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Dulga Tarata


Dulga steadied her breath as Mina went for the blood choke. While Dulga wasn't familiar with those techniques, she understood the concept of what Mina was attempting. It made Dulga lightheaded for a little while but she was able to maintain her strength despite the situation thanks to her well practiced breathing techniques, allowing her to remain calm despite the situation. The moment Mina stopped her attempt at choking Dulga to free herself, Dulga slammed her arm down onto the ground to help propel herself back to her feet. Once standing Mina was like a doll to Dulga. However Dulga didn't want to keep Mina close too long less she try and take Dulga down again, so the giant girl simple tossed Mina away. Or rather, she threw her towards the ground, practically slamming Mina down.

Dulga took a few steps back and got into a defensive stance. Quietly she chastised herself; if this was against a real villain, Dulga would've been dead by now. She'd either have her throat ripped out or her head smashed in. Dulga knew she was suppose to hold back against Mina, but at the same time Dulga couldn't just let herself fall to simple martial arts. It would be embarrassing if she met her end at the hands of a mildly competent but otherwise underpowered thug over a super powered villain. Not only that, but for a moment Dulga's mind drifted to the swordsman she was after. Surely his martial arts were far greater than Mina's. If Dulga couldn't even beat her, she'd have no chance against him.

@Silver Carrot
Kyra spent most of her time at the camp's makeshift range, practicing her archery or adjusting her bow. Or at least that's what she wanted the others to think. Not only was she trying to gauge the abilities of most of the camp's soldiers but she was watching out for the party. As more cultist arrived most didn't seem to know much about Kyra and her friends, but she did notice a few individuals who looked more important than your rank-and-file bandit or soldier. Either their robes were more intricate or they had some sort of dragon claw ornament on their person; similar to some members of the camp who ordered around lesser cultists. They could be dangerous but also useful. Their highly notable regalia could be used as a disguise; no one would question someone higher up on the command after all. Kyra would try to find Parum and pass this information along.

"More cultists arrived. A few wearing dragon claws. Looks valuable, don't it?"

As more people arrived Kyra felt goosebumps on he arms. They needed to hurry up and get out of here, and not just because Kyra was growing more and more tempted to sabotage the place. More cultists meant more eyes on them, which will make it harder for them to try and escape. And when night falls, Kyra was certain that one or two people will be specifically assigned to watch over them to make sure they aren't up to anything at night. With nothing else to say Kyra just stayed near Parum for now. She's basically scoped out most of the camp that she could walk around, and later she'll try and get some supplies that could help their escape. Namely some flint-and-steel and maybe an oil flash or two.

Dulga Tarata


Dulga felt her punches connect, but she also felt the impact getting pulled away; seemed like Mina was rolling with the punches. Dulga knew the errors of her actions as soon as Mina grabbed onto her hand and swept her foot; Dulga tried to stand her ground but all she succeeded in doing was giving Mina the rigid foundation she needed to sweep Dulga onto her back. Dulga was at least able to tuck her chin in so she didn't bounce her head off the ground as Mina was quick to go into a mount. Dulga wasn't sure what Mina intended to do from here but if she wanted to bring things to the ground, Dulga would happily oblige.

Bringing her upper two arms in to block her head and upperbody, Dulga's other two pairs of arms went to grab Mina again. The one hand that Mina had grabbed, Dulga turned her wrist to grab Mina's arm too, locking the two together. The other paired hand went to grab at Mina's foot, knowing that Dulga could easily lift and throw Mina once she has a grip onto her. The other two hands shot towards Mina's head to grab her from behind the neck and pull her close, preferably right into Dulga's elbows. At the same time Dulga tried to brace her feet onto the ground; as soon as she could get a free hand underneath her, she could easily lift herself, and Mina, off the ground and resume a stand-up fight.

@Silver Carrot

Dulga Tarata


When Mina arrived and took her stance, Dulga raised her fists up. She copied her father’s own fighting stance. Something she remembered when she saw him fighting Kensai. Mina attacked first throwing a few light punches Dulga’s way. She knew they were light when one of the strikes hit her abdomen; barely hard enough for Dulga to register it. She only bothered to protect her face by swiping Mina’s hand away. ”She’s prodding my defenses.”

Dulga couldn’t let Mina build up momentum. Mina was fast; if Dulga doesn’t take her down soon Mina would just dance circles around Dulga. So Dulga tried to grab Mina, one hand going for her shirt and another teaching her shirt. Regardless if Dulga grabbed Mina, she reared her fists back before throwing three powerful right haymakers to slam the Mina into the ground. Hard enough to leave a bruise or even break some bones if all three connect.

@Silver Carrot

Dulga Tarata


After that fateful day in hero training, Dulga's days had been rather calm and uneventful. She did her school work when she felt like it, trained regularly, and maintained her equipment at all times. She didn't really bother to socialize with others; while she appreciates the offers and was slowly starting to become less distant, Dulga never showed more emotions than mild discomfort towards others. Even when she's around Kaida, Dulga is at best calm. But she keeps her own happiness inside. Today, Dulga had stopped by the school's library to check out a book on martial arts. As strange as it was, she wanted to learn a few techniques. And while finding a teacher would be more efficient Dulga didn't want to reveal the reasons behind this research: she wanted to learn how to counter it. Guns and careful planning could foil any strength, but she wasn't so naive as to think that she will always have the advantage like that. If there was one thing Dulga knew from her time battling, it's that she lacks the power or technique to truly overwhelm anyone. And thus she studies.

As Dulga was reading she heard someone come her way. Looking over the pages of her book she saw it was Mina. Already knowing what she wanted Dulga closed her book and put it into her bag. When Mina asked for the spar Dulga simply pointed towards the gymnasium. "We'll use one of the training rooms at the gym. We should have our privacy there." Dulga walked over to the gym and scanned her card into the room. Checking in will make sure everyone else will know that the room is occupied so no one inadvertently comes in and bothers her and Mina while they're training. At least no one who didn't have the sense to read the rather obvious sign that said "training in progress".

There was a small room off to the side where Dulga and Mina could change into their workout clothes. Dulga went inside and changed into something similar to her hero outfit, albeit without any armor. She wore heavy boots, thick pants, and a tight, strong shirt that covered her chest but left her back exposed for her arms to come out. Dulga even took her mask and cloak off. When Dulga passed a mirror she paused and looked at her face. It was pale, albino. Except for the fleshy burns on the left side of her face. Dulga turned away; she didn't need to think about it right now. Her past didn't matter at the moment and Dulga knew that Mina wouldn't care for it. Perhaps she might be curious about it, but that shouldn't stop Mina from holding back. Dulga knew she couldn't.

While everyone was giving Mina pity over her beating at Amane's hands, Dulga kept her distance and never really brought it up around Mina. What some people might've overlooked was that despite the odds, Mina kept going. People might pity her knowing that she was outmatched from the start, but then again if she had ran away from him, what sort of hero would she have been? After all if the heroes run and hide, who will be left to fight? Granted Mina could've have fought better and everyone knew that. Dulga could respect Mina's tenacity but her tactics needs much improvement. But Dulga will get to see if Mina has really learned from the experience, or if Dulga would need to beat it into Mina's head about how she should take on an enemy who can overwhelm her by force.

Dulga waited at the center of the training room for Mina. There wouldn't really be much to say; as soon as Mina was ready, Dulga will attack. She thought about maybe going over some rules for this bout, but at the same time Dulga felt that Mina wouldn't need something as basic as "don't kill each other" and "give it your all". Dulga didn't have her weapons with her so she didn't need to worry about shooting Mina somewhere lethal. And Mina has already shown that she's much tougher than she looks. Dulga didn't feel like she had to worry about holding back against Mina. That would be disrespectful for the girl anyways.

"Not much to say. When you're ready just attack. We can stop whenever you feel like it."

@Silver Carrot
Kyra listened to Parum's plan and nodded her head. She was getting tired of sitting around on her thumbs anyways. "Works for me. I think I might know where you're talking about, so I'll keep eyes out on anyone looking for us." Before everyone would leave Kyra took her fingers to her lips and made a whistle that sounded like a bird call. "My father taught me that for hunting. It's a bird call we use to signal when we found prey. I'll use it to let you know if anyone might be coming." Kyra could do a few more whistles, but without some time to let them listen to each one they probably wouldn't realize the subtle differences between them. Or at least everyone but Torus wouldn't. He seems to know his way around animals.

As the group split up Kyra left the tent to keep an eye around the camp. See how many people were coming and who might be eying her and her team. She knew there were a few so she kept an eye on them and needed to think of a few ways to distract them when it was time. Perhaps setting a tent on fire or poisoning the water. Something big that would need their attention. Kyra had a slight smile on her face just thinking about it but then she hid it. She can't let her intentions be known. Yet.

I think now would be a good time for our team to get together and try to figure something out, sans Brannor of course.
@Caits

Cool. Well, I imagine that Alya would just sorta stumble upon a group on a job and end up tagging along since she'll be useful or something. It would really depend on the mission. She isn't part of a guild since she isn't sure of any that would accept her. Or maybe there's a quest to go after her because someone thinks she stole something, but she proves otherwise?
@Caits

It’s cool Cait, just keep me in the loop for stuff.
Name: Alya The Psychic Symphony
Age: 23
Birthday: July 22
Magic: Mental Music - When Alya plays her songs, she can manipulate the minds of those who hear her. It works best on those of either weak will or simply not paying attention to her specifically. When under the effect of her songs, she is able to sense their thoughts and see into the minds of anyone listening to her. She can also alter their perceptions to create illusions, make them hear things (Or not hear specific things), and even make them feel pain but not physically injure them. Her strongest spell is being able to outright mind control someone, however this only works on one person at a time, requires an intense amount of concentration, and can be broken by those of sufficiently strong enough will, especially if they have to do something they would normally be against (like fighting their friends or jumping into a lake).
Magic Level: B
History:
Alya was raised in a monastery, her parents unknown to her. When the monks found her, all they knew for certain was that she was carefully hidden inside a box of peaches. The monastery that raised her were called the Harmonious Sect, a group of monks who used music based magic. They had powerful spells hidden in their monastery and most of the monks where there to protect it, but overtime the secret of those spells were lost, either destroyed to make sure no one ever learned them or simply forgotten. Thus they began to just take in wayward children, the homeless, and other dredges of society and try to reform them with music and spiritualism. Alya was one such orphans. Among the children she always had a gifted talent with the magic side of her music, but feared standing out among her fellow peers. She always hears about their scorn behind her back, how they dismiss her abilities and belittle her competence. Even her teachers, when they weren't trying to make her a standard, were strict on her and demanded the best since she was better then the other students.

Her only refuge was playing her music to travelers who would visit the monastery. They would often stop by to seek safety for the night, or were attacked by bandits and needed protection. Alya looked for any excuse to leave the monastery and would often volunteer to escort these people to wherever they needed to go. Eventually when she was sixteen, after she felt she had mastered everything the monks could teach her, she went on a job to escort some mages to a major city and she never returned to the monastery. There she was hoping that her unique skills and abilities would finally allow her to shine. But instead it only taught Alya that at the monastery, she was a big fish in a small pond. In the world of mages where all types of magic is used and practiced, she was just a drop in the bucket.

Alya had a hard time surviving on her own in the city. She was naive to most of the typical rules of the city, and often she got robbed because she put too much trust in strangers. But she learned quick and utilized her talents the best she could. Her soft heart harden ad she learned to use her magic to manipulate others. At first it was just to get them to even listen to her songs, but then she started to use her magic to make them her puppets. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous and if she wasn't careful she'd make a lot of enemies, so she didn't stay in town for long. Alya became a traveling musician who used her magic to "help soothe the wounded and weary", but often would use her magic to con people out of their money or get her favors. But there are times that she does use her magic for genuine good too. She just has to find a good balance between doing what she believes is right, and being able to survive on her own without a home or family.

Personality:
Alya is something of an actor. She can be nice and kind but truthfully quite selfish and vicious, but at the same time she isn't lying either. She wants to be kind and generous to her friends but she doesn't have many friends, and she's been betrayed so much that she naturally distrust strangers even if they're kind to her. She can pretend to play along but really only look out for herself, and she would try to avoid trouble if she can help it. But deep down she wants to do good and if she really thinks someone is in need of help, she'll often try either in secret or openly.

Guild and guild mark location: Alya isn't in a Guild. She thought about joining one, but she thinks that how she uses her magic to con people out of their money is dishonorable and isn't sure if any Guild would want her if they found out.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good at sensing lies and deceptions even without her magic letting her into people's thoughts.
2. Can multitask playing her instrument and fighting with ease and grace.
3. Very agile and capable of slipping out of tight situations or dancing while she preforms.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Relies entirely on her magic to fight. If her enemies can't hear her magic she doesn't have any physical way of taking her opponents down.
2. Alya isn't that tough too. She relies a lot on dodging attacks and keeping her distance and if her enemies have her trapped she's done for.
3. Alya never trusts anyone and would be the first to betray them if she thinks they're going to do something to her. She's paranoid especially when she doesn't show it, so anyone who knows her shouldn't rely on her.

Greatest Love: None at the moment.
Motivation: Right now Alya just wants to be able to survive on her own. She doesn't really know what she'd do with herself once she can do this.
Appearance:

Additional Details: Alya has a slight reputation as a minstrel, to the point that she has been invited to play at various venues for rich and powerful people. However the rumors of her magic has also spread so if one keeps tabs on traveling musicians, they might want to keep and eye on Alya. Alya of course spins the rumors around and claims that it's just jealous minstrels who don't like that she does mix her music and magic together, instead of just being a pure musician.

Alya can use her voice to activate her magic if she's singing though she prefers using an instrument. Her preferred instrument is a Koto. With her magic however she can make her koto sound like anything, even multiple instruments or other people's voices if she needs vocals. In music circles she's known as the "Psychic Symphony" because of how her music resonates in the mind instead of just the ears.
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