In the Lore I'm using, telekinesis is an ability common among two types of people in Druidic Families; those born with intrinsic druidic talent, and those who have become powerful enough druids to use it. Harold himself was born with a predisposition towards druidcraft, which stood out even in a druidic family as large and powerful as the Steins. Because he was born with Intrinsic talent at druidcraft, Telekinesis came naturally to him; however for most druids, it would take decades of practicing before one could efficiently use telekinesis. As the Steins family hierarchy is based exclusively on power, most/all of the higher ranking members of the family would likely be able to use Telekinesis as well, although the weaker members likely wouldn't. Telekinesis is simply a type of magic Druids tend to be good at, particularly the stronger ones.
Personality: Even from a young age, Harold had an incredibly dark aura about him, along with a sociopathic nature. His duties as the Stein Family Librarian have only amplified these dispositions, leading him to be incredibly apathetic to the difficulties of others. This is not to say however, that Harold is nothing but a creepy, psychopathic Librarian. He is a creepy, psychopathic Librarian with a sense of humor; Although Harold is incapable of empathizing with others, he's entirely capable of getting along with them quite well, and even enjoying their company. However, that isn't to say he wouldn't happily slit their throat at a moments notice, should he deem it beneficial.
History: The Stein Family is one of the oldest druidic orders in the modern world, as well as one of the largest and best connected. Harold was born into this tradition of practice, the oldest of his numerous siblings; Each Stein child was obligated to perform different duties to the family, the majority of which being casual responsibilities, allowing them to intermingle with the human world easily. However, the strongest few of each generation are obligated to uphold far more involved roles, the most important of which being Harold's title; The Librarian.
As the Librarian, It is Harold's responsibility to maintain, catalog, archive, and protect the Stein family's massive Library of Supernatural Tomes, as well as maintain absolute authority over the greater Stein Family. The Stein Family Library is located in the Stein Estate, the largest privately owned building in Gravette. This Estate is reminiscent of the mansions one expects to see royalty inhabiting, albeit far less aesthetically pleasing.
Strengths: Focused, advanced knowledge of Druidic Magic, advanced experience with firearms and close quarters combat.
Weaknesses: Sociopathic, Obsessive, and Sadistic.
Stance: Inactive.
Special Power/Skill: Telekinesis - Along with most other formidable Druids, Harold finds telekinesis comes quite naturally to him, and has excelled in it's use since his earliest recollection.
Other: Harold has been known to be incredibly hospitable to other Druids, Mages, and Witches, (despite the Stein Family's tradition of hostility towards witches and protests from the Family Council) often allowing them to visit his home and browse his Library.
Jerome sat was seated at his desk, and sitting across from him was a convicted villain. Her had his hands together on his desk, his pair of large compound eyes looking at the boy. ”So it seems you will be joining my class mister-”
“Just call me Saito.” The young man responded, pulling his long black hair back into a ponytail as he shifted a bit uncomfortably in the seat before Mr. Winchester’s desk. He looked around the classroom, a tad anxiously, doing his best to look at everything he could aside from the teacher before him.
“Can we not do the classic introduction? We both know why I’m here, and that I really wish I wasn’t. So…” He said with a pause, still avoiding the hero’s eyes as he gave the man a chance to respond.
”I’m afraid it’s standard protocol for me debrief you on the classes you’ve missed… Saito.” Jerome said with a hit of disdain as he said the boys last name. Saito would probably mistake this as Jerome judging him base on his past, when it was actually aimed at his attitude. ”So far you’ve missed a few important classes, namely the primary fitness tests and the quirk demonstration class. Fortunately for you, there isn’t catch up classes that cover those.”
“I’m pretty sure both of those points were covered in my court case, what else is there I missed?” Saito asked, surprisingly pleasant. He didn’t intend on making things harder than they had to be at the academy, nor had he any expectations of things being enjoyable either. He was well aware of the situation he was in, and he saw it best to try and make the next few years go over as smoothly as possible.
”Nothing else of great concern. Here are some worksheets to catch you up on all the things we’ve covered in theory so far. And with that you can go off to lunch. Your first class will actually be in the training arena’s. If you don’t know your way there, try asking one of your new classmates.” Jerome would stand up, sliding Riku the set of worksheets. ”If you find yourself struggling with the worksheets, there are answers on the back. But for now, go out and enjoy the rest of the lunch break. Goodbye, Saito. You are dismissed.
Riku collected the small stack of worksheets silently, then bowed to the teacher and turned to leave. As he stepped out of the office, he closed the door behind him and looked over the papers. Almost excitedly, he pulled a pen out from his front pocket and began jotting down answers to the variety of questions surprisingly quickly. During all this, he was completely oblivious to the student that had been waiting for him in the hallway stand there.
The student would sigh and walk up to Riku, waving at him to try get Satio’s attention. ”So you’re the kid villain. Pleasure to meet you!” The student’s tone and demeanor didn’t fit his looks at all. He was a well built and rather mean looking boy, though the smile he wore made it clear he didn’t steal kids lunch money. ”My name is Ansem, I’m your student escort.”
“Saito.” Riku responded shortly, not looking up from the papers in his hands as he continued to fill out the questions at a ridiculous rate. His penmanship was barely legible from how quickly he was writing, and he poked a great deal of holes through the paper, given it had nothing supporting it. Should anyone check his answers with the answers on the back, they’d assume he had simply copied each and every answer verbatim; however he wasn’t particularly concerned with accusations of cheating.
“What is your Quirk?” Saito asked, still not looking up from his papers as he continued walking towards the cafeteria. It might have seemed a bit strange for the student to be leading his escort, but Saito had memorized the schools layout prior to his first day of attendance, so he was well aware of the direction he was going.
”Does it matter? You’ll just turn it off when you want to run away anyway.” Ansem said with a chuckle, following after Riku. He noticed how Saito was speeding through work, he must be a bright kid, just made a few wrong decisions along the way. The pair would enter the canteen, it was bustling with students, most too preoccupied to care about another kid entering the room. But that didn’t stop a few prying eyes from locking themselves onto Riku. ”Perhaps we should grab some food then sit down, it’s much easier to ace worksheets if they’re on a solid surface.”
“At least you aren’t fooling yourself here.” Saito murmured in response, taking a seat at the nearest empty table. He had noticed the harsh glares he was getting, but found it best not to respond or address them. After all, they’d be idiots to trust him or greet him with amiability; he was their enemy after all.
“If you’re hungry feel free to go and get something to eat, I’ll be fine for the time being.” He replied to Ansem, still focused heavily on his own papers. He wasn’t very hungry, which wouldn’t be much of a suprise if one knew his upbringing. He’d gotten used to eating only once or twice a week, as living on the streets doesn’t often provide one with a full belly. He also didn’t intend to change his dietary pattern, as the moment he graduated from this Academy he would be back in the same setting as before, and eating regularly would only make things harder in the long run. Instead he’d do what he’d always done, and wait to eat until it became dangerous for him to avoid it any longer.
“Do you know when my Sword will be returned to me?” Saito asked politely, although not looking up from his papers. Sadly, he was just finishing the last one, and wouldn’t be able to use them as a distraction from fully engaging with Ansem, or anyone else who happened to approach him. It was interesting though, how quickly he had managed to make up all the work he had missed in such a short period, perhaps the school wasn’t nearly as intimidating as the outside world proposed.
Ansem took a seat on the opposite side of the table, still wearing a smile. ”I’ve already had something to eat. Besides, they’ve probably ran out of all the good food by now.” He rubbed his chin at Riku’s question, it was clear he was trying to remember something, like a quote or something. ”Umm-uhhh… Oh that’s right! You’ll get it back once you’re rehabilitated. Can’t let you carry something like that around the school now can we? You are the enemy aren’t you?” Ansem chuckled slightly as he leaned back.
“Upon Graduation, yes. For now, no.” Saito Replied, folding up his worksheets and putting them in his back pocket. He then pushed up the tattered sleeves of his hoodie and glanced around the cafeteria, his heterochromatic eyes flashing in the light of the room; He was waiting for someone to approach. Given the position he was in, it was unlikely that he would simply be left alone; a villian in a building full of aspiring heroes.
Chris didn't give much in the way of resistance as the woman grabbed him by the next and pushed him against the wall; she had done something else that had caught his attention far more than any simple assault. She had taken off her mask. In the known world, there were only a handful of entities that existed with eyes of solid colors. Certain Elven sub-species, anthropomorphic races, things of that nature; but only one race had eyes that glowed due to emotional response. Elementals.
Chris had never seen a glowing eye like this in person, and he sure as hell hadn't seen one that wasn't white, nor one that only covered a single eye. This girl was unique, or at the very least, her race had never even been theorized to exist.
Both her backing away and the stranger insulting him had the same reaction from Chris, he simply stared at her as if in a trance, his mind firing at a thousand miles an hour as he tried to discover the meaning behind her glowing eye. He snapped back to reality as she stumbled a bit, and within an instant he was at her side, helping to prop her up.
He knew she probably wouldn't be fond of his support, but that had never stopped him before. Besides, the expression on his face of earnest and intense concern for her well-being would likely make it clear that she could beat him into a pulp and he'd still try to help her.
"Let me help you."
He spoke softly, the world around them suddenly being filtered through a sort of pastel pink wall. A bubble that Chris had formed around the two of them. Despite how much he wanted to, he wouldn't simply take off through the skies with her as a companion without her permission. He knew from his time volunteering that some people simply couldn't accept help, no matter where it was coming from.
Figuring out what race this girl was would have to wait, at the very least, Chris had his priorities in order.
Saito is about average in height and weight for his age, standing at 5'11 and 130 pounds. In addition, he has hetero-chromatic eyes which relate to his powers. His right eye is an electric blue that glows brighter or dimmer depending on how much power is allocated to it, and his left eye is blood red, but follows the same pattern of brightness.
Costume:
Personality: Saito has a heart of gold buried deep beneath layers of rage and aggression. He hates heroes and villains alike, although he openly holds the stance that he will go back to his life of crime and super-villain status as soon as he leaves the Academy. Because of his rejection of heroes, Saito is hostile towards his peers and teachers, although not aggressive towards them whatsoever. In fact, Saito seems to be an inherently helpful person, although he isn't altogether very nice about it. Should he see someone in need, he will often take on the workload they carry (while grumbling or insulting them), and refuses to allow others to help him, as he can't stand to be in someone's debt.
Quirk: Paralyze and Nullify.
While maintaining sight of a target Riku is capable of using either his left eye to neutralize their quirks, or his right eye to paralyze them.
Quirk Flaws (Are permanent and cannot be bypassed): Over-use of Saito's quirk at 100% will either dry out his left eye and or give him migraines if he uses his right eye, and he cannot effect anyone if they aren't within his line of sight.
Quirk Limitations (That can be worked on and improved): As of now, Saito only has a 100% capacity for his eyes, which he can adjust to weaken or strengthen one side or the other. He can use one eye completely while neglecting the other, use both eyes at 50% strength, or adjust the percentages in any manner he sees fit.
--Optional information--
The reason they want to be a hero: He does not appear to have any interest in becoming a hero, rather he attends to avoid jail time and repay a debt to Newtonian, a hero that saved his life.
Backstory: Saito was a quirk child produced by of pair of high-profile villains known as Null (Father) and Kobra (Mother). He was a failed attempt at creating someone who could simultaneously paralyze a hero and eliminate their powers. However, after Saito's quirk manifested and it was clear that he was not the perfect quirk his parent's had envisioned, his father left.
His mother kept him around, as he wasn't entirely useless, but she abused him maliciously; blaming him for his imperfection, his father's abandonment, and each and every shortcoming in her life. Because of this, Saito wasn't particularly enraged when he discovered a villain by the name of Raggart had murdered her over a dispute in percentages. In fact, he joined Raggart's small crew, and began working with them on robberies as insurance against hero intervention.
Things wen't well for Saito after joining up with Raggart, they got away with everything they did, and nobody ever got hurt during the robberies. That is, until one day a Hero by the name of Newtonian arrived in the middle of an ATM hold-up. Raggart took the woman they were robbing as hostage, and demanded that Saito nullify Newtonian until they could all get away. In a spit second of morality, Saito paralyzed Raggart entirely, allowing Newtonian to arrest them both and save the hostage.
Because of his role in the arrest of Raggart, Newtonian convinced the Judge of Saito's case and the headmaster of UA to force him to enroll in the hero academy, rather than prison. Saito was given no choice in the manner, as going to prison would have been equivalent to a death sentence, given his betrayal of his former crew.
Likes: Saito doesn't have anything he considers valuable, as he had never in his life been given the chance to do things out of enjoyment. As such he has no hobbies or interests, nor even things he does to kill time.
Dislikes: Unlike his interests, Saito has developed a profound list if things he hates, including; Heroes Police Wanna-be heroes Villians Parents Pedestrians, etc.
Skills: Because his ability has little offensive capability on it's own, Saito was forced to learn a variety of different combat styles, but focuses heavily on sword-play and hand-to-hand combat, both of which he's extremely talented at. He also knows a variety of other skills necessary for villains; tactics, planning, lock-picking, and connections to the criminal underground. (However, that's of little use to him now.)
Saito is about average in height and weight for his age, standing at 5'11 and 130 pounds. In addition, he has hetero-chromatic eyes which relate to his powers. His right eye is an electric blue that glows brighter or dimmer depending on how much power is allocated to it, and his left eye is blood red, but follows the same pattern of brightness.
Costume:
Personality: Saito has a heart of gold buried deep beneath layers of rage and aggression. He hates heroes and villains alike, although he openly holds the stance that he will go back to his life of crime and super-villain status as soon as he leaves the Academy. Because of his rejection of heroes, Saito is hostile towards his peers and teachers, although not aggressive towards them whatsoever. In fact, Saito seems to be an inherently helpful person, although he isn't altogether very nice about it. Should he see someone in need, he will often take on the workload they carry (while grumbling or insulting them), and refuses to allow others to help him, as he can't stand to be in someone's debt.
Quirk: Paralyze and Nullify.
While maintaining sight of a target Riku is capable of using either his left eye to neutralize their quirks, or his right eye to paralyze them.
Quirk Flaws (Are permanent and cannot be bypassed): Over-use of Saito's quirk at 100% will either dry out his left eye and or give him migraines if he uses his right eye, and he cannot effect anyone if they aren't within his line of sight.
Quirk Limitations (That can be worked on and improved): As of now, Saito only has a 100% capacity for his eyes, which he can adjust to weaken or strengthen one side or the other. He can use one eye completely while neglecting the other, use both eyes at 50% strength, or adjust the percentages in any manner he sees fit.
--Optional information--
The reason they want to be a hero: He does not appear to have any interest in becoming a hero, rather he attends to avoid jail time and repay a debt to Newtonian, a hero that saved his life.
Backstory: Saito was a quirk child produced by of pair of high-profile villains known as Null (Father) and Kobra (Mother). He was a failed attempt at creating someone who could simultaneously paralyze a hero and eliminate their powers. However, after Saito's quirk manifested and it was clear that he was not the perfect quirk his parent's had envisioned, his father left.
His mother kept him around, as he wasn't entirely useless, but she abused him maliciously; blaming him for his imperfection, his father's abandonment, and each and every shortcoming in her life. Because of this, Saito wasn't particularly enraged when he discovered a villain by the name of Raggart had murdered her over a dispute in percentages. In fact, he joined Raggart's small crew, and began working with them on robberies as insurance against hero intervention.
Things wen't well for Saito after joining up with Raggart, they got away with everything they did, and nobody ever got hurt during the robberies. That is, until one day a Hero by the name of Newtonian arrived in the middle of an ATM hold-up. Raggart took the woman they were robbing as hostage, and demanded that Saito nullify Newtonian until they could all get away. In a spit second of morality, Saito paralyzed Raggart entirely, allowing Newtonian to arrest them both and save the hostage.
Because of his role in the arrest of Raggart, Newtonian convinced the Judge of Saito's case and the headmaster of UA to force him to enroll in the hero academy, rather than prison. Saito was given no choice in the manner, as going to prison would have been equivalent to a death sentence, given his betrayal of his former crew.
Likes: Saito doesn't have anything he considers valuable, as he had never in his life been given the chance to do things out of enjoyment. As such he has no hobbies or interests, nor even things he does to kill time.
Dislikes: Unlike his interests, Saito has developed a profound list if things he hates, including; Heroes Police Wanna-be heroes Villians Parents Pedestrians, etc.
Skills: Because his ability has little offensive capability on it's own, Saito was forced to learn a variety of different combat styles, but focuses heavily on sword-play and hand-to-hand combat, both of which he's extremely talented at. He also knows a variety of other skills necessary for villains; tactics, planning, lock-picking, and connections to the criminal underground. (However, that's of little use to him now.)
"No that won't be needed! I uh... I mean... No thank you. I have a private doctor I am going to see now actually. I'll be fine. I do thank you for your concern though."
Chris knew she was lying, no one outside of the skyline could afford a private doctor in this city, and a woman from the skyline wouldn't be caught dead wandering around in the under-city without protection; especially at this time of night. However it was clear that she didn't want to go to a hospital, which in this part of town, was all too common. More often than not a visit to the hospital would mean one of two things, if not both: Debt, and Police. Neither of which appealed all to much to those unfortunate souls unlucky enough to face the harsh world they were living in.
"My name is Maggy by the way. Nice to meet you."
Chris extended his hand as well, about to introduce himself to the girl before she had a sudden coughing fit, causing her to retract her hand to cover her mouth, then wiping some sort of dark fluid he couldn't entirely identify, but assumed to be blood, on her dress. She then extended the opposite hand, saying;
"Sorry about that." "Let's try that again shall we?"
Chris took her hand gently, the look of concern growing greater by the second as he introduced himself to the injured young woman who's name seemed to be Maggy.
"I'm Chris." He replied simply, his look of concern shifting to one of confusion at he looked down on his hand to see a purple fluid with a consistency of blood. Looking back to her hand, he immediately understood the gist of what was happening.
"Stop me if I'm wrong." He said, softly enough that no eavesdropping individual would be able to hear his voice.
"You're a non-human, and you're using illusion magic to hide what you really look like. This illusion magic is the same reason I can't see how badly beat up you are, and you aren't going to see a private doctor, nor a hospital because you fear the backlash of them discovering what you are." He asked quietly, giving a slight pause before continuing.
"You aren't a known race, that much is obvious. Only three humanoid species exist with purple blood, and none of them are capable of using magic as advanced as full-body Illusion. So you've either been in hiding, or you're a new race, and either way you can't risk them taking your blood and figuring this out, right?" He asked, finishing his deductions.
Had she ran into anyone but him, she might have been able to pull off her deception; but it takes more than a couple decent essays to be considered an anthropologist prodigy, and she had been unlucky enough to run into one of the few people alive that could identify nearly every race on the planet from a glance.
It had been a long, but lovely day for the young grad student.
He had started his day early, around five that morning to go to the nearby soup kitchen to help serve breakfast to the vast number of homeless living in the under-city. He loved the work, but he couldn't stand those he worked with; most of them being middle-aged woman from the middle who only came to feed their egos and cheapen their taxes. What made it even worse was that these woman who had never known poverty or misfortune, or even a hard day's work, would actively mock and belittle those who came to the kitchen in search of a meal. They would tell the needing patrons that if they simply got a job and worked harder they'd be able to move up to the middle, and that the only reason they were homeless was because of a bad attitude and laziness.
What they didn't know was that Carlos, an older transient, worked two full time jobs and sent every penny he earned to his family in Mexico so they could afford to eat and pay off the local gangsters. They didn't know that Dom had spent fifteen years in the military overseas, and was discharged for mental unfitness after being tortured and starved for nearly two weeks as he watched his friends and brothers die. They didn't know that Molly had been forced into marriage with her high-school sweetheart after he poked a hole in his condom and spent years beating her and her daughter. They didn't understand that each and every lost soul forced to swallow their pride for a bowl of eggs and rice had seen trauma and hardships they couldn't even fathom.
But the poor still needed to eat, even if the hands feeding them had souls blacker than the alleyways they slept in and egos greater than the poverty they lived through.
After his shift at the Kitchen, Chris made his way to RCU, a private university he was attending on scholarship for his post-graduate degree. His tuition was covered entirely, with enough left over for him to cover his bills and afford a bit of charity work in tandem with his publication's income. At this point in the semester Chris was nearly halfway through his thesis essay on the history of elemental descendants, however his time at the university itself was primarily occupied as a TA for the anthropology professor; an old, tenured man who decided that Chris was proficient enough to do all of his work for him, sans grading tests and exams.
Chris found the work a bit dull, preferring his research and writing to repeating the same two hour lectures and assigning the same class and home-work three times a day. However the bachelor's program for anthropology was not a particularly populated course, so the classes were close-knit and each had a type of chemistry to them that made his lecturing quite simple. As he was the one leading the course, he encouraged the students to cooperate and use the resources available to them to the fullest of their abilities; which made his job easier, and the classes scores better.
In between lectures Chris had managed to break away to the expansive Library, where he could happily conduct his research and work on his thesis in peace; aside from the occasional sneeze or cough.
After his day at the university was finished, he grabbed a quick burrito from a food-cart on the way to the under-city animal shelter, which he finished as he walked into the worn and under-funded shelter. He then began his rounds of taking the dogs for jogs, each one getting a good 30-45 minutes of exercise, depending on the traffic. He had brought a pair of shorts and some track shoes with him, which he changed into at the Shelter, and he took four dogs on each jog. After five rounds, he had finished, and quickly fed and watered the pups before jogging to the gym nearly half a mile away.
There he spent an hour, swimming laps in the decently sized pool before leaving. His hair was still dripping as he walked to his favorite dinner for a quick meal and a milk-shake before going to bed, that is until he spotted a young woman in a dress limping out of an alley.
It seemed this day was going to be even longer than expected.
"H-Hey!" He called out to her, jogging to catch up to her. "Hey, you look like your hurt, do you want me to get you an ambulance or something?" He asked, a look of genuine concern spreading across his face as he pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing the emergency hotline for the local EMT's.
Chris is tall, standing at about 6'2 and very well built. As a runner and a swimmer, he has extremely toned muscles, although he keeps himself lean through plenty of diet and exercise. Aside from his height and rather attractive face, the only part of him that stands out is his bright pink hair. Surprisingly, ever since he developed his abilities, all of his facial hair has grown different shades of pink naturally, although he does claim it's been colored.
Personality Unsurprisingly, Chris is a somewhat bubbly young man; always doing everything he can to be a positive and wholesome person. He's extremely charitable, opting to volunteer at the local animal shelter and food kitchen rather than work well-paying jobs that he is more than qualified for. His optimism is relentless, and he always seems to have more energy and charisma than humanly possible.
However, should one get to know him a bit more intimately, they will find that he suffers from severe depression and anxiety, both of which he masks brilliantly to avoid others expressing concern about him. However, he refuses to let these illnesses limit him, nor prevent him from doing what he can to be a force for good.
Power
Bubble Manipulation: The ability to Generate, Shape, and Manipulate bubbles, a substance that is formed by trapping pockets of gas in a liquid or solid.
Bubble Generation: Chris is capable of generating bubbles from the palms of his hands. However, each bubble he produces limits the amount of accurate control he has over a bubble's property, so he is restricted to using aprox. 5 bubbles at a time.
Bubble Shaping: Chris can manipulate the durability and size of bubbles as he sees fit, however doing so requires concentration, so he is limited to creating five bubbles the size of the average person, with enough durability to withstand multiple knife or blunt force attacks.
Bubble Manipulation: Chris is able to telekineticly control the movement and speed of his bubbles, however doing so safely requires different levels of focus at different speeds, limiting him to control of only one bubble at speeds of 50mph or higher, and up to three bubbles between 25mph and 50mph.
Likes Running, Swimming, Artwork, Music, Cooking, Boys, Girls, and Lending a helping hand.
Dislikes Those who prey upon or take advantage of those in poor standing, Those who are capable of helping, but refuse to out of inconvenience or selfish nature, Opening up emotionally, and Bland foods.
Skills
Chris has exceptionally high stamina and endurance, as well as a very flexible body, making him quite fast for a human.
Other Chris is in Grad school, studying racial anthropology. (The history, culture, and anatomy of non-human races.) His income comes from the money he makes off of various publications, and he is considered a young prodigy in the world of anthropology.
Smoke smiled behind his black mask as she spoke, his eyebrows raising as he began to ask if he would kill her, before glancing to her human friend and quickly ending the question. Smoke thought over what she had said before responding, addressing each thing in order.
Firstly; If someone had told her that no-elemental would be here, it was likely a knowing lie, and that person was also likely aware of how Smoke tended to respond to Elementals, or their descendants, entering his city unannounced. With that assumption in play, it seemed like someone out there was hoping Smoke would do their dirty-work for them and get rid of her.
Secondly; if she we aware of who he was, and that he was inside Ring City, she likely would have done whatever it took to stay far, far away from the man who slayed her 'Father' as if he were nothing more than a pest. So it wouldn't make much sense for her to be here if she was aware of him or his presence.
Finally; she had been working in the area for a least a period of three years, which was rarely something a public enemy as powerful as her would do. She was invested in this town's prosperity, not destruction.
"No, I don't slaughter Gods and their Children anymore dear." He said with a smile, pausing for a moment before continuing.
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