Fantasy The Real Heroes Are The Friends You Made Along The Way (Characters)

[Sensei Fox]

Characters here. Skeleton below.

[Appearance Image]​

Appearance Description:

Name:

Nicknames/Titles

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Hero Class: (Something like Warrior, Mage, Archer. You can use any title you like, have fun with it.)

Guild: (If you are in one)

Personality:

Backstory: (Who summoned you? Why? How long ago? What adventures have you been on? Who were you before you were summoned?)

Equipment:

Magic Type: (Choose an element or motif. Examples are in the Lore page but you can make your own, just hit me up with your ideas)

Rumors: (Write two good things about your character, two bad things, and one thing that is entirely false. These will appear as rumors in game about your character.)

Special Ability: (Every hero has one. What makes you special?)

Other: (Theme music? Quotes? Dark secrets? add them here.)

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

Appearance Description: Cora has amber eyes and long, messy black hair. she stands at 5'7" and 140 lbs of muscle. While not bulky she is very muscular. In addition she has wolf ears, tail, and claws.

Name: Cora Blakesley

Nicknames/Titles: Cor, Master of beast, The chimera whisperer, Cora the wolf, Cora the vicious

Age: 27

Gender: female

Sexuality: Hetero

Hero Class: Beast tamer

Guild: Heroes guild

Personality: The shortest way to describe Cora is loud and feisty. She's got a fairly large appetite and a strong tolerance for alcohol. She almost always speaks her mind, seeming to lack a filter or control over her own volume. She's quick to anger and not one for apologizing. She's also not one to ever take 'no' as an answer when she wants something, either getting into a fight or just attempting to be sneaky in order to get her way; results may vary.
It is also said she has a 'mother bear' complex, being fiercely loyal and protective of those she cares about, at current mostly being her beasts. She can also almost always be seen carrying around a chimera cub, born to her chimera about 3 months ago.

Backstory: Before being summoned to this world Cora was a fairly normal person. She was in college, studying to be a vet. On the weekends she took kickboxing classes and went out drinking at parties. She had friends, though they'd typically have to drag her out of trouble when she would get to drunk. One night after drinking a bit too much passed out the second she got home. Back then she wasn't so fiesty, but since being her she's discovered what racism personally feels like, which has rightfully made her a bit jaded.
Cora was summoned by one of the nature spirits in order to help protect the monsters being hunted, particularly those that might be used destroy the world. At the time she thought it was a dream; the spirit appeared before her as a large black wolf that spoke to her. It said that it would lend her the power to speak with creatures of the land and lend her it's strength. She then awoke in grassy field in Britestalia. clutched in her hand was an ornate blowing horn.
It wasn't long before she was confronted by an adolescent Chimera. In her attempt to keep the beast at bay she found that the chimera seemed to clearly understand her. While she couldn't understand it she could sense it's feelings and intention. With her new companion by her side she traveled around, learning to fight alongside the chimera and making some animal friends along the way, namely a pack of wolves. After around 6 months she has found out about the heroes guild from another adventurer that she met in the forest. It's been a year since she joined the guild, having since tamed a griffin and her chimera having given birth.

Equipment: She carried a short sword, but mostly just uses it for show. She has a pouch full of her money. her armor is fairly minimal and light. Finally she has a magical blowing horn that allows her to call to any of the creatures she's tamed to come to her aid.

Magic Type: She has the innate ability to speak to animals and monsters, being able to understand their feeling and intentions.

Rumors: Cora once managed to free as few slaves from Bara. Cora once beat one her fellow adventures in a drinking contest, nearly emptying the local tavern as they did.
Don't gamble with Cora, she's a notorious cheater. Once Cora was so mad she nearly destroyed a shop that refused to sell to her in Lihamland.
Someone once proposed to Cora, she killed them.

Special Ability: beast strength- she fights with the same ferocity of the most vicious beast, favoring fighting with her claws that haven't yet met something they can't rip into. She's quick and resilient.

Other: She has a weakness for shiny things.
Her current tamed beasts are: Anil- M Griffin, Irine- F Chimera, Bri- F Chimera cub, Fen & Rem- F&M wolf

Spoiler: Her armor

Minus the gauntlets

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Appearance Description:
Standing at 6'2 and weighs around 177lbs. If anyone describes their man to have a muscular body, brown clean cut hair and red eye irises with a slashed scar on his left eye. That's not their man, that's Archimal. As basic as a human can get, if not only for his rather easy-on-the-eyes appearance. No tattoos present nor a single strand of facial hair on his chin. Usually seen wearing collar shirts and well-sewn work pants.

Name:
Archimal F. Lefebvre

Alias:
"Maalik Nebuchadnizar"

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Hetero

Guild:
Heroes Guild

Hero Class:
Rescue Warrior- A warrior class specifically appears in rescue missions (Search and rescue, House fires and Hero unit rescue)

Personality:
Chippered and well mannered. Always on his ever smiling confident face, he is never seen in his most darkest face. Such demeanor can bring even the most shy to talk to him. Loyal to his fellow loved ones and friends but not to an extent where consequences can affect him and others greatly. Truthfully good nature who hides his fears and frustrations under the rug. He always help to those in need for he is a changed man. He was not always the saint he is known to be but things have changed for the recent. It's almost mysterious...

Backstory:
Born in Ceria, Bara is the place he grew up in. An only son with parents whom reeks of material greed. Living in the life of blind riches and luxury. The boy's life was destined to be the next heir to the family business of Lefebvre Mines. In his early youth he was noticed to be a gifted scholar, passing education faster than most students of his age. At age 12 he discovered his magical abilities are more well tuned in ice, just like his mother's. Life in Bara was different to him than those who tell outside of it. His viewpoint on one of Bara's most issued controversy is on Demi-human slavery was blinded by Bara's influence. His parents were confident that the boy will not turn down the mining business as he is already washed into Bara's corrupted mindset. The teenage boy lived on without a care in the world. He saw the other races as inferior and even abuse his powers of ice magic and position to punish the demi-humans.

The Lefebvre Mining was a recognized mining company whom uses Demi-humans to mine the dangerous caves. at age 20 he was given a position to watch over the demi-human slaves. He watched them being treated like animals than fellow men, Ceria's heavenly riches striped from the earth itself and years of tolerated suffering aged with him. His empty stare watched over the mines one day. His vision of a great company in the future was all in his mind.

Until his selfish cold heart had felt a great burn from a reality unfolded before his eyes. A young demi-human waking her father who had collapsed on the ground. A guard punishing the youngling with physical kicking like a dog. This shaking feeling of guilt and realization sent him to fit of rage attempt to stop the officer. This heated conflict ended on a violent result. He stole the man's weapon of punishment. A blunt iron Morningstar mace that he took from the near-death man. The news of his irrational violence was delivered to his parents quickly, confronting their son to speak to him. Archimal's eyes were opened to harsh reality and he must leave immediately. The confrontation was at the near edge of Bara as he tried to leave. Not wanting to harm his parents either, he was conflicted. He knew if he stayed his sin will grow and if he leaves, he will be free. A blast of cold ice was shot directly at his own mother and the mace he stole struck to his father's head in attempt to incapacitate them. Before he was truly free, his father left a parting gift with him a scar to his his left eye. He wasn't heard of outside of Ceria for two years. He was presumed dead and forgotten already. He was found again a year after in the Hero guild under the name of "Maalik Nebuchadnizar" as a guild chef/part time hero.

Equipment:
Clean leather gloves- Used in certain scenarios. Sometimes he needs his hands clean.

Belt satchel- Four separate pockets for small item storage.

Iron Morningstar- A mace hardly seen being wielded by Archimal. It's well polished metal texture with a rose symbol engraved and blunted pegs on the sphere is what separates it from the other Morningstars. It has no magical properties whatsoever.

Magic Type: Ice, although it serves more as a support magic than a weaponized one. Often used as armor for himself or a small wall as a barrier, sometimes used to entrap targets by freezing them in place. His ice magic has a short range and can only be channeled through his hands.

Rumors:
+Maalik secretly donates to local charity
+He was seen teaching in a local children's school
-He is still biased against Demi-humans
-Maalik refuses to go on any rescue missions near or in Bara.
*He is married

Special Ability:
Frostborne- Having the powers of ice still has it's perks even in a passive state. While not too noticeable, Maalik is lasts longer in the heat than most humans. High immunity to frost type magic and environments. He utilizes this to regulate temperature in his body. Having frost related powers also lets him absorb coldness with the cost of the weakening of his body for stronger magic.

Other:
*While lacking the training in magic, he does excel at heavy melee weaponry.
*Despite having a slash on his eye. He is luckily not blinded.
*He was given a special role by the guild to be rescue type warrior as he requested so. Approved as he was shown that he can rescue while still be the cook of the guild.

"Greetings, dashing as always today are we? Don't worry! Sit down, i'll cook you something real quick."

 

[Bloody_Death]

Appearance Description: Bonnie has bright Ocean-Blue eyes and long purplish-white hair. She stands at a whopping 5’1 and weighs 144 pounds. Her somewhat pettiness figure is nothing but a ruse that hides the monster strength that she has. She also has a small anchor tattoo placed right behind her right ear and plenty of old faded scars on her arms from previous battles.

Name: Bonnie Ferrari

Nicknames/Titles:

• Bonbon (She despises this name)
• Ice-Cold Blacksmith (Doesn’t mind it but prefers her actual name)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hero Class: Weapon specialist- A warrior that is proficient in several different weapons along with having extensive knowledge of weapon structure and creation.

Guild: Heroes Guild

Personality: Bonnie is a bit rough around the edges often giving the cold shoulder to people she doesn’t know and doesn’t bother to try and know. She won’t go out of her way to start a fight with someone- but is more than happy to if she gets provoked, which isn’t hard to do, or gets challenged. Despite her ice-cold exterior, she is capable of feeling some emotions other than bored and angry. She tends to feel bad if something she says or does hurts someone’s feelings. She might not feel bad enough to try and apologize, as she believes if she did it they probably deserved it, but will feel bad enough to not do it again. For a while that is.

Backstory: Before being summoned Bonnie was a somewhat average girl who grew up in a very high-crime community. It was very common for everyone, even teenagers, to carry around some sort of weapon or firearm while walking around in the streets. Within that city, Bonnie owned a small but successful weapon’s shop. Where she made, repaired, and customized any sort of weapon or firearm. Her show was successful for two reasons. First was that everything she made was of high quality. And the next was that anyone who entered or was in the general area of her shop was safe for the most part. Any sorta trouble that brewed around her shop was put to a stop by Bonnie herself. She tolerated no sort of trouble that could harm her business or customers.

One fateful day she was visited by a strange stranger. Stranger than the usual weirdos she found in her shop. They didn’t do anything except look weird so she allowed the stranger to shop. After spending the entire day in her shop they simply picked up a single blade and offered to pay her with a simple pendant. She was honestly, about to kick the ever-loving crap out of the stranger but was actually quite fond of the piece of jewelry she was offered. So she accepted the offer and simply warned that they better bring money next time if they don’t want to be kicked out. With that, the stranger left and she closed up shop to head to sleep for the night. The next day she woke and was quick to realize she wasn’t at her house. She was in the middle of nowhere. She had been summoned but by who or what is something she never found out. Being completely flabbergasted by waking up in this strange environment she took a moment to collect her thoughts and head off to the nearby town in the distance.

Months later and Bonnie’s still taking refuge in the strange world. She had joined some sorta guild shortly after her arrival, she can’t recall the name, for a way for her to earn some money for herself. Her work ranged from deliveries to hunting requests, to making weapons for others, to several other random requests. Bonnie hasn’t really traveled anywhere since her arrival. Whenever she did travel anywhere it was for a request she accepted. So when she wasn’t working she was training herself in various weapons she hadn’t seen before along with reading and learning about the land of Ceria and about the new magic she figured out she had.

Equipment:

• Her trusty battle-axe that’s strapped on her back at all times.
• A medium messenger bag with several pockets and a cartoon character on it.
• Various types of switchblades and daggers.
• Her favorite hat. She wears it everywhere she goes.

Magic Type: Earth. She uses her earth magic as more of a support for her weapons and movement.

Rumors:

• Has made or worked on the majority of weapons used by people in her guild. (Good)
• Heads to the local library to read and teach children in her free time. (Good)
• Refuses to offer her services to anyone she simply doesn’t like. (Bad)
• She once punched right through a solid brick wall in a fit of rage. (Bad)
• She’s able to tell the future. (False)

Special Ability: Hyper Awareness- Being able to take notice of slight and sudden movements around her and then react either by dodging and/or blocking in a fraction of a second from when she noticed it.

Other:

• Often spends her free time training or reading.
• Finds Children absolutely adorable.
• Her beloved hat was a gift from her father.

“If you aren’t buying anything then we're done here. Thanks.”
"Call me that cursed name one more time and I'll make sure you never talk again."

 

[IG42]

Appearance Description: Despite standing at only 5'9" he makes an imposing figure with scales covering much of his body, wing membranes under his arms, spiked tail and clawed hands and feet.

Name: Leon Ransom

Nicknames/Titles: Redwing, Tielzrath, The Blood Dragon

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hero Class: Dragon Knight

Guild: N/A

Personality: Leon is that guy from the saying "if you want a job done in the most efficient way possible give it the lazy person" he'll come up with genius methods to do as little work as humanly possible to keep himself living comfortably and save the rest of his energy to mess around and enjoy himself instead, to many though he appears as a delinquent who could barely be bothered to roll out of bed in the morning.

While not the type to engage in premeditated acts of heroism without financial motivation he has a moral streak which makes him unable to walk away from someone in a bad situation he happens upon, a trait he complains about endlessly to himself.

Backstory: Long ago the mighty and terrible dragon Tielzrath blazed a path of destruction across the eastern regions of Ceria becoming known as 'The Blood Dragon' on account of his red scales as well as his massive body count, in time as with many such tales a band of brave heroes rose up and cast down the beast consigning him to the pages of history and legends.

Centuries later a cult of dragon worshippers floundering under pressure from the Inquisitors and The Beholden performed a ritual to resurrect the soul of their 'God of Destruction' by summoning the perfect vessel from another world, they were understandably rather confused and disappointed when the 'perfect vessel' turned out to be a skinny human but pressed on regardless.

Which is where Leon entered the scene having been snatched away from his normal life with a normal office job in the late stages of a marathon gaming session in a fantasy game. Finding himself in the middle of a summoning circle surrounded by chanting people in funny cloaks he was barely able to ask himself if he had simply fallen asleep in front of his computer before the next stage of ritual began, as the dragon's soul was forced into his body it transformed him into his current form. Before the process could be completed and Leon's own consciousness could be displaced The Beholden attacked the cultist's sanctum interrupting the ritual leaving Leon in control and Tielzrath's mind failed to awaken.

Amid the confusion a small group of the cultists helped Leon escape and he spent the next few weeks pretending to be Tielzrath reborn and playing along with his new worshippers learning all he could about the world he had been so suddenly dropped into, once he had reached his tolerance for creepy worship and appeals to rain destruction from on high upon people.

Aware that he hadn't made the best first impression on the Ghoslandian orthodoxy Leon fled across the western border into the Mihandian Empire and wandered from place to place doing odd adventurer jobs while trying to pass himself off as a rare type of demi-human with mixed success, gaining a reputation for descending from the sky to rescue travellers from bandits or monsters he became known as Redwing.

Despite his growing fame Leon remained independent of any guild and continued to roam as word of the revived Blood Dragon spread throughout the occult underbelly of Ceria.

Equipment:

• Light leather chestplate
• Hooded poncho
• Smoking pipe
• Smartphone (dead)

Magic Type: Fire (naturally)

Rumors:

• 'Inventor' of the poncho.
• Collects his own shed scales to sell.
• Occasionally influenced by the mind of the dormant dragon
• Smokes a pipe with sometimes suspicious herbs
• Actually The Blood Dragon reborn come to lay waste to the unfaithful

Special Ability: Leon's transformed body grants him greater than normal strength, fire breath, the ability to fly and scales capable of warding off moderate blows from blades.

Other: "Stop grovelling at me!"
"Yes she's quite the looker, no I do not need proof she's a maiden, no I'm not going to eat her. No I'm not going to eat anybody!"

 

[Megilagor]

Appearance Description:

Viole has grey eyes and long dark brown hair tied in a single ponytail with bangs covering his eyes.
Viole stands at 5’11’’ and weighs 160lbs. Despite being a martial artist Viole is a skinny person with not many muscles showing.

Name: Viole Grace Emrys

Nicknames/Titles: Bandit Hunter, Bloody Grace, The Fae's Spiritualist

Age:23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

Hero Class: Martial Artist

Guild: Heroes guild

Personality:

Viole is cold and uncaring to most people but towards his friends, he is kind and caring. The one thing all can say about Viole is that he is loyal and always keeps his promise.
He has a hard time making new friends since he fears losing them. He tends to turn vengeful and merciless towards people who betray him or hurt his friends.

Backstory:

Viole was a simple kid from a run-down orphanage in the slums managed by an elderly priest. Viole was a gloomy and lonely child he would often get picked on by other kids.
When Viole turned 12 he was adopted by a scary old guy at whose sight most of the adults would just run away.
As soon he learned the old man was a member of the local mafia and not just any member but the bosses right-hand men.
From that moment forth Viole’s days were filled with violence, crime, training with the other members of the family, and what he found weird playing chess with the boss.
Before he knew it years went by and Viole was now an official member of the family and has been given the name Grace by the boss as he said “From now on you are known as Viole Grace Emrys I've got high hopes of you kid.”.
Since then Viole kept on working for the mafia but not as a simple goon but as one of the officers.
At some point, the HQ of the family was raided by the police and he was the only one who managed to escape, having no other place to return to.
He went to the orphanage where he was raised to ask the elderly priest for a favor. But as soon as he opened the doors to the orphanage he was blinded by a big bright flash and fell unconscious. When he woke up he was in the middle of a dark forest, he soon realized he wasn't alone there on a tree stump was sitting a beautiful young lady with wings like a butterfly, confused he asked only one question “How the hell did I get here and who are you?”.
The lady simply answered without moving her lips “I'm the one who summoned you here. I'm what you would call fae or more accurately a spriggan. You are probably wondering why I summoned you here. The reason is simple for my amusement and to give you a second chance at life that is. But it wouldn't be fun if you just died after getting out of the forest now would it so I'm granting you a boon in the form of a fae’s favor. Now go and leave the forest and live a fascinating life since I'll be watching you.”
As soon as she said that Viole appeared outside of the forest with a medium rucksack by his side on the rucksack laid a note “Take those they should be helpful to you, also you should head to the nearest town it should be north of where I left you. Signed Morgana.'' After reading the note Viole took a quick look at what was inside and took off. He spent 1 year since coming to this world, beating bandits senseless and ‘borrowing’ some money from them while returning the rest to those they robbed from while collecting information about the world in which he now resided.
At some point, an adventurer came up to him saying “You're doing nice work with those bandits would you like to join our guild. It's like a family you know.''
As soon as Viole heard the word family he decided to follow said adventurer to see what his ‘family’ looked like and if it was worth joining but upon arriving at the guild he was taken in by the sight.
It was just like his family, maybe rowdier than his at that point he didn't even think as he shouted at full lung capacity “Where can I register here to join you guys?”. From that day on Viole was a member of the guild but for him, it was his new family which he promised to protect.

Equipment:

• Padded armor
• Long black coat with a hood
• Small silver dagger
• A belt with a few pouches
• Medium rucksack
• A necklace with an ocarina hanging from it

Magic Type: Augmentation- It allows him to temporarily augment the power of his body or weapon, via infusing them with magical power or elemental power.

Rumors:

+ In his free time he can be seen teaching local kids and new adventures martial arts.​

+ He patrols the streets every night while softly playing the ocarina.​

- In the mornings you can find him wandering around the graveyard and talking to himself.​

- Someone once hurt greatly one of his close friend, the men who did it was found crippled the very next day.​

* He is a prominent member of the black market.​

Special Ability:

Fae’s Favor- It enables him to tap into the ancestral power of the fae that have departed from this world.​

Allowing him to infuse elements into his attacks and extend his strikes, while also giving him access to healing magic.​

Additional effects include the ability to speak with animals and departed Fae.​

The side effect of this ability is a severe weakness to iron akin to werewolf's weakness of silver.​

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Other:

*Viole doesn't use weapons most of the time since he finds it cowardly.​

*Viole thinks of the guild as his own family but he dislikes showing it.​

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“You might think of me as a cruel person but I don't care about my image. The only thing I care about is protecting my new family.”​

“No one and I mean no one messes with my family since if you did mess with them you would have to face my wrath. ”​

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(Sorry for the backstory being a big block of text I will try to make it more readable once I have the time for it)​

 

[Sludge]

Daichi is an unremarkable Japanese High school student. He wants to be popular except his presence is so thin that hardly anyone ever notices him.

Name: Daichi Amagi

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Hero Class:
Rogue

Guild: -

Appearance Description:
Daichi is one-point-six meters tall. Muscle mass zero. Glasses prescription of minus-three-point-zero.

(Also his favorite subject is math but that's not the point)

He is the kinda guy who blends in with the surroundings the moment you let your eyes off him. No need for camo, there is just something about Daichi that makes it easy to forget he is there.

Personality:

Daichi is that one quiet kid in class who is always around to listen to others talk but stays as quiet as a fish himself. Overall Daichi is pragmatic and capable. He tends to solve problems before others realize there is a problem and he isn't usually brave enough to take the credit for it.

Backstory: (TLDR at the bottom)

Daichi was summoned a couple of weeks ago. It went like this.

He stayed at school late to help their homeroom teacher sort out the club application forms. The student in charge of it had called in sick and the teacher wasn't around so... Someone had to do it.

Empty classroom. The evening sky was casting long purple shadows over the desks. Daichi leaned over a piece of paper on his desk and readied his pen. What he was about to do took a lot of concentration. More than you'd think.

The pen scratched against the paper. A line, a few more and, finally, another signature was forged. At this point he had gotten pretty good at imitating the teacher's handwriting.

As he put away the last application form he lifted his eyes up from the desk and saw... a wide tree trunk. His eyes followed it upwards towards the blue sky hidden between the canopy. Pinus Strobus. A very large pine tree.

The classroom was gone and now there were trees all around him. The desk vanished too, along with the application forms. Daichi found himself in the middle of forest, very confused and slightly terrified.

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He would soon find out that he had been summoned to one of the forests surrounding Britestalia where he was soon found by a passing group of adventurers. It wasn't clear as to who did the summonning or why. The adventurers felt empathetic towards the boy's situation. One of them was kind enough to offer him a place to stay.

The adventurer's name was Rolo, a young man who worked as a hunter but would sometimes join adventurer parties as a guide. He introduced Daichi to his family and suggested that the boy helps him out on his hunts. That way he could earn his stay and maybe learn a thing or two.

When he asked Rolo if he could become an adventurer, Rolo quickly shot down the idea.

"Have you ever seen an Orc? Now then, a three-hundred-pound mass of rage and muscle throws itself towards you. Whatcha gonna do, pal? Adventurers have to deal with things like that all the time," he said. "And sure, any guild will take in a summoned hero. But you are, what, sixteen? Seventeen? Without any combat experience? Pah! Forget about it. Now now, help me dissect this massive monster bear. I think it has a person in its belly."

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TLDR: Daichi was summoned to a forest near Briestalia where he met a hunter who took him in as an apprentice. He is excited at the thought of maybe becoming an adventurer but the hunter is against it.

Equipment:

• Hunting crossbow
• Quiver with bolts
• Knife
• Green cape, leather boots
• School uniform (in a pretty bad shape at this point)

Magic Type:
Wind. Ever since the summoning, some strange whimsical entity took a liking to him. It aids him in casting powerful wind magic but only when it feels like it.

Rumors:
+ Was seen a few times hanging around one of the Heroes Guild offices
- The hunter who took in Daichi has Dranderan surname.
? Your majesty, there is a good chance this boy is a spy.

(Daichi hasn't been in this world for long so it's not like that many people know him)

Special Ability:
Focus. Ever since he came to this world he felt like his mind was unusually clear. He is able to make good judgements even in the most stressful situations.