OOC:
Name: Lucia Rareglove
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Eye color: Dark Brown
Age: About 19... I think o.o
Nicknames: Blonde Devil
Appearance: Blonde hair, 6 feet tall. Black cape, shirt and long pants. Wears a chestplate of unknown composition called the Marauder Chestplate.
Personality: Hunts down targets relentlessly. Never fails to protect his friends at any cost. Doesn't believe in giving up
Abilities: Has amazing sniping skill. When shooting, is completely calm. Can maintain uncomfortable postures for long periods of time.
Weapons: Deceiver (a fully automatic machinegun) or Deceiver-modified (Sniper rifle modified version of Deceiver) and a pair of gloves plated with the same material the Marauder Plate is made of.

Somewhat Brief History XD:
Lucia was never a person who'd mix around, until adolescence when people made friends with him for the first time in his life. He found joy in friendship and vowed to himself to protect and cherish his friendships. Then, his father, who was in the bounty hunter business, was killed in action. He took over his father at the age of 18, searching for his father's killers. He never had intentions to harm anyone or anything apart from his intended targets. However, being a bounty hunter, he usually never had a choice but to do as was told and kill targets in cold blood. Now, Lucia has found a lead on his father's killer. It leads him straight into a heavily forested area...

IC:
Lucia loaded the Deceiver-modified. He attached the infra-red scope and scanned the area from an old sentry post and spotted a blot of red shaped like a deer.

Lucia: Another victim...
Lucia had been hearing rumours of some madman hunting everything not human in his way. Lucia had been sent to find and kill this horrid fellow...

OOC: This is the first time I've done a real post NMH Rico. Obviously the Warden aspect is not here as its too powerful, but I have an Idea if this RP takes off.

Basically what I'll have is the middle Rico. Before Tobias and after his gunbunny area. The one that prefers melee to ranged fighting. But as this is after no more heroes then a change is needed. Kevin and Tobias where killed in the blink of an eye by an overlander hunter. I'll leave it to the PC humans if they wanna be the killers or not, but we will have to work something out if they do. Reguardless this is a more cliched Rick than you're used to. He's bascially hit the realization that his friends are gone, and is trying to get himself together.

I can have him jump in at anypoint someone needs a "knight in shining armor" or the like. Because right now thats all Rico is doing to wandering around helping people. With the war's end he'd planned to settle down with Toby, but the idea can't happen. So he basically has no purpose now save trying to lift his moral be playing hero.

I'm putting him as a swordsman, like always to keep the warden feel, but no magic energy to keep under Violet's no magic rule. I may make a intro post later.

Name: Rayven Triad
Species: Cat
Gender: Male
Eye color (optional): Orange/Brown
Fur color: Black and Grey
Age: 23
Nicknames: 'Slick', 'Mouser', 'The Whisper'
Appearance: Black and Grey fur, a couple of scars both on around his left eye, and the back of his left palm.
Wears Black/Red uniform, as a part of a splinter group trying to bring about the end of the hunts.
Personality: Authoritive - Pretty much an 'anti-human' way of thinking. Has been known to take extreme measures in the past with his campaign 'TMAHD'
{'The Mobian Anti-Hunt Directive'}
Abilities: Various, including Gun training, Computer use, Explosive's experience.
Weapons: {As noted in Abilities, they are various.}
Brief history: Having witnessed many of his closest personal friends and contacts being 'mysteriously' hunted down, Rayven started up a group whose sole purpose is to achieve the end of these grotesque activities, at any cost. Violent action toward the human activities has been known to have occured within this group.

His personal war is placing more lives in danger, however, as it seems that the rate of 'friendly' fire within the group is a little higher than it should be.
However, Rayven still leads the group on, aiming to make the victory last within all of Mobius's minds.

{ IC post will come soon. ^^ }

OOC: First time RP'ing in a while, but this would let me take a character of mine in a bit of a different direction

Name: Jonah McManus
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Eye color (optional): very dark brown
Hair color: Brown(same shade as eyes)
Age: 19
Nicknames: J. Mac

Appearance: Short and small matches Jonah well. He's about 5'2'' and weighs about 130 pounds. Back home, normally he would be wearing the same clothes day in day out, a dark green sweatshirt and some ragged jeans, however recently he's been going more for camoflouge due to his new job.

Personality: Quiet and accepting describes Jonah well. He's not known for losing his temper, or ever making a big deal about anything. He is VERY protective of his family however, and will literally do anything for them.

Abilities: Just a normal human. Living in the slums of Megapolis has caused him to have an acute survival instinct, and he can hold his own in a fight. Normally his skill is in knives, however he's recently learned how to operate a gun for the purposes of hunting.

Weapons: Small switchblade he keeps in his boot. Flechette rifle that fires long impaling needles.

Brief history: Jonah was the eldest child of six, born into the slums of Megapolis. At the age of 12, his father died and his mother abandoned him, leaving him to take care of his younger brothers and sisters in the harsh underworld of the largest Overlander city. Rather then dwelling on his misfortune, Jonah rose to the occasion and took care of his siblings very well. He went around the city doing various odd jobs, whatever paid the rent and food bills. He never really had time to think about what happened in the world beyond the city.

it was about a month ago that the recruiters began showing up. The promised money, a lot of money, if Jonah came with them and trained to be a hunter. Jonah wasn't too excited about leaving his siblings alone, but with the money they gave him up front, he was able to get them into a much nicer area of town, with the promise that the rental payments would keep on coming.

So Jonah went with the men to the outskirts of The Great Forest and learned how to hunt and use a gun.

IC:
Jonah doubted any of his younger siblings would recognize him if they saw him right now. Clad from head to foot in forest camoflouge, and face painted so that not a patch of his pale city skin was showing.

He laid down flat on the forest floor, protected by the false bush that another hunter had planted previously. He knew his supervisors would yell at him, saying the smell of death would keep any animals from coming to that spot again, however this was Jonah's first time, so he had an excuse to be cautious.

All of this was so new to him. A month ago, he didn't even know a forest like this existed, let alone expected to be lieing there all painted up, with one hand clasped tightly around the trigger of a flechette rifle.

He suddenly heard a rustling in the trees in front of him. Maing sure he held his body perfectly still, he lowered his eyes to the scope on his rifle to see what the cause of the comotion was...

I plan on joining as soon as I figure out which character, I should use for this Rp. o.o;

Name: Metal Sonic Mark 3
Species: Robotic Hedgehog
Gender: M
Eye color (optional): Red
Fur color: Blue and silver metal
Age: Operating time unknown
Nicknames: Blue Storm, Metal, M3
Appearance: Much like the Metal Sonic that saved Sonic and Tails' life after the Perfect Chaos incident in the Archie storyline. Has three long blue spikes protruding from the back of his head and has rockman-ish like arms and legs.
Personality: Sees Sonic as a fallen rival and has sworn revenge. Metal isn't as cold as he used to be anymore, and is now prone to outbursts like his template. Age has diminished his power, but maintenance keeps his power from falling too low.
Abilities:Flight, Infared sight, buster arm
Weapons: one concussive energy cannon, left over from his previous incarnations
Breif history: Metal was thought to be killed in the lavaflow at Mount Mobius. Instead, his power crystal, mounted in his chest, covered him in a protective shield as the lava poured around him. Once it cooled enough, Metal slowly blasted his way free and eventually helped in the final battle. Upon learning of Hunter and what he had done to Sonic, Metal's now-friendly rival, Metal swore revenge.

OOC: Couple ?'s, Cy. Is your character friend or foe at this point? That would make a lot of difference to how he's maintaining himself, as robots are few in number in this RP.

Also wanted to point out that Reni is the one presumed dead (whether or not she actually is I am not revealing at this time...wait and see... ) Sonic is ALIVE but irreversably dammaged and is again acting as king, begrudgingly. Surge has vanished; whether or not he's dead remains a mystery. Hunter is not the only hunter, and he is NOT the one that attacked Sonic.

Everyone else: sounds good! IC later...

EDIT: Rico, I didn't say no magic, just no powerplaying. Modest magic is allowed.

OOC: So you want the Warden element? Well I'll add it in but as a side point, not the central focus of Rico's character like it is in Evalcs. If I do though we get into him looking for Miles. You know the deal, if he's a Warden he has to have a sheath.

OOC: *Stops playing S2 computer adaptation long enough to check RP's* Only if you want to, Rico.

I just realized I never explained what happened to the twins. They're in this, trust me...Not saying anything more...

IC:

"Your Highnesses, you c-can't be s-serious! It's d-dangerous out th-there!"

Silence looked at the young doe, empathy showing clearly in her pink, albino eyes.

The deer had never fully recovered from the trauma she'd experienced as a child. She had developed a pronounced stutter that never left her. Her eyes and ears constantly darted about, as if she expected Hunter to leap out at any minute and attack her. Her glance met that of the white-furred princess before her. "Y-you are s-serious, aren't you?" She sighed in resignation as Silence nodded grimly. "W-well then, j-just b-be c-carful...I d-don' want you to g-get k-killed...You guys are the only f-friends I ever h-had..."

"Now you're exagerating." Tranquility snorted and rolled his eyes. He turned to his grandmother, who was weeping nearby. "We'll be fine, I promise. I'll look after Silence, make sure she doesn't overexert herself...Quit lookin at me like that, Sis, yer my responsibility!"

Silence just sighed softly. "I haveta find Mom an' Dad. My heart will be fine, Tranq. Just YOU don't go gettin in trouble that'll make me and Lectra haveta bail you out of." she mentally shot back.

Electra sat nearby, boredly watching lightning spark between her plum fingers. "Can we just go already? I'm gettin tired of watchin you guys argue. Dad's alive, I know he is!"

"What about Mom?"

"Dunno, Tranq. But I kinda doubt it. You heard the rumors."

"But--"

"Course, I could be wrong...let's just go already! When I get to that Hunter..." She didn't bother finishing her sentance, ilustrating her intentions instead by sending a massive lightning bolt into a nearby stump, splitting it in half.

The triplets turned as a rhythmic thumping sound was heard coming from one of the nearby huts. "Granddaddy..."

Sonic limped up, leaning heavily on his cane. Aside from his long-healed injuries, he looked surprisingly young. There was an angry sadness in his eyes, however, as he looked down at the leg that had never completely healed. It was bent in at the break-point at a painful-looking angle, and the scars from the leghold trap were clearly visible. The deep, ragged snare-scar across his chest was another painfully visible reminder of his near-death encounter. He forced a grin. "Gonna kick some hunter butt, eh? Wish I could come...but obviously..."

"Don't worry, Granddad, we'll make them pay for what they did to you...and Mom...and the mobian race" Tranq cringed, mentally cursing himself for using the word 'race' in the fallen hero's presence, as he saw his grandfather wince sligtly. Whoops...Bad word choice, Tranq.

"Now, once you get beyond the borders of Knothole, you'll have to move with extreme care," Sally was saying, "There are traps and snares everywhere-"

"I'm living proof-" Sonic interjected ruefully.

Sally shot him a curious glance before continuing. "Silence, you, most of all will have to be careful. With your fur color, you'd be a perfect target..."

"What about Lectra and me?" Tranq asked. "We don't exactly blend in either."

"True, but at least the forest's shadows will hide you better...Take care of your sisters, Tranq...take care of yourself..." Sally finally broke down, overwhelmed by the tragedies that her family had suffered...

Soon, the triplets found themselves staring at one of the exit trees that would lead them out into the dangers of the Great Forest beyond Knothole. The hidden village had only two entrances, but multiple exits, in case an emergency evacuation had to be made.

Silence took a deep breath and stepped toward the exit. "This is it, guys..."

TBC

Lucia scanned the area with the infra-red scope again. He noticed a still body lying behind a bush. The trees in front of it were slightly swaying. Lucia decided to check it out, so he climbed down from the sentry post and stealthily approached the area under cover of darkness.

He could see that the body was actually a male sniper lying prone and looking through his scope, scrutinising something in front of him. He looked in the direction that the sniper aimed at. He then looked through the infra-red scope and saw a figure moving around within the trees. His finger moved into the trigger guard, ready to fire. His attention was diverted by another sound to his back. He turned to see a few anthromorphic animals walking toward a snare he had failed to notice previously without the infra-red scope. He held the Deceiver-modified with on arm and dashed madly toward the snare.

He put the Deceiver-M on the floor and began to undo the snare.

Lucia (thinking): If I remember correctly...
Thoughts raced through Lucia's mind. He couldn't undo the snare... There were just too many triggers for it! He grabbed the Deceiver-M and retreated into the darkness, hoping that the Mobians would see the snare. As one of them neared the snare, Lucia leapt at the Mobian and pushed him away.

Lucia: In case you didn't see it... There's a multi-trigger snare there...

Occ: I'm still a n00b to this so If I go wrong pleas point it out. I'll use Myth as he's the only character I have for now.
Character: Myth

Full name: Tobias Myth
Species: Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Fur: Brownish dusty orange
Eyes: Emerald Green
Identifying features: Three stripes of black chard fur run across the top of his head between the ears.
Clothing: Long dark brown coat, some times wears denim jeans and T-shirt, sword sheath on gun belt.
Weapons: High fire rate plasma glock X2, LR Sniper rifle (optional), Double edge
diamond sharp Samaria sword (like the one in Blade2), claws.

Skills: Self taut Ninjitsue, Wall running (short distance), short bursts of M speed or bullet speed, wolf like sense of smell.

He personality has been warped in this RP by his experiences at the hands of the hunters. Compelled by insanity, he stawks and kills the hunters, taking the 3rd vertebrae down from the skull as his prize. His only hope left in life is that he will one day be killed by a grater hunter than he, before the tole of time takes him.

Any other info you need go to the character discussion forum Pg17.

Ok, head first then:

IC:

The stench of death whistled though the stale air, to any normal mobiun the forest would have look the same as always, dark and uninviting. But to Myth, the forest was a sea of torment. To him evry atrocity that had been it held no secrets. The thin red mist hung near to the ground like dry ice, the sent of blood. Myth focused and blocked out the distracting smell and focused on other trails he could see leading off across the path. Silently leaping from branch to branch, tree to tree, he approached his pray. A lone hunter standing perfectly still in a shrub near a well trapped area of ground, clutching his rifle close. Myths eyes narrowed, the hunter was afraid, he was rank with fear. Myth positioned himself directly above the hunter and dropped silently behind him. The hunter felt the vibration as Myth landed, but to late did he decide to react. Placing his hand over the hunters head and quickly slashing its wind pipe vertically with one well passed claw, preventing it form calling out but not killing it.
Myth: almost too easy, at least your last comrade put up a fight.
Myth dragged the struggling hunter back further into the bushes to claim his prize. The deed now done, myth staked the hunters decapitated head on a pole in the center of the trapped up clearing as warning not just to careless mobions, but also to other hunters. He chuckled under his breath as he imagined the scene when its comrades would find the body. He opened the small bag that hung from his belt and tossed the trophy vertebrae inside. He scanned the surrounding sent trails, the smell from the hunters blood was still fresh but it was fading. He climbed up the tree closest to him and headed south.

OOC:BlackAdder, did you just kill my character!?

OCC: Why would I? although the idea appeals to me I'd never be that cruel to a fellow RP'er as to kill his character so early on in the RP and I'de definitely give you a chance to fight back. Besides I would probably get kicked out if I did! And they would probably kill off Myth first! Don't worry, the Guy that just died was Court off guard, and I doubt that your character would be so easily ambushed.
Peace dude

OOC: No, you can't kill a PC, period. Its in the rules. o.- I have a plan, since Violets left no clue on Miles.. I have my own little idea so Rico stays IC. I have an idea but with you acting like sonic is 80 bazillion years old I'm not sure its going to work. Just how old IS Rico in this thing? Deciding factor is Sonic's age, I didn't see a numeric timeline anywhere. Answer that one and I think I'll be ready.

OOC: Assuming Black Adder did NOT kill Jonah but ANOTHER sniper...

IC:
Lucia got up and ran off with the Deceiver-M to the sound of dragging boots. He saw a faint blood trail with the infra-red scope.

Lucia: Blood...
He scanned the area with his eyes and noticed a shadowy figure moving around trees with ninja-like agility. He followed the figure. It noticed him and jumped down, heading for him. He kept the Deceiver-M strapped to his back and put on his gloves. They were apparently so strong they could withstand a direct bombing or missile attack and not be damaged!

As the figure approached, he prepared to fight.

OOC: Okay, math...*Deep breaths* I think I can do this... Let's see...the triplets are 17...Reni was what, 26 when they were born...Surge is the exact same age as Reni...Sonic is currently...uh, 69. Hope that helps. Whoa. Hard to think of him that old...heh.

Before I get back to the triplets...

IC:

The figure crept catiously along the forest floor, alert for any sounds of persuit. There were none. This was a dangerous line of work...he had already lost one eye to a close call with a hunter, and his arms bore scars of previous ensnarings. He was almost amazed that he had been able to evade capture for the six years he had been doing this.

He had many names. The hunters knew him as Sneaker, Sly, Trickster, Trapslip, The Tripper, The Uncatchable One, and other names hinting to his chosen occupation. Years of living alone in the now deadly forest had taught him how best to evade the hunters.

Other mobians who he'd saved from certain death called him by numerous reverent titles, such as The Wonder, Shadowsaver, Snare Destroyer, Savior-Who-Creeps-Through-Darkness, Prince Deathcheat, The Evader, Spines-of-Life.

He hadn't heard his real name in ages, and it was all but forgotten. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't return to Knothole, but then he remembered the reason he had started risking his neck daily. He considered it his duty to disable and trip any and all traps and snares he found, so that those who had to live or travel outside Knothole would have at least some hope of living through the day. Besides, he derived extreme pleasure from ruining the plans of the many prowling human hunters.

One imfamous hunter in particular, he found the most satisfaction in frustrating. Known only as THE Hunter, this human had caused the indigo-colored mobian extreme anguish. The figure hated Hunter, for what he'd done seven years ago. He'd watched in horrified fascination as his only sister was ruthlessly murdered right before his eyes. The mobian master of trap evasion had sworn revenge on Hunter, trailing him cautiously for many years as he waited for the perfect time to strike.

The figure was impossible to distinguish from the underbrush he was hiding in as he studdied a deadly and nearly invisible snare in front of him. Painted in stripes of ochre loam and powdery white chalk from the forest floor he was perfectly camoflaged. Delecately, he reached out and tapped a bent-over sappling with his knife. The tree snapped up, pulling the wire tight around thin air. The figure stood carefully and cut the wire from the tree with a pair of wire cutters that never left his possesion. He looked at the now-harmless wire snare in disgust before balling it up and stuffing it in a pouch at his waist. That was one snare that would never harm anyone ever again.

He moved on, sniffing carefully at the ground. Grabbing a long stick, he prodded a section of earth not two inches away from his nose.

SNAP! The jaws of the trap slammed shut on the end of the branch, snapping it in half.

The disguised mobian repeated this technique with seven more traps in the general vicinity before moving carefully on. It was great fun ruining the hunter's days like this, he thought grimly, but also extremely dangerous. He headed out of the forest, intending to give his trap-tripping skills a small break.

On the edge of the treeline, he paused, alert for danger. A rustling in the nearby bushes made him tense, ready to run. A middle-aged fox, appearing to be around 37, crashed right into him, fear showing in his rather familiar eyes.

"Ahh! Lemme go, lemme go!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I ain't no hunter. I'm not gonna hurtcha."

The fox looked into the one remaining eye of his savior. "Don't I know you..."

"Maybe...why were you runnin? Doin that's bound ta call unwanted attention to ya."

The fox glanced around. "I know...But...my sister...We gotta help 'er!"

"Wait, wait. What're you talking about?" This fox looked very familiar...The kitsune turned around, agitatedly looking toward a forbidding building in the distance...and the painted mobian finally understood. "T-TJ?"

The kitsune was twisitng his black-ringed tails agitatedly. "I just escaped...but Peace is still in there...We need to save her..."

"What...?"

"It's a fur farm. They kept us prisoner, breeding us for our furs...They were gonna kill me, but I escaped...I think Peace gave birth again...I don't know how long they'll keep breeding her before they...You know, kxxt." the distrought kitsune made a slashing motion across his throat.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll help you. But we gotta be careful. You know I'm high on the humans hit list." He stepped out of the trees.

Tails, Jr. gasped. "A-alcor?!"

"Yup, it's me."

"What are you doing outside Knothole?!"

"I'll explain later. Let's help your sister." Since I couldn't help mine... "Quickly now."

TBC

OOC: What may have actually happened to Tails I'll leave up to you Rico. Uh, sorry to make you age your character, but this is the timeframe of this RP. Heh.

Name: Elizabeth
Species: Human
Gender:Female
Eye color: dark brown
Age: 15
Nickname: none
Apperance: average short girl with glasses and braids.
Personality: A little "I don't care-ish" but that dose not mean she can't be concerned. Sticks around with her Anthro friend, Nana and by no means wishes to hurt anyone. A bit on the cowardly side but will take risks if she is pushed in the right direction.
Abilities: none
Weapons: yeah, like she knows how to use any. XD; (may get one later on..)
(this character is basically me but I use my middle name instead of my first name o.O; )

IC later...

The figure seemed not to be threatening. In fact, just as it neared Lucia, it vanished suddenly. Lucia grabbed the Deceiver-M and removed the infra-red scope. He put it in his waist pouch and grabbed another scope.

Lucia: Heh... perfect. I've got a Pathfinder >=D
Lucia attached the Pathfinder scope to the Deceiver-M. It could detect all kinds of traps and anyone who was hiding, cloaked or camouflaged. Its only problem was that it couldn't detect objects like mines and near-invisible objects.

OOC: Metal lives in Knothole now, so he's on the side of the Mobians, and thus a friend.

IC:

Metal looked over at the perimeter patrols as he sat in the Palace across fromk his old rival. "Too bad we can't race," said Sonic, "seems a perfect day for it." "Yeah...damn those hunters...now we'll never figure out who was faster...checkmate." Metal grinned slightly as he moved his rook into place. "WHAT?! NO FAIR!" "It's entirely fair, template." Metal stood up from the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." He walked downstairs, then kicked on his hoverjets. It always seemed to scare the troops more if he was flying. He arrived in front of the perimeter patrol. "Look ladies," he said, adopting the tone of a marine DI, "every day we're faced with the same thing. Our job is to make sure the civilian casualties are kept to MINIMUM. Understood?" "SIR YES SIR!" "I can't hear you."
"SIR YES SIR!" Metal sighed. "Just go and keep the populace safe."

The figure seemed not to be threatening. In fact, just as it neared Lucia, it vanished suddenly. Lucia grabbed the Deceiver-M and removed the infra-red scope. He put it in his waist pouch and grabbed another scope.

Lucia: Heh... perfect. I've got a Pathfinder >=D
Lucia attached the Pathfinder scope to the Deceiver-M. It could detect all kinds of traps and anyone who was hiding, cloaked or camouflaged. Its only problem was that it couldn't detect objects like mines and near-invisible objects.

Lucia looked through the scope and scanned the area. He noticed that the multi-trigger snare he was trying to undo was gone. A blood trail lead away from where it once was. Lucia began following it...

Name: Froggy
Species: frog
Gender: male
Eye color (optional): purple
Fur color: none
Age: around 25 (unknown)
Nicknames: none(yet)
Appearance: Wears simple, comfortable, and practical brown/grey clothing.

Personality: Curious. Kind. Patient. Forgiving. Calm. But despite his calm nature, he loves to get into dangerous situations that test his abilities. He is always ready to help those who needs it. Be warned...if you manage to anger him, his fury is quite destructive.

Abilities: Very diciplined. Well trained in martial arts. Trained to survive in nature. Able to use a variety of weapons. Can stick to any surface, due to suction pads on hands and feet. Very able in water.

Weapons: An old sword, which is a familly heirloom. Anything he can get his hands on.

Brief history: Froggy's past is unknown to everyone. He has never told anyone about his past and seems to like it that way. He follows a strict warrior's code and constantly tests his limits. Despite his great skills in combat, he prefers to be an explorer, moving for place to place. Kind and loyal, he is the best kind of friend to have by your side, and in these dark days, friends are a must.

OOC: Uh, Lucia, Alcor was not in the same area as your character. He was alone. So your snare is probably still there.

OOC: Rico is Kenji by now then. Based on that he'll look about 40ish. Warden's have extended lifespans, some up to 300 years. Rico will be 72 in this one. With his life I'll guess he's got greying fur by now. But, true to the Warden lifestyle, he'll be anything but slow. Not as fast as he normally is, but more a sage. Shouldn't be hard to play, but it may seem a bit cliche. I'll put Mr. Spooky down near your Tails Jr. Here we go...

Though he walked with an air of pride and strength, the fox's appearance as that of a broken old man. From first glance he look to be a prematurely grey middle aged mobian, but his eyes told a much different story. One of pain and suffering, one that stretched several wars and peace times. He march was slow, but deliberate. Though he had a cane and used it, his stance suggested it wasn't needed.

Let it not be said fate is cruel, or that I even had a bad life. Through the blood and suffering of the revolution on Kyzarie, and the torment of the mobian civil war, I helped protect those that needed it and put a stop to those causing the pain. There are those that said we should have destroyed every robot there was, but it was enough that the robians that had to die, did. There was no need to kill the survivors of Robotniks reign of terror. There where those that said I should have just protected the children I was charged with and never fought aggressively against the robot forces. But if I had not helped defeat Robotnik, would any of those kids have survived? Maybe, maybe Toby would have survived as well, but this way more lived and the world was supposed to have been better for it.

But it was a lie, the world is no better. And my murders and attacks where all in vain. The children I had protected where being skinned now, and their childrens children sit crying in fur farms. But there is nothing I can do. With all my knowledge, all my training, there is nothing one person can do to change this world. Not even the power of a Warden Master could defeat them all, its futile to even try. Will I ignore things I can see with my own eyes? No, not if I can stop them. Maybe it will not change the world, but it will help those that I come across in my travels. And, in the end, is that not what the teachings of Master Pendragon taught? That we should not become a tool of others, but instead fight for those we care for and those that can not protect themselves.

He sighed looking around him. The sound of a frightened mobian hit his ears, cause him to sudder slightly. Rico quickened his paced walking into the trees. It took little time to find the source of the yelping. Two mobians, of course, but there seems to be no danger now. Assumption is not an option though, intimidation should suffice. He though stepping into the clearing with them. For a moment they didn't notice him, instead intent on finding their path. The fox snorted with impatience, "Those trying to remain hidden should really resign themselves from screaming."

OOC: Ok, if Rico's that age then It's obvious that myth has to be older then I said before. I'm no good on math so I'll hazard a guess via Rico's age and say he's around 50 (He's probably in pretty good physical shape considering that his inherent abilities will allow him to live till 140 ).

IC:

Fear again alighted myth's senses, coxing him in to stopping his pursuit and listening to the sound of the forest floor below. Some one was running, running fast toward him, toward the edge of the forest. A young fox kit, couldnt be more than 15 was fleeing from some unseen foe. Tears of fear were rolling down his face and a small wound on his back told Myth that the kid had just had a very close call. From what he could see and smell there were no hunters in the near area. Myth laughed in his insane way and shouted in rhyme at the fox.
Myth: Hahahaaaa!
Run little foxy, run away home,
for the hunters are coming
and the predator wants your hide!

Run little foxy, or your blood will be spilled!
And your purty tail mounted on a trophy wall!
The Fox screamed and ran faster still, Myth ran though the trees after the fox repeating his taunting as he approached.
Myth: Awaa, why does it run, why does it cry?
Is it afraid?
Or is there something in its eye?
There was a loud snap, and the wire nose trap sprung around the kits ankle, digging into the flesh and lifting him into the air.
Kit: AAAGGGGgggAAAaaaa! Oh gods no! NOOOooo Help! Help me!
Kit broke down into grate uncontrollable sobs of pain and suffering.
Myth stopped on the limb from which the fox hung. He sung under the branch and dangled so he was face to face with the balling kit.
Myth: Well, well, well! Arent we in a predicament! Pore little foxy, court in a trap are we? You should look where youre running.
The kit sobbed with the pain from its ankle and managed to force out a few weakened words to myth.
Kit: pleas, help.
Myth, though truly enjoying himself, was not completely intolerant. He dropped to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet. He started to make like he was going to walk off, running his hand though a small unmated patch of fur on the side of his head. The kit whimpered. Myth grind and turned, glock drawn, he let off a single round. The kit covered his eyes as the shot rang out, the pain on his ankle lessened and he fell to the ground landing perfectly on his back.
Myth stud over the kit and smiled, a sparkle of insanity in his eyes.
Myth: you should make best speed to Knothole, youll be safest there. To avoid the hunters go west for around 2-3 miles then head south. Its a clear run for half of the way there, thats my territory up their and there are few hunters that are brave, or foolish enough to pass though. Those who do seldom live to tell the tail.
Kit held his ankle title and removed the wire.
Kit: why did you help me?
Myth: Humph, Im insane kid. Not heartless
Kit finished pulling the wire out from the wound it had coursed and turned around to thanks the stranger that had helped him. But myth had already gone, or so the kit thought.
The fact was that Myth was currently having a debate with himself.
Myth: the kids totally venerable, we should follow
Myth: No! he can get back himself, he dont need us.
Myth: Oh come on! Remember what happened last time!
Myth: Hehee, yea, that was messy!
Myth: Besides the kids bleeding so hell attract in hunters like moths to the flame.
Loads of pray!
Myth: could do but what if we get court?
Myth: oh now your just being thickle
This conversation continued as he flowed the kit toward Knothole.

OOC: More cliche coming your way. But what you have to realize is Rico's more preparation than fight now. He may look like he's rushing into this headlong, but he's more talk than fight anymore. He's more of a lost cause in this thing than anything else. And that may seem like a cliche character, but with Rico, its one of the things he's never been. And will settle into as he gets older and more developed.

The fox perked up suddenly, his nose going higher into the air. "I must take my leave. There is blood in the air and its source my be alive." The fox set off at an amazing pace for his age, but paused as the kitsune asked his name. the fox halfway looked back, "Rico Underwood, I hope you haven't heard of me." Then ran off, in the direction of knothole.

OOC: I'd just want to remind you all that Jonah's lived in the slums of an Overlander city his whole life, and thus has never seen a Mobian before, all the knows are stories from the Great War and heresay from other hunters.

IC:

The slight rustling in the bushes in front of him suddenly became more turbulent as something either very big or very fast began picking up speed. Paint-stained weat poured down Jonah's face as his finger became more and more slippery on the trigger.

The bushes parted suddenly and violently and a small panicky red dart burst out of the bushes, heading right for Jonah's hidey-hole.

"They can see me!" was the only thought going through Jonah's head. Relying more on instinct then common sense or right judgment, he scrambled up onto his feet, sending the false bushes sliding off of his thin frame.

The speeding object crashed into him, and then went tumbling backwards sending Jonah back a few steps. Whiping the camoflauge tainted sweat off of his brow, Jonah finally got a good look at his adversary. It was small, smaller then he was and covered from head to foot in orange fur. The same kind of fur he remembered seeing so many of the elite and wealthy back home wear proudly.

He recognized it's picture from the charts back at the base camp. This was a fox. The furers would give him enough money for this animal's hide to buy food for his little brothers and sisters for half a year, and still have plenty left over. He pictured the twins, Ross and Jenny, wearing decent clothes, rather then the same old overgrown hand-me-downs they've owned since they were born. He pictured Alex, being able to buy all the books he wanted, rather then just grabbing whatever the upper folks threw away. Ben would be able to actually go to school, and Christina and Laura would never have to consider ever again becoming liftskirts. He dismissed the vision, and looked down on the thing he would have to kill in order to make it a reality.

The thing was looking up at Jonah with a look of complete fear on his face, the wound on his back re-opened and staining the green grass red. It wasn't so much looking at Jonah as he was the gun Jonah was holding steady at his waist.

Jonah suddenly again saw all of his brothers and sisters, except this time they all had orange fur, ears, and tails, and suddenly received the news that their brother wouldn't be coming home anymore. He dismissed that vision too. He had never stopped before if it helped the family, and he wouldn't stop now.

He began to raise the rifle....

OOC: Hurrah, I'm a bad guy =P

OOC: The fox your curntly leveling your gun at, is it the same one I just freed from a trap I chased it in to and am curently folowing?

OOC: yes

Close. I often ask myself why I continue this this campaign. For over a third my life I've fought for this place. And always questioned myself, but always answered that it was worth it to make the planet better. Now I can not answer that anymore. I've lost to much for nothing. Mobius is no better than it was during the war with Robotnik.

But cases like this when there is something that can be done, the deed should be done.

He snarled speeding up more to a run. Heading for moving bushes ahead.

He slowed, there was more than one person, but even a Warden could only tell number and emotions. Just like his previous encounter he used his walking stick and walked into the area. This time there was danger, a firearm, and prey.

"You are hunting in the wrong area. Go away." He stated non-chalanting walking slowly over to the injured mobian ignoring the poised rifle, "Can you stand?"

Froggy breaths in the fresh air deeply. He has only been inside the Great Forest for a week, but he has grown to love it. The vibrant life, the numerous sounds and smells, the freedom... He is surprised he didn't come here sooner.

Of course, there is a dark side to being here. He knows that the Great Forest is perhaps the most heavily hunted place on the entire planet. Mobians are picked off every day to be used as food or a source of fur. His own kind are hunted for their legs, which are considered an expensive delicacy by the humans. But he isn't afraid of them. He is sure he can handle the hunters. Most of them are just amatuers who think themselves to be hot @#%$ simply because they can aim a rifle. If they try to pick on him...they will discover how wrong they are, the hard way.

One of Froggy's motives for coming here happens to be the hunters. The pain and suffering of fellow Mobians at the hands of sadistic hunters is not something he can tolorate. If there is anything he can do to help, he will do it. The Code demands it.

He continues his search for his destination: the famous Knothole Village. He knows no one who can lead him to it, which means he must find it on his own: a task which many have claimed to be impossible. But he is confident he can do it. Who knows...he may not have to. If he runs into someone who knows the way...

The trail of blood led Lucia to two foxes and the sniper that he had seen earlier. The older fox wasn't bothered about the rifle the sniper had been holding.

Lucia knelt down on one knee and aimed at the sniper's hand. If the sniper showed any signs of pulling the trigger, he would fire.

Lucia(thinking): I'm not gonna let any more Mobians die or be injured...

He waited in the shadows, alert for any irregular movement.

Rico's cold expression turn to compassion seeing the youths foot, "We need to get this looked it, and there are more people in the area. Do you need me to carry you?"

Jonah closed his shaking finger on the trigger, part of him still screaming not to do it. But before he could fire, a large finger dropped from the branches above him, the flash of a blade passing so quickly that the eye only sore the glint of light as it retracted from the strike. Jonah saw the barrel of his rifle split and side off to one side. He doped it and scrambled away from the crouched finger in front of him, winding himself as he slammed heavily into the tree behind him. Myth looked up to see the human side down the tree, his eyes wide with shock and shear terror. He kept his piercing gaze on the hunter,
Myth: "Go kit, me and Rambo here have business to tend to. Just keep going south."
Kit didn't argue and he scrambled to his feat, running back into the foliage.
Myth walked slowly up to the young hunter, he bent down and grabbed its head rolling it form side to side, smelling its hair closely.
Myth: "Oooo, a freshman. Your first try at a kill was it? Yes, it was, wasn't it, *chuckle* Theres no fun in a pray that won't put up a fight."
'Oh gods' thought Jonah as the realisation came to him, 'the myth!. He had heard tails in the mess back at base camp from the vet's about him, the things he did to hunters that he court, the stories of bodies being found skinned and decapitated. The roomers of a cave with walls covered in the bones of slain hunters. Myth was known to most as 'the predator'. He had heard one tail of a man emptying a whole clip at him and hitting nothing but air. If hunters were the thing Mobiuns had nightmares about, then myth was the thing hunters had nightmares about. He remembered the words of one man said to him the night before he left in the mess hall.
"Take my advice newbie, you ever lay eyes on the predator, doesnt bother runnin'. Because youre already dead."
Myth turned the hunters head sideways and extended one claw. Jonah could see it out of the corner of his eye. He knew what was coming, he didn't want to die.
Myth held back the claw for a moment to listen to the hunters frightened squealing. Then he stuck, on the neck, just below the ear and caved a small symbol resembling an X into the flesh.
Myth: "This symbol be a reminder to you of your blessing. I'm giving you a second chance kid, leave now, and never hunt again. IF I ever catch you hunting again, I'll know to make it twice as painful when I come to claim my trophy. You only get one chance with me kid, don't squander the life I grant you."
He got up and turned to leave. Jason clung one hand to his neck and craned up at Myth.
Jonah: "youre... your not going to kill me?"
Myth didn't even brake his stride as he answered: "you haven't done anything wrong... yet"
Jonah winced in pain as he got to his feat. He turned to where myth had been walking away, expecting to see him going into the foliage. But myth had already vanished, resuming his track of following the kit back to Knoth

Myth hadn't seemed to notice him, again it was just as well. He didn't want any wannabe heroes trying to seek out the "great warden warrior" for training in The Art. He shook his head following the young fox.

He hadn't made it far because of his leg. The blood trail was easy enough to follow. Rico sighed, "Do not let fools influence your thoughts." He helped the fox up and drapped the injured fox arm around his own neck, "At the very least you should accept help from people. You will find there are many people that will aid you." The fox nodded weakly. Rico sighed, "Come along, lets get you to a hospital, or at least somewhere safe. I assume you go by a name, what is it?"

IC:

A harsh rustling sound reigned over the forest treetops. At every place where the leaves and brances swayed or cracked, would send a spray of panicing birds fluttering towards the sky.

Below the noisy trees a human girl was running, looking as if she's trying to keep up with something obviously too fast for her. "Crazy, slow-down!" she yelled up to the tree tops for what seemed the umpteenth time. What ever or who ever that was causing the comosion stopped, and jumped down to meet her. Elizabeth tripped up over a rock before she could stop properly and fell to the ground.

The monkey named Nana, giggled and stepped foward to help her human friend up. "Hey watch your step, girl." she tried to say, not bothering to hold back her smile. "We both know how clumsy you are." Elizabeth only allowed herself to be helped up to a sitting posison. "Wait wait...just let me catch my breath since I'm already down here.." Nana giggled again and plopped down beside her friend. "So how long have we been going through this forest?" she asked. Elizabeth shruged lightly then took off her stained glasses to wipe them clean with the hem of her shirt. "I'd saaaay...umm..about three days. Wait! How could you possibly lose track of 'just' three days?!" Nana laughed crazily and leaped to the branch of the nearest tree, hanging herself off by her long tail. "I've been having so much fun, I love it here!"
"I can't see why with all the hunters said lurking around here." the human mumbled under her breath.

Lucia saw Myth appear and carve the cross on Jonah. He followed the trail of blood after Myth vanished and left Jonah at the tree.

He saw Rico helping the fox along. He reached into his pouch's 2nd compartment for some painkillers. He approached them and tapped Rico's arm. He handed Rico some painkillers.

Lucia: The fox will need them. Don't worry. I won't even try to shoot you or him. I'm sure you know better than to touch the wound; it'll make things more complicated.
Rico took the painkillers and gave one to the young kit.

Lucia: You go on... I'll cover your back. That crazy creature's probably after the fox.
Lucia looked through the Pathfinder and saw Myth jumping around in the trees quickly...

Froggy lifts his head off of the ground. Several people are making a big comotion to the west, about a half mile away. Maybe some sort of fight. Half a mile isn't far...he could reach it in a matter of minutes. He tests the wind direction. He's downwind. Perfect, no one is going to smell him coming.

He climbs up into the trees and makes his way towards the action, leaping quiety from treetop to treetop.

Metal hovered along the path he chose to cover that day...when he heard a commotion...a scream...not quite Mobian in origin. "Heh," he laughed quietly to himself, "a human caughtg in one of their own machinations? I have to see this." Metal then landed and stepped into a clearing, seeing Jonah...

OOC: Whoa, I sure dropped a bombshell with this one, eh?

Couple things I don't understand, Lucia. Hunter does not hunt his own species, and your character is human, right? So why would he have killed Lucia's father...unless he was a mobian for some strange reason...

Anyway...

IC:

There was a small snap of twigs in the forest.

"Careful, Lectra," whispered Tranq, "A hunter could have heard you."

"Yeah, well, look who's the one talkin, bro." She hissed grumpily back as she faught with a nearby bush to relinquish it's hold on the hair-tie that was holding her purple quills in a high ponytail.

"Lemme look at that, it could be a snare..." her brother said concernedly examining the offending branch.

Electra yanked her head away. "Oh give it a rest, Tranq, it's not a snare. I'm just caught on a bush. There, see?" She snapped, yanking the hair-tie out impatiently. Her quills cascaded down messily about her face. Grumbling, she redid the ponytail.

"Lectra, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just a grumpy, nervous, impatient, b-"

"Come on, you guys. We havta keep going! You don't wanna become somebody's coat, do you?"

"No..." Tranq and Electra replied quietly in unison.

Then come on. The quickest way out of the forest is this way--

"How do you know?" Electra asked querrelously. "You've never even been outside Knothole, you pampered weakl-"

"Lectra!" Tranq shot his sister a murderous look.

"Sorry. Guess I just don't have anythin good to say 'bout anybody when we're in the middle of a gloomy, trap-filled--Maybe I shouldna come with you..."

"Don't be rediculous. We're in this togeather. Why do you say that?"

"No, it's just...They'll be better able to find me..."

"Why?"

"Does the phrase PMS mean anything to you-Quit grinnin Si!"

By now, Tranq looked totally confused. The maroon-tipped turqoise hedgehog tilted his head as he looked back at his grumbling purple sister. "No...Should it?"

"Girl stuff, Tranq."

"Oh." He scuffed a toe uncomfortably

"They'll be able to find me..." Electra whimpered, collapsing onto the ground, doubled over. "I shoulda stayed...I would've, but I didn't know..."

"Shh...we're here for you. They won't find you. They say humans have puny noses." Silence helped her sister to stand. "There's gotta be a village nearby or somethin. Feels like we've been walkin for days!" She started to take a step forward...

There was a barely audible "CLICK."

"Hold it, Si." Tranq pushed his sister backward.

"What the! Tranq!...What are you doing?"

Tranquility had his face close to the ground. Metal glinted in a patch of sunlight. "Uh huh. I thought so." He grabed a handful of pebbles and tossed them out in front of the small group.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP! Leaves flew everywhere as approximately fifteen steel leghold traps leapt into the air, seeking flesh to bite into.

"Thanks, Tranq. I owe you one."

"No you don't, you're my sister. We look after each other, don't we?"

The three young hedgehogs continued carefully through the field of sprung traps.

Without warning...SNAP!

Silence opened her mouth in a soundless scream and looked down at her leg. The white fur was stained red around the leg where a set of fearsome steel jaws burried themselves in Silence's flesh. "Tranq! Help me!" Her mindvoice was tainted with fear and pain.

Tranquility and Electra rushed to help, trying to pry open the jaws. They succeeded...for a moment. Then they lost control and the trap slammed shut again.

"Si...I'm sorry. We can't keep it up..." The grandson of Sonic hung his head.

"Then I'm gonna die..." her thoughts were resigned as tears started to stream down her cheeks.

"No. We'll find a way...The peg! We've got to pull it up! We can find somebody to remove this thing at the nearest village!"

"I knew they'd find me..." Electra moaned softly. Then, Get real, Lectra, it ain't yer fault. Get with the program and help Tranq! she told herself, yanking alongside her brother on the peg that held the trap in the ground. "We won't - unngg - let them hurt you, Si!"

"Please hurry...it hurts...There's bound to be a hunter around here monitoring his traps...

After much grunting, Tranquility and Electra managed to free the peg from the ground. Electra forgot about her pains as she and Tranq helped their sister limp down the path, alert, now more than ever, for more traps...

TBC

OOC: They were nowhere near any of the other groups, for the record

OOC: Meh. Lucia's father was trying to stop Hunter o.o So, logically, if anyone gets in Hunter's way he'll be killed, right? oo; If not then just take it that Lucia was mislead n.n

OOC: Maybe a tad too squeamish for what I had in mind for this character, but I can live with it and work around it.

IC:
Blood now joined the sweat and paint in the fetid mixture on Jonah's face. Realization of what had just happened to him did not dawn on him immedietly, it had all been a blur. Steadying himself on the forest floor, gazing up unsteadily at the canopy. It had been one shock after another.

They had told him he was going into the Great Forest to hunt animals. Not the beasts the old veterans spoke of from the Great War. First the elderly fox, shattering his conception, and then that other....thing. It had pushed him around like a child's plaything and then openly mocked him, leaving a mark.

He wasn't the first to treat Jonah like that.

Jonah closed his eyes.

In an instant, he was gone from the alien environment of the forest and back in the more familiar concrete frame of the city. He recognized his surroundings well, it was the old children's soup kitchen on the corner of Chelten and Uber. A crowd of scraggly street urchins had already showed up and a line had formed.

The man looked off in the distance as if recalling some long-distant memory. "The city is alive, and it's crueler then the cruelest of those children on line there. When you cry, it laughs to itself, 'See, I have won! I have defeated this creature.' You must never being defeated, because defeated men die." He gave Jonah a closer look, "You need to be a man, and you need to be victorious."

Jonah opened his eyes, again in the forest. Taking the sleeve of his camo jacket, he smeared the paint and blood off his face, revealing its tan hues. The gun had been sliced clean in two and was useless, however he salvaged its round of needled ammunition, which could easily work as throwing knives. Finally, he reached into his boot and withdrew his switchblade. He snapped it open for re-assurance, and then closed it and stuck it back in his boot where he would have a greater element of surprise.

This forest was no different then the city. It was alive and cruel, and like the city, it was also filled with cruel creatures, not little lambs that would be led to the slaughter. However, at the same time, it was plain to see it did have its innocents, who would get bullied out of line just the same way he was. He would not kill any innocents, but he would find the creature who scarred him, and he would have some measure of closure.

He would not show any weakness. He was still alive, so he would not be defeated.

That wasn't enough for him.

"My name is Jonah McMannus!" He shouted at the forest canopy. "I am still alive and I will not be defeated!"

With that, he stormed off into the forest in the direction his assailant had left.

OOC: I hope this gives a better idea of Jonah's personality and where he's coming from.

OOC: I'm not sure on how close these two are to anybody so I'll just send them on their marry way.

IC:

"Nana...please..stop...the bouncing." said Elizabeth, she lost count on how many times she'd said it before. Almost shockingly Nana stopped bouncing and leaping from tree to tree and landed neatly by the human's side. "So which way are we going?" Elizabeth looked around for a bit then reached into her pocket to pull out a compass.
"Well we've wandered about everywhere else except south..."
"Then south it is!" chimed the monkey, grabbing her arm.
"H-hey!" Elizabeth shouted pulling her arm back. "Now I'm tired of you acting like this! What part of "hunters"... do you not...understand?!" she said this in a harsh whisper.

Taken back by this sudden out burst from her usually quiet companion, Nana sighed and let her head fall. "You're right...I'm sorry I'll behave from now on I promise."
"Ok then. Lets just get walking and please...look before you jump." And so the two started off south.

The youth as still not speaking much. The traumatic events most have put him into shock. Rico sighed and picked him up. "I don't know why I decided to see what was bleeding. You should be glad I did. My name is Rico, Rico Underwood. Whether that name means anything to you or not it is what I am called. I don't run into many your age, at least not many that are alive." The fox winced pulling on Rico's coat. The older fox sighed, "Take it easy, you're safe."

OOC: I get the feeling theres going to be a BIG show down between Myth and Jonah, This should be good!

Ic:
Lucia watched myth get closer, he was ready for him. But myth stopped unexpectedly, and looked striate at him. Could he see him, at this distance, no it couldn't be. If Lucia could only just track him with the Pathfinder then Myth certainly couldn't see him. He stared at the image on the screen, it suddenly blurred, and myth vanished.
Lucia: "What IN HELL!"
He wapped the side of the monitor, the image still din't reaper. Thats when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned round to see myth standing uncomfortably close to his face, and myths true appearance became apparent. He was Mobiun, a fox no less, but he looked like he'd been to hell and back. His fur was matted in places and had been stained dark by the years of grime that had accumulated on its surface. His hair look as though it hadn't been cut in over 7 years, the only patches that looked normal length were the three vertical stripes that ran though it, still chard black. The t-shirt and jeans he was wearing were tattered and bloody in places with long cuts all over them all of which seemed to correspond with a healed wound that lay beneath. The coat he war was completely shredded at the base up to about half way, a few bullet holes and marks from snares littered it's surface.
But what startled him most, was myths eyes. More deeply set then most Mobiuns, they told painful stories of torture and neglect. His whole past seamed to be played out with in them, and they shone from the depths of their sockets, they shone with madness.
Myth could tell he'd startled Lucia so he reveled in it.
Myth: "Boo."
He pushed Lucia playfully and giggled before leaping back up to the canopy. He stopped on the first branch and turned to look back at Lucia.
Myth: "Don't give up the day job! Oh, and don't worry about kit. If I know Rico then he's in very safe hands"
With that he bounded off in persuit once again, leaving Lucia confused and convinced that Myth had lost his marbles a VERY long time ago.

OOC: Meh. Adder, just some info...

1. Lucia, as I have said before, remains calm when looking through the scope of his rifle and doesn't panic when something goes wrong.

2. When Lucia's calm, NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING can scare him out of his wits.

3. The Pathfinder is a scope. No monitor involved. ^^

IC:
Lucia lowered the Deceiver-M. He made his way back to were Jonah was before. He heard Jonah shouting his "ultimatum".

Jonah: I saw you at through the edge of my scope before that maniac tore my gun in half. Who are you?
Jonah was ready to throw the needled bullets in case Lucia attacked.

Lucia: I'm just searching for my father's killer. I received news that the killer was in the forest. I was also "conveniently" assigned to hunt and kill that hunter.

Jonah: I see...
Lucia handed Jonah a handgun and a few clips of ammunition.

Lucia: Not much, but I suppose it'll do, eh?

occ: K, so your telling me that when a target he thinks can't see him disappears from his scope and then reappears milliseconds later behind him that he isn't going to be even a little bit surprised? Myth didn't scair him (Lucia's too good for that) but he did surprise him. I'm sorry if I got the mood wrong, I'm still working on my descriptive writing. oh and he didn't panic, though I can see why you took it that way, he did think the scope may be malfunctioning though.

OOC: Glass can malfunction? Or are you people getting all high tech in your killings?

The bleeding was getting worse. This was one of the times that the old fox wished some of the rumors about Warden's where true. It'd be nice to be able to read minds or heal wounds instantly. The best he could do would be to literally slow the blood down. But that would just give the kid heart problems, drain him, and just do them both no good.

He stooped down laying the kit on the ground. The tore off a piece of the inside of his trenchcoat, large enough to wrap around the wound in an attempt to slow the bloodflow. The fox winced, trying to sit up, as he pulled it tight, Rico push him back down, "Stop squirming so much, if its not tight it won't stop the bleeding."

"Joey." Rico looked up from his work on the wound hearing the voice. The younger fox winced a little from the pain, "You, asked my name. Its Joey." Rico smirked, "I wasn't aware you could speak." Joey laid back, "I thought it was going to die in that trap. Then I thought that psycho was going to kill me. Then I thought that hunter was going to kill me. Takes awhile to get over a near death experience, I just had three." Rico nodded, "Why are you outside of knothole anyway?" The youth countered him with a question, "Why weren't you concerned with the gun he was pointing." The older fox looked back, "He would not have fired. And this area is known for housing rogues who think they can change the world. But you evaded my question, why are you away from your home?" The fox sighed, "They only need fighters like you. Er... You are Rico'Ki right?"

The older fox sat down, "I haven't used that name since my brother died. Yet I hear it everyday on the lips of children that can't possibly know me. Had I an ego left, it would probably be enormous." He sighed, "But to answer you, yes, I did go by that name. During the war against Robotnik at least. It was a way of designating what planet we were from. And since there where only two Kyzarians that could fight, I guess it stuck as my name." Joey nodded rubbing his foot, "I thought it was Kydane, not Kyzarian." Rico looked a bit suprised, but explained, "Kydane was a term coined doing the Warden Era. After their fall the people of Kyzarie no longer wished to be known by it. How do you know all this?"

The younger fox shrugged, "Its what I do. The security over the old archives isn't that great. Easy to guess passwords, out of date encryption... er, I look it up I mean. I was exactly blessing with quickness or strength, some kinda birth condition I guess. Thats why I can't be a great warrior like you are." Rico winced again, "Whats so great about wars? How do they make me 'great'? Look at what I am now. Did all that fighting accomplish anything?" The younger fox looked down, "Tell that to those jerks in Knothole. Must get something done." Rico nodded, "It did. My younger brother and two best friends are dead. Because I wanted to save the world and didn't worry about keeping them safe."

OOC: XD x 100000000 @ Rico. Okay, I'm gonna be overseas for a few days. No Internet x.X I won't be here for a while o.o

Froggy kneels down and examines the steel, hunter trap. It's old, warn, and a little bit rusty. Froggy has seen plenty of these traps over the years. This one, however catches his eye for a special reason. It has blood on it. Fresh blood. Someone had recently been caught in it.

He looks closely at the ground, looking for signs that would indicate the events that happened here. Judging from a few of the hairs still on the trap, he discovers that the victim had white fur. Hardly a good color for hiding in the forest. There are no large, human footprints in the area, but there are several smaller ones. The Mobian had companions: about 2 or 3 of them. That probably explains how he or she got away.

From more footprints, disturbed vegitation, and small blood stains..... he finds the direction of their travel. Towards the limits of the forest. Exactly where is going away from. Froggy thinks about this for a moment. The small group probably could use his help, particularly the wounded one. He knows the kind of wounds these traps make, and they aren't pretty. If the rust got into his or hers blood stream...well, that would make things exponentially worse. And asides from that, even an amateur hunter could follow this trail. They are being slowed down by the wounded one...not good. But Froggy's destination is obviously not theirs...

The Heck with it. If they need his help, he'll give it to them. He isn't in any hurry. He takes a few minutes to screw up the trail so the hunters can't follow, and takes off stealthily towards the mystery group.