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"I was going to training... They won't let me go on missions yet," Sol mumbled dejectedly, taking another bite of his cereal. Although the Directors of the Keeper organization were the ones who gave him a home, clothes that he couldn't disintegrate, and the closest thing he'd ever had to a real family, he resented them slightly for their hesitation to send him on a mission. He viewed it as their fear of him, and what he could do; the fact that he was only 12 never crossed his mind.

Falo

Falo finished the glass of wine and poured himself another cup. He had listened to Ike and Sol without interjection as he felt it important to listen to those around him, if nothing else to find out what they had on their mind. His eyes shifted towards Sol for a second and then back to Ike. “A placement test, I have not done one of those in nearly twenty years, I did her mumbling about next week possible.” He answered Ike’s question and stopped himself from taking a sip when Sol spoke.

He remembered when he first came here; he was one of the first Dark Dawns to offer his help to the Keepers, they did not trust him at all, in fact for nearly a year he had been locked inside of a cell it was a very annoying process. “The Keepers council, fears people they do not understand and Sol your power is very unique and likely one of the few Keepers that can exceed over B level.” He said calmly as though he could see the truth behind the world. He of course, could feel power, he knew power.

Chirunia noticed the man drinking the wine and his eyes became glossy. He hadn't had wine for six years. He stood and went over to him. "Enough to share?"

Falo


Falo glanced at Sol with a interest raised eye brow, what it was like to be young he had long forgotten, but this boy seemed to speak it in the ways he moved, he wondered if he might ever get to go on a mission before the boy becomes older and changes with those moments. Youth was a fading glory. “I’m sure you will, and if you ever need help to conjure that you can contact me at any given moment.” He said with a smug look on his face, he enjoyed challenges.

Glancing at the person that spoke to him about his wine he considered it for a moment and pulled out a second glass from the middle of table and set it on the table and filled it with the bottle, he was glad it was only wine, he would fear the idea of turning down anyone due to the blood within his drink. “Of course my dear lady, I am always welcome for someone to share any sweet wine which can fill the room with a sweet scent.” He hadn’t mentioned it before, but his favorite part of wine was the smell it left in the air, he had empty bottles in the corners of his room to make the smell.

His book sat carefully on the table out of the way of the wine and any food that might come near it, of course he only cared about books due to his lack of knowledge he had missed while trapped behind those walls of ever upsetting walls of Dublin. Such a sickness of darkness that even Falo found distasteful.

"Actually," Ike commented "I needc to go check the office to see if there is any missions for me. Want to tag along?" He stated as he stood up.

Gaian name: Ivory Ghostest
Character Name: Nicky Tristian
Age: 26
Race: Human
Class Level: C
Power: Metal Manipulation
Weapon: Short Metal Staff
Bio: Nicky was rasied with both her parents. Her Father worked witht he Keepers and became interested in his work. As she got older she started to follow her father anywhere she could. At age seven she discover her power ove metal when she was playing with a metal spoon. This made her mother worry unlike her father whom was very accepting of it. Her mother then started to keep her away from her father and anything that was metal. When her mother was gone visiting family her father helped her practice.
When Nicky turned 13 her mother fell ill and passed on. She had a hard time talking to people about it, but soon found away to get all those feelings out. Getting into her teens, she stared to help with some of the work her father was doing. Then once out of school she started to work for the Keepers and has been with them sense.
Appearance: Stands at 4 FT 9 IN

Gaian name: Ayllin
Character Name: Leigh-Ann Artemis Damon (Lee)
Age: 20
Race: Human
Class Level: C
Power: She is highly perceptive, both physically and psychically. While she cannot directly read minds, she can sense others' intentions and she has some telepathic ability.
Weapon: A dozen hidden shuriken shanks that are on her at all times. Used for throwing or close range combat.
Bio: Lee was raised from birth to be a Class A- worthy fighter, trained to kill anything that threatened her. Her fighting prowess came from being able to sense her opponents moves. However, this changed when she lost her vision in a fight when she was fourteen. Yet being blind forced her to train her mind's eye even harder to the point where she sense much more than physical presences. Because she lost nothing but the beauty of the world, she doesn't pity herself, and hates when others look down on her for her lack of sight.
She can come across as indifferent, but despite being a magnificent fighter, she refused to kill after gaining her psychic powers, so she goes along on missions as an informer, able to identify the dark dawns without sight. Her family disowned her for giving up killing, so Lee joined the Keepers to prove that she wasn't just good for fighting. While she doesn't specifically talk about her past training, her fighting abilities are no secret.
Her other hidden talents include cooking, piano, and ice-skating.
She hates technology because she can't sense it at all, and she has a slight ochophobia (fear of moving vehicles)
When not on a mission, Lee can almost always be found with a mug of hot tea.
Appearance:

Falo

Falo watched the two and smiled. “Go ahead you two, I fear I am still grounded in the sunlight, my unique abilities seem to limit me for missions and my travel coffin is still in repair from a rather dumb Dark Dawn, which seemed to find it amuse to awake me in the middle of the day.” He spoke calmly with a bit of a yawn, he wasn’t fond of the day and for those that had gone into missions with him had likely found out this information. Even if Falo was a level B he was rather a fierce man when pushed into something he disliked and being awaken before he was ready was a good way to set him off.

Lifting the glass of red wine he swirled it once, the settlement stirred within the glass. He had found a rather distaste for Dark Dawns that could speak if they were a level D, they always seemed so cocky when it came to their powers, but that was simply due to their lack of knowledge. Falo was aware that he was not the strongest Dark Dawn, but he was one of the few remaining vampires from his time. He had killed his lover, and besides several others he did not know many people that were as old as him. Though demons on the other hand retained age like it was pointless, the hour glass which spun for all creatures seemed to forget about those creatures, he had told the Keepers many things about those that were kept within the Dublin cave, those creatures of the strongest that escaped first and met with the Author.

He knew of four level S classes and possibly one that was beyond that. The Author. Looking into the red glimmer of the glass, he thought about a few things in his mind. Sighing he regretted to allow his mind to travel into such foreboding manners and took a sip from his glass.