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Lotton Cromwell

"Lost it? I don't think I ever had it."

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a character in “Soulchess: Revival”, as played by Shiki29

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Name - Lotton Cromwell
Title - The Vanishing Scientist
Faction - Neutral.
Role - Neutral
Race -Human
Gender - Male
Appearance - Lotton is a skinny human male, who stands at 6'0", and weighs 130 lbs. His posture is average, his hair black, and skin pale, due to a lack of time outdoors. Lotton wears a black coat, vest, tie, pants, and fedora over a white button-up shirt. His face is thin, and his eyes mainly closed, but when opened, they are a bright-amber colour. When wandering around Gardenia, he wears a simple Kimono-like outfit, and he appears much more disheveled and messy, most noticeably in his hair.
Personality -Lotton is much like a mad scientist, with a will to experiment and learn, along with the genius and insanity that mad scientists typically have. He has a liking for the theatrical, and artistic, and is not above going through with some of the worst parts of what he does, which he may enjoy. However, he does not enjoy letting it be known that he relishes in terrible activities, and he prefers to enjoy more theatrical things, like magic tricks and learning, more than he enjoys doing evil. He has a clear distinction in his head between right and wrong, and while he enjoys doing the morally wrong things, he does not have a need for it. When interacting with others, he is slightly polite, and tries to be frank, but enjoys to joke around. Some of his jokes may be seen as harsh. Around somebody he dislikes, he would make harsher jokes and speak more sarcastically, in a more insulting method and tone of words. Around someone he likes, he would try to make them laugh and smile, using magic tricks, or other forms of entertainment. Despite his child-like demeanor, he has a hidden seriousness. He can't be blind to most of reality, even though he is psychotic. He is only blind to some of it. Lotton's intelligence is extremely high, enough to match wits with creatures of races that are more intelligent than humans in general. Lotton, despite his social ineptness and his bizarre mind, is capable of forming healthy relationships. Should Lotton become close with someone, he would likely have no idea how to really act around them, besides to try and keep them happy and safe. His wishes to keep someone close to him happy and safe even seem to be enough to overpower his standard behavior, causing him to act uncharacteristically friendly and, sometimes, sane.

Weapon(s) - Besides using whatever devices he stores or carries with him, the standard weapon he uses is a simple black handgun that he is not very proficient in using. However, his Talos apparatus enables him to produce ammunition for it. However, it can only hold 12 rounds, is not of a very high-caliber. Frankly, he would rather not use it.

Fighting Style- Lotton has a very chaotic fighting style that can be called unpredictable. His psychosis makes it hard to discern his motives during a fight, and his fighting style and abilities are based on trickery and attacking from odd angles. As a genius scientist, he is generally aware of his surroundings and is prone to be on extremely high-alert when fighting, but not beyond human levels. Despite the chaos in his fighting style, a skilled person can perceive that he is following strategies, if they cannot perceive which ones immediately. Being human makes close-range combat difficult for him, but his abilities are designed to make it as easy as possible for him, although that is not saying much. Having a massive knowledge about science and magic enables him to use minuscule amounts of magic to find alternate solutions to problems, rather than doing it the way that requires more effort. This is partly why he relies on trickery. Most of his abilities rely on trickery, and that is to be conservative with magical energy. His capacity to contain magical energy is larger than a normal human, but not infinite. It recovers after a few hours of rest, but his body may require longer. His magical energy can be used to heal himself, but only over a period of several hours and expending magical energy constantly. In terms of range, he is very versatile, but his specialties are medium-to-long ranged fighting, with close range combat being a risky, but efficient method.


--Abilities--
Role Abilities)
Sense presence- Can feel the spiritual presences of the other "pieces".
Lesser Augmentation to power โ€“ Due to being alone and without a faction, they have been granted a slight power boost. Remember power doesn't always mean your strength and speed, this could be an augmentation to an ability or so.

1) Portals: The ability to produce portals. They are always summoned in pairs of one exit, and one entryway, but the entryways and exits can be changed with each other while one portal is active and another is not. If something is in a portal when it closes or has it's destination change, then the thing in the portal is with a tremendous amount of force. Magic or sufficiently strong materials can prevent the portal from closing on them, but, unless the object is pushed back, the portal can restrain them. Each portal can be produced on any surface, or even air, and can move, but their max speed is only about 75 miles per hour. Things that travel through the portal require magical energy to move, as does moving the portal itself, causing exhaustion if moved for too long. Magic can affect the portals better than physical forces can. To create a portals, Lotton has to be aware of the area to use it. To use it with more precision, he should have a constant surveillance of the area. Otherwise, he cannot do more than warp to the area after a period of concentration. The amount of portals that can be created are high-in number, but the higher surface area all the portals have in total, the higher the magic cost. The largest portal that can be made is one that is perfectly round, and is only slightly taller than Lotton. Lotton cannot utilize portals rapidly, with larger portals taking a longer time to use again. However, smaller portals can be used in a moderately more rapid fashion. The rate of usage is still low.

2) Talos Apparatus: A pair of seamless black gloves that allow for the manipulation of matter. Lotton always wears them, but due to their properties, they are able to be worn extremely comfortably, and be extremely thin, yet not lack durability. They affect the matter they touch in the way Lotton imagines, limited by how much power the gloves possess at a time. The power is replenished passively from ambient energies inaccessible to magic, unless used by someone who is aware of the engineering behind the work of the Talos Apparatus. Matter that is directly touched by the device may be altered by having kinetic energy input into it. Chemicals can be changed into other chemicals, substances can be cut, compressed to a degree, frozen, heated, or other atomic effects. Solids are the easiest to alter and change, liquids are the second hardest, and gases are the hardest. Solids that are altered are affected in an expanding radius form the area the gloves touch. Liquids can be manipulated to have temporary shape, but this only works on small bodies of water, like puddles. Gasses can barely be moved toward and pushed away form the gloves. Friction can be altered to allow the gloves to block blades, move things beyond the limited strength of Lotton, and move into hazardous areas, although they only cover the hands. Objects that are moved with the strength of the gloves still have an effect on Lotton's body, but to a lesser effect. Forces that are too strong can overpower the gloves and cause much more strain on Lotton's body. The glove's effects are increased, based on how much energy they expend at a time. Expending all their energy only makes them extremely durable gloves. Their are specialized version of this device on Lotton's feet to manipulate friction in a way that allows movement to be easier, allowing him to move on solid objects more easily. This version also expends magical energy.

3) House of Cards: A suitcase that distorts space within it to contain more than it's size allows. The suitcase contains many of the experiments and magical weapons of Lotton, Nearly all of them made as stage props for a magician. The suitcase is required to launch each of these props effectively. Within the suitcase is completely dark and black, rendering viewing what is inside of it nearly impossible. The devices that exit the suitcase are designed to be traps and played for defense, or cutting off a route of access, as using it for offense would be cumbersome. This suitcase contains the devices from Lotton's lab, and he also has the side-effect of being able to store items he finds throughout the world in a pocket dimension that is accessible to Lotton only if the opponent does not see where the object comes from, such as drawing it from behind his back when nobody is watching his back.

4) Psychosis: Mental attacks on Lotton tend to harm or confuse the attacker, unless the attacker has a resilient mind. This effect only occurs when Lotton's mind has the energy to be chaotic, and is, therefore, in good condition.



History- Lotton was born abnormal, and grew up with an odd sense of the world around him. when he was young, the members of his family tended to dislike him because he did not share the mannerisms associated with normal children. At a young age, he was discovered to have been a genius of a very high IQ. After the test was taken, he was removed from his school and put into an education designed for geniuses. Even then, he flourished well, and passed the education faster than any other pupil.

An incident occurred in his schooling where he killed another pupil in frustration after he was caught murdering another student and playing with his innards. The behavior was not compatible with modern society, and he was sent away to a mental institution. Being a genius, solving logical problems was allowed to him in order to carry on his education, in an effort to see what effect he would have on society. Indeed, the learning did satisfy him, until the psychologists found the core of the issue.

The main issue was simply that he did not know how to interact with others in the extreme. The pupil he murdered as a young student was out of a desire to see how the student would react, as he could find little-to-no notes on how people would act when faced with death, especially children, and he was curious enough to find out. He was assigned to be sent to an academy for the mentally unstable. As time wore on, he seemed to be better. Being allowed to be released, he managed to keep his demeanor and psychotic tendencies away to put his brilliant mind to work.

He found work as a scientist, learning at an exceptional rate. His main talents were behind a desk as he wrote and theorized, and observed, enabling an easy life of high-pay, low effort work. As time went on, his experiments became less thought based, and more of a horror-show of sorts, all in the name of science. Almost completely in the name of science. Over time, he became popular among the scientific community. Upon meeting the members of a lab dedicated to studying magic, he took to the study himself, as it fascinated him. He self-taught himself how to use magic so that he might use it, if he needed to. His theories in the magic lab helped them greatly in their research. However, eventually, problems began to arise.

When he went to the magic lab, he met a fellow researcher who he found interesting. His actions began with wishing for more time to interact with her, but eventually became more obsessive and self-destructive. Wishing to be near her caused his psychosis to act up. His remedy for his problems became to be closer to her. Their interests did not coincide, nor did their careers. After arranging an apartment transfer for himself, to research at the magic lab. Research went quickly, but all he wished for was to spend time with her. Eventually, after an awkward start, they became fast friends and decided to carry on learning. The entire ordeal was amazing, but spending time with her distracted him even more from his research, and made his psychosis more apparent. Eventually, she began to notice it too.

Within several weeks, the relationship went badly. She did not know how his experiments were before entering the magic lab, but his superiors recognized how slow his work was getting, and hers, and had plans to separate her from him, in an effort to persuade lotton to carry on. After revealing his record to them, and the horror of the experiments he performed, she did not mind and, realizing how terrible the experiments were, refused to let it affect her image of him. He had moved on very quickly from things that would render the consciences of normal people in tatters, so they arranged for her execution. She was assassinated later on, but he did not recover from this. His mental state entered tatters, and eventually was completely destroyed. His experiments became more and more chaotic, until he was forcibly removed from any position of influence. Crushed from the inside and out, and traveled around, carrying what research notes and items he could. The objects were prepared in time, and were designed to help him become a stage-magician, simply because he did not know what else he liked to do. From there, he became a wandering murderer at night, magician during the day.

Traveling around, he had made many great shows, but was captured when he made an entire audience, "disappear." The ordeal led to his capture by armed forces, and his own execution. His last prank for the execution was to detonate a bomb he implanted in his own body, made of entirely organic materials, to kill many people, without being alive to take responsibility for his crimes.

When he awoke in Gardenia, all he knew was his duty as a Neutral, and that he felt massive guilt that he almost could not stave off. After he calmed down, he decided to simply live. He could feel the pangs of psychosis, but he did not feel the need to follow them. He retained his technical information, and the horrible experiments he performed to obtain it, and that he would try to never cause any more misery to happen again, so that he would never feel any guiltier. Or rather, he would try to not do anything he would truly feel guilty about, while keeping his questionable interests under control.



Theme Song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uExjqpn5FH8.

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Lotton Cromwell's Story

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LOTTON CROMWELL

GARDENIA


Lotton was falling fast from the sky. The rushing air and pelting raindrops annoyed him. He must have been falling directly vertically, and face-first. He wanted to fall with the raindrops, not have some splash in his face. Looking around, he could see other breaks in the raindrops, falling to the ground. They were scattered, but he felt like he knew of their purpose. Chess pieces, who were to fight a war. Thankfully, not many were, leading him to wonder where he was, and how long he had been falling, along with why he was not dead of re-pressurization. He must not be thinking lucidly. It felt like he woke up from a 5 minute nap he desperately needed. He adjusted his fall to minimize the force of the landing, before focusing to activate his Talos Apparatus. The gloves and shoes manipulated the air around them. It was too inefficient and difficult to manipulate these free-flying particles, especially when he was moving so fast. Instead, he just repelled them, slowly, but gradually, so as to slow his fall. Before landing on the ground, he adjusted the device to make sure that he landed somewhat gently. It worked, as he hit the ground, landing on all fours with barely a sound. He needed rest, though. He was probably in shock, but he did not feel it very much, except in the fatigue he felt now. He wandered through an alleyway for somewhere to sleep. Maybe he could find an inn, or something of the like in order to help him rest. Not that he had money with him, at the moment, but maybe someone would be nice enough to help him. He didn't expect it though. He could already feel what had shocked him so emotionally. It was the guilt. Why would anybody wish to help him? He could not deal with his feelings right now, so he fell into a pile of card-board and slept.
***

Lotton awoke calmly, and peacefully, about five minutes later. His eyes felt the rain-drops and moisture in the air as he looked upwards at the city he had woken up in. He had woken up in an alleyway. Everything seemed fine, as everything was frozen to him. All was still, but the rain, and as he exited his tiny lane of isolation, he entered the city. It was huge, as far as he could tell. There weren't any people that he could see, but he preferred it that way. The city itself was buzzing with electronic life which shimmered in the rain. The effect was beautiful, to say the least. Lotton looked around, and cautiously walked down the street, on a side-walk. From what he knew, he did not have memories, although he retained a massive technical knowledge of topics he knew were ludicrous for any one human to know. most people specialized, but Lotton did not. It was not hard to know why, though. Already, he was used to the speed of his mind, and he would allow that to continue being his greatest tool...Suddenly he hated his knowledge. He knew what he had done in his quest for knowledge, and dared not think about it more, lest he come to try it again. The only thing he really felt, besides wonder, was now guilt. The guilt of taking so many lives, and of turning the rest into abominations against life. He told himself that it was for the matter of learning. He couldn't accept that it was for fun as well. Not yet.

Lotton checked his person, and remembered, his equipment he brought with him. "Uh oh," He thought as he raced back to the alleyway. He had a suitcase with him, and he was pretty sure he was laying his head on it. Lotton heard a man screaming before the scream was cut abruptly. He ran using the Talos Apparatus on his shoes. His speed accelerated enough to make it to the alleyway in a 15 of the time it took to walk away to where he was. Upon making it to the alleyway, he deactivated the device, and entered. The suitcase was there, thankfully, but Lotton knew better about what was in it. After checking the locks, he saw that they were broken. Obviously, someone tried to to rob his suitcase, and the suitcase probably activated and did something. Scanning the area, he could see no signs of destruction. He inhaled, but there was no scent of blood, like he expected. Instead, he opened the suitcase, and out came the man from the impossibly small case. It was a hobo, a stereotypical one that even had a beard and heavy jacket, and everything. The hobo sprinted surprisingly quickly away, screaming, leaving Lotton to think, "Well, I guess he shouldn't have tried to steal what he couldn't see. I wonder what he thought of what he saw in there? I should ask him where I came from, maybe he knows...Nah. It didn't matter."

Lotton held his glove over the suitcase's lock, as Talos activated. After a little ionization, controlled repulsion, and heating, the lock was fixed. He even took a loose brick, and converted it's mass to repair the pieces of the lock that had broken off and fell to the floor. Admittedly, it would have been easier to use those pieces, but it didn't matter. Mass was mass. He picked up the pieces of the lock and stored them in his pocket, for later use. Mass was mass, after all. Maybe he could use their subatomic particles to make a laser-light show. That would have been fun. He could even make a guitar too, and play it. not that he knew how to play guitar, but he was sure he could learn...Lotton snapped back to reality. He knew he had a job. The war of chess pieces. He knew that there were 2 opposing sides, and one of each chess piece on each side. And that they would fight hard to see who would win. Lotton raced down a street, and stopped in a plaza, looking to the opposite sides of the city. There were castles, one black, one white, facing each other as if they were trying to win the war by staring at each other. As far as he knew, his role was currently neutral, and that the members of the war could come to him for help. Or kill him. That would be bad, but he felt he could probably avoid them well enough, if need be. But that was for another time and place.

Lotton was alerted by a scream that actually sounded pretty nearby, and it did not sound like the hobo his suitcase ate. He could not really sense any pieces nearby, so he decided to relax for now. In fact, the scream was cut off, but to Lotton, the only thing this could remind him of was music to his ears. It felt good, for that moment, to listen to listen to agony. He could tell the man made a single word, but he couldn't make out the word. It sounded familiar, though. Lotton decided not to investigate. it shouldn't have been that problematic. If it was a piece, then he doubted they would kill him. He was neutral, after all. It would be foolish to destroy a potential ally without making him an ally first. Then he heard several loud crashes coming from another direction, and a screeching, grating sound in another. They were far away, and he could barely hear them, but he could already tell this city was going to be lively for the time-being. Returning to his duty as a neutral, which was to wait, he decided to enjoy himself. He had no money, but he decided to go somewhere he did not need money to enjoy, and spend time there. Maybe a library. Or he might be whisked into the war while walking there. Or not. He did not know the outcome, and this excited him. He was not this excited for a long time. The excitement was not exactly enough to stave off the guilt he felt, but it should be good enough. Lotton walked along the street, away from the plaza, and found the library. He perked his head up as he began to get closer to the library. He could feel it in his skin. There was a piece in there(Alexander Duodecim). Well, that was crummy. He didn't want to be drawn into the war yet. Instead, he continued walking into the night. A few more minutes of walking, and he would be good and ready for a war.

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Lotton Cromwell

Gardenia

Lotton wandered the streets, remaining on the side-walk. The occasional raindrop that hit his eyes no longer bothered him. By now, he was completely drenched, and dipping water from nearly all of his clothes. Lotton realized that if he did not get out of this weather soon, he would likely get a cold, or hypothermia, if the storm clouds felt especially mean. That would not bode well if he was going to fight well. From the extremely little he could tell, he assumed that several of the people in the war were either not human, or were like him, but still highly dangerous, Whatever the case, a sickness couldn't be helpful in a war, if he was the one who had it. As a result, he ran out of the rain and into a nearby building. He checked to make sure he was out of the range of the other pieces, and then looked at where exactly he had ended up. The building seemed to be a cafe of sorts. "May I please sit there? I'll go after a minute," Lotton asked to the cashier. "Sure thing. Just leave if we get full and a customer who actually bought something asks for a table," the cashier replied. This was reasonable enough. Lotton could not buy anything, as he had no money, so he just thought while he sat at a table for a very brief moment. He felt a piece in a library. That didn't necessarily mean anything, but it was a mundane area for a piece to be in. Since Lotton sensed it, it must not have been a bishop. Since a piece could be sensed by other pieces, the fact that this was a mundane area could mean that the piece was not very able to maneuver around easily to harder-to-reach places. Either that, or at least one of the pieces on that team were not very mobile. But Lotton had no idea when they met, or where they met first. This was pointless. The entire train of thought was now ruined, with nothing left to salvage it. Oh well. Besides, None of the things Lotton thought of were necessarily true anyway. He simply did not know enough about what he was getting into, or who else was getting into it as well. Lotton had a brief excursion to the rest-room, where he dried himself with Talos by placing his hands on his outfit, and forcing the water to stick to his gloves before dumping it in the sink, and left the building.

Since information was key, Lotton decided it would be best to get to a position where he could easily gather intelligence. Maybe he could do something interesting. He checked his surroundings to make sure nobody was watching, and adjusted his position accordingly. Making sure nobody was around, he focused on the library. The portal he was making now didn't have to be too big. Just enough to be seen through, probably. He concentrated slightly, his features no moving as the portal opened. It was circular, and opened directly to the front of the library. It's border was completely black, and it's diameter was enough to stick his head or hand through. Stretching his black-sleeved hand into the portal, he felt the tingling in his skin again. There were more pieces in the library (Alexander Duodecim, Alaysia Dunoir, Connor). Lotton could sense them through the portal. Acknowledging the scene unfolding, he withdrew his hand as the portal shut. Hopefully theydid not sense him. That was something Lotton did not know if they could do. Then his skin went cold, or colder than it was in the rain. Queens had higher sensory powers than the others. He could not tell if there was a queen there, but it was possible. Hopefully nothing bad would happen, but Lotton had to make sure.

The taller structures in the city shimmered in the light-refracting rain. The lights present everywhere in this city were able to easily able to capture Lotton's imagination. He wished he could remember what type of world he used to come from, but, judging on the technology he was aware of, it was probably more advanced than this world. That didn't matter, however. Lotton was alone. If he was attacked, there would be no one to help him. Lotton began to feel more paranoid. But then, he paused. He was really just being paranoid, and nothing more. Earlier, he had even thought that the members of the war would probably going to be diplomatic upon meeting him. That would likely be the case, but he did not know. He couldn't without meeting the others participating in this war. Lotton stopped his train of thought. He needed cover of some sort, and he had a good idea as to what kind of cover he wished for. Preferably somewhere he could gather more intelligence, very easily. looking to the higher points in the city, he squinted his view. The rain made it too difficult to see where he would be teleporting to. A high-place seemed out of the question tonight. Lotton spent a short time thinking about it, before deciding to head to the inn he saw across from the library. Having no way to pay, he looked for a coin on the ground, before finding what he thought looked like an expensive one. Entering an alleyway, he dropped his suitcase on the ground and looked for random metal debris he was sure nobody would miss, and placed on of his black gloves on some of the metals. His other glove was on the coin, and, after examining it closely, transformed the metals into more of the same coin, and stuffed them all into his coat pocket before picking up his suitcase and leaving. Wandering to the inn, he strode inside. He was drenched again. Inside was a simple, non-descriptive, wood inn. It felt comfy. There was even a functioning fire-place. The man at the front desk said, "Hello. would you like a room? It would be 50 dollars for a night." Lotton removed all of the coins, and placed them on a table. "I'm not from around here. Is this sufficient? Also, I did not rob a mint, if you thought so," Lotton mentioned. "I don't think it would have been that bad if you did. Go on ahead. A good-enough forgery can sometimes work instead of the original," the man said as he tossed Lotton his room key. His was room 23. After moving up the stairs, he found the room he rented, and dried himself with his gloves again, and laid down on the bed after entering. Lotton didn't bother to lock the door. He could still sense the 3 pieces in the library across the street from him (Alexander Duodecim, Alaysia Dunoir, Connor), but for now, he did not care. He was not anybody's enemy yet, if he was correct. He fell into a shallow sleep.

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ALAYSIA DUNOIR

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The Homunculus' senses were keen. Consequently, when two subtle happenings occurred, she did not fail to notice them. Firstly, as she approached her King, she caught a glimpse of his hand. Sure enough, an emblem momentarily became visible - a stylized black crown confirming his identity. It seemed her own more unique and symbolic crest was the exception and not the rule, but that hardly mattered, as, the way things were, she couldn't afford to show it. Revealing the emblem now marked upon her upper chest would mean removing her mantle, which would, in turn, mean revealing her identity. Although she had judged by now from the other man's words that he was not a piece of either Plenoran or Seramel, it still wouldn't do to show exactly who she was in front of him. Were he hired by the enemy at a later date, then her identity would be revealed to the enemy, and, at the beginning of a game such as this, concealing herself would be of the utmost advantage. But, on the other hand, simply refusing to give her name would be an improper procedure when she was holding council alongside her king. So, thinking quickly, she took the first, middle, and final letters of her first name to create a quick alias.

"Call me Aya," She said quietly, her voice sounding somehow ethereal as it exited the concealing shadows of her hood. But, at the same time, Alaysia noticed something else. Namely, a small surge of power from closeby, and the momentary presence of an as-of-yet unknown piece. (Lotton.) Although it vanished with scarce a trace a moment later, it was enough to alert the Queen. They were being watched. This place was not safe. But, as of yet, the enemy hadn't made a move. If Seramel was planning to attack this early on, then perhaps it would be best to wait? If this neutral piece was caught up in things, perhaps they'd be able to earn his allegiance more easily. And, it might provide an opportunity to pick off isolated enemies away from their castle. But if only she could warn her king about the danger...

Deciding not to risk her king's safety, she turned back to him, so that the side of her hood would obscure her face from the view of the other piece. Then, raising her head ever-so-slightly, she allowed her mouth to come into view. Then, she mouthed just a few words instead of speaking them aloud, hoping her new master was a skilled enough lip reader to pick up on the message.

"We're being watched."

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Lotton awoke with a start. There was not a cold sweat, nor anything to denote surprise besides his wide-open eyes. They remained fixated on the ceiling fan, while it rotated slowly. It obviously had not seen much repair for a while. Then, Lotton looked around for a tool he could use, and found the best one he could hope for: a piece of string that was long enough to reach the ceiling fan. He grabbed the end of the string with two fingers, and, while lying down on the bed in the same position he had been in when he had awoken, he activated the Talos Apparatus, and sent the charge through the string. A small blue spark danced from the tip of his gloved fingers to the string, making it straight and less flexible. He precisely held it against a spot on the fan, and attached it to the fan with another spark. From here, he could manipulate the fan easily and efficiently. And so he did. Within a matter of about a second, he had sent another spark into the fan, and discovered what pieces were there were using a radar-like function of matter. A simple resonating wave. The rest of the second involved him causing a rusty piece in the fan to become as good as new. The string, having fulfilled it's purpose, fell limpid and detached itself from the fan, falling to it's original location on the night-stand. After checking to make sure his suitcase was still there, he looked towards a clock on the wall of the room. A very short amount of time passed since he had begun dreaming. His dream was not necessarily long, but he didn't enjoy the subjective time-difference, He researched it once, and he eliminated it in a human, before reverting the experiment back to it's previous state. Of the many things Lotton did in the name of science, or in the name of killing boredom, he rarely re-did anything, He was never wrong in his studies. There were only a few times where he did not know almost exactly what was going to happen. He had only altered the man's dreams to see what would happen in the man, whom he did not know what reaction he would have. The reaction was only minor psychological stress changes, but Lotton changed the condition back because the time-difference in dreams was important to him. To the mentality of any human, whether they knew it or not. After all, who wants to be in a dream that lasts as long as they sleep? Only to wake up and deal with a different dream called reality? To someone like Lotton, who cherished science but also cherished violence and other unacceptable things, his dreams were a haven of blood, gore, and travesties. But he found it comforting to be in. The loss of a sense of time only exacerbated his resting, before he entered the waking world again.

This time, his dream was tame, being simply about the city he had just entered. It probably did not last long, but it was a welcome change. He felt like he knew what he would normally dream about, but without his memories, he had nothing but this city, at least for that short nap. The thought irritated him. He wished he knew more about himself. He knew he felt guilty, but at least he wanted to know why he felt so guilty. Then, he stopped himself. He really did not want to know. Not now, anyways.

He rolled off the bed, and landed on his side, on the floor, before getting up and turning to the window. He looked outside of it. It pointed to the library across the street, where the other pieces were. Seeing as how he had not died yet, he felt it safe to assume that he was not considered enough of a threat to be attacked, Or maybe he was considered such a big threat that the pieces would move. He felt there presence for a little while longer, before someone exited the building. It was one of the pieces. A young human male with dark hair, and peculiar clothes (Alexander Duodecim). He looked human, but Lotton knew better than to judge others based on appearance alone. The young man was definitely a piece, though. Lotton watched as he turned and walked down the street. Deciding to do a little reconnaissance, he looked up towards the sky, through the window, and focused, opening a portal of a small size in front of his left eye, and having the exit being facing downwards towards the city, from a high-height. The portal was angled so the rain did not fall into his eye, and he watched the young man heading for what he saw to be a castle. A large, Black castle. This would be an intriguing thing to observe, definitely. Maybe he could have some sort of influence in this world if he allied with a castle. Maybe then, he could conduct more research... A pang of memory shot through him, and he decided that maybe it was better not to. Although, he could barely keep the spark of excitement within him. The excitement of learning all there was about something, and then moving on. But it wasn't necessary. His excitement died down as he watched the rain, and the library. If anyone else came through, he might as well be friendly and wave. Not that the pieces could trust him, with his role, but they could probably find his motivations if they asked him, once he found out what they were, himself. Until then, he would probably refuse to join a side, at least with full devotion. He smiled like a snake, his thin lips curving into a sinister half-circle, his eyes slightly more open than usual, revealing their bright-amber colour. Adjusting his tie and placing his hat on his head, he stared out the window at the library, waiting to observe what pieces might exit, if they left from the front of the library. He pulled his gloves on tighter as well, seeing nothingin being lightly more prepared.

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ALAYSIA DUNOIR

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The Homunculus was already by her commander's side, preparing to leave even before he spoke within her mind. Knowing the dangers of remaining within the library now that they'd been spotted by someone, her first objective was to get her King to safety. Making a mental note of his power to speak within the minds of others, Alaysia nodded in response to his suggestion, and then hastily followed him out the door and into the rain. As the water from the heavens poured down all around them, the Queen spread her senses outward into the night, searching for any nearby presence that might hint at a continued threat. And, sure enough, she found it. A faint, flickering power in the sky above, almost too weak to be sensed unless one was either specifically looking for it or simply incredibly aware of one's surroundings. In any case, this time, Alaysia had a little more time, for the surveillance ability, whatever it was, remained active for longer. And, this time, she could also sense an identical energy distortion at another location. That had to be where the enemy was. Looking up, Alaysia found her eyes caught by a black shape across the street, standing idly at a window and staring down into the empty square. Her keen eyes caught a hint of a smirk on his face before a cascade of water from the roof flowed down over the glass, obscuring him from view. She grimaced. Although her identity was concealed by her cloak, it wouldn't do to have an enemy spotting her commander so soon. But at the same time, he'd done nothing to expose his identity, and if she tried to eliminate the target here, it would draw too much attention to herself. So, it seemed that retreat was the best option. Besides, she couldn't afford to tarry and leave her master to his own devices. And so, after a moment of hesitation, she broke away from watching the window, and rushed after her King. With her speed, it took little more than a few seconds to catch up to him.

"Master," She said quietly, her voice's volume carefully calculated to be audible only to the young man running alongside her. Beyond this, her words were drowned out by the wind and the storm. "The enemy piece is still tracking us. He is using a surveillance ability of some sort that leaves energy distortions at both the viewpoint, and his location. Currently, it seems he is not pursuing. He was, however, posted perfectly to watch the library. I believe he might have been sent to watch you. If so, and he is with Seramel, I would venture to guess that we just encountered the enemy's Bishop." Giving this dutiful report, Alaysia lapsed back into silence. However, Alexander might notice that her words told more than just their exact contents. They told him about her. Her demeanor was calm, and collected, her manner servile and obedient. She addressed him as "Master," and did not seem to see fit to question his authority. And, furthermore, given her remarkable perception, he might now also know enough to venture a guess at what piece she was: his Queen.

In any case, there would be a time for introductions later. Right now, what was important was getting to the castle, and out from under the eye of a potential enemy.

(Leaves to Plenoran Castle.)

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Alexander Duodecim

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He never revealed that he was king to his allies, but he guessed that the way his voice sounded gave off the feeling of royalty. He wondered what his allies would think of him leading them, since he would soon be introduced to them. He decided that it would be best to simply go to the castle, and learn the abilities and personality of his comrades. He would try to not lose his temper, since that could prove fatal. He didn't want to force his allies to betray him, and he understood that some people were different. He knew that not everything he knew was universal, so he couldn't judge anyone without going deep into philosophy. There was no good or evil, since evil could be seen as good by some cultures. He quickly dissipated this train of thought as soon as he remembered that there was another piece with him. He cared nothing for the fact that it was raining, since the rain was a steady and calming noise. He made sure to analyze Alaysia's every movement, so he could figure out what piece she was without having to ask directly. He raised an eyebrow as he saw her look up, but he didn't use his ability to analyze closer. He wouldn't fight if anyone was still following him, unless the person attacked first.

He wasn't stupid enough to fight without knowing the enemy's weaknesses and or strengths. He waited for her to catch up to him, then he continued on his way to the castle. "Master" She seemed to instantly refer to him as a master of hers. Alexander wondered what he did to deserve her loyalty, but he didn't question it too much. "The enemy piece is still tracking us. He is using a surveillance ability of some sort that leaves energy distortions at both the viewpoint, and his location. She just gave him important knowledge. He guessed that this ability of the other piece was tied to another ability, but he didn't have enough information to be sure. He would kill a whole town of innocents, if it meant allowing his faction to win. "Currently, it seems he is not pursuing. He was, however, posted perfectly to watch the library. She said this. Alexander guessed that the piece was part of Seramel, since the piece didn't seem to want to confront him. Alexander also guessed that the piece would probably not attack, unless the piece knew of Alexander's abilities. "I believe he might have been sent to watch you. If so, and he is with Seramel, I would venture to guess that we just encountered the enemy's Bishop." She seemed to deduct this theory, but Alexander wouldn't rely on this unless he had solid proof. "I would agree with you, if I knew the enemy's members and their abilities. We could simply be facing a pawn. I have a couple of theories, however, I have not finished them yet. I'll finish them a second after I reach the castle." He could finish it in a mili-second if he stopped his sense of time, but he wanted to be in his castle. He guessed that she was a Queen, since only a Queen could sense a Bishop. And, she wouldn't think that the other piece was a Bishop, if she couldn't sense a Bishop. He wondered how he had adapted to the game so quickly, and if the other pieces had adapted. He decided to save that thought for later and hurry towards his castle, since he didn't want to keep his allies waiting. He hoped that his allies were not pitiful, since he could not win the game on his own. He stopped abruptly and looked up at the sky, and smiled. He let the water fall on his face and make his clothes heavier than before. He walked towards the castle, and tried to estimate how much blood he would need to convert to gold for him to be rich. He didn't want to die from blood loss, since that would be an unfit death for a king. "What purpose do I have for playing this game?" He asked this to the rain, since it would not answer. He knew that no one could answer that question besides himself, yet he still wished to know. He managed to quickly get near the Plenoran castle, so he could probably be seen by those with good eye sight. He would have fought the piece who was spying on him earlier, if he had enough information to not get surprised by any abilities that could prove pesky. He didn't plan on telling anyone besides the queen of his powers, since he would need to fool his allies to fool his enemies. He instead planned on telling his allies and enemies of powers that he didn't have, but could easily mimic. (Near Plenoran Castle Entrance.)

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Character Portrait: Alaysia Dunoir Character Portrait: Alexander Duodecim Character Portrait: Gregor Wysecrow Character Portrait: Ormir Character Portrait: Eri Soluce Character Portrait: Lotton Cromwell
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Ormir + Ekuro

Plenoran Castle Area


Though Ormir gave off a sense of calm, Ekuro's intense suspicion of the man (Gregor Wysecrow) was making her tense. Slowly the dragon began to relax as his attentions left them, attracted by something much more critical than a unnecessary unease about Ekuro. It seemed their king (Alexander Duodecim) had arrived. From that strong, royal, and seemingly magnetic presence, Ormir knew it could be no one else. Alongside the king was another piece that was most likely the queen (Alaysia Dunoir). No other name would come to mind, so she figured she was correct.

She stood for a moment at the edge of the lake, her face turned toward the gate as she sensed the bishop (Eri Soluce) and the man (Gregor Wysecrow) approach the arriving royalty. She could just barely make out their shadowy figures through the driving rain. She was reluctant to approach them, due to her last interaction, but this did not temper her pleasure at the king's arrival. She wished to greet him and give him an assurance of her loyalty, but she also felt the urge to scout the area to make sure no threatening presence was approaching the castle and its king.

Ekuro, already eager to take to the skies again, opted for the latter and Ormir leapt into the saddle. Without a wasted moment, Ekuro sprinted toward the castle and began scaling it. There were many decorations that served to make the climb easy, and soon they were perched on the highest turret as a solitary flash of lightning boomed in the sky somewhere behind the castle, the first Ormir had seen in several minutes. It seemed that the storm was beginning to lose strength.

Ekuro launched himself off, and they swooped down several feet above the small group at the gates before silently sweeping into the city. There did not seem to be any presences in the immediate area, but Ormir felt someone (Lotton Cromwell) just on the edge of her range, someone who felt neither threatening or friendly. Deciding they were not an issue at the moment, Ormir and Ekuro turned back toward the castle.

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Character Portrait: Connor Character Portrait: Kael Skye Character Portrait: Alaysia Dunoir Character Portrait: Alexander Duodecim Character Portrait: Gregor Wysecrow Character Portrait: Ormir Character Portrait: Eri Soluce Character Portrait: Lotton Cromwell
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Lotton looked through the portal before the male piece(Alexander Duodecim) he was viewing from above seemed to stop, look up, and smile. Lotton's smile grew wider as well. His body began to quiver in anticipation. This war might be really good, especially if that piece could deduce Lotton's location. Maybe it was the king. That made things even more interesting, before Lotton stopped smiling for a moment. He doubted the piece could see his nickel-sized portal while looking straight into the rain. It didn't matter. Lotton already felt happier. Looking at the male and the hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) behind him, along with numerous other figures making their to the black castle, he could only assume these were Plenorans. The hooded figure (Alaysia Dunoir) stooped to a bow before the male figure (Alexander Duodecim), as Lotton re-focused his vision on them. He would rather not move his portal closer, for fear of his own safety, nor would he want to project his voice, for there was no reason to, at the moment. It would be best if he let them know once they were all in the same spot. Lotton turned his attention to the castle they seemed to be approaching, and moved his portal closer. From here he could see the dragon and the woman it seemed to be protecting (Ormir and Ekuro), as well as a man dressed in a somewhat-knightly garb (Gregor Wysecrow). He seemed to be playing with his sword and making the dragon on edge. Usually, Lotton could not care less for most people, how they conducted their business with friends and allies. He doubted he could even share feelings with the other pieces. At least, not yet. He hadn't made a friend of any of them yet. There was also a white-haired youth(Kael Skye) and a girl with a black fedora on (Eri Soluce). Lotton pushed his own hat up, relishing it's feeling. To Lotton, it felt like someone else had a good taste in hats. Lotton couldn't help but to smile fondly.

As the dark haired male(Alexander Duodecim) and the hooded piece(Alaysia Dunoir) made their way to the castle, and introduced themselves, Lotton observed. He could see the greeting seemed to have gone well, although he could not hear anything, to be honest. The rain, and the distance of his portal made it difficult. That was fine, though. He turned the portal 90 degrees to face horizontally from it's downward-facing orientation, as he had the non-descript circle move around the Plenorans, simply watching them from different angles, before the portal decreased in size until it vanished. Lotton took his suitcase and played one of his sleight-of-hand tricks and made it vanish using his House of Cards. It simply swung it behind his back, and let go of it. Once his self stopped registering it's existence, he knew it was located in a safe place he could always retrieve it from. Before causing his portal to vanish, there was something his brain did not register as important at the time, but he decided to look at it anyway. He returned the portal to a bird's-eye-view, and looked down at the library again. There was a figure(Connor) at the top, doing nothing at all. Lotton remembered times when he would sit, motionless for days on end, absorbed in his own thoughts. During those tenures of frozen time, he would always try to think of something meaningful, but would always lapse almost immediately into something practical. Maybe that was why he remembered those times: because they were practical, instead of meaningful. This realization saddened Lotton, slightly. But, it didn't matter. After storing away his suitcase, he did the same with his other supplies, and left the inn, wandering out into the rain after a farewell to the kind bartender. Without even walking very far from the area, he could still sense the piece on the rooftop. It was neither Plenoran or Seramel. It must be another neutral. Lotton had no idea that there was another neutral in this game. Despite the logic being extremely fallible, he decided to theorize that, if he was not the only one, then there may be a 3rd. Welp, another theory for another day. It was not meaningful to him, yet. Besides, a neutral doesn't really have to do anything if they do not want to. But Lotton was too excited to ignore this opportunity.

Maybe he could get something extremely valuable. Maybe he could try and sell some of his things or services for information on the members on each side of this chess game. The results could be interesting. He decided to give it a shot. He heard the thunder, the lightning illuminating everything before the sharp noise rang. He looked up at the sky, and saw a shadow circling around. At one point, it's radius of flight intersected with his radius of sensing. He could feel it was a piece, and judging by the dragon, the Plenoran dragon and woman(Ormir and Ekuro) he saw earlier. She seems to have taken flight, and seems to be patrolling, judging by her flight patterns. Also, judging by her flight patterns, it looked like her patrol route was predictable enough. It did not have to be for what he was about to do. Quickly, Lotton ran into the nearest alleyway he could find and began to find metals. Metals were denser, and therefore, gave him more materials to build with. After musing for a very short moment on how he always seemed to be going to alleyways for supplies, he re-focused on his mission. Quickly grabbing some metal debris, he held his finger on it, as a spark went through his finger and into the metal. It began to form into a metallic bird, with a short-lived, but probably sufficient power source and rudimentary guiding system. It even had a glowing light on it's 2 sides to attract attention from a small distance away. He etched a message into it using his finger, so the message was visible on the outside, in plain English. Maybe they did not understand English, but he didn't really know what else to do. He could try other languages as time went on. He sent the bird on it's way to intercept the patrol route of the Dragon. On the side of the bird was etched the message, "If you want, I can help you with the war, but I might ask for something in return. I'll be in an alleyway somewhere, most likely." Lotton relaxed and smiled to himself. He may change sides later, just for kicks, but for now, he might as well keep himself busy.

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Ormir + Ekuro

Nearing Plenoran Castle to Castle gates- 3:01


Just as Ormir was near enough to sense her fellow Plenoran pieces, a small, metallic whirring reached her ears. Ekuro, not waiting to find out what was causing the noise, immediately swooped low between two buildings to avoid the object, thinking it was a weapon aimed at them. Ormir nearly lost her seat and flung her arms around his neck for a moment to catch her balance before turning to see what had made the noise. She caught sight of a small, glowing light that flashed off the shiny metal. Ekuro slowly banked around, cautiously approaching the object.

Ormir let her eyes to turn to slits, allowing her to see the object clearly. It looked like some kind of odd mechanical bird, and she wondered if it was native to the city or something another piece had sent. She carefully observed its flight pattern, and figured it mush have come from near the area she hand sensed the mysterious piece(Lotton Cromwell). She could not, however, discern whether it was some form of weapon, but if it had come from that piece it was definitely directed at her. The only other thing Ormir could think of that such a bird might do is observe. But, on the other hand, it did not seem to be alive, so how could it observe anything.

She requested that Ekuro swoop under the bird, and as they came close, she curled her fingers around her lips and blew softly. A jet of frost came streaming from her mouth, clinging to the bird and slowing it. It did not struggle, so it definitely was not alive or possessing any sort of consciousness. That itself was puzzling. Its wings stopped moving and it began to plummet as they passed under it. Ormir caught it, her breath sending puffs small puffs of vapor as the air slowly warmed.

She took the opportunity to warily observe the creature, now spiky and rigid with frost, the metal ice cold to the touch. After a moment, she realized the bird had some sort of scrawling writing on it. She had no idea what it could mean, but perhaps one of her allies could. The frosty covering of ice was quickly deteriorating in the driving rain, and Ormir continued to blow on it. She was still convinced that it was some sort of weapon, but as long as it was solidly frozen, she could see no way it could do harm.

They soon arrived back at the castle and landed just inside the gate. Ormir was still awkwardly holding the ice-cold bird, unsure what to do with it as she dismounted and peered curiously at it once more.