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Olivia Faunal

ooo wasn't that just beautiful! Oh, I mean that exploded shed over there didnt you like it?

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a character in “E.P.I.C. Reborn: The Milele Jua”, as played by Lolkatlove

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center] Olivia Faunal (Liv), 18, Female
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< Physical Info >


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[Appearance]

Standing at a small 5foot 4 Olivia has pale skin which makes her onix black hair a striking contrast. Mid length and cut with layers Olivia keeps it up in a high ponytail with the odd red streak in her fringe in order to keep it out of the way. Her eyes are a crimson brown giving them a red tint. She almost always carries a backpack filled with equipment including her modified bazooka which she splits into separate pieces to fit in her bag reassembling it within seconds when she needs it.

Student/Heavy

Affiliation [E.P.I.C]


< Mentality >

[Personality]
Olivia is in any words a soul that doesn’t know how to quit. She has a stubborn determination in life adamant that she can succeed at anything even if it’s very obviously not true. However by nature she has a boisterous attitude loving loud noises especially that of her explosions. This is no exception for the level of her voice as she can be heard from across hallways. Olivia is also incredibly generous; she doesn’t even have to think twice about letting people use her things as she really doesn’t mind so long as she gets them back that is.

Of course her weapons are out of that generosity, if she finds her explosives moved even the slightest inch it’s enough to make her shout with anger mainly because she knows how dangerous her equipment is.

Once she has decided she has made a friend she is incredibly loyal, however despite that Olivia is pessimistic with returned loyalty, so secretly she always plants explosives near her close friends and enemies just to be sure if anything goes wrong. Her pessimism is the result of past betrayal making it difficult to fully ever trust in anyone keeping her dark secrets to herself.


[Likes] [Dislikes]
o The sound of explosions Snow and rain (it can put out her old school explosions) x
o Mint chocolate ice-cream (eats it all the time) People who moan x
o Hanging around in tree’s or high places (good vantage point) Being underestimated x

< Ability Statistics >

Olivia almost always has some sort of explosive with her, or at least a trigger to a device she controls prepared for the unexpected, maybe even a grenade. She always carries around a backpack stuffed full of detonating clay which she manipulates into ornaments so that their true explosive nature won’t be noticed. Stashing these in enemy territory (sometimes with help of those stealthier) she can explode them whenever she wishes. Thus it’s impossible to tell how many explosives she may have planted for security.

She also has in her bag her modified bazooka which she splits into separate pieces to fit in her bag reassembling it within seconds when she needs it.

Her favourite toy is spitfire jet plane, she loves piloting the speed and the unstoppable guns that she modified on the standard issue. Her personalised jet, ‘Iris’ as she named it, has built in bazooka’s, heat missiles, tracking system and is made from a specially designed metal base to increase defence. It’s practically a death sentence to fight against as its speed and flight makes it an incredibly hard target to hit let alone damage with the increased defence metal.

When ‘Iris’ isn’t around, Olivia uses her incredibly well strategic mind. She can plan a battle within minutes in her mind calculating every move carefully. From a high vantage point she will stand and watch her well place explosives be set off as the enemy set of their triggers whilst she throws grenades and more planning for her allies abilities also.


Personal Traits
She hums to herself happily when alone
Loves to eat sweet food
Can be nosey

< Personal Background >

[Biography]
Most of Olivia’s background is essentially secret, she doesn’t talk about herself very much so practically no one knows her past.

Born an only child Olivia grew up in a strict environment, her father was the General of the Army or so she had grown up believing, her mother was a house wife dedicating her time to looking after Olivia. She had a happy childhood with her mother, always fearful of her father’s punishment for bad behaviour.

However despite their bad relationship her father had often taken her with him to work. She found herself stood behind a glass wall nearly every visit looking in at scientists as they built things she didn’t understand at the time. He would have her watch test runs of new weapons, see their development and learn how explosions worked. It was this exposure to such noise and exciting weapons at a young age that started her love for explosions. Going home she would research what she saw all night trying to make sense of it all as he father never answered her questions.

Olivia’s obsession grew and she began to ask to go to work with her father rather than wait. It went like this for years her father eventually decided to allow his scientists to teach her what they knew about the weapons they built. Gathering this knowledge Olivia began to develop into the person she is today.

She helped the scientist build the weapons when she 14 enjoying the outcomes good or bad. All the while she believed her father was working for the country, so it came to be an incredibly big shock to her when the F.B.I suddenly showed up at her house to arrest him. Her father had been an illegal arms dealer, a crime lord if not a drug lord also. He had been training Olivia to become a weapon herself against his enemies. She was devastated, betrayed by her family and everything she knew destroyed.

Her father and mother arrested Olivia was left to her own well being. The F.B.I sent her to live with her mother’s sister, but she didn’t stay there long. Even though her father had taught her all about weaponry for his own agenda, Olivia still loved explosions, she loved to travel and it was impossible for her to stay in one place.

So begins...

Olivia Faunal's Story

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Dim pale blue sky raced by clouds blurring into one as a brazing unmissible roll of an engine coursed through the sky its cogs churning and providing kinetic energy to the metal base that held it. Olivia pushed a gear stick forward with her right hand a helmit snugly encasing her head with small tufts of her black hair poking out the back of her neck, she grinned as the action sent the metal beast she sat within dipping slightly as she prepared to do some air acrobatics with her one and only favourite toy in existence, her modified Spitfire fighter jet. With a excited purr the jet glided passiontly through the sky cutting its way through the air like a kinfe on butter as she travelled at a speed which made it almost impossible to spot the jet.

"Hell yeah!" Olivia shouted out with sheer enjoyment her grin filling half her face as she shifted the gear stick to make the jet suddenly swoop in a circle creating a short moment of zero gravity as the jet hung upside down in the manover. Anything loose in the pilot's seat floated, Olivia herself rose only held down by the straps of her seat as she felt her stomach flip circles.
"Phew that never gets old" she chuckled to herself moving to check the air pressure and monitors as her destination came into view, 'The united school for the gifted' so they called it. She had recieved the invitation of joining a few months ago, the thought of being trapped in such an environment repulsed her. Olivia had decided not to go, she thought the school would be pointless, however, as she thought about it more and more she imagined what new adventures the school may bring, what strange people she could meet, and especially the idea of being able to use her explosives whenever she wanted. So not a mere hour ago she had suddenly changed her mind. Using a car for travel would never get her to the school intime, she was english born and bred, travelling across seas would take weeks, so clearly in her mind there was only one option of arriving on time, her beautiful spitfire 'Iris', modified and improved with much better weapons that the orginal standard making 'Iris' a terror to the skys. It was her best pass time.

As a large building came closer into view Olivia grinned her anticipation growing, she hadn't quite figured out where to land however, yet the concrete beside the school looked so delightful, maybe she should mention 'Iris' is hers when she arrives so it doesnt get clamped or something, would they even do that to a spitfire? Who knows in america she pondered with a shrug flipping a few switches as she slowed down the jets speed pulling into landing distance.
The noise of the jet could be heard for miles, its arrival was definitely noticeable to anyone outside the building or inside, trees bent at the wind pressure produced from the engine leaves branching within all directions, papers scattered, stones rolling and the ground almost trembling at the upcoming arrival.

Carefully Olivia steadied 'Iris' and gently settled her down on the concrete patch beside the school obviously meant for parking with the odd cars around and the parking spots marked with white. Not caring though Olivia landed in a smooth yet loud fashion annoucing her arrival quite openly filling up most of the concrete space the wing nearly touching a nearby parked car. Immediantly with a nimble jolt Olivia opened the pilot hatch and jumped out its enclosure into the light that poured around her. Her jumpsuit was a dampening dark black like the helmit she wore though that had cat ears for her own personal flair. Pulling off the helmit Olivia ran a hand through her black hair as it cassaded down her back stopping short just past the shoulders, she quickly used a bobble on her wrist to tie it up into a high ponytail for efficency the red streaks catching the sunlight making her reddish brown eyes stand out even more against her pale skin.

She had finally arrived, sure she was a little late but what did that matter?

Grabbing a packback out of the cockpit before locking the hatch Olivia began to stroll towards the school wondering what was to await her and if anyone had heard her enterance.

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Slinging her backpack from her shoulder Olivia held it infront of her as she opening it and began to shuffle through the contents. "detonating clay.... Bazooka trigger..... Bazooka base...." she began to list off out loud the objects she found as she ticked them off in her head. Her jumpsuit flattering her figure as it stuck to her curves her cat eared helmit held firm under her arm as she walked away from her spitfire fighter jet 'Iris' and towards the school building.

She probably had to sign in or something, maybe the opening ceromony had already began anyway, not that she minded too much those lectures always dragged on, she would much rather discover the rules of the school than be told them, it provided so much more fun. Picking out a small rectangle metal device which looked similar to a remote Olivia grinned in nostalgia, the small device was actually an incredible powerful armour suit, if she attached it to the stainless bracelet she always wore, panels of armour would erupt from the bracelet coating her entire body with a defence almost impenetrable. Olivia had used it many times to literally walk into her explosions expierencing the true feel of such wonder unlike anyone else, only problem was it cost a lot to repair if damaged so she rarely used it.

Humming a tune to herself Olivia strolled closer still fumbling around her backpack when suddenly a gust of wind whipped at her face as a series of loud crys shattered through the peaceful air pretty similiar to a familiar sound of gunshots. Olivia stopped all movement and froze her right hand still within her bag, what was going on? This was a school wasn't it, though it did say for the gifted, maybe it was a training exercise which they were already starting?

She didn't want to miss out on that!

But then again, it could be something completely unexpected.

In an instant Olivia's face hardened in a serious tone as she ran forward to the building shoving her back up against a wall, she was at the back of the building, the gunshots had come from the front, she had to go there prepared. Dropping her bag Liv immediantly pulled out each of her Bazooka parts clicked them together within a matter of seconds as she had trained herself to do years ago. Then, with a deep breath she calmed her nerves as her heart thumped at the excitment, "Alright liv, asses the numbers, find a location, then blow them all away" she smirked at the thought of the last one.
Taking another deep breath, Liv then ran round the corner of the building heading towards the courtyard forever staying close to the wall to provide some cover. As she got to the front she quickly knealt on her knees then peeked from the corner of the wall into the courtyard. What she saw shocked her, bodies, many of them, and by judging their uniform they were security to the school.

Why was the school under attack?
Why would someone want to attack a school?
Why would someone go to so much effort that they even killed the security guards!

She had to keep on her toes.

Narrowing her eyes she looked around further, then suddenly she spotted them with their slight movement, two women and one man covered in blood, it was impossible to tell wheather it was his or not. Where they the enemy? They might be victims of the attack, members of the school, she couldnt attack them if they were, she was apart of the school now after all it would be bad studentship to attack her fellow pupils. The guy looked young enough to be a student, the women she couldnt quite tell.

What should she do?

It didn't take long to decide, Liv had never been a person afraid to show herself, the smirk that grew on her pleasant face was just one of many in her boisterous plans.

Standing up she willingly walked into the open carrying a bazooka that was taller and about three times heavier than herself, it was odd to witness such a small person managed to lift such a heavy object but that was just something Liv had no problem with. Lifting the bazooka up onto her shoulder pointing at the group she hollered over to them at her safe distance near the building's entrance doors.

"Oi cutie over there, you two girls" her smirk grew cheeky as she adressed the group calling the guy 'cutie' as was her flare "Fancy telling me what your up too, or maybe you would prefere your faces burned" she gave them a hard glare but her expression was full of mock joy threatening them with her bazooka as her heart thumped wildly, Liv enjoyed a good fight more than anything, it gave her a chance to show off her explosions.

"I dont take too kindly to lies, so name your place here quickly or I'll shoot anyway" she raised an eyebrow taking in what she could her mind racing as she picked up all of the details around her. The bodies were mainly fatalities from gunshots, the others something rabid. She had to be careful and get her head around what was going on soon.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Shin Takeda Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Francisca La'Rouge Character Portrait: Gennah Kazuki Character Portrait: Koichi Itayashi Character Portrait: Olivia Faunal
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Roady frowned as he heard a familiar voice ruining his drinking break. "Roady do you think you could've been any more noticeable?" He heard Aristata ask before taking in the air. Roady didn't think this was strange, as it was a natural habit of people who possessed abilities like his and her's. It didn't occur as often with Roady, as his abilities are more physical than sense related. "Well seeing as my role is to be a distraction, I figured it was my job to get noticed. I didn't think I'd have to take on half of the western side of the building though." He answered. He could then tell that something felt different about the atmosphere she gave off for a few seconds. He looked back to see that hers eyes had turned black and red. She then reached to get some of the blood and began inhaling it. 'How long exactly has she been harboring these abilities? I only started doing crap like that within the 1st 4 months that they started appearing.' He thought to himself, feeling the headache still sturring around. "Roady aren't you gonna hide your kills, I mean the guards? Ya know to stay undetected still..." Aristata asked Roady irritatingly. "Why bother? Its not like more guards aren't going to start coming out anyway. I'd much rather prepare for the 2nd wave. You should do the same." Roady replied holding up his canister for her to see, implying that, that was his way of preparing.

He then heard another familiar voice ring in his ears, asking if he was ok. He was already aware of her presence before she did however. "Yeah. Just a couple of scratches here and there. Nothing to worry about." Roady announced, regretfully standing up to prove it. "Seeing as I can only use Bianca at the moment, and can't utilize my therian powers for a while, I'm not exactly sure how good I'll be in round 2." He stated, reaching down to return Ruster to it's holster, and then to pick up Bianca. "I'll be on the sidelines if you need me." Roady said, looking at his leader Margrethe with an annoyingly laidback expression.

Suddenly a sharp noise pierced Roady's ears. He had to hold them in pain. Being a hunter, his senses were still slightly better than the average human's, although not as much as most. "Damn. Who knew E.P.I.C. had such a monster in their control. Ugly bastard..." Roady commented looking up at Ⓧ's horrific transformation. He was still holding his ears, with the canister and Bianca still in his hands.

"Oi cutie over there, you two girls. Fancy telling me what your up too, or maybe you would prefere your faces burned? I dont take too kindly to lies, so name your place here quickly or I'll shoot anyway." Roady heard the voice of another girl, not so familiar this time. He automatically aimed Bianca in her direction, almost pulling the trigger right away. He stopped himself in time to remember what would happen if he fired Bianca without properly preparing himself. It seemed to be a girl from the school. Strangly enough she was wielding a bazooka over her shoulder with ease. 'Theres no way she should be able to wield a bazooka that size unless she's one of those...' Roady thought to himself. Roady's reply to her introduction was the same as you'd expect. "Who said you could call me cutie, gorilla girl. What jungle were you born in? I don't have to answer to someone who only speaks ape." He replied refering to her crazy strength, with the same nonchalant expression. Roady was always good at remaining calm in a situation, no matter how serious it is. Even if there was an oversized bazooka pointed at him, so what?

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Lance figured Izumi would know, since she spent her time around the armory levels. He thought that Koichi might as well. Lance looked back to Gennah to ask if she knew where Koichi spent most of his time, before Izumi elbowed him. "Found him!" He turned to find her turning toward someone, to reveal Koichi, who was asking if anyone needed him for something. "Ah, Koichi! How long have you been standing there? Did you hear me explain our plan to Gennah, or do you need me to say it again? Either way, it'd save more time to at least give you the basic gist of the situation. Fransica and the rest of us are going go mess with the Apocalypse factions who are invading E.P.I.C. at the moment. We need to act fast if we're going to make it before the fun is over, so you should start packing up what you want to bring." Lance said, not waiting for Koichi's answer.

"I've already got what I need." He said, raising his suitcase, and patting it. "Hey Izumi. Do you have everything you need? If so, we should get the car ready. I don't know how to drive, so you'll have to do it." Lance told her. "I guess I should tell Fransica that we've all been briefed on the mission. See you guys outside." Lance said, before running off to Fransica's room once again. He was already breathing a little heavily. He never had much reason to run this much in a while. The last he could remember was when he was running for his life from E.P.I.C. He was one of the first to fully accept Fransica as their new leader, while some of the others might have been a little more resistant. Finally making it to Fransica's room, he knocked this time instead of opening the door. "We're all set Fransica. We're all going to meet outside, and then roll out to the school." Lance stated, before rushing off once more to the meeting point.

(Uuuuuuugh. Sorry for the immense repetition in Lance's posts. Its really hard to think of new crap when I'm just making him run around, explaining the mission, then running off again with each post. And yes. You may modify the badass vehicle the War faction will be cruising around in, Dreamer. xD)

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Forte began hearing faint bullet noises most likely coming from outside. Even with everyone in the auditorium talking, she could easily distinguish them, because of the many encounters shes had with bullets. She became even more cautious as Ⓧ began growing his extensions out even longer, and climbing up the wall like a spider. She had to admit that it was incredibly freaky. Ⓧ exited the building through a door that led outside. Forte haden't noticed it until now. Ⓧ continued to crawl up the wall, until he reached the highest point in the school, which was ironically at the top of the glass dome which housed the auditorium roof. Almost all of the students in the auditorium were either pointing, freaking out, or staring in wonder at him at this time. Those who hadn't been aware of his presence before, sure were now.

Forte could barely make out that Ⓧ had formed a mouth on his empty face. It didn't appear anywhere close to a human mouth. This was confirmed when Ⓧ let out a monsterious wail that vibrated the entire building. "What in hell is he doing?!" She said aloud, while comprehending if this was the same, polite creature she had been talking to only a minute ago. Forte then remembered the gunshot sounds she made out earlier. 'Could he be reacting to those?' Forte thought.

She then, let go of Shin's arm and once again reached into her bag for her expandable chakrams. What she pulled out were a pair of small, metal spheres, that had a trigger-like handle in between the circular outline, with space in between for an average-sized hand to fit through. She pulled the trigger for both of the chakrams once, to make them expand, and once again to make the blades jut out. "Hey Ali. I need you to follow me, ok?" Forte asked, completely forgetting the possibility that Ali might be blind. Shen turned to Shin. "You can come too if you want." She told him, not truly caring if Shin came along or not. Forte then began rushing towards the door that Ⓧ had left through.

Once outside, she looked around noticing a group of four people, 3 female, 1 male. Around them was a mass of blood and corpses. The females for the most part seemed mostly untouched by it, while the male was practically soaked. Forte decided to keep her distance for now. One of the females didn't seem to fit in with the rest, as she was holding a weapon towards them. Forte decided to wait, and see what happens before she acts. At the same time, she kept a warry eye on Ⓧ, not knowing what he could do next.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Francisca La'Rouge Character Portrait: Olivia Faunal
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"Well seeing as my role is to be a distraction, I figured it was my job to get noticed. I didn't think I'd have to take on half of the western side of the building though. Why bother? Its not like more guards aren't going to start coming out anyway. I'd much rather prepare for the 2nd wave. You should do the same." Roady stated. 'Damn he must know what he is doing then huh. How wonderful. Now if only he'd stop drinking on the job then we can get somewhere perhaps, and maybe he could rise to be one of the best fighters as well.' Aristata thought to herself as a smirk ran across her face.

Aristata suddenly heard the worst possible noise she could have ever heard in her life. She screamed in pain clutching and scratching at her ears to try and get the noise to stop. It was like hundreds and hundreds of people screaming in pain were all squished inside her head. The noise was so painful to her sensitive ears that her knees became weak and she started to slip to the ground. She held onto Margrethe's shoulder with one hand and the other clawing at her right ear. "What in the bloody hell is that noise!?" She yelled as it slowly started to stop. Her eyes were black and filled with anger. The Red Hot coursed through her veins she suddenly heard a strange unfamiliar girl speak. "Oi cutie over there, you two girls. Fancy telling me what your up too, or maybe you would prefere your faces burned. I dont take too kindly to lies, so name your place here quickly or I'll shoot anyway" She let out a low loud growl that would be strange coming from a girl who looked so innocent and sweet, but it was something normal for her and probably Roady also. Aristata took out an arrow from her sheath in the blink of an eye and aimed it straight at the girl, holding the bazookas, head. "My name is Ari. State your own name and business girl." Aristata announced in a deadly growl of a tone. Her eyes were still dark black with rage from the noise that hurt her eardrums and she was also having an adrenaline rush like no other. Soon more students were emerging from the school and she knew that people might die very soon and that herself, Margrethe, and Roady were to soon be outnumbered in their side of the facility. Aristata tilted her head to the side pushing her earpiece button and whispering into the mic, but still staring at the girl holding the massive gun with a deadly glare and kept her bow and arrow poised straight at the girls head. "Drake, things are getting a wee bit chaotic over here, you should just find a way into the school quickly before things get too messy."

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Margrethe was not pleased to hear that Roady had wasted all his ammunition taking down the guards. He was never the conservative type, and had wasted everything taking down the enemy. She wanted to sigh in frustration, knowing that had either she or Aristata arrived even minutes earlier, they might have been able to help Roady in the kill. But he wasn't patient enough to wait. No, everything had to be done in his fashion. What made the situation even worse was he had already fired Bianca once, and his therian powers weren't going to come in use for quite a while yet. No matter how she looked at it, it wasn't a good situation. Above her, the piercing scream had died away, but it had still left a painful ringing in her ears. Yet as this noise faded away, another one greeted them.

"Oi cutie over there, you two girls. Fancy telling me what your up too, or maybe you would prefere your faces burned."

The Famine faction leader turned slightly to locate the origin of this new voice. There was a girl standing a few yards in front of them. Margrethe noticed two things right off the bat. First, the girl was rather small. Not tiny, but certainly on the shorter end of the spectrum. And she was positively dwarfed by the weapon that she was carrying. The bazooka was at least twice as thick and three times as tall as its wielder. It was gargantuan. Margrethe had a hard time believing anyone, especially a tiny girl, could handle a weapon of such massive size. However, she knew better than to underestimate. The only logical way of approach here was to be cautious.

Before she could voice any of her opinions to either Roady or Aristata, both had already drawn their weapons out. Roady actually seemed ready to fire Bianca again, and Aristata had pulled out her bow and arrow and was aiming purposefully at the new girl. Margrethe suppressed yet another sigh and knocked her arm into Roady's, unbalancing the gun in his grip.

"Both of you, stop acting on the spur of the moment and think. We can't afford to have yet another bloody massacre. Especially not you Roady. Do you honestly think that firing Bianca this soon will get you anywhere?"

She eyed them both severely before getting up from the ground and straightening to her full height. The girl was still staring at them with the bazooka, though it appeared that she wasn't about to fire any time soon. Margrethe took a few casual steps towards the girl, her hair fanning out with each step. Her eyes were narrowed and the smokey blue makeup surrounding them didn't seem to make her look any kinder. In a quiet but commanding voice, she muttered,

"Darling, I don't take kindly to others ordering me around. Nor do I appreciate having a bazooka aimed at my face. Why don't you put it down for now and I'll explain a few things to you."

Margrethe wasn't about to reveal anything important, but she also wasn't about to let Aristata and Roady get a bazooka blast to the face as a result of their rash actions. Another noise suddenly greeted her, and out of the corner of the building she spotted yet another girl watching apprehensively. This girl didn't seem too sure of what was going on, but it was clear that she could also be a threat if she decided to take action.

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Olivia Faunal


The sun began to dip at the center of the sky, Olivia's shadow moving appropriately as she held her bazooka steady and firm within the enemy's direction. She could feel her right hand sweat slighty as it gripped underneath the bazooka holding it up, however it also had hidden the small metal remote that she had been remising over a short time before, if anything got bad she knew she would have to activiate her armour by slotting the remote onto her bracelt, it was always something she preferred to avoid as it only had so many uses.

As she stood carefully observing the group she aimed at, a sudden and terrifying screeching echoed in a series of vibrations bouncing in all directions shattering what little Olivia could hear anyway. "What on earth!" she exclaimed shocked moving to rest the bazooka on her shoulder balancing it with her right hand keeping the remote hidden as she rubbed her ears with her left. "Well, that was odd" she mumbled to herself not moving he gaze from the enemy. She wanted to see what the source was but that luxory could get her killed if she didnt pay attention. Luckily the scientists that had worked for her father had decided to surgically implant a hearing device inside her ears, it worked the same as protection headphones which needed to be worn around explosions inorder to avoid the dreadful ringing after effect, it automatically activated when a loud noise appeared so she probably wasnt as irritated by the odd screeching as others would be.

The moment she had spoken to the group before her they instantly moved into action, each had something to say two of them raising their weapons at her which made her clutch her remote tighter in response. She had to play this calmly, figure out what was going on.

Once the final woman had had her say Olivia raised her eyebrow with a mocking grin, "Firstly, sweet cheeks" she addressed the guy looking at him with a playful smirk, she loved to tease her enemy "thanks for the compliment I do try my best" A gorilla was a strong animal why would it be bad thing she pondered "but honestly, I would rather be a gorilla right now than the drowned rabbit you appear to be" she used rabbit as a reference of calling him weak, rabbits were pathetically weak animals so if he was comparing what he saw why shouldnt she? He was drenched in blood for christs sake, not the best look to go about with. "So I think I can call you what I want, expecially with this" she indicated her bazooka pointing in his direction with a cheeky wink for fun possibly to irritate him despite the gun now aimed at her. "so take a chill cutie."

"Now secondly" she turned her attention to the girl directing a bow and arrow at her who addressed herself as 'Ari'. The girls eyes were a crackling red which troubled Olivia, she had a slight tinge of red to her natural eyes herself but that was a brownish red, this girls eyes were like blood. It was strange, un-natural and creepy and it plagued Olivia's mind as to why they were like that. There was something about this enemy, all of them, she had to keep her wits about her. "I believe I asked you a question first 'Ari'" she elaborated on the girls name "its rude to not answer now don't you think? But I suppose giving my name would be noble of me no?" she was a little patronising. "So if you must know, its Olivia, but I do prefer being called Liv" she spoke with such calm body language considering the situation it was strange.

"And Finally" she turned her attention to the final woman who had spoken, she was much more rational than the others considering that she wasn't pointing a weapon at her. The way she spoke also suggested she was used to bossing people around, which therefore could only indicate she was the groups current team leader. She should probably be more focused with this woman. "Honey, I'll put down my bazooka when I dont have such a stupid primitive weapon along side a gun aimed at my face" a bow and arrow seriously, that was pathetic no triggers or explosions would come from that, a gun at least has gunpowder, Olivia wasn't stupid enough to not see it as a threat though. That girl looked unpredictable with those eyes of hers. "not that it matters, if you even attempt to shoot I'll release this baby in a second and I doubt there would be much left of you guys. Besides, there is no way in hell im getting rid of my defense here, can you not see the bodies littering this courtyard? Honestly do you think I'm a retard? I wouldn't consider my question ordering you around either, I consider it an ultimatum. So fancy telling me why my new school's security are dead because this is turning out to be one interesting first day" she pulled a hatch on the bazooka setting into preperation for launch.

These guys weren't students, she was pretty certain.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Olivia Faunal
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Ⓧ moved away and, if Ali was detecting him right, climed up a wall. Something seemed different about him as well, something more to him, but Ali couldn't tell much more than that without elevating her senses more. The buzz in the auditorium increased as many of the students noticed him climbing and saw him on the roof. Suddenly, he let out a terrible screech and Ali covered her ears with her hands. With her senses hightened as they were, it was terribly painful. She tried to lower them, but it was mostly too late and he had stopped screeching. Her eyes were focused on the roof where Ⓧ stood.

She heard what Forte said, but made no reply. When Forte started digging around in her bag, Ali's attention went to her. She took something out, but Ali had no guess as to what it was. Just then, Ace came exitedly bounding through the crowd and jumped into Ali's arms. The object in Forte's hand made a metalic sound as it slid open and Ali guessed it was some sort of weapon.

Reluctantly, Ali again increased her senses, her ears still slightly ringing as Forte asked her to follow. She lowered Ace to the ground and began jogging after the girl while digging in her bag. She quickly found the long knife in its special belt in the bottom of her back and snapped the belt around her with a click. She bumped into a couple of people who were still gawking at Ⓧ, but paid them little attention. She could barey keep track of Forte in the crowd by her scent and the sound of her feet on the floor.

The whole time, Ace was following closely and telling her about what he had seen, the people, two female and one male, surrounded by the bodies of the guards. He also thought there were more, but he had hurried back before checking when "that thing yowled," as he said. They quickly reached the door and went through, just catching it as it closed and coming to a stop just behind Forte. Ali could sense what was happening and it was just as Ace had said, except now there was another female with a giant weapon, of explosive propperties by the smell, maybe a bazooka, that was pointed at the other three who were indeed surrounded by bodies and blood.

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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Gennah Kazuki Character Portrait: Catherine Kelat Character Portrait: Olivia Faunal
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Roady could tell that Aristata was just as cautious of the new girl as he was. She had also pulled out a weapon as soon as she arrived. Except, instead of making an attempt to insult her, she seemed to take her more seriously, asking for her purpose for being here in response. Aristata then began calling on Drake for backup. Roady shook his head. "I wouldn't count on your boss right now, girly. Hes already heading inside the school with Skye. If we're getting backup, it'll be from our little friends we left on the hill." Roady told her, unintentionally giving away the location of the other faction members.

As he said this, Margrethe had knocked Bianca out of Roady's hand. "Hey Boss. What was that for?" Roady asked her, a little pieved that she had disarmed him.
"Both of you, stop acting on the spur of the moment and think. We can't afford to have yet another bloody massacre. Especially not you Roady. Do you honestly think that firing Bianca this soon will get you anywhere?" She announced. Roady picked Bianca up, growling a little in irritation. "Calm down Boss. Its not like I was gonna shoot. Its called intimidation Boss. Intimidation." He replied, repeating "intimidation" for emphasis. He made sure to avert his eyes while saying this, as he could tell Margrethe was most likely giving him and Aristata a death glare. He looked back at her as she began to walk towards the gorilla girl. 'Oho. We getting a catfight?' Roady thought, as Margrethe stepped up to the girl rather intimidatingly. "Darling, I don't take kindly to others ordering me around. Nor do I appreciate having a bazooka aimed at my face. Why don't you put it down for now and I'll explain a few things to you." Margrethe demanded. Roady was a little interested in how this might play out. He could already make out several lifeforms appearing from the building, including the loud, screechy thing from earlier. But he knew if they were only going up against this single girl, the three of them should make it out ok. Although she seemed fairly old, he knew that age isn't necissarily involved with seniority in this school. Seeing as she couldn't tell who they were, Roady figured she was a first year. Most likely less experienced than the two students he had just killed. But you never know.

Roady then noticed that the girl had begun speaking to him once again. "Firstly, sweet cheeks. Thanks for the compliment. I do try my best. But honestly, I would rather be a gorilla right now than the drowned rabbit you appear to be. So I think I can call you what I want, expecially with this. So take a chill, cutie." This really got to Roady. "Hey Boss. Can I kill this damn gorilla girl already? Shes making my headache worse." Roady asked, just about ready to blow this girl's head off, before she continued, this time addressing Aristata, and then Margrethe. He didn't really care how he spoke to her or Margrethe, but he definately wasn't going to put up with her mocking him.

"So fancy telling me why my new school's security are dead because this is turning out to be one interesting first day." The girl asked, pulling on a latch to prepare her bazooka. 'Shit. Things won't go well if she fires that.' Roady thought. He quickly got up and rushed foward, making the most use of his speed. Once he reached the girl, he stuck Bianca against the bottom of her chin, while holding the arm she was holding the bazooka in to the side. "Lets not get too hasty, gorilla girl. You wanna know why all these guys are dead, right? Well the answer is... I killed them." Roady paused for a little dramatic effect. He was now face-to-face with Olivia, attempting once again to intimidate her. "I think you know, with the three of us going up against just you, its pretty obvious who'll win." He threatened.

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Lance rushed over to the meeting spot, and saw that Izumi had already started the car. Not only that, but Gennah had beaten him here. "O-ho no! I call shot gun, Gennah!" He yelled out childishly, before running up to the vehicle and opening the door. He quickly pulled himself in, and plopped himself down onto the passenger seat. "Yeah! Roadtrip!" Lance yelled out, even though the drive would at most take about 20 minutes. With Izumi driving, they might make it in 8.

"Even if I'm only infiltrating as a student, I still have to keep myself pumped." Lance announced, pulling out his I-pod and rolling out the earbuds. "These damn things always find a way to get tangled up." Lance complained, getting frusterated with the complicated knot the earbuds had developed while inside his pocket. Once the battle of Knotsburg was over, Lance put one of the earbuds in his right ear, while leaving the left one open in case someone was talking to him. He then flipped through several songs he'd already heard a million times, until he reached a particular one. "Dirty Minds" by Here come the mummies. 'Hehehe. This song always gets me really excited. I can't wait to torture you, Catherine.' Lance thought to himself, subconsiously smirking devilishly.