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> So it seems to me that the surviving members of team PRGT want to stay together. Unfortunately, Flamelord didn't want to join so we are down a member. So, who would like to join Robert, Priscilla, and Greyson as they fight the evil forces of... whoever ends up being the antagonist of this RP? Daniel could do it.

We could have just used the character tab to keep track of our characters.

Meanwhile Daniel the human torch (not a fantastic 4 reference) still needs a team.

I'm willing to join whoever wants Daniel.

**Medic** At the mention of a field trip, Medic was excited. "Say no more, I'm coming vith you!" Medic said as he entered the ship. The thought of new experiments was enough to give him goosebumps.

I fixed the Personality and got a better picture.

Name: Daniel Day Dalton (subject to change if necessary for team name) Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: - Dragon's Fang: a straight double-edged short sword. The blade is black, with a white line in the middle. The blade can be set ablaze, which also causes the white line to turn red. The blade can also launch the flames from the blade as a fireball, which consequently extinguishes the blade, but it can easily be reignited. - Dragon's Claw: Also a black blade with a white line in the middle, and can be set ablaze, but this blade is a hand and a half sword, single-edged and curved. Like the short sword, its white line turns red when set ablaze and can shoot fire, but unlike the short sword, it shoots the fire as a flamethrower. Both are capable of absorbing flames, whether from each other, an explosion, etc. The stronger the flame, the more power it absorbs, and vice versa. Specialty: Holds the short sword in his left hand and the longsword in the right. Barrages the enemy with the short sword with fast pierces and slashes, using the longsword to deliver the final blow. Deals a high amount of damage very quickly, using both swords and flames (usually at the same time), but not really one to take as many blows. It won't stop him from charing in head first though. Semblance: Inferno: Engulfs himself with fire (does not burn himself or whatever he's touching unless he wants it to get burned) and increases his physical abilites (mainly strength and speed). Doing so will turn his hair from black to blonde, though why it does this is unknown. He can also just engulf one part of his body (an arm, a leg, etc) rather than his entire body (his hair will not turn blonde this way, unless the flames engulf his head). The flames can be absorbed by his own blades, but doing so tires him out quicker. Personality: He's hot headed for sure. Very easy to anger and very easy to excite. Get on his bad side, he'll demand a fight and you'll probably be lucky if all he does is burn off your hair. Get on his good side, well, it's handy to have a human torch on your side. He believes that just about every solution to a problem involves fire or explosions. Surprisingly enough, it's worked well enough in the past, although most of those events were really solved due to luck. He also tends to be rather overconfident during fights, and gets insulted easily during fights. Color: Light orange. Emblem: The symbol for fire, and his two blades crossed in front of it. The fire will be orange, and the swords are entirely black (blade, hilt, everything). Appearance: [This guy.](http://chidorirpg.iphpbb3.com/forum/download/file.php?nxu=41339663nx10448&avatar=218_1312059759.jpg)

Mythrilite was now looking through his cupboards to see if he had anything to eat. Seeing some bread, he decided it was better than nothing and got some cream to go with it. Spreading the cream on the bread, he was about to take a bite out of it when someone knocked on his front door. Still holding his bread, he walked over to the front door and opened it, revealing a small boy of about 10 years old or so. "Hello there, what brings you here?" Mythrilite asked. The boy smiled a toothy smile and said, "There was a man today who wanted me to give you this!" The boy held out a sealed envelope, and continued, "He also gave me a cool sword and hat!" Mythrilite smiled back and replied, "Alright then, thanks." Mythrilite looked at his bread, then back at the boy, and he asked, "You want this bread? It's got cream on it." The boy smiled in delight, which Mythrilite took to be a yes, then gave the boy the bread. Mythrilite took the letter and the boy ran off, presumably back to wherever he came from. Mythrilite then opened the envelope, pulling out a folded piece of paper with a vague message, "Meet me at Floor 37. The location is here." and a blue and red button was down below, with a circle and an "x", respectively. Mythrilite was curious, seeing as Floor 37 was only recently opened. Pushing the blue circle button, he was immediately given the information, as well as a small message that said, "Oh, and make sure you aren't followed." This invitation certainly got Mythrilite's attention, and he wondered who it was from. Opening his menu, he then checked his inventory to see if he had ample crystals and health pots. Satisfied that he did, he began his journey to the swampy mess of a floor. --- Mythrilite looked around. This was definitely the place. Swamp and marsh as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far. He decided to wait a few minutes. After all, someone clearly took the time and trouble to send him the letter, and- wait, did that tree just move? A large object from above moved toward him, and Mythrilite leaped to the side to avoid getting crushed. When he recovered, he saw that he was surrounded by three mobs called "Moss Ent." They were undoubtedly going to be tough, but he would persevere. --- Several minutes and a healing crystal later, the last of the Moss Ents finally died by a swing of his blade. Before he could even check out his loot, he heard some slow clapping. He turned to face the source of the sound to see someone wearing a very recognizable armor. "Bravo, bra-vo. It seems I was right about you," the mysterious player said. Mythrilite asked, "You were testing me?" "Very perceptive," the player said. "I also assume you know who I am, or rather, what I am." Mythrilite nodded. "A Blood Dragon, and I can assume that you wish to recruit me?" "Your fighting style is rather unique, and I wished to see it myself," the Blood Dragon remarked. "Now that I have, I would like to know your response." They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Mythrilite said, "I apologize, but I must decline. I have a... bad history with guilds." The Blood Dragon was silent for a long time. Finally, he replied, "A pity, but I'm sure you have your reasons. Well then, I will take my leave." He turned a complete 180 and started to walk away, then turned his head back to look back and said, "If you change your mind, well, we'll be in touch." The Blood Dragon walked behind a tree and soon disappeared, and not even Mythrilite's Tracking skill could figure out where he'd gone. Mythrilite sighed. Well, that was rather eventful. In any event, as long as he was here, he might as well go gather some info for the next boss. He walked off, heading back to town.

This still up for new blood like me?

I'm not even going there... yet.