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((This took a while. Sorry for the wall of text, folks.)) The white tiger, having witnessed the interchange between Galla and Lukkel and her passing on of Kolm, would have voiced his concern about what he just saw, namely an injury that wisked across Galla's throat that happened recently. However, he did not want to alarm the girl or anyone around her, and so, against his better judgement, he kept silent. Upon hearing a query, he flashed a glance in Reksis' direction, taking in the interesting humanoid's size as well as his armour and four arms. He had to marvel at this interesting individual that graced his eyes, a species meant for athleticism and fighting clad in fine armaments. Yes, he would be uniquely beneficial to Haven, though he had to wonder about the little mechanical eyeball that hovered nearby him at all times. What was its use, he wondered? "Lukkel here would be correct, and if you've questions just ask, though forgive me if we walk while you do so. You're at Haven, friend, a name I am certain would be foreign to you, and a place at the nexus of many worlds and universes. For a quick rundown, you were brought here by Haven for your skills, as with all of us, and selected to preserve the orderly state of things in all of our known worlds. Several of you are new, so us older folk were heading to an arena to show some of the skills we use. You are welcome to join us, of course, though . . . where is your caretaker?" Hyperventilating could be heard coming down the hallway, followed by the loud slaps of flip-flops running along the cement floor. If anyone dared to look, the reasons for these sounds came from a short, skinny, and somewhat comely woman of nineteen that bounded into the hall with the full vigor of youthfulness. Detracting from it all, including her cotton-candy-blue hair, was a beaglepuss planted neatly on her nose, making her look rather comical. "Ah," voiced Pang with a knowing grin. "I see what happened now." The girl ran past, checking Room Number 40 with all haste, and, finding it empty and without a vomit pool, quickly rechecked the location of the chosen individual. Still finding it to be that room, she looked left and right in panic and, spotting the assortment of new faces, bounded in their direction. "Sorry I am late!" she voiced with a lanky bow, the action tossing her comical set of glasses clatter to the floor. "Whoops, heh, I forgot those were on. I was trying to brighten somebody's spirits earlier and lost all track of time!" "It's all right, Uzumeashy," Pang replied, scratching the bridge of his nose with a finger. "We are all set with our friend here, unless you would like to take him and show him the ropes?" "Nope, I think he is best in your guys' hands!" said the girl, Uzumeashy, with a goofy smile on her face as she picked up her beaglepuss and propped it on her nose once more. "Welp, I'll go back to kitchen duty, in that case. I'll whip up something good for you all out of the food we gathered in the other worlds!" With that, she fled the scene, zipping off in the direction of the mess hall. Pang looked at the rest of the gang, grinned, and shrugged. "That girl was our lead cook," he commented. "She helps out every now and again, and though she is a bit of a scatterbrain at times her meals are absolutely scrumptious, especially when the meals involve meat. Anyhow, shall we move on?" The arena was spotless upon entry, dutifully cleaned by maintenance drones so that there was hardly a speck of dust on the entire coliseum. The ground was graded to levelness and uniform flatness, and a grid of almost invisible squares separated the stands from the arena itself. The ground would have been an oddity considering the fact that earth magic was used in the last arena match, but the reason for this lay in the fantastic cleanup mechanisms of the arena which made quick work of any mess. Pang led the the group that followed him to the stands, where, upon their entry, food service drones came to provide those that sat with food and drink. There was a wide selection of both, chiefly because the imagination was the limit, though there were suggestions offered of wine, several club sodas, water, peanuts, cockatrice drumsticks, and the classic bags of popcorn. Whatever the folks wanted, the food drones gave between one and fifteen minutes. Soon enough, the spectacle would begin with a shower of lights that scattered along all sections of the room, and the arena doors on one side opened up to reveal Galla and Pang walking into the heart of the coliseum. "I'll let you set the rules for this match, Galla," the Zouyu offered as he walked, a tentative smile on his face as he looked over to her. "Unranked or ranked, for fun or to the death or to first blood, it will be yours to decide before we get this underway." -- -- -- Hogarth watched the elemental spirits with abundant curiosity, smiling as each of his eyes blinked and completed a revolution before opening back up again. He was especially surprised when the green one went up to his head and neck and asked questions, but he certainly liked the girls as well as the human that they accompanied. "How fascinating! These must be elementals, and the four standard elementals, too, of all things! I have only read of them before, but it is nice to see them and meet them. Pleased to make your acquaintance, you three, and to you, Henry. We don't get many swordsmen in these parts -- Ceres is one of them here (hi, Ceres!) -- and I only know of three people that used spirits. Most of us are magicians who use our own powers. Not so much myself. I value my machinations. "As for this magic seeker, she's an interesting one, " babbled on Hogarth, apparently rather talkative once he gets comfortable. "Her skills are prestigious, though leaning towards the dark arts. Thankfully she hasn't lost herself . . . yet. The powers of refined darkness are tempting. I dabbled in it myself once, and that was a mistake. It led me to obtaining this thing in my neck, a breathing apparatus that filters out the self-replicating darkness within me and brings in more air. It needs a tweaking. I haven't touched it in a while, but I digress. Ceres, you asked me a question! My work is coming along. My any-flavour yogurt maker is almost finished, though for some reason it only creates trout-flavoured yogurt. Never mind why it is trout-flavoured. It just is for whatever reason."

Nice work! This will be perfect. Thank you for your assistance, Heart.

Pang looked worriedly and held out a hand in an effort to stop Lukkel from touching Galla, but the kid was a little too fast for him, grappling onto the necromancer girl's dress and prompting a very unhappy response of both her skulls and Galla herself. After that alarming scene, he shoved Lukkel a little ways from her with both hands, just in case he still needed support from something to stand up. "A word to the wise, young one: don't touch Galla or come too close," he warned lowly before letting go of the boy, eyes respectably looking up to Galla as he said so. "She does not like company much for reasons that belong to her, and considering everything I think those reasons are serious." He lifted himself up and, after patting the Lukkel on the shoulder, emitted a smile once again. "As for what we can do and learning about each other, I propose the arena. How about a friendly spar, Galla, using your necromantic arts? You go easy, I go easy, and in the end I'll help you out with your studies. Sound fair? This way our new pals here can get a taste of what can be done and what can be taught to them as well. I'm not sure how good they are in conflicts and fighting, but this would give them a spectacle either way. How about yourself, Serene? Do you wish to spectate?" he called out, catching that the girl had walked by the four. He understood what was going through Serene's head, or at the very least he thought he did. Having lost three friends today just as she has lost a good friend, he knew that he should be feeling down in the dumps as well, and inside he really was feeling glum, but he hoped that this moment would help her unwind and get her to take the chance to get her mind off things. -- -- -- Nearby Henry and Ceres, a scruffy-haired individual exited one of the nearby rooms, locking the room tightly behind him with a mechanical wonder that fitted over the usual keypad. Beneath that mat of bushy red hair, three studious cybernetic eyes gazed at them, and a curiously thin tongue danced over his lips as he wondered over who this newcomer was. From the way he stood, he was not heavily affected from the travels through space, not even hunching. Was he modified with some sort of machinations like himself, outfitted with a great abundance of metallic upgrades. He ran a spiderweb-steel hand through his greasy hair as he approached, his hunched appearance making him seem more menacing than he actually was. "It seems you made a new friend there, Ceres," he voiced wheezily. If the two looked closely enough, they could see a breathing apparatus attached to his neck, very small and seemingly working as intended, though it required a lot of work in order to be efficient. "Pleased to meet you, newcomer, and welcome to Haven. I am Hogie for short, or Hogarth Brookloss for long. I am the local tinkerer in all things metallic and wooden, an inventor, to be more precise, rather than a magic seeker like that girl Galla. Who might you be?"

Ah, so that is the deal with his not getting sick. I was not sure how parallel this Henry is to the OG Henry, so thank you for the clarification. Also, thank you for being such a good sport regarding this, both.

Sorry, Scrap, but I have to share a few concerns. While the elemental girls are mostly covered, they would not be taken well by the site and Google, so I would have to ask you to change Salamander's and Undine's pics or at least take a face shot of them that cuts out certain things. It is not me and my preferences, but rather something from third-party sources. I partly understand because what if a 7-year-old meanders onto this site and sees the images? Issues could arise on many fronts, and not just on KH13. Also, Room 101, eh, Scrap? The one character heading there, likely an NPC, is going to think there is a glitch in the system. =P "There is no one there!" they will say. "Not even vomit!" Heart, unfortunately, I have to ask the same for Galla's thumbnail picture. While it does not seem much, the dress might trigger a flagging for the site, however silly that it seems. Like Henry's spirits, a face shot or a new picture will be enough.

The white tiger stared at the magical skulls as they floated about and about, their attention shifting to him. While he was no stranger to death and skeletons, these ones were just so unnatural that he felt squeamish under their gaze. That, and the wisps of smoke did not seem very inviting for a good pat on their craniums. This knowledge drew more of his attention than the offhanded nature to Galla's response, and as a result he commented towards her as naturally as if she were actually friendly with him. "I just wanted to stop by and check in on things as we head to the main hall the long way. I thought you would be more fixated on your experiment than greeting new folks, though I'm glad to see you outside of your room. It has been a while since we've chatted." He looked over to the two newcomers, watching curiously as Lukkel strove to help out Kolm who was suffering as well from the effects of slipspace. With luck, their chance meeting now would result in their being partners, or, with lack of luck, rivals. Pang had his helping of both two years back, and both friends and rivals helped him get better, get stronger. "To answer your question, black-maned one, he is one of those that was brought here like you. Four others await being found and picked up, and luckily we have had four people on standby able to assist them. You have been chosen for a grand appointed task, a great calling. Unfortunately, however, it is a path few have the heart for. Saving the multiverse one step at a time, little by little -- few enjoy this lifestyle. I know I don't, but I must do my part."

Reksis is accepted! Somebody with void power would be pretty awesome, especially with the crowd control functions that Vortex grenades performed. It will be useful in the future as well as in PVP options.

Typhon and Aqua would be a perfect pair. Their collective salt could have ruined all of Carthage's fields in one day instead of one week!

Adamina gave Tibarn an askance look with ruffled feathers before caving in and saying, "I'll give you a good solid peck on the cheek, Romeo. There's no telling how deep the end of my beak might go, note, but come back alive and maybe I'll consider a different kind of peck. In the meantime, keep me in the loop, all. I'll scout the new ship when the coast is clear and the device goes off." With a look that could be the closest thing to a playful smile as Adamina can get, she slipped behind some additional cover, prepping her wings for flight when all was right.

Henry is accepted! I'm curious to see what he would be like in battles with common grunts and creatures with this new/old shade of him, and he should be a toughie in the arena, too, a challenge for those who would like to test their mettle. Remember, kids, dodging is a thing. DODGE!

((This next post will involve you both as well, Mystics and Heart. This way the current four, besides Heart's second character, could get some interaction in before I move things to the main gathering hall where much action is.)) Pang glanced behind him every now and again as Lukkel asked an abundance of questions, the first few of them more understandable to him, and the third drawing out his curiosity and surprise. "Specimen? Genetically altered?" escaped his lips before the newcomer descended and ended up dry heaving. That poor kid, Pang inwardly thought as he closed the distance between them and patted the young man's back. A mantra of regeneration was whispered by the white tiger to flow into his back and assist him with the recuperation process. He did not do such for long before he slipped in front of Lukkel again. "I'm welcoming to any questions, so that is fine, and don't worry about the mess you leave behind. The cleaning drones will mop all of that up, clean as a whistle," he answered, smiling again at the chipperness of his companion. He started moving forward again, checking up on Lukkel's progress every now and again and keeping a slow pace. "Hopefully I'll cover all of your questions. I am a Zouyu, though you might liken me to a tiger on your world or worlds. Personally, I see no similarity between us and them, but that's neither here nor there. I've helped out ten people until helping you, and have been here for two years or so, maybe longer. "As for Haven," he continued, "it's a . . . sanctuary, I suppose. The strong are gathered here for multiple reasons -- our magical talent, our physical might, our great cunning and tactfulness, and sometimes all of the above, but our purpose is to protect the numerous worlds we know about. As for how long people were brought here, I do not know. The higher-ups might, but we rarely speak to them. They speak to us pretty regularly, however. "To answer your last question, we are going to the main hall for now. We'll give you some water to soothe your stomach. Unfortunately there's no cure but time for crossing such a distance, so you will have to wait it out, and you might as well wait it out in good company. "Speaking of company," he spoke on further as they rounded a corner and spotted the necromancer girl, "good tidings, Galla! I see you've collected your newcomer as well." He stopped just short from her, and maybe her companion as well, eyeing the black-haired Kolm with interest.

Pang paused as he witnessed the door creak outward and a very tired young man exit it. There was little doubt that this man had been the one he was hoping to collect from his room, but he had to marvel about how strong-willed this person was. Some of the others he assisted were still on the floor, others more still dry heaving from the interdimensional travel. He was embarrassed to say it, but he was one of the "others more," and that made him smile wanly as he looked the man over. This one held a great deal of promise. "You've never been here before, my friend," he started out, offering one of the complimentary canes that was usually left next to the doors. The extra support was just in case he was still weak-kneed. "Welcome to Haven, Lukkel. I am Pang, and I will be your guide as we get you acquainted with this place, if you'll have me. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I'll be happy to help you out with any questions you have. This is a strange circumstance for you, I'm sure." His tail swished behind him as he turned around, and he glanced toward the newcomer over his shoulder with that same smile. "Come, my friend, walking around the hall would help relieve the aches and lethargy from your body. It worked on me, so it should work on you. If you are feeling ready, we can meet the others and beat some records at the same time. I don't think anybody here has recovered as fast as you have."

- Odin, within the final trial of Isopolis - As soon as he followed the others into the next room, the world dropped into whiteness, blinding Odin temporarily with its splendor before he could see the outline of a grand gate, its entrance carved and etched with great scrawling in many languages. While he was very studious and learned in many languages, he could not decipher all of them, but he understood the overlying theme of the writing: "To gain is to lose, and to know thyself is the absolute truth." His gaze soon shifted to a figure standing between him and its base, a perfect replica of himself, clad by an all-too-knowledgeable smile on its face. Going through the ordeal others have had as well, he paused and weighed his options. This entity, this . . . embodiment, was not meant to be fought if it was to be believed. If so, he must give something he had found precious to him, and, quite sadly, he knew what it was. While his thirst for human understanding was profound, as was his ambition, the great abundance of wisdom and knowledge he gained from drinking from the Well of Wisdom was nearer and dearer to his heart. That is what worried him. Without his wisdom and knowledge, what would be done for his desires, his ambitions? He would likely still keep his power, but would he be able to claim his goals if he lost all of that? He looked down upon the hand of his doppelganger and, very reluctantly, placed his hand on its. "I bequeath to you my helping from the Well of Wisdom, one I will reclaim it from the great spring once all is said and done, even if I have to sacrifice my other eye to do so." His mirror's smile only widened as the withdrawal took place, and Odin felt all of his earnings from that spectacular day be plucked, one by one, from his mind until it was gone. The memory that it existed remained, leaving the deepest craving of knowledge that he felt since nearly two thousand years ago. A whole ocean filled with books, filled with memories, would not be enough to satiate his lust, and his brow furrowed with rage upon feeling this sensation and seeing the smug expression, his smug expression, upon his copy. "You took that away slowly purposely, didn't you?" he voiced, molten anger seemingly frothing from his mouth. "I did, just to see how what you would be like in such a predicament," replied the clone, expression unwavering. "After all," it continued, coming to Odin's side and dropping its voice into a whisper, "you of all people deserve it." The clone slipped behind him, and when Odin turned it was gone. The unlocking of the grand gate snapped him free from his immediate ire, and he continued forward through the snapping stone and creaking metal to head for his destination. He would get his revenge later, once he reclaimed what was his, and once he claimed the Source. ((Odin has sacrificed his great amassing of gained wisdom and knowledge from the Well of Wisdom, leaving the greatest of voids nothing else can fill.)) - Rufus Contralto, within the final trial of Isopolis - Rufus observed what lay before him with a bright twinkle in his eye, not exactly understanding what was going on but guessing that it was like the illusionary hall he was in previously. He looked around for an exit, saw only whiteness, broke down in panic and sobbed uncontrollably for a minute or two, then wiped his cheeks with a fine handkerchief and looked about again. A gate? A gate! Oh, joy, an escape route! But what is this thing that stands between him and certain escape? Why, it is none other than himself, and a very serious version of him, too. "Hello there, and goodbye!" he called out, waving sillily as he tried to step around. The clone took a step with him, blocking his path, and when he tried doing the same again the same thing happened. "What gives? Why are you stopping me?" he voiced incredulously. After the message and the holding out of a hand, Rufus frowned his deepest frown and pouted. "So, you want a toll? What are you, a highwayman, making such a demand?" He tried once more to go around. It did not work. "Oh, come on." Again to no effect. "Fine! You want something? Let's see if you can take it." Rufus backed up a few steps and pondered deeply about what it was exactly that he really wanted. It was a topic he did not fully contemplate over the centuries of his existence, and it puzzled him for a few moments. The other Rufus waited patiently. "I have come up with an answer for you," he finally stated, his air full of determination as he stared down the copy in front of him. "If you weren't me, you wouldn't like it, I think." "I am you, quintessentially, so I would adore it, I am certain," voiced the clone. "Are you sure? Well then, I give you the one thing I can think of that I hold most dear. My memories of Mouse the Elephant, the pachyderm queen of my heart -- is that enough to slake your lust?!" "That's your second most dear thing. I mean your hope of humanity." "Oh, my mistake. So that's the first most dear! Thank goodness, as that would be horrible to live w--DID YOU SAY MY HOPE FOR HUMANITY?!" " 'Of humanity,' but yes. All of it, and that means your ability to become human again, too." "Oh, you're a devil in disguise, that's for certain!" huffed the loud, obnoxious djinni, pacing wildly and twisting his lip in place of a mustache. He was just that focused. "You take away my chances of changing things, and in exchange you give me access to the next room? What a load of horse apples! I'm not even going to be able to touch this Source of all Strife!" " 'Life.' " "Same difference!" exclaimed the mad djinni before throwing his arms up in the air. "All right, fine! Take your prize and go, but I walk into that room over there with pride knowing that I did the right thing. Pride, you hear?! I'll be helping people out, with or without a reward, and you are a remarkable pig of a fallen to ask me such things." A hand clasped his own as he shook it, the two landing perfectly in a handshake. The clone emitted an insanely large grin, patted him on the shoulder, and slipped off into nothingness as Rufus started towards the door without his toll, the massive thing creaking open. (( Rufus has lost any possibility of becoming human, his hopes dashed upon the rocks.))

What is funny is that I likened it to Avatar: TLA as well! The art style for the characters greatly reminds me of the show (I watched the first episode and loved it, by the way), but on a frame-by-frame basis you can really tell how much quality they put into the pictures, especially with the dragon in the opening. I was impressed. Thank you for mentioning this series!

The Dragon Prince, eh? I'll have to check this out sometime if the characters and the universe are likable! Usually I find things to have one or the other for me.

The roleplay is now up and can be seen here: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/115109-the-haven-rp/ Please feel free to insert your characters as the newcomer or as someone going to help out one of the newcomers. I'd choose the latter if you don't want your character(s) vomiting on the floorboards, but a strong introduction is tempting too, right? I'll take over for anyone who does not want to claim an NPC (non-playable character) who is new or helping the new.

Welcome to the Haven, a place where peoples of all kinds have been gathered chiefly in an effort of universal survival. Within its thick metallic walls lies a promising hive of individuals who have experienced much in their young (and seldom old) lives. At the entrance lies a gate leading to nine discovered worlds, programmed to open to call beads as well as voice commands for the Haven's inhabitants, but in those worlds are as many promises of survival as deadly threats. Discoveries occur very frequently, but death is common to those unprepared for the dangers that lie beyond. Fifty-seven individuals exist in Haven now, and with every death another individual is brought in to take their place, sometimes ripped from another world unwillingly, and in rarer cases willingly. The wish for greatness, for adventure, for fame, and for glory--to the strong having this wish, often a choice is given, and if it is accepted they are brought to Haven. Job postings are issued from the higher-ups to deal with the situations. No one currently alive in Haven has seen a higher-up, but they speak through the automated machines that work alongside the fifty-seven, and provide free food, drink, and services. The job postings range from matters of low importance and danger to profound importance and danger, and parties are designated to seek out and complete these missions. While Haven is a paradise in and of itself, rules are set up to prevent stagnancy, and rewards of high caliber are given to those who complete job postings. The rules are as follows: 1.) Those who do not work outside of Haven will disappear in three weeks until they do so. 2.) Those who betray their allies unto death will not be suffered to live. 3.) Those who seek vengeance upon another must combat through words or the arena. Open fights within Haven are punished severely. With this introduction in mind, this story begins with the death of a party of six assigned to an Alexandrium-class quest. The job still lies open, but six fresh-faced individuals have been reborn as inhabitants of Haven. You may be among them or one who has been there longer. Now, let the adventure begin. ~~~~~ A public announcement was broadbanded through every speaker in every room about the deaths of six great adventurers in Haven that day. The elegant berserker Harold Ironfang, the proud druid Grindra Ulfrichter, the timid rogue Kimball Oakfast, the heaven-sent pugilist Ilyana Ivory, the metal-shaping sorcerer Roderick Corrin, and the all-fair cleric Isabel Clearwater all lost their lives to the most important job Haven had to offer, a job that was thought to be one only for them. Now the greatest known evils of the multiverse lay uncontested, and six newcomers were spat out into their respective rooms, awaiting retrieval. Those who were new typically had their stomach lurch from the dimensional shift, and they vomit onto the wooden floors. Some of the folks who already were in Haven come to accept them. The others are allowed to mourn their fallen brothers and sisters in arms. Pang was in mourning still, saddened by the deaths of three friends he trusted dearly. His white-furred tail drooped as he looked down at the floor, but he dried his tears as he headed down the extensive halls of Haven. Numbers on the holoscreens at every door indicated where new arrivals could be found, and he was aiming for Room Number 44. Who was this newcomer going to be? What was he or she going to be like? He had no idea, but he hoped that seeing their senses of wonder, excitement, eagerness, or all of the above would cheer him up.

Galla is accepted! A necromancer would be very useful in certain situations, and the stacking of abilities would empower certain abilities at the cost of diversity and defenses, though the signature move would help diminish that weakness rather well. Too bad it is limited, but that's what when undead thralls and necromantic magicks would be handy, and there's always the chance of reducing the healing time through extra regeneration or other characters aiding her restoration efforts through shared regeneration. All right, folks. The sign-ups are still open, but seven characters should be more than sufficient for a boot-up, and I am eager to start up the roleplay. Thank you all for your interest in this roleplay, and I hope to engage your interest further as we progress through it.

Name: Pang Inranel. Age: 29. Race: Zouyu. Appearance: Essentially a giant cat that decided to walk on its hind legs, Pang is a white tiger. His digitigrade hind feet are meant for walking stealthily, and he typically does so. Pang is clothed in a monk's outfit, fabric cut loosely and elegantly to allow maximum freedom of movement. Burly, spotted, and menacing in appearance, he is about as popular as Sheogorath at parties, and Sheogorath is NOT popular at parties. A pendant of the White Tiger, made of fine ivory dangles from his neck. It was a trinket of his mother's, who he misses dearly. Personality: Pacifistic in practice, Pang tries to maintain his calm and dedicate himself to training the mind as well as the body. Aggressive in nature, Pang often slips into moments of anger, raising his voice upon agitation and sometimes laying a hand on someone who spited him or people he cares about. He develops strong attachments to those he meets and befriends, but more often than not they die or disappear, leaving Pang discontented with his situation. Biography: Born to a simple family in a simple village bordering a swampland, it is surprising even to Pang that he was happy growing up. While food was scarce, he was loved, had friends, and learned much from his mother and father about the joys of farming and the serenity of martial arts. When he was six, he was taken from his home and raised in a monastery, with only the pendant as a symbol of home. He never even had the chance to say goodbye. Over time, he grew more trained mentally and physically, but he also grew more and more restless, and eager to leave the monastery to see his family. When he was of age, he left immediately to his household, but his father, bitter and drunk and angry, was all he had left, as his mother died of swamp-related illness a few years beforehand. After some amount of disagreement, he left his household and went back to the monastery where he honed his training for several more years. At the age of 26, he travelled the lands around him. At 27, he disappeared, plucked from existence to arrive here. Whether he was chosen out of necessity or out of lack of luck, he quickly learned the ways of the sanctuary and of the fight for survival. Most of his fellows, equally snatched away folks, are now gone, and after two years he is now one of the grizzled veterans. Attributes: Double speed, heightened touch Abilities: Supercharge magic (improves the effectiveness of others' abilities by 100% and his regeneration by 50%; can be used to supercharge itself so that he can project magic from his palms and fists), dexterity/maneuverability up, regeneration, piercing weapon, shattering weapon Weapon: Shatter-enhanced balanced metal quarterstaff, fire-enhanced padded gloves. Signature Move: Supercharge Double Speed attribute. Allows him to run 400% faster than normal and attack 50% faster with hand-to-hand and quarterstaves after supercharging his own abilities. Limited to two times per fight and has a cooldown of three posts. Wallet: 1000 coins.

With the crew all gathered together once again, infiltration was a cinch, and they ripped open the door at the end of the hall to find quite the site to see, a colossal hangar with suspicious crew members scattered hither and yon. Thankfully everybody seemed to move to a safe place before being spotted, and Adamina snuck a peek out from one of the nearby boxes of ore, trying her best not to gag. The blasted shards and the neatly laser-mined rocks equally seemed to contain sulphur, and a lot of it. In the depths of space, sulphur was a rare find in an asteroid. While it was more frequently gathered on a gas giant, asteroids required less time refining, so it was a precious commodity in remote places like this. "I'm willing to bet that the smaller ship is our target's ship of choice between the two," commented Adamina in a dry manner before getting serious, looking between the two polar opposite ships. "If only it did not risk destroying the whole space station, I would suggest sabotaging the big ship so that the aft and port engines fired off to crush the smaller ship, but who knows how many lives would be lost if that happens. Any ideas, lady and gents?"

It seems that you have lived a hard-knock life, Nweintraub, and I'm very sorry to hear about the difficulties that you have already faced and are facing. Autism, wherever you are on the spectrum, is a challenge, though I'm sure a good number of people would forgive you for whatever happened years ago. Regardless, I hope you will stay positive even as troubles assail you, and that you continue to be a valuable and courteous member of our community. Best of wishes to you and your cat Justin. I pray things will get better for the both of you.

I am for this. The more tight-knit we are, the better chances we have of progression rather than lingering on independent paths. Guard, you're gonna get a punch. Even if you seem like a nice guy, the pseudo-pacifist Adamina will club you so hard it'll make stars spin in your vision before you plummet to the floor.

I see what you did there. =P Kolm is happily accepted, and I like the backstory. I'm curious about the land that he came from and of his personality once you break through his mental and emotional bulwark. Hopefully in time I would be able to see what he is like! Accepted again. Ceres seems like a very likeable character from the get-go, and funnily enough I too was thinking of a character inclined towards the medicinal arts. She also seems like a paragon among paladins, and I'm curious how far she will go in her pursuits. Furthermore, healing behind shielding? That will be a very great defensive strategy, so she will be very useful when in the field. Good choices all around. Accepted! Interesting choice of weapons, and I am getting an Org. XIII feel from this character which can complement the personality and backstory when the time comes. Aura storm is accepted as well but is a little confusing to me, as I haven't seen Data Larxene, so if you don't mind fleshing that out as well as your bio when you get the chance I'd greatly appreciate it.

Lucia is accepted! I was a little worried about bringing actual guns to the fray, but as they are limited in use and just about as bulky as medieval weapons I feel comfortable with this. Also, someone has incorporated Destiny weaponry, it seems. =P Wow, I was rather mentally drained last night, it seems. When I meant "real," I intended that characters should be three-dimensional and, well, make sense. No invisible vectors/arms that tear apart anybody close by, no people as flat as paper, no people that turn into air and are impossible to kill, amd so on. I have seen all of these and frowned, and I don't like frowning. As for dexterity and strength, feel free to add those to your character. I will add this to the original post shortly, and maybe quantify things if people like numbers to understand limits of abilities. No worries, Cam. This looks good in my book! I especially like the fist knives made of air magic. That kind of creativity is what I love about this roleplaying community, so you did great there! I will create a character or two as well, one likely a supportive/healing character, and by then we can get this started. Sign-ups are still open, of course. Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention. You can create up to two characters per person. An exception to this is twin characters or a master and servant or trained creature, but with twins I will try to limit their abilities to better maintain RP balance. I will edit this in once I have access to a personal computer again. Edit: Lastly, sorry for missing some character sheets. I will get to these shortly after work, as my break is over.

FFXV: Pocket edition? Oh yeah, if so, and sadly I haven't elsewise.