Berillius nodded as the hunters threw in their votes. "Hmm that still leaves us fairly divided..." He rubbed his chin as he looked down at the map. He traced one of his fingers along the many rivers and such, trying to find a spot that would hopefully please all the hunters. Since they were approaching from the south of the island the tundra was on the exact opposite side of the island, and going all the way around would be a huge waste of time. Not to mention a risk because of the nasty monsters that lurk in cold waters.
"Alright I got it. You see this point here," he said pointing at a section where the tundra, swamp and jungle met. "We can head there via this river." Berillius then ran his finger along a large river that started where the swamp and jungle met at the south coast of the island, his finger slowly tracing the huge river up stream, the thing actually lead all the way back into the jungle again so they'd not have to worry about any poison ponds when they got off the boat. "See how this river can take us almost the whole way through the island to the meeting of the ecosystems. Instead of us having to go around the entire island, and risk the freezing tundra waters. What do you hunters think?"
Scrap ran alongside Yurel as the pair of them ran towards the feeding frenzy. Scrap tilted his head at Yurel "Well personally I don't like extra crunchy bits. I'm pretty sure there are a fair few who don't like crunchy bits." But before they could get to the carcass Sauron let out a bellow. He stood far from the body, obviously he'd not taken any of the bounty for himself. Scrap stopped firmly in place. The Aptanoth had already been stripped of most of it's meat, and there were still many more grumbling stomachs.
"Alright everyone I'll need a new pair of escorts for the next hunt." Sauron's gaze drifted over his normal escorts Calek and Torak, it seemed that they exhausted from the previous hunt. Then he slowly turned his head to Yurel and Scrap, the pair stood out because they were standing rather far away from everyone else. "Scrap, Yurel. With me."
"Yes sir!" Scrap exclaimed, obediently running after Sauron. Sauron hadn't waited for either of them and would have already started heading out of the network of dens and nests that the pack inhabited.
The sent would grow stronger identifying itself as a freshly killed Popo, the smell becoming more potent as it's killer began ripping the corpse apart. The sent would lead Ten on a fairly long walk about fifteen hundred meters north, leading towards the coast. The oceans breeze would make the sent even more pungent as she got closer. It would also identify the scent of the predator, or more accurately predators. A pack of about 3 Giaprey accompanied by a Giadrome. The area had a good amount of cover, many crags of ice jutting from the ground, the sounds of the Giaprey eating and talking to one another giving Ten a decent enough picture of the surroundings.
She wouldn't be able to scare them off, while she'd have been able to fight a single Giaprey and come out on top. Their numbers made combat a death sentence. Though she did have one advantage, being that she was downwind, the ocean breeze masking her scent from the Giaprey. So she had stealth on her side. Perhaps she could trick the Giaprey or try waiting it out. Though a smell as yummy as a dead Popo would for sure attract some big players.
Swiper would easily be able to distinguish the irritating sounds of combat as a pair of Diablos fighting for territory. It sounded like it was only just getting started. But as Swiper headed the opposite direction the sounds got quieter and quieter until tranquility had been restored. As for options on where to next, he had a few. There was a tight looking cave that seemed like it might have some proper shiny rocks inside it, though further in the distance to the left of the cave was the the start of a muddy swamp. There could be a herbivore nest set up somewhere in there, all the plants made it a great nest location. But with mud came things like Barroth and other filthy mud lovers. To the right of the cave was what looked to be the start to a labyrinth of rocky mountain paths, a place that seemed to be popular with flying wyverns and other bird wyverns like himself.
Appearance: Anastasia’s lightly tanned skin gives her an exotic look when paired with her smooth skin. She gives off a feel of innocence and youth (though the innocence part couldn’t be further from the truth), her eyes always looking off into space as she thinks, like a child looking to the sky. Ana’s head is covered in a thick mess of charcoal black hair left to drape over her shoulders and back, Ana never really got into the swing of taming her mane but at least she cleans it now.
As for the rest of Ana, she has a slim but very lean build, being on the taller side standing at 5’11. On first glance she doesn’t look that impressive, you’d not notice the muscle she’s packing until she flexed or exerted herself. She does have an energy about her, like she’s always ready to go. As for clothes Ana likes it simple, flat colour shirts and jeans are her go to clothing when going out, though at home you’ll catch her in tracksuit pants and comfy tops (even though it does literally nothing for her.)
Onto Anastasia’s costume. She again wanted it to be something simple, but still something that could stand out on it’s own. A black lambskin leather jumpsuit was chosen, it’s form fitting sleekness and shiny texture managing to stand up while being simple. As for her head she wears a bright yellow motorcycle helmets with cat ears. And to finish things off a upside down black S under the left ear.
Alone in the dirt
Torn rags for clothes and cold stale bread for food, this was how Anastasia had to start out her life. Being a child left on the street to fend for herself, with nothing but a blanket and box to her name. Though it wasn’t like she could use these things being just a few weeks old, if not for the homeless she would have died. But they couldn’t bring her up to the standards society would accept.
Anastasia wasn’t a healthy child, making it to the age of 1 by some kind of miracle. This was around the time Scion appeared, though Anastasia was far too young to be concerned with something like that.
Making ends meet
The next few years were surprisingly less rough. She was still never healthy, but she retained the boundless energy all toddlers seem to possess. This made her fellow street rats smile, the sight of a child playing is always a happy one, even if you live on sunflower seeds and stale bread.
By the age of 5 Ana was already learning how to be a thief. And she got good at it, while not making insane wealths of money from it she was able to taste fresh bread and lemonade for the first time. Though a full time job as a thief at the age of 7 was quite stressful and she quickly grew to dislike it, people telling her to go out and steal even when she was tired. It didn’t take long for her to start traveling alone. Though she’d still leave money out for those who raised her, she knew she owed them.
A kind soul
Anastasia had been scraping along for 2 years now. Using the skills she’d learned to survive on the streets, though with heroes being a thing now she needed to be a little more vigilant. The last thing she wanted was to be locked up and get told off for what she did. She didn’t steal because it was fun - she did it because she needed to.
Ana was on her usual route, lots of well off people hung around this area. Money being wasted on trivial things they really didn’t need. Though this trip was anything but usual. This time she found herself confronted by a girl Ellie, this girl wasn’t even much older than her yet she had this aura of maturity. And the pair hit it off, becoming close friends. It had hardly been a week when Ellie invited her to live with her. Ana had no idea what to say, but she wasn’t going to refuse this offer. She’d waited so long for something like this, it seemed impossible that something like this could happen.
Anastasia and Ellie went from friends to family within a month. Nothing could split this pair apart, well nothing except for Ellie’s tinkering time, Ana knew better than to bother Ellie while she was working.
Ana was profoundly pleased with her new sister, and for the majority of the three years they had been together she’d felt happy. Then Behemoth came. Anastasia was twelve at the time and the fear this creature brought was sure to fuel her nightmares. The magnitude of the destruction and the horrifying amount of lives lost was almost unheard of. Though while Ana was shaken by these events she noticed a…change in her sister. Something about this tragedy had made Ellie more confident, more mature, more… Awesome!
My sister the hero
She’d done it. Ellie had actually gone and become a superhero, Ana was just so shocked that her big sister went out and fought crime! How cool was that!? All those hours in the workshop had finally paid off for Ellie and Ana couldn’t have been more happy for her big sister. In fact Anastasia wouldn’t stop pestering L about all her adventures out in the city. She even asked to come along, given that she’d lived on the streets for 7 years she knew her way around.
Ellie obviously refused Ana’s offers. It was far too dangerous for Ana to go out with L, what if some punks tried to beat them up? Ana wouldn’t know how to defend herself using the many gadgets L did. Well at least that was the argument Ellie persuaded Ana with, and while she didn’t like being told what to do, she knew her sister knew what was best.
No more pain
While her sister being a hero was indeed one of the coolest things to have ever happened, the increasing number of reports of heroes being injured in the line of duty made Anastasia start to worry. Not to mention the few bumps and bruises her sister would sometimes come home with.
While Ana’s offers to help were swiftly declined by Ellie Ana knew she couldn’t stop asking. It’d been a month or two since L started and at this point it was simple luck she’d not been badly hurt. Was it because L was better at being a hero than others? Or was it because the criminals didn’t want to be known as the people who beat Crafter the child hero? Ana didn’t know, but she was sorely hoping for the former.
And as Ana feared it had finally happened, Ellie’s luck had finally run out. Anastasia looked upon a broken sister, her body bloody and warped because of the ruthless efforts of some terrible people. And where had Ana been for her dear sister? Here at home, safely watching television and eating some homemade pizza. Though Ana wept for her sister, having rushed to her side praying that her sister would live through this. And only after a good hour of talking with her sister was she confident that Ellie would survive.
But Anastasia wasn’t going to let something like this happen again. She would become strong so that Ellie wouldn’t have a reason to refuse her help. She would become strong so she’d never have to see her sister like this ever again. She would become strong so there would be...No more pain.
It took Ana a few more minutes to get comfortable with the idea of leaving Ellie alone, but then again she didn’t want L around for what she was about to try. So after feeling one-hundred percent sure Ellie was alright to be on her own she left for L’s workshop. Ana knew she couldn’t just wish upon super powers, though if what L was working on functioned how she said it would. Ana might just be able to get some powers right away.
Ana’s expression was a mix of determination and fear as she walked into Ellie’s workshop. She’d watched L make all kinds of contraptions in here, making sure to remind Ana never to touch anything as it was mostly experimental stuff. But listening to Ellie was what had led to this in the first place, Ellie was he one who needed help now. And Ana couldn’t help without some sort of augmentation. So Ana started sifting through the assortment of machines, many were obviously not finished laying there with wires poking out. But there were some that looked finished, and one in particular caught Ana’s eye, it was in it’s own little box and had clearly seen plenty of development. She remembered this one, a wrist implant that lets you shoot this glue kind of like spiderman’s webs. If anything here was going to make Ana strong enough to help her sister, this was the device.
Anastasia had seen Ellie practicing what it would be like to implant things in herself, tracing a dotted line around the base of the implant. Like marking out an area of paper you were going to cut, except instead of paper… It was skin. Ana was afraid, she knew there was going to be pain but she couldn’t scream. If she made too much noise Ellie would figure out what she was up to and try stop her. Ana needed to be strong and take the pain.
She laid the device down on the workbench and began looking for a marker, a weak sense of fear slowly stewing inside her. No Ana! You must be strong! After laying a knife and a marker on the workbench, she placed the implant on her wrist. It looked a little odd on her arm but that was probably because it was designed to fit on Ellie’s wrist. Next Ana traced around the implant, her fear having been swept aside being replaced with determination. Now came the worst part. She needed to peel the skin off the area.
Ana folded a piece of thick leather and placed it in her mouth, giving her something to bite onto. She picked up the pristeen blade from the workbench and slowly lifted it towards her wrist, placing the tip of the blade onto the marked area. It pierced her skin without her even applying much pressure and she let out a muffled gasp at the cold touch of metal. She already felt her eyes beginning to water but that didn’t matter, she needed to be strong now. She started. The honed edge of the knife split Ana’s skin like it was tissue paper, the ugly red flesh that lay beneath quickly becoming visible. Ana was crying now, her skin curling away from the knife as she traced the dotted line. Her sobbing and weeping was being muffled by the rag she’d placed in her mouth. Why was there so much blood? It was like something had burst in her arm, blood pouring from her self inflicted wound. STRONG! BE STRONG ANA! BE STRONG! Ana’s thoughts did nothing to ease the pain, all they did was remind her that she wasn’t finished. The skin may be a bloody clump on the floor, but the implant wasn’t in her arm.
Ana felt herself quickly becoming light headed, the blood loss obviously taking its toll. Ana stumbled backwards, finding her back against the workbench while everything was getting hazy. She looked down at her hideously wounded arm and watched as blood continued to roar out. There was only one thing left, putting the implant in. It didn’t matter if she fell unconscious if she turned on the implant it would surely fix all this, there was no way it couldn’t.
Laying her arm down on the bench was far harder than she thought it would be, though at this point standing felt almost impossible. Ana lifted the implant, slowly but surely raising it over the flayed area and gently laying it down. A terrible chill shot up Ana’s arm as the cold metal rested on her exposed muscle. The only thing left now was to turn the device on, then it would fix her and she’d be stronger. But when Ana pushed the startup button it didn’t feel like it was fixing her.
Ana let out a scream, the rag falling from her mouth as she cried in agony. The device was boring into her flesh, four different screws twisting and shredding the flesh and muscles in Ana’s wrist. This is when Ana felt herself slipping away, no longer able to keep herself awake. But at least there was no more pain.
Life was very different now, the lack of pain was...Strange to say the least. Though her sister helped her through the hard initial transition. And Ellie, being the practical person she was, decided that Ana could help her out with crime fighting now. At least that’s what Ana would tell you, in actuality she spent a few days nagging at her sister about it. Thus the mighty duo was born! Slam and Crafter!
And they were a great team, quickly kicking a considerable amount of ass. Ana actually kinda enjoyed helping her sister fight crime. I mean how could she not enjoy it? She loved the stories L told her about how she beat bad guys and helped clean the streets. But now she got to live the stories alongside her sister. Ana didn’t have that hint of worry hearing of her sister fighting thugs, because now she stood with her to make sure it was all ok. These were probably the greatest years of Ana’s childhood.
Ellie glanced over at Ana, her feet planted firmly as she decided to break the topic now. Fast, like a bandaid.
"I think we should join the Wards."
Ana looked up from where she was sitting, tilting her head at Ellie. She wanted to join the Wards? Eck. Why would Ana let herself get bossed around by some snotty adults?
"Grooooooooooooan... Why the heck would we join the wards? That would just make it so we get bossed about by some adults. And I get enough orders from you as it is. Count me out."
"Look, we already work with the Protectorate all the time. They've been dropping hints about this program coming, and I want in. I want the funding, the resources. I can't accomplish 80% of my designs because I'm lacking age or resources. We can help more people, get you the proper training you need to not just get fucking stomped to the pavement constantly, and get me everything I need for us!" Ellie pleaded.
"You do whatever you want L, but I'm not going to be full time lap dog for anybody. You and me and the people are the top priority. The protectorate will just weigh you down, I promise you that. It's not like they are just going to let you make stuff and stick it into you, they're too wussy."
"What they don't know until it's done won't hurt them. And I can't do that stuff until I'm done developing, so I'll be in the upper ranks by then anyways. We both can be." Ellie's face scrunched up. "I thought we were in this together, Ana."
Ana let out a frustrated groan. "We are in this together! But I... I don't want a bunch of adults telling us to do things. They'll tell me to do things that are boring or annoying..." Ana grumbled as her argument for not joining the wards was pretty damn weak.
"You know that's bullshit as much as I do, Ana. We can do more with them. We can be better. Don't you want to be better?"
Ana crossed her arms and slumped on the couch, looking defiant. "We... Dammit fine ok! We'll join theses stupid wards. But if it sucks I blame you..." Ana didn't like arguing with Ellie, mostly because Ellie always won. Well only because Ellie always won.
Ellie bounced across the room and pulled Ana into a deep hug. "Good, because we meet them tomorrow."
Ana's face contorted into a frown. "You'd already organised the meeting hadn't you!" Ana then turned the hug into more of a grapple.
"Of course. Last night's patrol, actually," she muttered, wiggling to get free.
Ana made some grumpy noises then gently lifted Ellie up, slowly walking towards a couch. "Time for you to get slammed."
Two years the sisters had been Liquex and Newt, the Ward siblings. And Ana had loved every moment of it, but all things have to end at some point. And by order of the protectorate, Ellie was to graduate from the wards under a new hero name, Manifold. While Ana had to sit back and stay as Newt for the next two years until she could graduate.
It goes without saying that Ana was not a fan of this. She was meant to be there to help her sister. That’s how it had always been. It’s how it was meant to be. But it wasn’t how it was going to be. Ana was going to have to work separately from her big sis, sometimes she did get paired up. But those times were fairly uncommon. While Ana still got to see Ellie when they were both not out on patrol, things just felt a little different now that they weren’t cleaning the streets together. Now all she had to look forward to was her martial arts training she was used to being alone in those, but it still didn’t feel the same.
Finally! It was time to graduate! Time to be the dynamic duo! The power pair! The super sisters, once again! It was good to be back with Ellie, though Ana wouldn’t admit it. Something about them working together just felt right. Ana decided to take up the name Simplex. Well actually Ellie gave her the name, she rolled with it because it sounded cool. Not to mention looked great scribed across the side of her new motorcycle.
And while it was good to be back with her sis, Ana couldn’t help but notice the abundance of cute boys. Some of which had costumes that left very little to the imagination. And hey, some of the girls weren’t half bad either. Ana was going to enjoy chatting some of theses people up, even if it was just to get on her sisters nerves.
Motivations: Anastasia just wants to help clean up the streets, be it filthy criminals or actual rubbish. Some people have to live on the streets you know.
Badass animals (includes dinosaurs)
Great fucking pizza
People using her full name
Don’t touch her motorcycle
Any kind of conversation that involves her not being blood related to Ellie
”Hit me! Gimme your best shot!”
Derangement: Anastasia is extraordinarily brave, not really registering risks when she does things, this often leads to a large amount of self injury. Leap off a building? Why not? Charge head first at a car? Bring it on!
Skills: Ana has a few things she’s skilled at, firstly is her insane skills on a motorcycle, tearing it up on the streets is one of her favorite things to do after all. Ana’s fearless nature leads to some pretty ridiculous motorcycle acrobatics, think stuff like sliding under trucks.
Ana has Black belt in Judo. Her reason for picking Judo is so she can restrain people using her enhanced strength, and the myriad of throws, grapples and pins of Judo are perfectly suited to that.
Ana also got herself a yellow belt in Aikido because it also focus’ on restraining an opponent while also protecting them from harm. Using defensive moves along with holds and joint locks.
Ana decided to learn a little bit of Taekwondo just in case she needed to apply a little more brute force to her attacks, though this may not happen often she prefers to be prepared for such an event.
She has impressive sleight of hand skills having picked them up when she was out on the streets. It was one of the things that helped her survive. Though she can’t pickpocket as well as she used to due to her enhanced strength and completely numb body. Though things like swapping cups and card tricks are child's play for her, quite literally in some cases.
Details: Anastasia’s powers allow her to heal from all wounds almost instantaneously even going so far as to being able to reconstruct her entire head and spine in a matter of seconds (3-6). Broken arms simply snap themselves back into place. Stab wounds are gone in the blink of an eye and vital organs can be replaced in mere moments. Alongside this impressive healing factor comes a significant boon in strength giving her the ability to lift around 1 tonne.
Anastasia's final ability allows her to ignore all physical feeling. Letting her take great amounts of damage without so much as flinching. This immunity to feeling extends to more than just pain but also removing her sense of touch and dampening her kinesthetic sense.
Limitations: While Anastasia’s healing abilities are indeed potent, they require her to be aware of the damaged area in order for the healing processes to happen. The only parts of the body that this rule doesn’t apply to is the vital organs required, like the brain, heart ect. Ana’s inability to feel pain and dampened kinesthetic sense make it hard for her to actually discern the amount of damage she’s actually accumulated. Seeing her leave a battle bleeding from a gargantuan gash on her back is not uncommon.
So to fully repair all the damage her body has taken she really has to have a shower and look in the mirror, otherwise she can’t find everything. And even then she might still be missing a kidney and never even notice.
Equipment: Anastasia’s equipment is designed to accommodate her reckless behaviour and tendency to sustain a large amount of damage. This said her equipment is often cheap to produce, like her custom designed Motorcycle helmet. This helmet comes with a built in communication device and some cute cat ears on the top. Ana also has an earpiece in case her helmet gets destroyed.
Now a helmet wouldn’t be much good without a bike to go with it. Now Ana has a few rules when it comes to her bike, and all of them involve pain for you if you touch it. Her bike is probably the only piece of equipment she tries to keep in one piece, and that not only because it’s expensive. She still gives her poor bike many scratches and dents, but she makes sure to fix up her beautiful motorcycle.
Anastasia’s last notable piece of equipment is the augmentations in her wrists, courtesy of Manifold. These implants are designed to emit smoke. They do have a finite amount of smoke but Ana does keep an extra set of canister refills on the off chance runs out. Refilling the augments does take a few seconds but it’s not normally something she needs to do during combat, unless she decides to smokescreen an entire basketball court. She does sometimes pretend that she’s spiderman shooting webs from her wrists. Wouldn’t you?
"Rise and shine everyone! We're finally here!" Berillius shouted, banging a wooden spoon against a iron pot. He stomped around the main deck of the boat making sure that her made a visit to everyone's cabin. He only decided to stop once he'd made and entire round, well except to Jack's cabin but that's because he was already awake steering the boat. While Berillius was greeted with a some curses and annoyed looks his mood wasn't dampened one bit, in fact he was practically skipping around as he waited for everyone to emerge from their beds and make it onto the main deck. When the hunters made it out of their cabins there eyes would be flooded with the warm orange light of a rising sun. The island was just in view, their new home mere minuets away.
"Gah did you have to wake us up so dammed early!? Couldn't you have waited an hour or tow!?" Clara called out as she pulled herself from her quarters.
"Actually Clara I did. Because me and Jack decided that now would be the best time to choose where we're going to set up shop." Berillius eagerly un-scrolled a map and lay it out on a table that lay around the main mast of the ship. "It'd be much easier to just land on the land on the shores of the region we look to inhabit no? So we're going decide that here and no, get it done with now. Then you can go back to sleep as we sail to whatever location it is we choose. Sound good Clara?"
Clara crossed her arms and grumbled. "Yeah yeah that's fine. Also I vote no to the tundra, anywhere but the tundra."
Berillius stabbed a knife into the top of the map to make sure it wouldn't drift of. He then clapped his hands together. "Oh a vote! Wonderful idea Clara! I'll abstain as I'm up for going just about anywhere. Everyone else?"
"I will also abstain. I am fine with living anywhere, as long as I get to cook." Simon said as he walked over to a giant metal pot, a wonderful smell already starting to pour from it.
"Somewhere warm would be nice, though I'm not all that fussed." Quilt said. She had curled herself up next to where Simon was cooking, being attracted to the warmth of the pot.
"Somewhere cold wouldn't be that bad, it's nice to get away from the heat of the forge every now and then." Harris rubbed his beard as he spoke, he stood next to Berillius, peaking at the map on the table.
Jack looked back from the steering wheel for a moment rubbing the back of his neck. "Water would be nice, can't fish without water right? Heheh..." Jack didn't say anything else quickly turning back to the wheel and making sure the boat didn't crash into anything.
Henry would stifled a yawn before throwing in his vote. "As long as there is soil that I can plant in I'm fine with anywhere.
Fillie nodded furiously after Henry spoke. "Yeah! As long as there is dirt to get my fingers dirty in I'm good to go anywhere! Goodness I'm so excited!" Fillie hoped around the cooking pot Simon was using, the lust for food clear on her face.
Finally Rebecca spoke up looking at the map intently. "I have no say in this. I am perfectly fine going anywhere. There is always something to study, no matter the place."
Berillius smiled counting the votes in his head. "Alright so we got a vote for a wet place. A vote for and against a cold place. And two votes for usable soil. Plus a preference for warmth. Well it looks to me that the decision is up to you hunters, which is fair coming to think of it. After all you'll be the ones fighting the monsters in said areas."
The Jagged Jaggi
"Hey!... Hey!... Yurel buddy it's time to move." Yurel would feel himself being nudged softly from behind, his back being shifted across the cold stone floor of the den. "Come one bud, Sauron and his guys brought back an aptonoth! Even Rtelsha is awake!" The nudges would speed up a little as many patters of feet could be heard from all around.
"Scrap are you coming or not!?" Said a high pitched voice in the distance. "Yeah you snooze you lose!" Said another almost identical voice.
"Don't worry about it, there is a whole aptonoth! I don't think you'll be able to eat it that quickly!"
"You underestimate the speed of Tik and Tak my friend."
"Yeah! Don't blame us if you go hungry!"
With that the pitter patter quickly started to diminish. The cave seeming to be almost empty at this point, though the heat of the early morning sun did manage to make it's way onto Yurel's scales. So it'd be clear it was morning.
The Zealous Zarmite.
The cold air would blow into the small den that Ten called home, the chilled air doing little to disturb her slumber. It would be the morning sun striking her skin through tiny holes in the ceiling of her humble home. The warmth that it gave to her being the kick that the morning would hopefully motivated her to begin her day. Though just like all the rest this day would be difficult, unless she managed to find an easy meal. Which didn't seem that crazy when the scent of blood was already on the wind, something had made an early morning kill. obviously something dangerous.
The Kleptomaniac Kulu-Ya-Ku
The desert sun would shin into Swipers nest, it's glow only adding to the tranquility and splendor of his nest. Though at the moment it'd feel anything but tranquil. Roaring could be heard in distance, while not close enough to provide an immediate threat it was still a large annoyance. Especially for a monster that was trying to sleep. Though whatever was taking part in this scuffle weren't showing any signs of slowing down, in fact the skirmish seemed to be getting closer.
Aya coughed up a tiny bit of blood as Morri convulsed and bashed into her, but she had grabbed onto Morri's fur so that knocking her off wouldn't be that easy. She continued to hold on tight and make sure her quirk continued to restrain the wolf boy, but she was beginning to feel woozy from all the blood she was loosing. She hoped that someone would be able to take Morri of her hands, though to do that they'd have to knock the kid out and that seemed like to could present a problem, with the durability this kid has knocking him out might take a lot. "I nee... Need a hand o-over here..." Aya shook her head slightly, trying to keep herself awake.
"Man this place smells likes shit!" Madison exclaimed as she walked into a pub catching a few looks from the patrons. She casually ignored the glares and hopped onto a bar stool, she was delighted to find that it was one of the floor fitted stools that had the spinning tops. She took a few moments to spin around a couple of times giggling all the while, after a couple of second the bartender let out a sigh. "Is there something I can do for you lady?" The rather gruff looking man said with a slightly irritated tone.
"Yes there is! I need one drink please! The cheaper the better!" The bartender cave a reluctant nod and went about getting a beer. While he did this Madison fished around in her pockets, making sure her kitchen knife didn't slide out of its little holster. She then emptied the contents of her pocket onto the bar and started digging, mumbling to herself as she did. "Oh how did that get there, cheeky little guy." She said as she slipped what seemed to be a spider that'd had it's legs removed. "Ok so that's one dollar, two, three..." Madison's voice trailed off as she continued pulling notes and a coin or two out of this mess of lint that used to be in her pocket. After piling up some money she gathered up the remaining fluff and strings, shoving them pack into her pocket with the legless spider.
She gathered up her money up while smiling at the bartender. He slid her the drink, "that'll be five dollars." Maddy went to hand the bartender the money when a gentleman sat down on the stool next to her. "Put that one on my tab would ya chief." The bartender simply nodded and went off to serve someone else. Maddy tilted her head at the gentleman as she slowly slid her cash back into her pocket. The man wasn't that bad looking if she were being honest, though he still wasn't the kind of meat that got her excited, though he did look like a screamer so there was that. Madison decided she might humor this guy for a little bit, free drinks were always nice."What brings a pretty thing like yourself here?"
Maddy took a moment to drink. Her face contorted at the taste, she then leaned forward a little and whispered. "Not this piss water that's for sure." Maddy then took another swig, her face screwing up again. "Oh so what then? You come here looking for a good time?" Maddy's eyes lit up and she nodded furiously. "Well then. I might be able to help ya." Maddy gasped in excitement. "Awesome!" Maddy shot up from her chair leaving the half empty beer on the bar.
The gentleman grinned and got off his stool. "You're a keen one! C'mon lets take this somewhere a little private." The gentleman gestured towards the door waiting for Madison to start walking first before following her out of the bar. "Just around here, can't been seen having fun in public. That'd get us in trouble." Maddy nodded. "Too true. The name's M-" Before she could finish the man raised his hand. "Don't you worry about names. We're not getting married or anything. Just having a little fun." Maddy covered her mouth and nodded. "Ok no names."
Maddy followed the gentleman around into a alleyway, and as far as alleys went this one didn't smell that bad. In fact the stench was a little endearing. "So, where do we start?" the gentleman asked, getting in real close and gently sliding a hand behind Madison's head. "The stomach." The gentleman tilted his head slightly puzzled by Maddy's response. "The stoma-c-c-" Looking down the gentleman found a large kitchen knife had been crammed part way into his stomach. Before he could even react Madison had pushed him back, making him stagger and fall into his back. Blood already staining his shirt. "What the f---" Madison delivered a quick kick to the mans head silencing him, while still keeping him conscious. "What? Isn't this what you meant by FUN?" Maddy plunged the knife into the mans calf as she said the word 'fun', drawing a damp yelp from the man blood already making it hard for him for him to vocalize.
"Aww I thought you were gunna be a screamer... How disappointing..." With another forceful kick to the head the man was out cold. With a sigh Madison took her bag off and shifted into her breaker form, her body turning to a black mist. She made sure to limit the range of her miasma to half a foot around her body. She then turned an arm into a whip like tendril that she coiled around the mans throat, with a quick jerk she snapped the mans neck and lifted him off the ground. She then dumped the corpse into a nearby dumpster and picked up her bag, shifting out of her breaker form as she slid the bag onto her back. "Man that was boring. I gotta find a better way to have fun... Mooks just cut it anymore..." Madison groaned and headed off further down the alleyway. Humming as she went.
It looked like her plan had worked the kid got easily angered, throwing out more profanity before charging at her. She readied herself to react when suddenly the shielder tackled the boy from the side sending him tumbling to the ground. This just got a lot easier. Aya bolted towards the boy, the pain from the nasty cuts on her chest making her hiss in pain. Aya jumped onto Morri quickly sifting her hands into his fur looking for skin to touch, though getting to it before Morri reacts however is probably unlikely. Aya was also starting to feel the blood staining her clothes and knew she wouldn't be able to keep this fight going much longer.
If she's not thrown off or otherwise stopped from touching Morri's skin she would instantly kick her quirk into effect, making the boys muscles go limp.
Appearance: Madison is much scarier than she looks. Her unimposing height of 5’2 and smooth light brown skin is quite the opposite of what you would expect from a savage such as Madison. Her muddy green eyes are so dark they almost come off as a brown. Under her eyes an on the bridge of her nose are a few freckles. Madison also has a veritable mane of thick brown hair running running down past her shoulders.
As for her build, Madison is a small girl not having any hidden muscle or anything like that. She’s no athlete but she’s not unfit either, she’s just average really.
History: Madison had a less than happy childhood, dad leaving when she was 7 wasn’t the best experience. That alone basically derailed her entire life, and to this day she still has no idea why he left or where he's, all she knows is that her mother blames her for it.
While the first few years without dad were sad and a little empty, things eased up when she was around 12. This was when she’d started making friends in school and was able to cook herself tasty meals while mum was away. Though mum wasn’t always out working and had started drinking when Madison started high school.
Madison was again without friends as she’d just changed schools, so she wasn’t in as good a place as before. But that was fine, Madison knew she’d be able to make friends again, it wasn’t that hard last time. Unfortunately her mother had other plans, it was late and Madison was getting herself ready for bed, when her mother came home, obviously very drunk. And it was this night that Madison learnt how her mother actually felt about her father leaving.
Her mother roared and screamed at Madison about how it was her fault that he left, and it was her fault that no other men wanted to be with her. That her being there made men afraid because they didn’t want to deal with a child that wasn’t theirs. While these words hurt Madison greatly they were just the tip of the iceberg as her mother dragged her down into the basement.
Madison was locked in there for at least half an hour as her mother continued to rage on upstairs. The light switch for the basement wasn’t in the actual basement, so all of Madison’s searching lead to nothing. And when the light finally returned her mother stood there crying. She rushed down the stair scooping up Madison and holding her tight, apologizing for the horrible words and for locking her in the basement. And the first few times Madison believed her, but after the fifth time she’d been locked down there her mother's words were empty.
It’d been a month or two since the trips to the basement had started, but Madison was still terrified each time she was locked there, the nothingness was so scary she would simply close her eyes and sing to herself quietly, in hopes she’d find some way out of this hell hole.
But this night was different, Madison had gotten used to the amount of time that her mother would normally take to calm down, most of the time she could also hear her mother romping around above her. But this time it was silent, she heard her singing waver as panic started to build inside her. Though she kept herself calm with the promise that her mother was coming back, she was just taking longer this time. But after many more hours of waiting Madison began to break. She stood up and tried to navigate the pitch black space, but the complete lack of light led to her bumping into walls and walking through cobwebs. Madison started to scream for help, but her cries fell on deaf ears. She continued yelling until her voice got hoarse, stumbling to the floor and bashing her head on the floor. She was trapped in this room, no way out and nowhere to go, moving around was a danger and huger was creeping in. She’d been abandoned in this place, left to die in the basement by her own mother. She triggered.
After her trigger Madison became a lot more. Complicated. And she found it practically impossible to work and live under normal conditions. It was very hard to hold down a job when you when you are as unstable as Madison. Though Madison has been able to take the odd job from illegal sources. Which leads into the now, as she’s been at the whole lone wolf thing for many years now and is looking to see what a long term partnership might be like. Maybe she’d finally have a roof over her head, or one of them fancy gaming consoles.
Motivations: Everything Madison does is for her own enjoyment. She just wants to be happy and free.
Sexuality: If caught in the right mood. Anything that moves.
A good meal.
Most animals, especially dogs.
People not being grateful.
People hearing her singing.
Derangement: Madison’s derangement makes her unpredictable, highly volatile and extremely dangerous. This is evident by her disregard for human life and erratic behavior. When around her it’s impossible to tell if she’s going to flirt with you or play soccer with your still beating heart. Though this unpredictable nature is lost the moment she enters her breaker form, at which point she becomes a predator. While you would have the benefit of knowing what the heck she was thinking now, her thoughts would most likely be on your demise, be it swift or prolonged.
Skills: Singer- Madison has a naturally good singing voice that she’s nurtured during the many hours she spent locked away, though she isn’t that forthcoming to people hearing her singing. Prefers to sing tunes in private.
Cooker- Madison learnt to cook when she was very young, she couldn’t rely on mother being there to feed her so she had to adapt. And after years of this she became a pretty good cook, having a good range of foods she can make. Anything from fried rice to steak roast.
Stabber- After her trigger started to carry a knife with her on the regular. She’s figured out all the best places to stab for all sorts of things. Like the biggest bleedy points, or where it hurts most.
Survival(er)- Having to live on the move is something Madison has come to accept and has adapted accordingly. She knows what good things to scavenge from bins, and what things she’s better off just stealing. And if it’s worthwhile maybe accepting some work and getting a bit of money in. Because it didn’t hurt to have some money.
Classification: Breaker sub Shaker | Stranger
Details: She enters her Breaker state, becoming a creature of a dark black gas. She is constantly emitting a thick black mist, filling the immediate area. She can change how much area the mist tries to fill, be it spreading the mist out to fill a large area of making it a simple cloak over her entire body. The mist is like liquid to Mire allowing her to move through the mist as if floating in water, but she can't actually fly. The gas that makes up her body is semi solid, almost like gelatin in consistency, while the mist she expels is slightly thinner and spreads at a moderate pace outward from her person. Anyone inside the mist, or in contact with it, has their senses affected.
They start to smell things that elicit fear or dread like blood or foul odors, they hear sounds that trick them into going places or attacking nothing. They can feel random touches all over their bodies. But nothing is physically happening to them.
Mire is able to move through the gas unimpeded and see clearly as if nothing were there, but she is aware of how far her mist has spread. Leaving the gas will lift the effects after a duration of time based on how long you were affected, up to five minutes. Being in the gas that long will have the effects linger for an extra minute.
Mire’s can condense her body to become more or less solid, to the point where bullets either pass through her harmlessly or simply bounce off her. She is also able to shift her body's shape, being able to do things like turning her fingers to blade like claws to increasing her size and taking a bestial form, but this ability does have its limits.
Limitations: The gas can only spread 3 meters above the ground and ten meters in away from her, after that it starts to flow back to her body.
Her shape changing abilities cannot replicate advanced mechanical workings, only able to shift to basic things like claws, spines, whips and other animalistic shapes. And the maximum size she can take is determined by how far her mist has spread, being a few extra inches as soon as she changes form to being many meters long and tall when her mist has spread to its maximum.
Equipment: Knife- Madison carries a massive 7 inch long kitchen knife with her at all times, you never know when you might need to stab something. And a blade this big stabs pretty good.
Clothes- Madison does indeed wear clothing.
Backpack- Madison has a sturdy school backpack she uses to carry around anything she picks up, be it lunch from the supermarket or a cute shirt she stole off someone.
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