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((This is a quick join. Profiles are not needed, but feel free to PM me an idea for a character if you are not sure. This is a completely raw idea I have, but it came from my demo of The Secret world. Just enough to jog my brain. Please this is also a Literate, not semi. I want at least one good paragraph, I prefer two+ but even I sometimes don't feel like typing. I have added a mini skelly, since people really seem to want to send me things :P))

Mythical creatures live among us. Below the streets of current day world. Creatures takeover the bodies of thousands of humans each day. Most humans simple die, but every now and then, thought rare more powerful creatures break threw the walls and binds that thread together the realms together... Infecting humans, Causing plagues, murders, and even more recent outbreaks of mindless creatures. One out of every ten thousand is strong enough to control these demons. These select humans are brought into a private army. One known as the Templars.

-No connection to creatures besides gaining their power.
-Powers may be anything, though remember your body is still human.
-It is rare for agents to live past five years in this field.
-The Templars do not hunt every creature. Most creatures are kind.
-If one does speak to their creature, they will be terminated.
-If one becomes too powerful, they will be terminated
-If one decides to leave, they will be terminated
-You are not the chosen one in any way, you are a solider. Part of a private army.

Our story begins just after a major outbreak 693 miles north of Moscow. One that should have been prevented.. Humans are raising up after death to claim the bodies of the living.

Mini Skelly

In your first post please give me a description of your character. I will quote it as I did with the others. If you want to use a picture, that is fine. But just give me a basic thing in writing. Pics will be linked to the Character Names.

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[SIZE="1"]Gender:[/SIZE] [FONT="Courier New"](Its a 50-50 shot here)[/FONT]
[SIZE="1"]Weapons Knowledge:[/SIZE] [FONT="Courier New"](Obvious :P)[/FONT]
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[SIZE="1"]Years Activated:[/SIZE] [FONT="Courier New"](1-5. The longer you are an agent, the more unstable and more likely you are to be killed.)[/FONT] 


(CHARACTER NAME) - (USERNAME)
Gender: (Its a 50-50 shot here)
Weapons Knowledge: (Obvious :P)
Anima: (Magic- remember your body is still human. So sde-effects are a must! Except for certain cases. )
Origin: (Where you are from.)
Years Activated: (1-5. The longer you are an agent, the more unstable and more likely you are to be killed.)

Agent Data Base

Siobhan Luhtz- Triquetra


Gender: Female
Weapons Knowledge: Dual Pistols, sword
Anima: Chaos Effect
Origin: New Orleans
Years Activated: four
Threat Level: High

Siobhan Luhtz was a fairly average girl. Her hair was bobbed short and black as the night. Her eyes were blue, they had always been. But slowly they were becoming brighter, a sign everyone was watching for. Her eyes, when completely dark would still be scene if one was looking hard enough. Siobhan's personality was very reserved. She was shy and quite held back compared to the rest of the army. Although at the same time, she was graceful. When speaking she could glide her way threw a conversation like the gentle motion of water. Similar to the battle feild also. Her weapon of choice was a simple sword and a pair of pistols. The sword was at her feet while the guns under her clothing. Her clothing was basic. A pair of blue jeans, a black chica tank top, and a tripped white and black sweater thrown over the entire outfit.. At the moment she was comfortable.

Jacy Summerson- Triquetra

Gender: Male
Weapons Knowledge: none
Anima: Blood Magic
Origin: America's deserts
Years Activated: Three
Threat Level: Guarded

The man was none other than Jacy Summerson. He was one f the more interesting people in the car. His skin was darker and well tanned. He had tattoos that were bother personal and traditional. The only one really noticeable at his time was a small paw print under is right eye. He had long back hair, tied back with a holder. Something a bit of a prize for him. Jacy He was relativity old for the Templars. Breaching three years. And many scars showed that. He turned the key a few more times. Maybe finding a magical full tank. But nothing. He sat back in the seat, sighing rather annoyed. "I told you all we should have stocked up." He reminded everyone. Unlike the fair skinned girl sitting behind him, His personality was the opposite. He was fiery, hot-headed, and stubborn. Like many Americans could be. But oddly enough, he had a caring side. Only towards a select few. It was not like he didn't trust everyone, he just hated too many people. He wore a light pair of black snow pants with a grey sweater over his torso. Jacy hated the cold more than anything. He also had a red vest over the sweater, and that had a bit of fur around the collar.

Ameika Yama-Okami- Kilia

Gender: Female
Weapons Knowledge: twin blades
Anima: N/A
Origin: America
Years Activated: Under 1
Threat Level: Low

Ameika Yama-Okami, the only way to describe this female was odd. Her forest green eyes spoke of a hidden danger hiding deep inside but was hidden by the red rose colored sunglasses she wore. Her hair was dyed blond to the point it looked white, though she looked as if someone had tried to dye it blue at one point. A slim, scarred, tan hand ran through the two-toned hair, showing the white more and almost making it look like they were feathers. Though she did have feathers in her hair. Though, it would be hard to describe her personality, considering it seemed to change with the situation that they were in, for example someone could say that she is rude and she would flat out and tell them: "I am not rude, I just speak what everyone else is thinking." She wore a simple off the shoulder white shirt, a black under bust corset, a black leather belt with a bag attached, a black skirt that ends at her knees, some white knee high boots and a light black hoodie to go over it.

Harper Delaney Evans- Tancileena

Gender: Female
Weapons Knowledge: Twin Blades
Anima: Advanced tracking
Origin: America
Years Activated: 1 year
Threat Level: Guarded

Harper is not a substantial woman. In fact, she is tiny, waif like, but not a person easily ignored. Standing at five foot three, Harper has a mane of curly brown hair, caramel skin and large, sapphire blue eyes. Currently, a wool cap was jammed down on her head, and her tiny frame was encapsulated in a massive yellow parka, layers of long johns under heavy duty winter pants and snow boots. She was only slightly warm. It was freezing out.

Micah Rosen-Kilia

Gender: Male
Weapons Knowledge: short sword
Anima: Fire control
Origin: japan
Years Activated: 2 years
Threat Level: Guarded

Micah Rosen was rather short for a male, often mistaken for a female. Though he had medium length hair, that was raven black, and cobalt blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. Like Jacy he had plenty of scars to show that he had been just as many battles as the taller male. He on the other hand was wearing nothing but black, making his eyes appear to be black as well. He just seemed to be rather simple looking, there was nothing to make him stand out, he was only five feet tall, black hair, cobalt blue eyes, tan, and tons of scars. That was it, he had nothing going for him unlike Jacy whom all the girls seemed to fawn over, Micah was someone that was unnoticed.

Rukva- Lady Chello

Gender: Female
Weapons Knowledge: Samuri Katana, advanced swordsmanship.
Anima: Control over Ice and able to morph into a wolf.
Origin: Japan
Years Activated: None
Threat Level: Unknown

Her thin frame was clothed in simple makeshift clothing she had came up with. She blended in well with her surroundings due to the fact she was clothed in all white. It wasn't normal for people to be around this part of her homeland. All natives had fled from this area for reasons that none one speak openly of. Unlike the others of the land she was different. Her eyes where a bright leaf green and her hair was long curls of blond and white mixed. She also could see the monsters that plagued the land. She had lost her parents to the beast and had learned over the years how to kill all she faced.

Lucian Vance- Marsyas

Gender: Male
Weapons Knowledge: none
Anima: advanced telekinesis
Origin: Florida
Years Activated: 1
Threat Level: Elevated

The slender but extremely muscular male was just now waking up after everyone had left. Vehicles had always seemed to put him to sleep ever since he was a child. Unfortunately, even to this day, he'd yet to grow out of it. He wiped his vibrant hazel eyes after shifting his dreadlocks -which are alternately crimson and blonde tipped- out of his face. His milk chocolate colored skin made him one of the darker people in the group. Being an African American and all it wasn't as if he could help it. After wiping his face to ensure he hadn't been slobbering or anything, he traced the lining of his facial hair which had been cleanly shaven into a thin chinstrap that didn't connect to his thin mustache.

Vulcan Adessa Solomon - Andraus
Gender: male
Weapons Knowledge: Long-Ranged Weapon's, and Explosive's.
Anima: Hysteria Mode, and Technological Manipulation.
Origin: Chicago, Illinois
Years Activated: 2
Threat Level: Guarded

Vas was Raised in Romania, and worked as a Wood-cutter for his Family's Small Lumber Company. Being at an Average build, with a Calm nature, This job Was Reletivly Simple for him. However, 8 Year's back, His family's Lumber mill was Set ablaze by a Rival Company. His Father Died in the Fire, along with his Brother. Vas, Seeking Revenge, Stormed the Rival Company, and Killed Everyone there, in a Fit of rage. Forced to Flee his Home, He Became a Sort of 'Gun-for-hire'.

Creature Lore

Husks

Peeking in the windows he could see two gruesome creatures. They were known as husks. Zombies in a way, but far more powerful, and did not decay. Instead they were made of magic. Jacy could only see two, but there was normally at least eight in a group. When husks were around, it was a sheer hint something more powerful was making them.

Siobhan Luhtz was a fairly average girl. Her hair was bobbed short and black as the night. Her eyes were blue, they had always been. But slowly they were becoming brighter, a sign everyone was watching for. Her eyes, when completely dark would still be scene if one was looking hard enough. Siobhan's personality was very reserved. She was shy and quite held back compared to the rest of the army. Although at the same time, she was graceful. When speaking she could glide her way threw a conversation like the gentle motion of water. Similar to the battle feild also. Her weapon of choice was a simple sword and a pair of pistols. The sword was at her feet while the guns under her clothing. Her clothing was basic. A pair of blue jeans, a black chica tank top, and a tripped white and black sweater thrown over the entire outfit.. At the moment she was comfortable. Travelling in a van with a few other agents. Heading to the site of impact. They would be the first to reach the area since the incident.

The incident was one that should have been avoided. Although most of the detail were classified at this time they were supposed to contain whatever they would be facing. Siobhan looked out over the countryside. There was nothing but snow and ice everywhere. It was he middle of winter after all. And here they were travelling to the mountains. They only had about three more miles before they would reach the outside of town. Suddenly though, the van came to a hault. Siobhan looked up to see they everyone else saw. A cloud of black smoke coming from where she only guessed was the village.The van started to slowly moved again. Crunching the slow beneath the car. Before it came to a stop again. She heard the driver swear up front.

"We are out of gas everyone." The Native American man said up front. The man was none other than Jacy Summerson. He was one f the more interesting people in the car. His skin was darker and well tanned. He had tattoos that were bother personal and traditional. The only one really noticeable at his time was a small paw print under is right eye. He had long back hair, tied back with a holder. Something a bit of a prize for him. Jacy He was relativity old for the Templars. Breaching three years. And many scars showed that. He turned the key a few more times. Maybe finding a magical full tank. But nothing. He sat back in the seat, sighing rather annoyed. "I told you all we should have stocked up." He reminded everyone. Unlike the fair skinned girl sitting behind him, His personality was the opposite. He was fiery, hot-headed, and stubborn. Like many Americans could be. But oddly enough, he had a caring side. Only towards a select few. It was not like he didn't trust everyone, he just hated too many people. He wore a light pair of black snow pants with a grey sweater over his torso. Jacy hated the cold more than anything. He also had a red vest over the sweater, and that had a bit of fur around the collar.

There was a collective sigh in the group. He had mentioned they were running low about a hour ago. But trying to find a gas station was impossible as they soon found out.

Siobhan began to put her gloves and coat on. Along with a pair of winter boots and a hat. Each of them had a pack of a few things that were needed. But nothing too heavy. Waiting for eveyone to be ready and bundled up, Siobhan opened her door and stepped out. Realizing quickly how cold it actually was compared to the warm van.She hugged herself for a moment, seeing her breath raise into the air.

"Its freezing.." She finally said sweetly. Out of everyone, she was the sweetheart of the group. Not soft by any means, but the little sister personality everyone loved.

"No really?" Jacy said, putting on his second hat. He reached back into the car. Grabbing a book. Jacy was a master of magic. One of the more dangerous choices. Not only that, his forty was blood magic. He could attack and heal. It was rather impressive. He was steaming at that moment, and quiet honesty would snap at the stupidest comments. "We are only in damn Russia.."

Siobhan looked back down at the ground. Moving the snow a bit with her shoe. She would not say a thing back. Mainly because she refused to start a fight.

Ameika Yama-Okami, the only way to describe this female was odd. Her forest green eyes spoke of a hidden danger hiding deep inside but was hidden by the red rose colored sunglasses she wore. Her hair was dyed blond to the point it looked white, though she looked as if someone had tried to dye it blue at one point. A slim, scarred, tan hand ran through the two-toned hair, showing the white more and almost making it look like they were feathers. Though she did have feathers in her hair. Though, it would be hard to describe her personality, considering it seemed to change with the situation that they were in, for example someone could say that she is rude and she would flat out and tell them: "I am not rude, I just speak what everyone else is thinking." She wore a simple off the shoulder white shirt, a black under bust corset, a black leather belt with a bag attached, a black skirt that ends at her knees, some white knee high boots and a light black hoodie to go over it.

The female's head jerked from the window that she had been staring out of, looking towards the driver, her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought of something. "Nani?! You said no such thing, Jac." She said to him as she rolled her eyes, having sighed in exasperation with the rest of the group. She quickly slid open the door and hopped out of the stuffy vehicle. She smiled, yawning slightly as she stretched, finally putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the area. She loved the cold, which made since when you looked at her last name, meaning mountain wolf, though her sensors to such things like hot and cold were far off from the others. She couldn't help but snort at the comments that she heard behind her, rolling her eyes once more before she tilted her head back to look at her companions.

"Oi! What is wrong with you guys? You act as if it is cold out here." she said to them, then she got a glimpse of Jacy, she snorted a bit as she tried not to laugh, but it was far to difficult for her, considering she found how he was dressed to be funny, wearing two hats of all things. She then bursted out in laughter as she took how everyone looked in, the funnest sight to her, was seeing everyone bundle up for the could and slightly shivering.

Harper Delaney Evans blew out a puff of frigid air and watched the steam rise above her in tendrils. Of all the places to run out of gas, it had to be Russia. Shivering, she rolled her eyes and stamped her feet, trying to keep the blood circulating through her veins.

Harper is not a substantial woman. In fact, she is tiny, waif like, but not a person easily ignored. Standing at five foot three, Harper has a mane of curly brown hair, caramel skin and large, sapphire blue eyes. Currently, a wool cap was jammed down on her head, and her tiny frame was encapsulated in a massive yellow parka, layers of long johns under heavy duty winter pants and snow boots. She was only slightly warm. It was freezing out.

"We're only a couple a miles out," Her southern accent drawled in the air. "So if we're gonna hoof it, I suggest we get a move on before our boots freeze to the ground. I ain't about to run barefoot through the snow. Frost bite is not how I want to spend my time. I'd rather be huntin'."

Harper stared off into the distance. It was nothing but white terrain for miles. Least everything is visible out in this miserable snow desert. She thought wryly. Snow began softly falling, dotting her hair and shoulders, melting where it touched skin. She sniffed and stamped her feet again, eager to get a move on.

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Micah Rosen was rather short for a male, often mistaken for a female. Though he had medium length hair, that was raven black, and cobalt blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. Like Jacy he had plenty of scars to show that he had been just as many battles as the taller male. He on the other hand was wearing nothing but black, making his eyes appear to be black as well. He just seemed to be rather simple looking, there was nothing to make him stand out, he was only five feet tall, black hair, cobalt blue eyes, tan, and tons of scars. That was it, he had nothing going for him unlike Jacy whom all the girls seemed to fawn over, Micah was someone that was unnoticed.

Being such an unnoticeable person made it easier for him to stand off in the shadows of a tree, having watched what is going on between people, he couldn't help but smile slightly at Ameika, she just seemed to be random and bouncing off the wall some times. He couldn't stand his companions, except Ameika, but that was only because they were raised together, best friends from child birth. He was still amazed by the fact she seemed to have no nerve endings when it comes to weather. "Are you done clowning around?" he said to them all, a bored look on his face before he snorted slightly, getting pissed at them all rather easily.

Jacy looked up from his torture to see Ameika practically prancing around. In nothing but her casual wear. The woman, he decided, was insane. And that was it. He also decided if her stupid ass froze too much as the night dragged on, he was leaving her behind. His eyes rolled as she noticed the way he dressed. "I'm from the desert! What do you expect?" Jacy snarled back at her. Obviously not having it. He heard a few others, Harper and Micah ask when they were going to be on their way. "Lets get a move on then." Jacy said to the small group of ten. He started to walk along the road, towards the black smoke that engulfed the town a head.

Being trained heavily, three miles should have only taken them about forty five minutes or so walking. However in that same time, they still had another half a mile left. Enough for Jacy to notice a house on the outskirts of town. A perfect place to become a base of sorts. Or a safe house for them. Survivors were not their priority, as hard as it was for a few to comprehend. Most of the time they had to kill survivors. Saving the thousand in the world over a few lives. It didn't make it easier, but at least the knowledge helped.

Jacy started to head towards the house. Peeking in the windows he could see two gruesome creatures. They were known as husks. Zombies in a way, but far more powerful, and did not decay. Instead they were made of magic. Jacy could only see two, but there was normally at least eight in a group. When husks were around, it was a sheer hint something more powerful was making them. He signaled for the group to draw their weapons and prepare.

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Siobhan pulled out one of her guns, travelling around to the side of the house. There was a door, stepping up to it Siobhan felt a board creak from under her foot. Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden noise. But worse, she heard the screech of the husks as they also heard the stroke of bad luck. Siobhan backed up quickly as the door flew open. Suddenly was the face to face with at least sixteen gleaming eyes. making the count now eight. Raising her gun, she shot the first. Striking it in the head. The creature lurched back, but gained its balance and continued running forward. The thing about husks, they could keep going. You had to tear them apart. Bullets did help with that, but as they grew closer Siobhan pulled her sword out. Slashing forward. Cutting limbs, and keeping herself alive.

Harper heard the shrieks and the crash, and before she knew it, she was hurtling towards the side of the house where Siobhan was. The woman was wildly, although expertly, removing limbs from the husks. But she was outnumbered. Husks were hard to kill, and if faced with enough, they were almost impossible to defeat.

Harper took a flying leap, and drove her heavy boot into the chest of one, knocking it backwards into several others. They were temporarily a tangle of limbs, unable to do any damage. Harper took that time to right herself, and took out her small, twin blades. She set about hacking away at their legs. The less they could move, the better. It was easier to kill them that way, if you don't have to run. She caught a flash of red, and turned her head just a spray of blood from a husk Siobhan had beheaded landing on the side of her face. Setting her jaw, Harper kept up her steady stream of attacks. Eventually, these damned creatures would all be dispatched. Until then, Harper refused to let up. One slip, and you're toast. She would be careful not to let that happen.

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Rukva stood on a snow covered hill. She watched the people. She pulled out the container with her version of ,"water" in it and took a drink. Her thin frame was clothed in simple makeshift clothing she had came up with. She blended in well with her surroundings due to the fact she was clothed in all white. It wasn't normal for people to be around this part of her homeland. All natives had fled from this area for reasons that none one speak openly of. Unlike the others of the land she was different. Her eyes where a bright leaf green and her hair was long curls of blond and white mixed. She also could see the monsters that plagued the land. She had lost her parents to the beast and had learned over the years how to kill all she faced. She wasn't the dead one yet and today she wasn't going to start. She slowly moved along the tracks left by the others as she follow d them. She could they where here for a reason. Her eyes widen as she heard the sound of screaming. She let out a growl of her own as she pulled out her Samuri Katana from the holder at her side. The long well balanced sword was the last thing she had of her family and her beloved father. He had taught her when she was little how to use it, and the sword along with the skills he gave her had served her well.

Rukva moved with grace and speed as she by passed the others in the group. Her destination was simple where the eyes where glowing and the screams where coming from. If these people where here to fight the monsters then she would help them. She owed the people who once took her in that much. The sweet people had welcomed her family and gave the shelter from the ones who sought to kill them in their native home of Japan. It was here though she grew up and here she called home. The place where one by one the people she loved vanished and the monsters appeared. Quickly she leaped to the aid of the other two females already at war with the monsters. She moved quickly with her blade fighting with a purpose. Of course she cursed the bloody monsters as they came. She was sure the monsters didn't understand nor the others there with her. But it made her feel better as she kept attacking the monsters.

"Oh, Jacy, love. I am only teasing you, after all if we were in the dessert right now. I would need you to help cool me down. So maybe, i can help warm you up right now." Ameika whispered to him as she turned towards him in a slight flurry of snow, having walked towards him so that she could whisper it seductively into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

A seductive smile on her face as she nipped at his neck a bit, kissing the spot, letting go with a laugh as if she had been teasing him the whole time. When the group begin to hoof it as Harper had said earlier, she couldn't help but hum a little tune to her self, walking far a head of the group.

Ameika stopped in her tracks as the drew close upon the house, something was wrong she could just feel it, deep down she could feel the fact that something was wrong. She went to grab Jacy's arm to stop him but he had moved forward, she bit her lip as she watched him, pulling out her twin blades from the bag tied to her wait. It was clear that she was uncomfortable, after all they all knew how she felt about this, she was just kind and soft to be able to kill people out of cold blood.

Ameika shifted in the snow, crouching low as she scanned the area, slowly moving forward, climbing onto the wood pile next to one wall to get to a higher window, her normal tan skin, looked pale, making her blend in a bit more. She cussed under her breath as she heard the husks, knowing who they were after fist. She broke the window as she climbed into it, dropping into the dark room, some husks had screamed and were heading towards her now.

Her first thought was if she died she hoped they burned this house with her in it. She threw one of the blades at the closest husk, watching as it sunk into a shoulder, the already pale girl went even paler as she forced herself to run towards the creature. Grabbing the blade that was imbedded into it, using the free one to keep the thing from biting her as she tried hard to push it and the others out into the open.

"Great these again." Micah grumbled, he had been trailing the end of the group, coming upon the scene last. watching what was going on before he pulled his own short sword out, they all had blades for these things, after all guns were good but the didn't quiet do the job, he saw that Siobhan was about to get attacked from behind, of all the things the girl had done, she had left her back open, which was something you never done.

He ran into the fight, fury in his eyes as he had to jump a bit, taking a good swing to chop of the Husk's head, just grazing Siobhan enough that she knew how close she was to have been killed. He then turned, his back to her's, keeping an eye out for any that were moving after she had cut them down. "Rule one, guard your back." he said to her bluntly as he hacked the husks, to make them smaller then what they were.

Though you could imagine his surprise when a female came out of no where and begin to help them, yes it shocked him to the point that he had forgotten what he was suppose to be doing as he watched her. Next thing he knew, a scream, a female scream came from the house, and there was only one person he knew that could scream like that.

The scream had shook him out of his daze, he looked around quickly to make sure that Ameika was safe out side, childhood friends were hard to lose, when he didn't see he, he just knew where she was.

Lucian Vance found himself reaching for the lingering images of one of his more pleasant yet fading dreams. The slender but extremely muscular male was just now waking up after everyone had left. Vehicles had always seemed to put him to sleep ever since he was a child. Unfortunately, even to this day, he'd yet to grow out of it. He wiped his vibrant hazel eyes after shifting his dreadlocks -which are alternately crimson and blonde tipped- out of his face. His milk chocolate colored skin made him one of the darker people in the group. Being an African American and all it wasn't as if he could help it. After wiping his face to ensure he hadn't been slobbering or anything, he traced the lining of his facial hair which had been cleanly shaven into a thin chinstrap that didn't connect to his thin mustache.

After taking a moment to view the landscape and try and spot the group he immediately got pissed off. Everyone had gotten out of the stupid van and no one had bothered to wake him up! Oh well, it was to be expected. He was an introvert. Rarely did he speak unless he needed to. It wasn't because he wasn't a friendly guy, he was just quiet and often got overlooked. Hence him being left. The one thing no one could overlook was his powers of telekinesis -which were so intense they allowed him to conjure psychic flames- and his unnatural agility. He was more agile than any normal human or most normal animals for that matter.

He'd been at this job for a year now and he couldn't count the number of times this had happened to him. It was such a habit that his anger subsided almost immediately. Wearing a grey t-shirt with a white vest and grey pea coat he knew he was still under dressed for this kind of cold. He wasn't in Florida anymore. His black jeans went well with the outfit that was finished with a pair of black gloves and grey snow boots. Mind over matter. A mantra the young man was happy to live by given the source of his powers.

Tying his dreads up and putting on the white beanie he brought along, Lu hurried and got out of the van following the footprints of his companions.

It wasn't long before he arrived to the scene of a battle which he was determined not to take part of. The bastards had left them in the van apparently they didn't need his help, so he stood back and watched the fight with mild interest. If things got out of hand he would help but otherwise this was all on them. Good luck.

[/COLOR]Jacy headed into the house after Ameika. He heard the scream, and after going threw the front door, he was face to face with her trying her best to push the remaining husk out into the open. Jacy rose his hands into the air. Gaining leverage as blood poured out from the wound Ameika had inflicted on the husk. With the red liquid, it forced it to swirl over his head. Attacking the husk with spikes that shot out from the pool above his head. It distracted a few of the mindless beasts away from Ameika and towards him. But Jacy was able to handle it. The blood suddenly started to swirl around his arms. As his arm flung out, a red whip was created. Slicing threw the husks. Chopping them up into fine peices. That way they were unable to move.

"Are you an idoit?!" Jacy said to Ameika as the crowd control went on. "Coming in here alone and without backup. And into a hoard of these things." The blood he had been using splashed to the ground as he appeared fine and the internal husks were gone. "Use your head Ameika! We would have to take you out if you were bit." You could tell there was anger there. Over the situation, but at the same time he was collected under the pressure.

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Siobhan was relieved when aid came to her. Her sword swung around like an extension of her body. Moving like water. In fact, there was a blue aura radiating from her sword that should not have been there. And the speed she was moving was unmatched. You could see her body, but at the same time she was a blur. As the fighting progressed, her entire body took on the glowing aura. Anyone who knew Siobhan enough would know this was no where near her full potential. Suddenly she turned, freezing as her sword had almost sliced threw Micah. She was about to hit the husk that he just took out, instead he took its place. Almost ending up just as the creature. Her bright blue eyes eyed him for a moment. Before she put her weapon down.

"Yes. I will be more careful. Thank you Micah." She simply agreed. Avoiding the confrontation all together. She noticed in the distance Lucian had come up. She had honestly forgot he was with the group. He was just so quiet in the car. Bot did he appear angry. For good reason too.She also over heard Jacy being angry. The aura started to disappear as Siobhan stooped the fight. Everything was dead now. And she only assumed the house was clear. She also noticed a new stranger to the group. Who was the girl? She wondered. Of coarse Siobhan was not going to be the one to ask. Still, she felt something within the girl. Had she absorbed a creature? If so, she was one of them, or dangerous and needed to be killed.

Now that the fighting was done, Lucian figured it was time to join the group. Rising up from his angry squatted position he made his way towards the center of activity. As he looked out at the group he realized that there was one unfamiliar girl among them, but that wasn't his problem to deal with at the moment. Silently he paced past several of his companions until he was at the door of the house staring at the back of Jacy's head. He then gave him a soft punch to the back of the head before calmly asking, "Now that you're done yelling at her for being reckless, could you explain to me why I was left alone in the van? What if I got attacked by something while you guys were gone and I was sleep?"

The fairly tall dreadhead had a bit of a peeved look in his eye, though his facial expression showed little emotion itself. He turned to look at the other members in case any of them had an excuse worth listening to. He didn't expect to hear anything more than he was too quiet. It had always been that way, but at some point that would have to change. It was getting old and tiresome. Lu didn't blame them, but he couldn't help that they went everywhere in vehicles and he wasn't guaranteed to stay up if the ride was more than an hour.

A cold gust of wind blew by and he immediately shivered and sniffed. "We should do what we came to do and get out of here. This is not my type of weather."

Ameika had screamed not because of the husks, but because of something else entirely, something that shook her to the bone. She was lethal with her blades, only because she had been drilled to use them and learn Tai Chi, growing up, which was deadly if used right. Once they were dead, she pulled her blades out the beast, wiping them clean before stashing them away, holding her arm tightly as her head hung.

She couldn't face him, not at the moment, instead she ignored him a little bit as she walked over to one of the husks that she killed, it was just a little girl. "Jac......THEN TAKE ME OUT!!!" she yelled at him, not being able to take him yelling at her, she had only just joined them, and before that she had to survive without them.

She stood before him, shaking in her boots, splattered with black blood, she was terrified, tears had already started to roll down her face. She may be stupid in her decisions, but she was just learning. "I had it under control." she said to him as she hugged her self, bending down to pick up one of the many toys that laid around the room, she liked Jacy and just couldn't take it when he treated her like this. "Sorry for leaving you behind Luc....but you were safe." she whispered to Lucian, she was trying to collect herself but it was hard, the small child like husk just shooked her to the core.

"I can't lose my only friend." Micah said to her as he met her bright blue eyes with his cobalt blue eyes, keeping eye contact with her before he put his sword away, he always seemed to be the clean up crew. Giving her a slight smile before he turned and look at the mess they had created, his eyes locking on the new female. He instantly pegged her as a fellow Japanese, though he was only half, the other half of him was German.

He wrinkled his nose at the bodies before he picked up a small piece of wood, glaring at the tip of it for a few minutes before it caught on fire, oh how he was glad to be able to control fire, after all he was a little pyro when growing up. He chuckled softly to himself, flicking it onto the dead husks, watching as they burst into flames.

Harper's chest was heaving, her blades dripping at her sides. She turned in circles, taking in the carnage. The bodies of husks, or rather the pieces of them, were strewn everywhere. Black blood had soaked into the snow, and every time one of them took a step, there was a disgusting, wet, sucking noise under their heavy boots. The air began to stink as the bodies caught fire and burned.

Joining the group, Harper noticed they had two new visitors. Lucian, who must have been snoozing in the back of the van when they left, and a woman in all white carrying a blood stained blade. She was curious, but she wasn't going to approach the woman yet. She wasn't a Templar, and there was no way of knowing this wasn't a trap.

Instead, she made her way over to Luc, bumping his elbow with her shoulder, as that was the only thing the short woman could reach. "Hey darlin'. For someone so damn tall, you sure pass under the radar a lot." Harper flashed him one of her rare smiles, before taking on a more abashed expression. "Listen. I really am sorry. I shoulda woke you up. I's right next to you and didn't even pay you no nevermind. Dumb move on my part. I'll be more careful in the future." Her Cajun accent clashed with the snowy surroundings. In all of her 23 years, Harper had never seen snow in New Orleans. This was a definite scenery change for the newcomer.

Lucian glanced to his side when he was bumped but didn't see anyone. Then he looked down and noticed another of his companions, Harper. After hearing her apology he didn't know if he should let it go or karate chop her in the forehead. Reflexively he let out a loud sigh, "Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'm used to it at this point."

An evil twinge came over him as he gave the short woman a pat on the head. It was hard to pass up a moment like that. She was just so tiny compared to him. This cold was starting to annoy him so to heat up the area around him, Lucian projected an area of heat with his telekinesis. It was simple feat when he could actually create telepathic flames with his power but there was no need for that much heat. Still the snow began to melt slowly with the temperature change and the black blood began to reek with an iron like stench.

"So what are we here for again?"

Rukva kept a distance from the others. She was impressed with them. She stood there and observed them. They where different like her. She slung her blade quickly out as the blood that was on it vanished now against the walls of the place. She stared at her blade it was beautiful she had to admit. In one quick motion she put it away. She was impressed with the strangers. Her eyes scanned the mess that was left in their wake. None of the monsters where left here any how. Her eyes quickly feel to the hill she was at. There where monsters near she could feel them.

She moved away from the heat as she leaped in the air doing a simple front flip landing perfectly out side. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the cold once again. Her eyes stared at the hill. "You have started a war. The others know you killed those. Now they will look for you too. " She said in her broken English. Her crystal blue eyes cut to the others. Seeming to pierce through their very souls as she looked at each one of them. Of her Asian features her eyes where what set her apart. Her eyes had changed color. Even when they where their bright leaf green they where a sight. But when she fraught they changed to the clear blue. She smiled as a soft blue aura appeared around her as she stood there. They where not the only ones that where different as many others she had encountered had put her condition.


She closed her eyes as she centered herself. The aura faded quickly as her eyes returned to their normal color. She slowly open her eyes as looked down at her jacket and pants. They where now decorated with blood stains. She shook her head as she stared at the blood. It was not her favorite color. She quickly removed her jacket as well as her pants. Underneath she wore a simple one piece suit. It was made from special thermal fabric. She looked like one of the spy's from the moves the only difference was her katana. She stared at the blood on the clothing. It was a awful color that stained everything in its path. She pulled out a white hair band from around her gloved hand. She had a pair of arm length black gloves over her one piece to give her arms more protection. She quickly pulled her multicolored hair up into a simple ponytail as she looked around to make sure there was no more blood about her. Most people would be dead or suffering from hypothermia by now. But that wasn't a issue for her. That was what made her strange. She survived better in the cold. She could hunt better in the cold. This was her element. Her eyes shifted as she realized she was among strangers once again.


Her old habits where hard to kill. She wasn't use to others being out here hunting the monsters. She was use to being by herself and taking care of herself. She turned as her eyes feel upon the girl with the blue eyes. She felt a connection to her and her alone. The others she could tell where just different. She was about to speak when her flashed the bright blue. She looked up on the roof as a small growl escaped from her. Her eyes met the golden ones of a star husk. She could tell that this battle wasn't over as she heard more screams coming from the trees around the house. Without a thought she leaped in the air barley missing the husk as it bolted from the roof into the trees. "You can run but you can't hide. I"m aware there are more of you." She said simply as her hand neared her katana ready to fight.

Harper let out a ringing laugh when Luc patted her on the head. That had never happened to her, and it was comical to see the big man interact with her that way. Still laughing, she bumped him again and started towards the strange woman with color changing eyes. Her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her.

Harper was just opening her mouth to introduce herself when the woman sidestepped a husk that had appeared out of nowhere. "What the f-" Harper began, but then it was chaos. A swarm of husks were approaching, and this time they were outnumbered. "Aw hell. Do these things ever stop multiplying?" She asked nobody in particular.

She unsheathed her blades, and waded into the fray. Gleefully, Harper removed the head from a husk, and kicked it into the face of another. She'd gotten quite good at soccer during her downtime, it soothed her. A husk took a dive for her legs, and she danced backwards, her blade embedding itself in the husk's shoulder blade. Mentally, she prepared herself for a nasty fight ahead. This was going to take a while.

Jacy was actually furious. Not that it was hard to make him so. It was mainly Ameika whom pushed his buttons in such ways. He was simply looking out for her, and she even thought to turn and scream at him! His vision tunneled for a quick second as the blood by his feet bubbled slightly. Just proving his aggravation. Not to mention Lucian had just shone up. Claiming to be left behind. When in truth Jacy was not his damn babysitter. And in the past when he attempted to wake Lucian up, his nose was broken. It still even had that slight crook to it. Therefore he left waking Lucian up to everyone else.

The Native American man took a deep breather. Calming himself. At least a little. Until the asshole decided to punch him. Not hard, but just enough to get his attention. "Because I was not going to sacrifice my nose again." Jacy said to Lucian honestly. Hey, at least he was honest. Harper was right there to take care of the man though. Or at least distract Lucian away from Jacy. Or maybe it was vise versa. He noticed the smaller husk out of the group. It was a child. A mere child. Something in Jacy's stomach turned suddenly, but he was sure to hold down his lunch. They would still use they house as a base, after getting Micah to burn the bodies. He put a hand on Ameika's shoulder. Pulling her slightly away from the sight. Although he had no words for her, it was apparent he was simply trying to get her to leave.

It was then he heard the screams. More were on their way. Maybe far too many for the small group the handle. "Lets get upstairs." He said to everyone calmly. Husks were attracted to sound, so if they remained quiet in the basement or even upstairs, the husks would wonder off back towards their soarse of power. It may have been a cowardly move, but Jacy had to look out for the good of the group. And not speaking for Lucian, but his own magic only went so far. An army was something he could not face. "Harper, tell the others." He said to her as she just finished off one of the early arrivers. He looked to Ameika, "Go ahead up and close all the windows and shades." Jacy would remain downstairs until everyone was safely upstairs.

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Siobhan nodded as Micah spoke to her. A small smile creasing her lips. But unlike most of the group, she instead walked up to the strange girl. There was a power to her that was very fimilar to Siobhan. Mainly because the group held the same sort of power. A creature had attempted to claim her body, and failed. Granting her with the power the Templars sought out. How long had the woman been up in Russian? Or rather how long had she held her powers. The woman looked to Siobhan, with a looked that pierced her very soul. She had to wonder how much of her power could the strange woman control.

"We are a private army. Starting wars and protecting humanity is what we do best." Siobhan told the girl. There was no use in hiding who they were anymore. If Siobhan was right, then Rukva would receive an invention to join the private army. And Siobhan was rarely wrong. The girl appeared to heard something in the distance, and at that moment a few early husks burst out from the trees. Harper taking one on by herself. Siobhan slicing two more apart. She heard Jacy inside, ordering Harper.

"Let's head inside." Siobhan said calmly. She had moved so fast to take down the two husks, with the human eye one would not have been able to see it. She paused a second. Shivering before heading up the stairs before the rest of the horde over came them. Husks would not even be phased by the dead bodies of their own. They did not eat flesh, but instead were annoyed by movement and sound. Which it probably did not help Siobhan used her gun on a few. She noticed Micah light the bodies on fire. Which was good. They would run into the fire and injure themselves. Even kill themselves. Which was better.

The male laughed openly with Harper as they joked around until she went outside.Then Lucian smirked quietly to himself when Jacy said he wouldn't risk his nose again. In all honesty that had been a freak accident. Luc was usually a docile sleeper, that time he'd been suffering from a nightmare that came with the migraines he got from overusing his powers and it was one of the worse nightmares he'd ever had. He could still remember the realistic fear he had from that one. It sent a shiver up his spine thinking of it. Though after hearing that he'd broken Jacy's nose he'd apologized countless times. It certainly wasn't on purpose, but Jacy never seemed to actually forgive him. Or maybe he did and he chose to never forget.

The mood shifted a bit as the group soon became aware of an army of husk heading this way made its way through the group. Lucian thought about the prospect of fighting an army of husks and smiled. He was sure he could handle them so long as he didn't get a migraine. That was the side-effect of using his powers. There was the occasional random migraine that he had no control over and it could put him out of commission for up to twenty four hours depending on how bad it was. It had happened before when they were on a mission. He was out for three hours after passing out from a strong severe migraine. It bothered him that the doctors couldn't figure out what caused them but they had proscribed him some medicine to take that seemed to keep the outbursts under control.

"I'll stay down here and keep them out of the house until everyone is able to get upstairs," he announced to Jacy as he telepathically tossed one of them smooth across the clearing with a flick of his fingers. "And I can put up a barrier in front of the door that should keep them from being able to bust it down if they're smart enough to search for us once everyone's inside."

Ameika glared at him, not backing down, even when the blood at his feet began to boil, she wasn't afraid of him, she just didn't like having people angry with her. She rubbed her arm again, ignoring the others as she kept her back to them, biting her lip as she closed her eyes. She couldn't tell them things about her past, she couldn't even bring her self to telling them that she felt like an outcast.

She jerked slightly at the hand on her shoulder, pulling her blade out and pressing it to the person, blinking a few minutes before she realized who it was and where she was. Relaxing slightly as she lowered the weapon, letting Jacy pull her away from the sight willingly, the unspoken words between them seemed to make her eyes tear up some. before she pulled away from him, jerking her head towards the door as she heard the screams also, it seems as if the sounds just gravitated towards the house.

She nodded at his suggestion, avoiding him as she moved up the stairs quickly, locking it up tighter then Fort Knox, she looked out from behind the curtain to the scene out side, after her little shock she was in no mood to go out and fight with the others, instead she stayed there and made sure the place was secured.

(post for micah later)

The movement from the others caught the attention of Rukva. She gave a simple nod to Siobhan. The strange woman was quite beautiful in her ways. Unlike others she had meet this was the first person she could feel a connection too. The woman's exploitation seemed good enough for her. Why else would someone put their life on the line fighting such things. She would have loved to continue the conversation though the sudden screams and movement of the monsters where the pressing manner at the moment.

She kept her post on the roof of the building. Unlike the others she couldn't stand the heat or long periods in it. Though the cold wasn't good for her body either. She pulled out her katana quickly as she beheaded one of the husk. She closed her eyes as she stood there in the center of the room and lessen. A soft blue aura appeared around her. In a quick movement the dismembered husk fell to the ground. Her eye's flashed open as a pair of husk appeared. She took the first one out with ease though the second one was tricky. She missed dogging it my a inch and ended up with a gash on the side of her leg. Her eyes starting to glow slight as she tried to contain her anger. She let out a cry as she slammed her blade into it's head quickly removing it and slashing it into small parts. She was aware that the odds where against them all. Being on her own wasn't the best idea she had ever had. She had never had a choice. She was to dangerous to be with others. Even with these people who looked to be like her. She couldn't control herself as they could. They where safer with her up here where only the husk would pay and her body afterwards.