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4,400 | 107 | 55 | 1,585 | 1,028 | Kal Jaf'lo
The Mandalorian bounty hunter had been in his room shaving his face with his knife when the ship entered the asteroid field and started to bounce off every rock in it's way. This resulted in the blade slipping and giving Kal's face a fresh new cut that would just refuse to stop bleeding no matter how much he blotted at it. This did not help Kal's mood, since he was already in a bad mood from this morning when he realized that he had not been paid for last month meaning that he had a bone to pick with the dear captain. Wasting no time once the cannons started blasting the rocks away from the ship, he slipped the blade back into his armor and grabbing his helmet off the table before leaving the room.
"Where has that slippery bastard made off to." Kal muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway toward the bridge. On his way to the cockpit he heard some voices and looked around the corner to see Siliscus berating a Trandoshian about some battlestations or something. It did not matter to him as all he needed was his money which was all he thought about as he hefted his helmet under his arm before turning the corner and heading toward the pair.
"Siliscus, I need to speak to you right now. It is an important matter that can't wait." | Character sheet
Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness
Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo
Race: Mandalorian
Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates
Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line.
Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck.
Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body.
EE-3 Carbine Rifle
Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm
Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between
A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi
K-11 Blaster Pistols
Electrified bolas for capturing a target
Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet
Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees
Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim. |
4,401 | 107 | 56 | 1,886 | 369 | Location:Mazitec: Alpha team, within the forest.
Slowly the wasps begin to disperse the group is all but scattered, there venom starting to fade away. The group starts to wake form there slumber, the forest glowing with the light of the moons. Brian “Eagle” Nelson slowly opens his eyes, the whole day had passed and the trooper could see the stars up in the sky. ”So beautiful the stars are” He thought to himself for a brief second before remembering that his troop was due back long ago and there is probably a search party looking for them. He slowly lifts up and sits on the ground putting his hand on his helmet as to shake off the confusion. He looks around to try and spot his captain and fellow troopers. The moonlight slightly brightens the forest but still Eagle has a difficult time making out anything. He switches on his night vision looking in all directions, he can’t seem to recognize his surroundings and finds that he is all alone. The sound of the bushes and trees shaking startles Brian and he thinks it might be a fellow trooper. He shines his red laser blink as to indicate “friendly” ahead, to whoever is out there. He waits for the response that should be a green blink laser, when he doesn’t see the response he gets a bit confused. A chill runs down Brian’s spine when he sees the red eye shine coming from some creature in the distance, a brilliant flash of light closely followed by the loud crack of thunder causes Brian to jump a bit right before he feels the rain start to fall crashing down on his armor. The creature crouches down as it spy’s on Brian who can see its distorted form. ”It looks like some sort of troll” he thinks to himself as he ready’s his blaster rifle.
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Location: Mazitec: Omega team, a few hours earlier.
Drazhar leads the pack through the forest as the sun starts to slowly go down. Alpha team had been completely silent over the comm for the last few hours and the Imperial knight was beginning to worry.
Joe lugged his “Z” through the woods the strain of his muscles having become all but normal to him. He thinks about earlier when he tried to talk with the medic. May be he was out of line? Had he possibly put the team in danger? A bit of small chat was permitted in his last assignment when on low key missions but he would never forgive himself if he somehow threatened his team. Before Joe can complete his thought commander Drazhar announces that the team will be returning to the rondevu point. Saying that Alpha team could have lost their comms and returned.
Once Omega team returns to find that Alpha team is nowhere to be found Drazhar sighs deeply.
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Location:Mazitec
Once the Federation troopers led by the Knight disappeared back into the forest Ghost makes her way into the cave entrance. Her advanced night vision allows her to see that the cave is more like a mid-sized room. Looking as if it once had smooth square walls. The scuffed and faded paint on the cave walls tells her that it was once painted with bright colors. Stone rubble along with decade’s worth of dirt and debris clogs the area causing the ground to angle up towards the ceiling. The center of the room along the back wall halfway buried under dirt and rocks is what looks like an ancient alter of some sort. The assassin starts to dig away at the dirt with great haste.
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Location: Within the Mazi system. A small ways away from the asteroid field that blocks the systems entrance.
Diratk looks up at the captain with his reptilian eyes and says,
”Captain, I was stoned…forgive me. I beg you Captain, you know how I am week when it comes to getting high on spice.”
Before The captain can respond Kal Jaf’lo marches up to Captain Siliscus and starts to yell about money…like he always does. Diratk slowly slips away back to the gun turret as the two get into it.
Over the comm system a voice announces ”We will arrive on the planet Mazitec in exactly three hours and forty five minutes.”
Diratk approaches the turret where everyone’s favorite Jawa is blasting away at the remaining asteroids. The Trandoshan pirate slips into the turret next to Crusty and takes aim at an asteroid. Before Diratk can pull the trigger Crusty has already taken it out. ”Hey! That one was mine! He yaps as he takes aim at another. The ship shakes as a few more asteroids smash into its shields.
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Location: A moon with in the Mazi sector.
As the Sith apprentice makes her way closer to the water’s edge she takes notice of the ground as it starts to rumble under her feet. A violent jolt knocks the Twi’lik to her backside. The ground erupts in front of her like a bomb went off or something. Debris and rocks fly out in every direction as a huge pale white worm busts out from its hide out towering three stories tall with its nasty looking drill like teeth that spiral down its throat. The giant moon worm looks hungry and ready to devour anything it can grab. The gargantuan thing starts to crash down towards Izin mouth first. | Name: Tů'čha chk'jî
Race: Yuuzhan Vong
Gender: Female
Class: Shaper
Equipment: Amphistaff.
Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home.
Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship. |
4,402 | 107 | 57 | 1,894 | 5,793 | Izin left the ship and made it to the ground of the mood. Of course, like any being, she needed to be suited up for the lack of air and difference in pressure. Her helmet was made to accommodate her head-tails, but that was the only main difference between her own suit and most others.
When they had touched down on the moon, The young Twi'lek bid her master farewell before leaving, quite unsure if she would be returning successfully, or if she would even be returning at all. It was a dangerous mission she was going on, and she could not fain her master.
Quickly, she made it to the edge of the water. As she got closer, the ground began to rumble. She moved back several steps in an attempt to see if it would calm down, but fell back onto the ground as a sudden and violent jolt knocked her back. She watched as a massive worm emerged from the ground, and instantly pulled out her lightsaber to combat it. As it charged at her, she sprinted in it's direction, her lightsaber ready to pierce it's heart and rid the world of this creature. | Screen Name: Pyroman
Character Name: Izin'asilos
Race: Twi'lek
Class: Sith Apprentice
Physical Description: (What does your character look like?)
Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth?
Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber.
Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between.
Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice. |
4,403 | 107 | 58 | 263 | 267 | M-0018
Peculiar. Alpha had not returned to the predesignated time slot for rendezvous. In addition they had not received an appropriate sit-rep from Alpha. Regulations would indeed dictate radio silence if friendly comms were in danger of interception, but the briefing had not entitled an enemy that was capable of breaking Imperial Comm Security. This put M-0018 in a uncomfortable position. The patrol had deviated from course since the beginning of this Emperor damned expedition, adding this most recent infraction, M-0018 hypothesized that this project would be scrapped in but a few cycles. The Knight Commander had been quiet, hardly a word said in instruction, commendable, but in this present situation, not entirely appropriate. The younger troopers had become restless, the heavy trooper had began idly chatting. Unacceptable. It was not entirely in his place to quiet him as the commander had no standing orders of silence nor was he speaking ostentatiously loud. That said M-0018 had resigned to stare impassively at the trooper, questioning the integrity of this new Imperial Army. | Attempt at 2nd character
Screen Name: Joe Mama
Character Name: Crasta "Crusty"
Race: Jawa
Class: Pirate Canoneer
Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution).
Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades.
Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke. |
4,404 | 108 | 0 | 1,321 | 571 | Another year, another orientation. Janet only just suppressed a sigh; as a senior student, she was supposed to be a good example. She snorted. That was plain silly. She was dressed in black leggings tucked into black knee-length boots and a dark blue tunic that was rather fitted. Pushing the clothing limits, yes, but stylish.
The orientation wouldn't start for about 20 minutes, but Janet was leaning against the wall of the main hall, arms crossed, one leg braced against the wall. The look on her face radiated not interested, but she was pretty sure some boy would try to hit on her nonetheless. This time, she was unable to suppress her sigh.
Benedict was already inside the main hall, as Headmistress Nightingale usually asked the main teachers to say a few words. He exchanged smiles with the Empath and Healing teachers, nodded to the Calming teacher, and flipped off the Combat teacher. Anyone new would think that Benedict and Arthur, the Combat teacher, were enemies; however, they were actually close friends, in a strange way. They insulted, irritated, and poked fun at each other, but let anyone try to hurt one in any way. The other would make them regret it.
Arthur flipped Benedict off in return, then smirked and turned away. Benedict felt a smirk curve his own lips. He had missed this over summer break. | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,405 | 108 | 1 | 2,641 | 474 | Today was the first year for vocalist sonomancer Kristi Noro, who had discovered her sonomancy powers at just ten years old. She hasn't done anything with her powers as of lately, and is curious on this cool and unique magic that is inside of her. When she was accepted into the academy she was genuinely at the most excited of her life, that she could learn new things with her abilities. Kristi was wearing somewhat formal attire, but she moves around in it easily and quickly, maybe due to her height being short? She had blonde hair that was put up into a ponytail, cyan eyes and pale skin.
Kristi wore a blouse top and a dark grey vest, to top it off she put on a red bow to give a cute little feeling to the clothing. She also wore a skirt that was the same color of the vest, it had a strip of white running down the bottom of the skirt. To top it off she had stockings to her knees, and some running shoes at the bottom due to her being so energetic. At home she would usually just walk around wearing a t-shirt and long pants, but this seemed like such a special and unique occasion for her to wear this attire.
As the orientation wouldn't start for twenty minutes or so, Kristi decided to wait outside in the sun, it was a little bit chilly that day after all. She was tempted to sing, but she wanted that to wait for the classes that she was in, so that they could experience her voice firsthand. Kristi stretched her arms as she was lying down on the grass, she looked up at the sky and smiled before sitting up.
"I am so excited!" Kristi grinned as she said to herself, she reached a hand up and turned it into a fist in determination. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,406 | 108 | 2 | 1,321 | 571 | Looking over at one of the newcomers, Janet smiled slightly. She had never been quite that eager, but then again, eager wasn't her style. Maybe this girl would be bearable. With a mental shrug, she walked over to the girl and sat down next to her, stretching out one leg, bending the other, and resting her arm on her knee. "Hey." She greeted. "You new here?" | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,407 | 108 | 3 | 2,641 | 474 | Finally. Another newcomer positively muttered as he entered the school grounds.
He was filled with excitement, with the fact he did not need to take an exam to enter the school making him more positive. While he isn't a fool, he is not the smart one. There were unique schools around where he lived and he was in one for a year, but the academy he was invited to eclipsed all of them in uniqueness, with the "Sonomancy" deal only adding to the uniqueness. He wished he could finally have a romantic moment in the academy, as he didn't have one earlier.
Although he was wearing his previous school's summer uniform without the school badge, which was composed of a white dress suit with a blue tie, a straight black pants with a gray belt, and a white athletic shoes with white socks.
He looked at a clock which happened to be nearby, realizing he had 15 minutes until he should head to the main hall early. He decided to use the time to briefly roam around the school without any guidances, having some brief chats with others, mostly newcomers with some older people thrown into the mix. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,408 | 108 | 4 | 1,643 | 633 | Aki shuffled into the main hall, feeling excited about this new school, but remaining in control at the same time. She glanced around the room, as she realized she still had a fair amount of spare time before Orientation started up. Aki shrugged and heard two people talked to one another behind her. One of them was apparently a new student like Aki herself. Not wanting to be rude, but also wanting to make sure that she could have some social base here, she turned around, and decided to join the two, if they would allow it.
"I'm new here too," Aki piped up after Kristi, and gave a hopeful smile to the two," My Name's Akiro, but you can call me Aki." She added," Sorry for interrupting," She said, tapping her foot and holding her arms together, giving off the vibe that she was slightly nervous, hoping it would cover her enough to keep them from getting upset at her for her abruptly joining in. | Name: Akira (Aki) Okura
Age: 16
Gender: Female.
Personality: Aki is a brash, rebellious girl who has "Issues with authority" as teachers and parents would tell her, but she personally prefers to say that she doesn't take shit from anybody. She is naturally distrustful of people, more so of people who have any form of command over her. This is because she sees that power ultimately corrupts if a person has power for a long enough period of time. She is also very vengeful and impulsive, so if you cross her, be prepared to get your comeuppance in a timely manner. If she decides that you are to be trusted, and can be her friend, she will have endless amounts of loyalty for you, to the point where she will do anything to protect you, or avenge you if you feel that somebody has trespassed against you. Her basic moral standards stem from the idea that you should only be restricted on doing what can directly cause physical or emotional harm to other people. Lying, cheating, or directly harming anybody are the major things that she has issues with. Beyond that, a person can do most anything, be it act impolite, swear, or act like a slob, she'll accept a person for whoever they are, as long as they do no harm.
Though she does have a very strong personality, she does have a certain charm about her. She's very good at getting her way, or at least getting herself out of trouble. She's found that she can do mostly whatever she wants, and then talk her way out of any trouble she may have gotten herself into.
Specialization: Influence
History: Aki comes from a very strict home, one which has rules for how to act, speak, and that set a tight schedule and curfew for her. Her parents are affluent, but not from hard work, but from the luck of being from a long linage of very rich people. Neither of them have ever worked a day in their life, and want that to be the same for their daughter. However, they have been turned cruel, unforgiving, and cold from their lifestyle. Though they preach proper behavior, they fail to practice it. Since she was a very little girl, whenever Aki made a mistake, she instantly reprimanded. At first it was a gentle reminder that she wasn't acting proper, but as she was young, she couldn't help but wonder why she was supposed to act they way her parents wanted her to. When she asked, she received the typical, "I told you so." and that never worked for Avi. She needed a reason not to do something, so she would continue on acting how she wanted. This was seen to be callous of her, for her to so openly defy her parents wishes, so then they started to punish her for not listening to her. Grounding her for weeks for simple mistakes, like not saying please and thank you, or even locking her in her room for a night if she did something overtly bad. She hated the situation she was in, so she found a way out. She resolved to control herself completely around her parents, but to act out when she was no longer their watchful eye at school, or when alone with friends. This relationship with her parents was when she first realized that power will corrupt all who have it, as it had with her parents.
When she turned ten, she realized her affinity for Music, specifically with Piano and Violin, though you're lucky to hear her play it. Her parents had made her take up the two instruments at that age, and she picked both of them up with ease, though she holds great disdain for the violin, seeing it as drab and much too classical. She prefers to play Jazz music, and has even started composing some of her own.
It wasn't long before she realized that her music could influence people, finding that if she talked about things while she played, most people would find themselves agreeing with whatever she was saying. She was honestly slightly repulsed at this revelation, deciding to use it as little as possible. She saw it as a kind of cheating, and that it was at least very immoral.
In school, she doesn't have many friends, buts that's a consequence of her unwillingness to give anybody second chances, or budge her personal standards for how she expects they should act. If a person lies, betrays, or wrongs her even once, it is borderline impossible for that person to convince her to like them.
Other: She works very hard to keep up a good girl facade in front of her parents, to the point where she's a completely different person. When she's with her parents, she's polite, courteous, and obedient. Her parents have no idea how different she is when they aren't around.
She is also fairly short, standing at 4'7 |
4,409 | 108 | 5 | 1,321 | 571 | Pleasure. Janet looked up at Aki, the same small smile on her face. "I'm Arianna, call me whatever you want. I've been coming here for years." She looked from one girl to the other. "What are your specializations? If you don't mind my asking." | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,410 | 108 | 6 | 2,641 | 474 | After introducing herself to the girl, another one walked up to her and she smiled at her. This new girl introduced herself by the name of Akiro, but she'd prefer to be called Aki. Kristi noticed that the girl was apologizing for coming in the middle of their conversation, but actually it isn't even bad at all, she gets to meet a new student just like herself. "No need to apologize my friend!" Kristi said to Aki with a big grin on her face in happiness, she didn't want Aki to feel nervous or uncomfortable around them so she just smiled, she was told smiling gives lots of joy to people right?
Kristi looked back to the girl who came to her first, she introduced herself as Arianna, and that she had been coming to this school for a couple of years. That sure was a pretty name. Kristi was then asked about what specialization she was, so she breathed in and decided to go first from the two of them.
"My specialization is Empathic, which is you know... to manipulate emotions and such." Kristi said as she put a hand to the back of her own head while she looked at the other two sonomancers. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,411 | 108 | 7 | 1,321 | 571 | Cool. Janet smiled slightly. "My specialization's Combat. Which you might see in action, if those boys go any further than looking." She shot a glare at said boys, who were quite obviously checking her out, giving a chuckle when they gulped and turned away. "Must be new. Returning students know better." | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,412 | 108 | 8 | 1,643 | 633 | And there's a crowd over there... A certain newcomer muttered.
After chatting with some of the people the school has to offer, the newcomer arrived at the main hall, where people should be in after 15 or so minutes. Glancing around, he found a small crowd of people chatting, out of many people in the hall. They seemed to stand out from the others for unknown reasons.
He walked closer to the crowd, noticing it didn't have any males in it. He stood somewhat close to the crowd, yet with enough distance to not seem like he is in the crowd. He didn't knew if he could join, so he didn't talk to them, waiting shyly for the crowd to invite him. | Name: Akira (Aki) Okura
Age: 16
Gender: Female.
Personality: Aki is a brash, rebellious girl who has "Issues with authority" as teachers and parents would tell her, but she personally prefers to say that she doesn't take shit from anybody. She is naturally distrustful of people, more so of people who have any form of command over her. This is because she sees that power ultimately corrupts if a person has power for a long enough period of time. She is also very vengeful and impulsive, so if you cross her, be prepared to get your comeuppance in a timely manner. If she decides that you are to be trusted, and can be her friend, she will have endless amounts of loyalty for you, to the point where she will do anything to protect you, or avenge you if you feel that somebody has trespassed against you. Her basic moral standards stem from the idea that you should only be restricted on doing what can directly cause physical or emotional harm to other people. Lying, cheating, or directly harming anybody are the major things that she has issues with. Beyond that, a person can do most anything, be it act impolite, swear, or act like a slob, she'll accept a person for whoever they are, as long as they do no harm.
Though she does have a very strong personality, she does have a certain charm about her. She's very good at getting her way, or at least getting herself out of trouble. She's found that she can do mostly whatever she wants, and then talk her way out of any trouble she may have gotten herself into.
Specialization: Influence
History: Aki comes from a very strict home, one which has rules for how to act, speak, and that set a tight schedule and curfew for her. Her parents are affluent, but not from hard work, but from the luck of being from a long linage of very rich people. Neither of them have ever worked a day in their life, and want that to be the same for their daughter. However, they have been turned cruel, unforgiving, and cold from their lifestyle. Though they preach proper behavior, they fail to practice it. Since she was a very little girl, whenever Aki made a mistake, she instantly reprimanded. At first it was a gentle reminder that she wasn't acting proper, but as she was young, she couldn't help but wonder why she was supposed to act they way her parents wanted her to. When she asked, she received the typical, "I told you so." and that never worked for Avi. She needed a reason not to do something, so she would continue on acting how she wanted. This was seen to be callous of her, for her to so openly defy her parents wishes, so then they started to punish her for not listening to her. Grounding her for weeks for simple mistakes, like not saying please and thank you, or even locking her in her room for a night if she did something overtly bad. She hated the situation she was in, so she found a way out. She resolved to control herself completely around her parents, but to act out when she was no longer their watchful eye at school, or when alone with friends. This relationship with her parents was when she first realized that power will corrupt all who have it, as it had with her parents.
When she turned ten, she realized her affinity for Music, specifically with Piano and Violin, though you're lucky to hear her play it. Her parents had made her take up the two instruments at that age, and she picked both of them up with ease, though she holds great disdain for the violin, seeing it as drab and much too classical. She prefers to play Jazz music, and has even started composing some of her own.
It wasn't long before she realized that her music could influence people, finding that if she talked about things while she played, most people would find themselves agreeing with whatever she was saying. She was honestly slightly repulsed at this revelation, deciding to use it as little as possible. She saw it as a kind of cheating, and that it was at least very immoral.
In school, she doesn't have many friends, buts that's a consequence of her unwillingness to give anybody second chances, or budge her personal standards for how she expects they should act. If a person lies, betrays, or wrongs her even once, it is borderline impossible for that person to convince her to like them.
Other: She works very hard to keep up a good girl facade in front of her parents, to the point where she's a completely different person. When she's with her parents, she's polite, courteous, and obedient. Her parents have no idea how different she is when they aren't around.
She is also fairly short, standing at 4'7 |
4,413 | 108 | 9 | 2,641 | 474 | Kristi looked over to Arianna as she explained her specialization, which was combat, Kristi had to admit that she was a little jealous to be honest. But then she looked over at some boys checking Arianna out, Kristi lifted an eyebrow and sighed before looking back at Arianna. "Boys will be boys I guess." Kristi sighed once more before looking to see Aki introduced her own specialization, which was influence, which she had to admit was pretty cool as well.
"For evil? Of course not, I'm a hero!" Kristi grinned to the both of them before noticing a boy around her age come towards the three of them. But he didn't quite come close even, she kindly smiled to the boy and waved him over. "C'mon! We don't bite!" Kristi grinned happily towards the boy and waved her hand for him to come in, she just wasn't sure what Arianna would say about this though. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,414 | 108 | 10 | 1,321 | 571 | Unless you try to flirt with me, in which case I'll do a lot more than bite. Janet grinned, waving at the boy. "Don't worry. As long as you don't try any pick-up lines on me, we're good." | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,415 | 108 | 11 | 1,321 | 571 | Thanks for inviting me in! I'm Akira, Akira Aoki! Can I have your names as well, please? The male newcomer introduced himself, before walking closer to the crowd as he smiled back at them.
Although Akira was nervous if they would accept him or not, he was glad they kindly did so without any hassle, actively taking him in inside. This made so that the male newcomer is surrounded by women probably with various personalities, although he wished they were all kind people, just like the most of the girls he had seen at the junior high school he was in.
Briefly looking at everyone in the crowd, all the women seemed good-looking from his view. His dream about getting in a relationship could come true if he doesn't mess up something important, which he hoped would be east to detect. | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,416 | 108 | 12 | 2,382 | 317 | Naito was holding two things as she walked down the school hallway. One thing in each hand. In her left hand, was her brother Hizachi's right hand. In her right hand was a case with her two violins in it.
"Naito-ane, I'm scared...," her brother said silently to her. She gave his hand a squeeze, and he squeezed back. "It'll be alright Hizachi-tan. Here we can relax from our parents," she said, giving him a smile.
She noticed a small group that was gathering, and stood out for her than other groups.
Is it best to stay away from groups, and stay with my brother? she wondered. | NAME
Naito Obshika
AGE
17
SEX
Female
APPEARANCE
SPECIALIZATION
Calming
BACKGROUND
Naito grew up in a peaceful town, with her little brother and her parents. Her little brother (Hizachi) is three years younger than her. She started taking violin lessons when she was six. When she was seven, she started playing her violin to calm her little brother to sleep. Three years later, she realized that her music could actually calm him. Her brother would have anxiety attacks whenever their parents were yelling at each other. Her parents yelled at each other so constantly, and Naito was playing her violin almost 24/7 for her brother. She began to teach him the language of music, and one day he told her that she could feel how angry their parents were when they were fighting, and how sad she was when she heard them.
Five years later, their parents got a divorce. It got even worse when a three weeks after the divorce, their mother was killed in a fire at work. Hizachi told Naito about the feelings that were radiating off of their father. He sat near the window, looking out at the flower garden that their mother had always tended to.
Naito found out a year later about the academy, and she and her brother fled to the school.
OTHER
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
GENDER
She's genderfluid.
INSTRUMENTS
She plays mostly electronic violin, but she plays classic violin to sooth her brother. |
4,417 | 108 | 13 | 1,321 | 571 | Hey, babe. The intruding boy smirked at Janet. "What do you say we skip orientation and get to know each other?"
"I'd rather go one-on-one with the Hulk." Janet said frostily, turning pointedly away from the boy, but he was not deterred.
"C'mon, babe, don't be like that." He grabbed her arm, pulling her around to face him again. "I just wanna have some fun, right? I promise, you'll enjoy it." The boy wore a leering grin, quite obviously checking her out.
"About as much as I'd enjoy getting shot." Janet yanked her arm free, scowling at the boy and turning away again.
"Hey, you." Frowning angrily, the boy got up in her face. "Don't you talk to me that way. I'm offering you a chance to be with me, d'you get it? You should be grateful. Now, come on." Taking a grip on her wrist, he started trying to pull her away.
"STOP!" Janet yelled angrily, once again yanking herself away from him. Oh, great. Now everyone's looking at me. Might as well make the best of it. Walking to an open area, she prepared to follow her namesake's example. "Gimme a beat!" Thankfully, she was able to start the music without the aid of a sound system. The opening music of Nasty by Janet Jackson began to play, and Janet herself began to dance.
(Basically, this is what happens: ) | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,418 | 108 | 14 | 1,643 | 633 | Akira glared at the creep who started to try to come onto Janet, and looked on in disbelief as she began to dance, and... gross 80's pop began to play. Still, Aki felt a bit of a anger swell in her, which was only supplemented by her disgust with the boy already. Pissed off, and ready to fight, she called out, "Oi asshat" and delivered a punch to the boys back, hoping to disable him, or scare him off. | Name: Akira (Aki) Okura
Age: 16
Gender: Female.
Personality: Aki is a brash, rebellious girl who has "Issues with authority" as teachers and parents would tell her, but she personally prefers to say that she doesn't take shit from anybody. She is naturally distrustful of people, more so of people who have any form of command over her. This is because she sees that power ultimately corrupts if a person has power for a long enough period of time. She is also very vengeful and impulsive, so if you cross her, be prepared to get your comeuppance in a timely manner. If she decides that you are to be trusted, and can be her friend, she will have endless amounts of loyalty for you, to the point where she will do anything to protect you, or avenge you if you feel that somebody has trespassed against you. Her basic moral standards stem from the idea that you should only be restricted on doing what can directly cause physical or emotional harm to other people. Lying, cheating, or directly harming anybody are the major things that she has issues with. Beyond that, a person can do most anything, be it act impolite, swear, or act like a slob, she'll accept a person for whoever they are, as long as they do no harm.
Though she does have a very strong personality, she does have a certain charm about her. She's very good at getting her way, or at least getting herself out of trouble. She's found that she can do mostly whatever she wants, and then talk her way out of any trouble she may have gotten herself into.
Specialization: Influence
History: Aki comes from a very strict home, one which has rules for how to act, speak, and that set a tight schedule and curfew for her. Her parents are affluent, but not from hard work, but from the luck of being from a long linage of very rich people. Neither of them have ever worked a day in their life, and want that to be the same for their daughter. However, they have been turned cruel, unforgiving, and cold from their lifestyle. Though they preach proper behavior, they fail to practice it. Since she was a very little girl, whenever Aki made a mistake, she instantly reprimanded. At first it was a gentle reminder that she wasn't acting proper, but as she was young, she couldn't help but wonder why she was supposed to act they way her parents wanted her to. When she asked, she received the typical, "I told you so." and that never worked for Avi. She needed a reason not to do something, so she would continue on acting how she wanted. This was seen to be callous of her, for her to so openly defy her parents wishes, so then they started to punish her for not listening to her. Grounding her for weeks for simple mistakes, like not saying please and thank you, or even locking her in her room for a night if she did something overtly bad. She hated the situation she was in, so she found a way out. She resolved to control herself completely around her parents, but to act out when she was no longer their watchful eye at school, or when alone with friends. This relationship with her parents was when she first realized that power will corrupt all who have it, as it had with her parents.
When she turned ten, she realized her affinity for Music, specifically with Piano and Violin, though you're lucky to hear her play it. Her parents had made her take up the two instruments at that age, and she picked both of them up with ease, though she holds great disdain for the violin, seeing it as drab and much too classical. She prefers to play Jazz music, and has even started composing some of her own.
It wasn't long before she realized that her music could influence people, finding that if she talked about things while she played, most people would find themselves agreeing with whatever she was saying. She was honestly slightly repulsed at this revelation, deciding to use it as little as possible. She saw it as a kind of cheating, and that it was at least very immoral.
In school, she doesn't have many friends, buts that's a consequence of her unwillingness to give anybody second chances, or budge her personal standards for how she expects they should act. If a person lies, betrays, or wrongs her even once, it is borderline impossible for that person to convince her to like them.
Other: She works very hard to keep up a good girl facade in front of her parents, to the point where she's a completely different person. When she's with her parents, she's polite, courteous, and obedient. Her parents have no idea how different she is when they aren't around.
She is also fairly short, standing at 4'7 |
4,419 | 108 | 15 | 2,641 | 474 | Kristi looked over to the boy that she had invited into her group, but when the boy introduced his name, there were two Akira's! Even though she's going to call the female Akira, Aki she is still surprised by such a rare turn of events. Despite all of this occuring, she had to admit that this boy was really cute, but she didn't want to mess anything up with her new friends already. She then closed her eyes as she concentrated before opening them and looking at Aki, and then Akira.
"Okay so you're Aki." Kristi pointed over to the female trying to get this right.
"And you're Akira." Kristi pointed over to the boy, she eventually got nods as she smiled.
Glad I got that sorted out, didn't want to get into a massive mess.
Kristi then saw another girl who was holding a boys hand, they looked around the same age and slightly looked the same so Kristi predicted that they were brother and sister. And kind of due to her being attracted to both boys and girls, she looked kind of cute.
Kristi then noticed that her friend Arianna was being hit on by a guy, she looked at him in annoyance and noticed the physical contact that was occurring between the two. She was tempted to step in, but for a senior like Arianna with her specialization as combat, this could most likely be easy for her.
"You're not going to be like him right?" Kristi asked Akira. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,420 | 108 | 16 | 2,382 | 317 | Naito watched as the girl danced to music without any speakers.
"Woha...," her younger brother trailed off.
"I think we're gonna see a lot of stuff like that here at this school, Hiz," she told him.
She began to walk over to the group, her little brother trailing behind her.
"May as well introduce ourselves and try to make some new friends," she explained to him.
"Hello, she cautiously said to the group. She would wait for a response before introducing herself and Hizachi. | NAME
Naito Obshika
AGE
17
SEX
Female
APPEARANCE
SPECIALIZATION
Calming
BACKGROUND
Naito grew up in a peaceful town, with her little brother and her parents. Her little brother (Hizachi) is three years younger than her. She started taking violin lessons when she was six. When she was seven, she started playing her violin to calm her little brother to sleep. Three years later, she realized that her music could actually calm him. Her brother would have anxiety attacks whenever their parents were yelling at each other. Her parents yelled at each other so constantly, and Naito was playing her violin almost 24/7 for her brother. She began to teach him the language of music, and one day he told her that she could feel how angry their parents were when they were fighting, and how sad she was when she heard them.
Five years later, their parents got a divorce. It got even worse when a three weeks after the divorce, their mother was killed in a fire at work. Hizachi told Naito about the feelings that were radiating off of their father. He sat near the window, looking out at the flower garden that their mother had always tended to.
Naito found out a year later about the academy, and she and her brother fled to the school.
OTHER
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
GENDER
She's genderfluid.
INSTRUMENTS
She plays mostly electronic violin, but she plays classic violin to sooth her brother. |
4,421 | 108 | 17 | 2,641 | 474 | Kristi just blinked at the current situation that was going on, but she just shrugged her shoulders before the boy named Akira replied to her. She looked towards him with her cyan eyes. Akira had just admitted that he isn't good at flirting, but that didn't really matter to be honest, she just wants some great friends to talk to and to get through this school with.
Akira had asked for her name, I guess it'd be right to for to tell him, after learning Akira's. Kristi took a deep breath and looked directly at him with a smiling grin before speaking to him.
"My name is Kristi! Nice to meet you!" Kristi had introduced herself to the boy, her smile retaining to happiness. She was hoping that was good enough as a first impression, because her cheerful attitude is all that she has got.
Kristi then noticed that the boy and girl duo that she saw from earlier came over to their newcomer group, she was so excited with all of these new friends. "Hey! My name's Kristi." Kristi somewhat energetically said to the girl, her smile was still remaining from talking to Akira. | Name: Akira Aoki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Akira always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Akira playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs.
Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, Akira is stereotypically calm and will attempt to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible.Akira mainly plays keyboard synthesizers to allow a large variety of sounds. |
4,422 | 108 | 18 | 1,321 | 571 | Nice to meet you too, Kristi! The male Akira smiled at the young-looking girl which introduced herself as Kristi, offering his hand as well.
"She surely seems like a very cheerful girl... Not to mention her eyes were pretty, maybe out of excitement. She'd make a good friend, and I probably wouldn't have to try flirting.." The boy briefly blushed again, before shaking his head to deny that he had any romantic feelings on the girl at least for now.
Noticing that Kristi has spoken to someone, the male Akira attempted to locate who she was speaking to, which was a very easy task for him. There was a girl with long blonde-pink hair and a boy younger than the long-haired girl. Both of them looked cute, although he didn't have romantic feelings for them for now.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Akira, Akira Aoki!" The male Akira smiled at the two newcomers. | Name: Aoki Akira
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Specialization: Healing
Background: Aoki always had a taste for fast music since he was young, apparently because she was exposed to such music from their parents, mostly unintentional in their defense. The taste wasn't blatant until he was around 13.
However, his ability subtly manifested itself when he was 12, as was recovering from minor bone fractures which didn't take a long time to recover, he could feel the other's pain, slowly depressing himself as he sensed the suffering of others, trying to think of something to do for them but eventually giving up, as he believed miracles doesn't exist.
However, his definition of "miracle" got changed after a year, when he was told a slightly wounded friend of his recovered unnaturally quickly while the friend was listening to Aoki playing a song, which made the player apply the word "miracle" to the situation, with the "miracles" happening when he was playing songs. Although he could sense his songs and the "miracles" might be related to each other, he did not know how it did until he got a letter, apparently from "the Academy for the Musically Gifted". He initially dismissed the letters as a prank, but the letters kept coming in, with each letters attempting to prove it isn't a joke. Soon, he gave in, with his parents agreeing soon after their child did.
Others:
apparently doesn't like it when someone requests a slow-paced song, although the definition can be flexible depending on how he is feeling.Somewhat surprisingly, he is stereotypically calm, attempting to help others within his limits once he thinks it is definitely possible. |
4,423 | 109 | 0 | 1,154 | 1,925 | The Interstellar Broadcasting and Reception Office was hard at work within the Spire. It was in charge of receiving and transmitting all Committee broadcasts in the galaxy, as well as receiving unidentified transmissions. A Yhei was playing a game secretly on his terminal. He had been bored all day, and it wasn't the first time his job required him to do nothing. His mouth curled in frustration as he lost in his game, but before he could start a new one, his headset started to pick up static. His yellow eyes blinked curiously, exiting the game and looking bringing up the frequency of the broadcast. After listening to it for a few seconds, he took off his headphones, looking over at his boss. "Uh, sir... You'e gonna wanna listen to this..."
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"It was an S.O.S. signal, no doubt about that. It matched Committee procedure to the tee."
"Then why are we bringing this up?"
"Because.. It's frequency wasn't within Committee boundaries. It was picked up by our Extraterrestrial Unit."
"Lets listen then, Commander."
The Grand Chairman's office was filled with the Head representative of every race on the council, including the Commander of the IBRO. If the Commander was to bring this to the Committee's attention, it had to be important.
"....elp, Help!...Stranded...Planet is....We need Assistance from anyone willing to help... So many dead! Oh, Oh god...!" Through the static there were sounds of men and women screaming, gunfire, and the growls of something hideous. The room was silent.
"Where was this broadcast?" The Grand Chairman finally spoke up, stroking his gray beard.
"We aren't sure, Chairman. It was off the grid, uncharted territory. We aren't even sure we know who they are, but like I said, they sounded military, providing an S.O.S. beacon."
"We should send a combat unit out there." The human representative said, looking over at the chairman.
"Not a chance, we are already spending millions of credits trying to protect colonists from bandits and other threats. Not to mention the Rebellion happening on Drawni..."
"Then why not contact our allies near the coordinates to see if they can spare some forces?"
The Yhei Representative laughed a bit. "No one would dare go to rescue a group of strangers after listening to that tape."
"I think we have another option." The human representative said again, stepping forward. "We can send in an expedition unit--"
"Oh please." The Furtim spoke up. "They would just waste resources and time. None of them are truly qualified to handle these types of situations."
"You're forgetting something." The Human representative stepped forward. "We actually have the Monroe on standby, and as we know, they are the most efficient and successful expedition force since its creation!"
A small amount of silence filled the room. "Would the crew on the Monroe be willing to investigate the S.O.S.?"
"They're criminals! All we have to do is tell them to do it, and they'd be forced to! And besides, It'd be a relief to finally be rid of Raymond Chase and his crew of criminals--"
"Marauders, I believe they call themselves." The Human replied, smiling a bit. At that time, the Chairman coughed and silenced the room. "Captain Rivers, please gather the crew of the Monroe, and brief them on their new assignment."
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"Damn... Tango, pass me that socket wrench over there."
"Yes, Captain. I still do not understand why you are performing maintenance on this star-fighter. It would be reasonable to request a newer model from the Committee."
Captain of the Monroe Raymond Chase was hard at work on top of his star-fighter, the Raven in the Monroe's hangar. Although the crew was on "limited leave" to walk around on the Spire, Ray had already seen all he could at the Committee HQ for the two days they have been here. So while most of his crew was out, and while he was waiting for new recruits, Raymond occupied his time working on his project since he found it three years ago. The Ship's AI, T8NG0, could be anywhere on the ship if he wanted to be through computer systems and monitors, but ever since Raymond named him officially, he preferred to be in his physical form, a dull white robotic skeleton with a simple white face cover with only pale blue lights for eyes, in at least one place on the ship.
"Because, my robotic friend." Ray grunted, wiping sweat off his forehead before going back to work. "It is made with classic American engineering, someone once told me that there isn't any machine you can't fix with your two hands, and this girl saved my ass a few times way back when..." He muttered, standing on top of the ship, and hopping down before crawling underneath the machine to work on another engine.
"If you say so, Captain... Captain, we have someone--"
"Can you hand me a quarter-inch socket?" Ray cut him off, lost in thought as he held his hand out. Instead of a socket, he felt a hand grab his, and pulled him out from under the fighter. Ray was caught off guard but, before he could get up to kick the person's ass, he saw who it was, and immediately stood up and hid his face.
Head Human Representative Gary Rivers stared at the younger man. Rivers gave a sense of ease, his soft gray eyes could fool normal people, but Ray knew that those eyes could change in an instant. His jet black hair was graying as well as his matching beard, and he wore his uniform neatly. "Head Representative." Ray said to him, grabbing an old rag and wiping the grease and sweat off his arms and face.
"Captain Chase...You happen to visit the illegal and secret cage fighting arena in the lower districts?" He asked nonchalantly, but Ray didn't look at him. "Oh come on, Raymond. Everyone can see that black eye from a mile away."
Ray finally looked over at him, one of his eyes swollen and purple from yesterday's activities. "That's how you use your military training, son?" Rivers asked with a sigh. Raymond shrugged, not breaking eye contact anymore. "I'm a criminal now, Representative. I guess I should take part in illegal activities. At least I won."
Instead of getting angry, Gary gave a faint smile, shaking his head. "You're a stubborn tough son of a bitch, Chase. Did Doctor Driani look at you injuries?"
"With all due respect sir, its just a black eye and bruises. She has more things to worry about."
"Fair enough... But I didn't come here to play nurse. We have an assignment for you and your crew... And it won't be a walk in the park."
Raymond Chase chuckled a bit, closing the toolbox. "yeah, well... what else is new?" | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,424 | 109 | 1 | 986 | 1,735 | ching...chi-CHING-K!
"I am sorry, Sevanti'Trei...We...We don't typically tailor that to your size. Running the loom, alone-" the human tailor protested to their customer's request for a custom coat, short as they were. The small figure, on the other hand, had distracted themselves with a pair of spurs, accenting their impatience by stopping the spin of the stars by skipping them against each other before setting the adornments back on the shelf and turning to face the woman.
A black, red and white plaid scarf covered over their nose where an eyepatch shielded one eye, yet complimented their other dully glowing amber iris that constricted to sharpen their slit pupil. After a moment of tense silence directed to effectively cut her off, they lifted a hand to tip their black news-boy hat down to shade their piercing expression. "Triple...ehn I say zeis every time-" began the small figure known to the woman as 'Sevanti'Trei' due to a miscommunication after their accent was considered. '73', or 'Kaite', was a paying customer even since their first stop at port where the proprietor merely didn't know what she was seeing when the Aylv had walked in.
"-Stop that...you were nice enough to at least try not to shut me down by showing your face, this time. You have no idea what trouble you brought me" The woman replied in a hushed hiss, rightfully upset over the incident that almost ended in half of her shop being dismantled in the course of the fight.
"I do not, nor do I care! Take my money, provide me my vears, or I call my debt ehn take my money elsevher!" Kaite growled with a stomp to accent the final word, turning the heads of a few patrons from the small outburst before going back to their business. Bound by honor to make right his very existence that contributed to a display being destroyed after some errant 'do-gooder' had a nasty fall through the glass and ruined a good portion of the carpet and select wears with his blood.
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The bell chimed behind Kaite as the woman posted a sign on the window that read 'no pets allowed'. Back out in the market strip, he wandered off in the general direction of the hangar. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of the ratty denim jacket he cleaned up after shamelessly peeling it from an eviscerated kid around when he started, he figured it would have to do for the time being. Slim jeans, a simple black shirt and 1.5-inch flat-heel'd boots would have to do, completing the ensemble which made the security officer look like little more than some impoverished youth.
He could nearly taste that pea coat, but hadn't the slightest clue where the next quality human outfitters was, let alone one that would serve him. Kaite's imagination painted all such shop owners in the same light.
They talk, right? I mean, they all have basically the same profession. Why would any of them be unaware...
Thinking about it made a weight sink through my heart at the idea of not getting what I wanted, as simple as it was, and for reasons I was not even responsible for! It was like the man had never seen a pair of ears before! Or...or that he had and they murdered his family? Can ears be people? Are some people ears!?
With such consideration, Kaite's wanderings had lead him from the honeycomb'd section of The Spire which held various financial and commodity markets into its neighboring food district. Swiftly, his weight transitioned from a sense of loss in his heart to an emptiness in his stomach. All of the walking around and 'shopping' reminded him of how he had a change of heart about spending the second day, as well, in The Monroe. In his haste to re-explore and take in the rich but overwhelming culture of the vast quantities of mingling species, he skipped what the schedule on his HUD read as 'breakfast and lunch' with a frown-y face next to it.
The notifications also listed a Committee ID tag registering 'Head Human Representative Gary Rivers' as a guest on board The Monroe. It was certainly an opportunity that Kaite saw to provide obligatory backup for Sir Raymond Chase, since 'guests' were a rare and often unwelcome occurrence...as far as Kaite knew, since he had never had to initiate an intruder lockdown.
Still, the appearance of a foreign entity in what was now his home made Kaite wonder when the alleged new recruits would be making their arrival. Certainly it would only be a matter of time. As unprofessional as it would be for him not to be there, the allure of scents called like siren songs to every booth and establishment he passed by. Finally, it was too much and the fake Aylv figured he could get away with splurging what was otherwise going towards a dignified coat to instead experiment.
A shallow stand held a row of innocent seats where someone appeared to be sitting by the appendages that hinted to a mode of transportation hanging down from their spot.
Kaite stepped in after taking a moment to compose himself for his most pleasant "Good afternoo-"
"BBRRAAUGHHRGH!!!" Roared the creature behind the counter whose from behind the counter draped over onto the seat that he had thought was a patron. A 'spout' from the beast lazily belched into a vat a skeleton of-
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Kaite stepped through the sliding doors that closed behind him, emerging into the hangars and simply standing still for a moment. After shuddering once, he groaned while trudging back to the ship, having had his fill of culture for a while. With his steps, he rubbed his face and slipped past dock workers to the sound of their footsteps for reference before colliding into one who seemed to having nothing better to do than stand around.
"Woah! Hey, kid. Whacha doin around here? It's dangerous!" they chirped in a tone that one would talk down to a child who wandered into somewhere they shouldn't be, which was an accurate assessment of how they saw the incognito Kaite. "I vehrk here...?" Kaite replied, lifting his free eyebrow in disinterest before making to step past them to approach The Monroe's gangplank, which the worker mirrored to insistently block his path. "Look...eehhh..." the man stifled, unsure how to address Kaite who narrowed their eye before the worker turned their head and lifted their eyebrows in a shot-in-the-dark way of apollogetically guessing, "...miss?"
"Yeh, vee ahr done here" Kaite spat with annoyance, pushing past them and having his arm caught. "Kid! They...They have rats, giant, vicious ones! Where are your parents?" The man desperately said, though gaining confidence as he asked about his parents.
Kaite froze, not out of shock but curiosity how far from The Monroe that his jurisdiction extended. Deciding it was best to simply test such fences, he slid his free arm against his sleeve to lace the man's fingers. In the same motion, Kaite leaned back and hooked out the back of their knee to trip them, but used his weight to gently ease them to the ground rather than dropping them to the steel floors. Stepping over the man, Kaite wrenched his hand free by breaking the gate of their grip.
After a few steps, he turned back to bark, "Vith all luck, DEAD!" before pulling off his hat and letting his ears stretch, "Ehn I am zeht rat!" before quickly stuffing the hat back on and continuing making his way to the gangplank. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,425 | 109 | 2 | 2,361 | 99 | Shyr made her way through the station, eyes wide and a smile on her face as she looked around. This place was simply MASSIVE, and full to the brim with new things. She had only arrived a little over an hour ago at which point her 'guide' had informed her that it had been decided that she would be assigned to the ship called Monroe before leading her off, speaking of the criminal crew with a disgusted tone to his voice. After a few minutes of listening to him ramble on, she decided to find her own way and wandered off as he continued on without even realizing his charge was no longer there.
As she made her was around the station she gathered a lot of curios and confused looks, but by now they were expected. After all, she doubted any of them had ever even seen an Elg'Cahl before, let alone one that was wearing an oversized zippered black leather jacket that went down to her knees and a duffle bag that was almost just large as her torso. While her own kind never bothered with this clothing crap due to their fur, the other races seemed to be obsessed with the things. The only reason she was wearing this stupid thing was because they were so insistent, so she grabbed the first thing that was large enough for her wide shoulders and called it a day.
Eventually she managed to burn through her wanderlust and decided to ask around for directions to the hangars. It didn't take long for her to find someone that gave her some pretty detailed directions, so she eventually found herself walking between large containers and various ships. She threw a curious glance at every ship she went past, wondering if the next one would be the Monroe. After a fair amount of walking, she finally spotted it. A smile spread across her face as she beheld her new home, nice, big and heavily armed for combat. These last few months had been certainly interesting, but without that extra spark of violence it was simply not complete. With her arrival at the Explorers ship, however, she hoped that would be changing real soon as she took off at a quick pace to the Monroe. | Name: Shyr Dracosis
AKA:
Age: 19
Race: Elg'Cahl
Appearance: Fairly standard for a Elg'Cahl, with bright green eyes and rusty red fur. Stands at 3'8"
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Engineer, fighter
Hider cus this blew up real fast.
Bio: Taken from her homeworld by a group of pirates who had intended to use her as fighting slave, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going to be doing their dirty work by force. After several disastrous attempts, the Captain of the crew opted to offer her a place on the crew itself, her fighting abilities in exchange for a share of the spoils. The promise of violence and being free of the small room she had been contained to made her quickly accept, and she soon adapted to their lifestyle. Shyr's curios mind eventually led her to begin pulling things apart to see what was inside and how it worked, starting small on things like laser weapons and slowly got bigger, up to computers, generators and even the engines of captured ships.
The pirate gangs success ended half a year later when they were attacking a ship and a Galactic Security forces arrived, causing them to immediately surrender as they knew they were outmatched. The crew was quickly sentenced for their crimes, but Shyr was a difficult case. While it was undeniable that she had helped the pirates, she did so without knowledge of the laws or even the Galactic Committee, being kidnapped herself. Eventually it was decided that she would be returned to her homeworld, but this idea was met with heavy resistance from her as she was adamant about remaining in space, wanting to explore and discover all the new things in the vast darkness. They tried to argue her out of it, but bringing up that the only place that might fit for an Elg'Cahl would be in the Expedition Force was counter productive as she loved the thought of a group dedicated to exploring the unknown with a high level of danger. So after a short three month course on mechanics and engineering (so she actually knew what she was tinkering with) she was shipped off to to the Monroe as their 'engineer'.
Personality: Shyr is a surprisingly happy and upbeat individual, curios about both people and things around her. She loves to find new things, but above all else the one thing that makes her the happiest is the thrill of a challenge, especially if violence is involved. She is a very fast learner, notable with how fast she picked up on advanced engineering.
Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, tooth and claw
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: Keeps a flask of toxic liquid on her at all times, made from metals from her homeworld. In combat she prefers close quarters, taking a liking to shotguns in particular. |
4,426 | 109 | 3 | 682 | 1,490 | Enter the Dragon
Monroe...Monroe.. A hulking figure muttered as it walked down the station. Its crocodilian eyes looking around, lost. The creature in question was massive, its form monstrous. His appearance alone caused quiet a stir with the bystanders. Some trying to get away from the beast's path, others staring in curiosity or scowling in discrimination. What was even more bizarre was the gear the bipedal lizard was carrying. In its left hand, the Gorgas was dragging a large primitive metal sword, the craftsmanship of which seemed rather poor and dull. On his left hand was a stone and metal made shield, and a piece of paper that said 'Monroe Ship' in black ink. The beast wore no clothes, save a primitive waist-cloth made of earthen materials and leather.
Jackal, who was still wandering the station trying to find the designated ship, spotted a strange creature and some other alien converse, picking up the word Monroe. Watching the incredibly small figure leave, Jackal followed, but at a good amount of distance. Self aware of his own size. After some distance, when the figure he followed stopped at a ship, his eyes followed. The Gorgas stared up at the ship before beginning to make his way over. He stopped directly behind the incredibly small stranger, taking a few moments to find his words. "You are new recruit too?" A brute voice came from the beast's lips, unsurprisingly. His accent and poor English made it clear that it wasn't his first language. | Name: Jackal Westari
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Homeworld to the Gorgas, Reijar is filled with hyper-predatory reptiles and other monstrosities. It is a part of a single planet star system on the outskirts of humanities known exploration. With the world being primitive, extremely hot in many regions and possessing dangerous jungles, the world has only provided two exploits. Game for thrill-seekers to hunt, and those that wish to 'adopt' a primitive Gorgas.
Native to Reijar, Dragon-like is the best way to describe them, as they are six limbed and massive bipedal beasts. The average Gorgas height is about 12 feet with 18 feet at the rarest. Weight can vary between 950 to 2,180 lbs.
Muscular bodies are clad with the biological armor of their reptilian kin, the keeled scales along their body have a physical durability and texture similar to steel, with exceptions to a softer underbelly of leathery and pale scales. They have six limbs, a pair of legs and two arms, however the back row of arms are modified as functional wings. Though all four hands have opposable digits, the wing-bearing arms are less flexible outside of flight. Gorgas also have a long and flexible tail that has a modified bit of keratin on the tip that acts similar to a spear.
While there is no distinct dimorphism between genders, individuals can vary greatly. While height is an obvious factor, the Gorgas also have a wide variety of horns (or lack of), including shape, numeration, form, and overall diverse number of horns on a head. Some Gorgas may have more beak-shaped snouts where as others have saurian-like, or somewhere in between. Their scales are plated and keeled, and can vary between shades of green, black, red, orange, blue, and white. The eyes of a Gorgas resemble that of a Crocodiles, and are bio-luminescent, giving off a faint glow that may resemble a dim candle in the dark. Eye color can range from Yellow, Red, White, Blue, and Green.
Firebreathers:
Like many reptiles of Reijar, the Gorgas have a unique biological evolution of heat-based organisms. Though cold-blooded their organic composure seems to have an indefinite heat resistance. Bone, flesh, and organs do not burn or disintegrate even at the most extreme of exposures to intense heat such as bathing in molten rock or plasma rays. And like some other reptilian species of their homeworld, they possess a breath weapon, in their case, being able to exhale a flammable gas that can be ignited with their modified forked tongues and lips if clicked at the right friction. This reaction can create a jet of intense flames up to 12 meters. In the wild this weapon is more so used to kill giant insects, keep themselves warm, clear forest debris, or temporarily blind would-be predators similar to a smokescreen, since most of the dangerous wildlife are also immune to the fire, it serves more as a smokescreen.
Hunter:
They have an excellent sense of smell with their forked tongue. They also have great vision, and can see well enough in the dark due to their glowing eyes.
Flight:
Their wings are not just for show as even the heaviest of Gorgas can pertain flight in gravity relative to that of earth's or lower. With strong arms they are able to fly for a good period of time.
Physical Armor:
Aside from their softer underbellies their steel-like scales are difficult to crack or break.
Monstrous Strength:
The average Gorgas is able to lift well over a ton of weight. They are able to bend and even break iron bars in half, and can get through steel with their claws eventually.
Ancient:
The Gorgas (as well as many other reptile species of Reijar) have an indefinite lifespan, their is no defined limit to growth nor does there cellular replication wear out. Biologically immortal, their longevity isn't fully achieved due to their primitive nature. Death from disease, war of other tribes, and the environment itself is common. Additionally, their longevity comes at a price. Not only do they reproduce at a low rate, but it takes a 100 years for a hatching to reach sexual maturity.
In most regions of Reijar temperatures below 85 F is an infathomable concept, The Gorgas can not tolerate low temperatures well due to their cold-blooded nature. They can be kept at room temperature, but in such conditions due to slower digestion they are forced to become rather lethargic and having lower stamina reserves. Temperatures below that, and they can easily die of hypothermia.
While most of their scales are as strong as steel, their pale scales on the lower end of their body such as the chest are much softer and easier to penetrate with ballistic and/or melee weaponry.
They are not entirely immune to plasma based weaponry, depending upon the scale of the weapon the mere explosive force can gore them. They can still drown in lava and dropping them into a star would still kill them instantly from the factors of no breathable oxygen, intense gravity, etc. While resistant to acids and bases, as they will not succumb to chemical burns, their scales do soften and break, and flesh and bone can be eroded with strong chemicals.
The Gorgas are very rare to see outside of their planet, and with good reason. Aside from a few exceptions that leave the planet for the stars, the Gorgas race is at a technological point of the stone age. They have yet to develop any vehicle, and their only weapons are makeshift spears, bows, and other such equipment. Granted some have been able to hand craft metal weaponry, needless to say their technology is far to primitive to be practical compared to the rest of the galaxy. The Gorgas remain as primitive tribal communities in their planet.
unable to make their own weapons, the Gorgas that due end up outside of their technological realm have difficulty using foreign technology. Alien armor does not fit their body at all, and their weapons can barely be used in their massive and clumsy claws. For those looking to hire a Gorgas, they more so expect to hire one for raw muscle then anything else, as that's all their conventionally good for.
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Enforcer
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a 7 foot blade and a 1 foot handle, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted shield that can attach to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: When he does speak, it would sound something like an orc trying to speak a Russian Accent, if you can imagine that. |
4,427 | 109 | 4 | 2,361 | 99 | Shyr was just about to head into the ship when a deep voice rumbled out from behind her. One of her ears flicked around for a moment before she turned, promptly coming face-to-waistcloth. She blinked a few times before she shifted her gaze up, going past the scaled belly, large torso and wide shoulders before reaching his draconic face. After a moment she dropped her eyes back to his waist.
"You get to walk around with just that on but I have to wear this stupid thing!? Bullshit!" She exclaimed with a small flail of her arms. After that she looked back up to his face.
"I bet it's because you're tall. But anyway, if you on the Monroe, then yah I'm a recruit too. Just got here too so I have no idea who I'm supposed to talk to." She replied to the rather large individual as she motioned to the ship behind her. While she herself had an accent, she was rather fluent in the language as she had been getting used to it ever since she first joined in with the pirates. | Name: Shyr Dracosis
AKA:
Age: 19
Race: Elg'Cahl
Appearance: Fairly standard for a Elg'Cahl, with bright green eyes and rusty red fur. Stands at 3'8"
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Engineer, fighter
Hider cus this blew up real fast.
Bio: Taken from her homeworld by a group of pirates who had intended to use her as fighting slave, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going to be doing their dirty work by force. After several disastrous attempts, the Captain of the crew opted to offer her a place on the crew itself, her fighting abilities in exchange for a share of the spoils. The promise of violence and being free of the small room she had been contained to made her quickly accept, and she soon adapted to their lifestyle. Shyr's curios mind eventually led her to begin pulling things apart to see what was inside and how it worked, starting small on things like laser weapons and slowly got bigger, up to computers, generators and even the engines of captured ships.
The pirate gangs success ended half a year later when they were attacking a ship and a Galactic Security forces arrived, causing them to immediately surrender as they knew they were outmatched. The crew was quickly sentenced for their crimes, but Shyr was a difficult case. While it was undeniable that she had helped the pirates, she did so without knowledge of the laws or even the Galactic Committee, being kidnapped herself. Eventually it was decided that she would be returned to her homeworld, but this idea was met with heavy resistance from her as she was adamant about remaining in space, wanting to explore and discover all the new things in the vast darkness. They tried to argue her out of it, but bringing up that the only place that might fit for an Elg'Cahl would be in the Expedition Force was counter productive as she loved the thought of a group dedicated to exploring the unknown with a high level of danger. So after a short three month course on mechanics and engineering (so she actually knew what she was tinkering with) she was shipped off to to the Monroe as their 'engineer'.
Personality: Shyr is a surprisingly happy and upbeat individual, curios about both people and things around her. She loves to find new things, but above all else the one thing that makes her the happiest is the thrill of a challenge, especially if violence is involved. She is a very fast learner, notable with how fast she picked up on advanced engineering.
Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, tooth and claw
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: Keeps a flask of toxic liquid on her at all times, made from metals from her homeworld. In combat she prefers close quarters, taking a liking to shotguns in particular. |
4,428 | 109 | 5 | 62 | 2,653 | A Last, free meal
L'azul sat in one of the many food-courts on the station, a plate of warm food before him recently aquired. The warm noodles and broth sat in front of the Kautada as he stared, eyes un-moving and expression implaccable. His ordinarily pale white skin was a muted pale blue as he stared at the food before him. Anyone who'd me the amphibian in the last ten or so minutes would tell you he was like many of his species, cheery and full of joy, happy to meet and carry a conversation with anyone. A bit tiring perhaps but pleasant like most all of his species. Now though, with the eyes off of him and his meal before him... alone... he ponders his situation.
Framed. Stripped of his credibility. Wiped from records like he didn't exist. Recorded as a vile monaster, a breaker of ethics. And this? A bowl of noodles and broth, was to be his last meal as a free Kautada. After this he was to report to the Monroe on schedule... a ship filled with criminals, murderers and thieves. Now... they would be his only companions... until the day he died. He'd never see his family or old colleagues... this was it. A bowl of noodles on a space station that were rapidly getting cold. His last act free was eating a bowl of broth and noodles... what a wonderful few days it had been.
He began t eat the noodles, drinking the broth quietly and preparing to leave. Once done he sighed, shouldered his duffelbag full of possesions and made his way to the docks... it was time to see the ship he would die in, thought the doctor. | Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt
Age: 53
Race: Kautada
Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.
He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team: Chief Science officer
Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.
After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.
Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/
Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.
Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.
Other: None |
4,429 | 109 | 6 | 986 | 1,735 | As much as Kaite would have had the opportunity to change, the registration feed blurred his eyepatch with names that filled the manifest. As tasteless and inelegant as he saw the checks fill on the digital ledger, as if people could be so simply reduced to a weight threshold the same as cargo, the officer was obligated to stop in the middle of punching in the airlock code. Canceling the process, Kaite turned to look out from his perch and holding still as the HUD highlighted the marked individuals.
Long ears uncomfortably shifted in the hat, and the Aylv frowned only enough to break the placid neutrality his demeanor typically held. Kaite had little to smile about on a good day, and being the first line of defense in name, alone, was a bitter icing on his cake that he was obligated to eat.
An intimidating presence or a long shadow would follow someone of his position, but authority glared from under the pauper's attire as Kaite leisurely strafed back down the gangplank. Watching the marked newcomers with what was perceivably a single eye that looked between them, Kaite pulled his scarf down. "Velcomen to Zeh Monroe!" he chirped with all of the professionalism he could manage, accenting the final word with definitiveness like a conductor announcing the last stop of a train.
"Sir Jackal ehn...zee fair lady Sha...Share...Sheer?" Kaite mused aloud in a manner as if to get their names right while he simply read them off his HUD, all the while slowly descending the gangplank. It would have had more weight if the one that greeted them didn't look like some half-blind human pauper.
The large one worried Kaite the most, even if he was a runt. Being so large was a good way to get eyes turned on your, especially while toting hunks of iron and essentially naked. Judging eyes would furrow their brows in silent exasperated contempt for the backwater pair of boots that walked on its own and had a record of simply wanting to be there. However, this was not the expression in the eye of the concierge whose eyebrows lifted as they grazed through their file. Impress.
Were it not for the shackles of monetary value and a lack of a place to go besides the safety of The Monroe, Kaite would have been jealous of such a frivolous expression of free will. Dying among the stars was certainly a romantic punctuation to the moral sentence, one that the chief of security could not possibly understand, having never set foot on solid soil. Choice was never an option or want.
Jackal's lack of criminal record earned him as much as a blink from the stone-faced Kaite who wrote him off as being a non-issue with only as much trouble as bridging the cultural gap would be. That bit was not the officer's problem or concern, more instinctually put off by their size than anything.
Kaite's amber eye drifted over to the awkward, furry and stout individual who was clad in a long leather jacket. Fumbling with the name, Kaite assumed it to be some form of alien pronunciation, as the combination of letters in the translation were just as confounding as reading it as it was. It was not often that he saw someone shorter than he was, and it was comforting in a contrasting way that was almost comical enough to eke out a smirk. What they had been griping about, Kaite was envious of, more than willing to take the coat off their hands since sensors fed a track of reverberations that registered as dialogue. Objection and accusational skepticism aside, humanity hadn't been so blatantly on the fake Aylv's side as clothing had not mattered until it was brought up.
Kaite muttered a soft "Hrm" upon reading their rap sheet that read like the rest, for what it was worth. Getting the 'good' end of the stick just was not enough, and they wanted to see the stars, too.
Why not throw your life to the winds while your head is in the clouds...
Distantly coming to mind, Kaite briefly pondered on what kinds of worlds the two came from where they would choose literally anywhere else to die than live with what they knew. It made no sense, but there was no room for questioning since the orders had come in...and the manifest was checked; cargo accounted for.
- - - - -
Curious as was the origin and reasons behind someone to throw everything in favor of an inglorious death with the title of 'criminal', business continued and Kaite was twisted pleased to see at least one of the figures before him who deserved to call The Monroe their shuttle to hell.
"Ah! Ehn heir doktor!" Kaite jokingly broke from their arguably French accent in favor of teasing at Germanic for the sake of playing with the Kautada. Their record held tabs of 'crimes against nature', and various citations of moral ethics violations, painting them to be some kind of amoral mad scientist. However...the eerie pale blue tinge to their chameleon flesh and downtrodden eyes swiftly smudged Kaite's eagerly impish grin back to a discontent frown. He had hoped to take some delight in playing gatekeeper to damned souls as per inspiration from texts he was encouraged not to read.
No sense teaching a potentially unstable clone about common religion.
Dissatisfaction.
There was nothing to gain from berating the creature who would have stood statuesque in an expression of joy, were it not for those eyes. It was hard to tell if they were looking at me, but I still felt like I was cut by my own words simply by saying them. The expression was difficult to read, but it spoke a nebulous volume of shame and guilt...and maybe an acceptance? He...L-as...Lazool? Laz was caught. Whatever he did, it didn't show in how he carried himself.
It was like watching Seventy-Four trudging back after his first beating; unsure what they did, but less of a being after it. The thought gnawed at my soul with the welling strength of memories like bile in one's throat.
Kaite's expression quickly flattened, eye narrowing in distant understanding as he watched 'Laz'. "Yes, velcomen to zeh Monroe, La..as-ool. Vould you mind I call you Laz?" he began once more, though in a softer tone, truly fighting to accommodate their tone. In that, a thought came to mind where the concierge so rudely welcomed others without introducing himself.
"I am named...ehhrm...Kaite! Yes! Ehn iz zeh utmost ouf privilege to cooperate vith you-ors for zeis period!" Kaite chirped, offering a pleasant yet curiously off smile as if it were rehearsed and slightly off with how it was somewhere cutely closer to a smirk.
"Ahz zee security officer ouf zeis Monroe, I endeavor to...our...longevity" Kaite continued, versed in listening far more than speaking. Ironically, the poor communication left the nearly blind being in charge of welcoming the nearly blind. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,430 | 109 | 7 | 1,574 | 4,505 | At one of the many viewing platforms placed all around the Spire, a woman sat watching the ocean of stars. Doctor Achieng Chima had spent nearly ten galactic-standard years in space, but the endless, glittering vastness of the cosmos never failed to awe her. It was strange – space was so much like the ocean, vast and rich and dark and full of promise. At the same time, it was so different, so foreign to her that it made her almost sick for home.
Almost.
The day she had left her home and her planet, barely an adult, she’d vowed to never return to the house that had borne her so much pain. That young Achieng had been full of rage and sorrow. That young Achieng was a bit of a fool, but what young being wasn’t? Sometimes all she dreamed of at night was the scent of the sea, sweet-spiced fish and fresh wine, and her cousin. He and his mate probably had a dozen children by now, doing the dutiful thing and extending their clan line. While she had done things that were…
Well, “dutiful” was a rather subjective term, wasn’t it?
“…you’re stalling.” Achieng murmured to her star-speckled reflection in the glass. “The Monroe will have windows. You will see new stars as they pass.” She lifted a small, worn pendant from her chest and pressed her lips to it, murmuring a brief prayer against the stone. Then she maneuvered her tank down from the platform and got on the way to her new home.
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Several minutes later, she stalled again, staring at the dock labeled Monroe and seeing the ship just beyond. It wasn’t a pretty ship. Even she could see that much. Instead, it was like an old warrior’s blade, nicked and worn and used. The wear in it told stories, spoke of battles and victories and losses and promises. Her breath caught just thinking of it, but she shook her head. “You’ve been in worse and you know it – are you a little fat fry all over again, begging to hold mother's hand? Onward, Achieng, ride the wake or fight the current.” With that, she brought her tank forward, waiting in line behind those who were already waiting to be checked. | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,431 | 109 | 8 | 2,640 | 592 | Collab with Vulkan, Akayaofthemoon, and Jones Sparrow
The recording sent chills down Raymond's spine, but he didn't show it. Head Representative Rivers and Raymond were now in the Monroe's meeting room. The two sat in silence for a moment before Raymond asked the obvious question. "This wasn't within Committee space, was it?"
"No, no it wasn't. The Council has thought it best that an exploration team should be the ones to investigate, it is your jobs after all..."
"The people who sent this obviously had military experience. They're being ambushed, and yet you won't send a military unit after them... It's too dangerous and not worth a real risk." Ray laughed a bit, looking at the man. "Another suicide mission? You guys really like pushing our odds. The Head Representative sighed. "Raymond, you're the best leader this damn Committee has ever seen. I see your father in you, whether you want to accept that or not. His specialty was defying odds. It's in your family. You and your crew are more than capable of coming back from this. In fact, I'm counting on it."
"You say it like we have a choice, Representative... send the files to my quarters. I'll do a debriefing with the crew once they come back. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find the new recruits." Without another word Ray left the man, and made his way out of the ship. From all that he was told, this wasn't going to be like anything they've fought. Ray never heard people so scared in his life, and he's been to a lot of places. He could still hear those screams in the background of the recording...
He exited the ship through the hangar door, he was still lost in thought until someone called after him. Ray turned to see a what seemed to be a Committee engineer walking towards him. Was the ship acting up? No, everyone did maintanence the first day they were here...
"Evening sir!" said the engineer cheerfully, strolling up to Ray like he was an old friend. He wore a completely grey boiler suit, to the point that it looked like all the colour had been sucked out of it with a straw. "A fellow from the Committee asked me to take a quick look around your ship for any problems! Apparently there's been a bit of a problem with this class of craft before, and we all thought it would be better safe than sorry! "
He ran his fingers through straw colored hair, keeping the cheery smile on his face.
Raymond felt an uncertainty about this guy. He was too cheerful, too confident... and too... bland looking. But Ray shouldn't judge the guy, he was a bit biased around Committee members of any kind, even engineers. Too many things were going through his mind at the moment, so it was probably his short temper at the time, not the engineer.
"Yeah, of course... Is there any point of the ship that would be the problem? We had a team do an inspection when we landed a couple days ago." Ray said without suspicion, just a bit of annoyance. The crew was currently without an engineer so everything was kept up to date by Ray, and Tango. As if his pride wasn't hurt enough today.
"Wonderful!" said the engineer, clapping his hands together. "Just show me where the engine room is. Its generally just a wiring problem. If everything goes well, you wont have to worry about anything down there ever again!" He picked up his bag. "Well then, shall we go?"
Ray crossed his arms, staring at the technician, the suspicion still lingering, but he put it aside. It was just his pride like he said. The captain of the Monroe nodded a bit, before starting to walk up the bridge into the ship. "Right this way." He responded.
The walk to the main engine room in the Monroe was an awkward one. Ray didn't respond much to the man's cheerful attitude, it wasn't every day that someone treated him and his crew with respect. They were criminals after all. The elevator ride seemed like eternity, but it finally opened up to the red lighted room, and the soft humming from their surroundings. Ray lead the engineer through a walkway, where next to a large engine battery was a hatch on the wall.
The engineer nodded in thanks, putting a pair of rubber gloves on and opening the hatch, proceeding to move some wires around and snap something with a pair of pliers. He hummed a small tune as he did so, as if this was the greatest work of his life.
"Ahhhh..." he said, in a very satisfied voice. "There's the problem. Did your previous engineer install that beforehand?" He asked, pointing inside the box. "Take a look."
Raymond watched the engineer closely as he did his work. The Monroe was his pride and joy at this point, and a stranger moving things around made him nervous. When the engineer asked his question, his brows furrowed, and moved closer, trying to find something irregular. "I don't see anythin--"
The engineer gave another smile for good measure, this time, it wasn't cheery, almost...excited. "Cant you see it? Its right...
He lifted his arm, the live wire still crackling, suddenly, it shot forward, straight towards Ray's neck.
The tone the engineer had sent shivers down Ray's spine, and before he could think, his instincts kicked in, moving his head at just the right time before the loud crack of the live wires shot forward. Raymond slammed his arm down on the "engineer's" elbows, trying to knock the wires out of his hands before rolling backwards.
The engineer yelled a single swear word in a strange language as the wires were knocked from his hands, forcing himself to twist away to make sure he didn't get electrocuted himself. He moved back, watching his opponent roll backwards. He shook his head.
"My. They did not exaggerate about you, human. I'm going to have to do this the less...elegant way. Maybe its for the best, really. A celebrated captain, given redemption on this funny ship...only to electrocute himself and die a painful death before he can do anything. How would your little crystal friend react to that, I wonder?"
He broke into a combat stance...and paused.
"...this shapeless thing isn't going to do me any good." He muttered, indicating the boiler suit. Shaking his head, he took another deep breath.
The surface of his body began to writhe, and then fold in on itself, almost seeming to shrink. Colours began to swirl around, the greys of the boiler suit turning into reds and whites as they reformed into a new shape. A slightly smaller one, but a lot more lean. Finally, the colors settled, and he opened his eyes and mouth, breathing out. His hair was a dark red, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a black jacket. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone.
"Now then..." Kellian purred in his new voice, crouching down, before launching himself forward at high speed, chopping his hand towards Ray's throat.
Raymond didn't say a thing during the engineer's speech, only holding his hands up defensively, and glaring the more he talked. How did he know all about this? And why was he on someone's deathlist? After his mother's death and being sent to prison he wouldn't have cared about whether or not he died too. But ever since he was put in charge of this team, he had a small sliver of hope inside him. The hope that he would eventually see his sister again, and that they would come back after their last mission with a pardon..He heard enough when he started to talk about Rae. He was about to step forward to strike until the man started to melt, and take a completely other form. Raymond watched in a sense of amazement, and disgust.
His movements were unbelievably quick, and it almost took Ray off guard, He pushed his hand aside, trying to use his other arm to get in a quick uppercut, but it didn't connect. Raymond cursed silently as he lost his footing, making him exposed for a very short time.
Kellian smiled, watching the human bat his hand away only to miss with his uppercut. Funny how evolution worked sometimes, especially considering his race got the jackpot. Shapeshifting would have been nice enough, but the speed and strength? Someone was looking out for them.
"Shame we are populated by power crazed maniacs..."
He pushed the thought aside as he spun around, giving his fist momentum as he smashed it towards the human's stomach. This was getting interesting...usually people didn't survive the strike to the throat.
For such a skinny looking body, he sure knew how to pack a punch, but Ray has been hit harder. You learn to take every strong hit imaginable at The Rock.The impact still hurt a lot, and knocked the wind out of Ray. He gasped, but managed to stand, dodging another very quick blow, and managing to make contact with the creature's jaw... Most of the time that would make a man fall cold, but this wasn't an ordinary guy. The question was: what the hell was he? Through the dodging and counters and punching,
Ray tried to think about what he could be. There has only been one case of shapeshifting aliens in the past that the Committee knows of. He couldn't remember the specifics, but he knew that these guys were sneaky, and dangerous. They lived within their society for years secretly until they were found out. Ray thought that they all fled, but apparently not.
Kellian smiled as his fist connected wth the human's stomach, only for it to turn into a mixture of surprise and amusement when he took it far better than he should have. He expected to have at least torn his stomach muscles, leaving him at Kellian's mercy. This guy had evidently gone through some similar training.
His train of thought was interrupted as the human's fist launched towards his chin. Kellian moved, but still took a glancing hit. He doubled back, holding his mouth. tasting blood in it. He was lucky that he hadn't taken that hit full on. If it had connected, it probably would have ripped his head clean off his neck. He had been careless. It was slightly embarrassing...
He shook his head, and broke into another combat stance.
"You have any idea how much of a pain in the ass this is going to be? You could have died in a nice and accidental way, but no...you have to dodge it, and start fighting me instead. Now I'm going to have people after me....that girlfriend of yours seems like the vengeful type. Made of crystals and all. I would rather avoid hurting someone pretty like that."
He shook his head, and composed himself. "Anyway, this is getting unpleasant. Time to die."
He launched himself forward, raising his hand again, but at the last second, dropping to the floor and sweeping Ray's leg from under him. If he got him down, this would be over.
The more this guy talked, the more he hated him. His left hand shook slightly, his other fist clenched so tight this his knuckles were pue white. "Are you going to talk yourself up all day, or you going to actually fight? Ray snarled, bracing for the hit of his hand, until he dropped to the floor, shit! Raymond didn't have time to react, he couldn't move out of the way of the quick shapeshifter, so he did his best to brace himself, hitting the floor hard.
Kellian smiled as his opponent hit the floor, only able to brace himself just in time. The assassin slid around his opponent and came to a stop, moving fluidly like a snake as he launched himself at his opponents back, getting an arm around his neck and the second arm pressed against the back of it.
He smiled. It was over now. He could either break his neck, or choke him. Either way, this had been fun. He was evidently tough, breaking his neck might be difficult...oh well, a good choking it was to be, then.
"Sorry." he said, sounding genuinely disappointed. "I'll be seeing your lady friend very soon...when I give condolences at your funeral. I might also bring flowers, if you die nice and easily."
With that, he began to squeeze.
Even though he was getting choked to death, Raymond never stopped struggling. He tried to slam his elbow into the man's stomach, clawing at his hands, trying to wriggle out of the man's grasp but he was just too damn strong! As he started talking about him and Rae again, he tried his best to tell him to do something to himself, before giving out a chocked scream, and reaching his hands out. He remembered the live wires. If Ray was going to die, he wasn't going to let this psycho do anything to his ship and his crew!
Kellian held the man tighter, wincing as the elbow glanced his stomach and scratched his hands, but kept holding him tighter and tighter. Just a few more seconds...then a few more...
Suddenly, he noticed that one of his opponent's arms was moving towards one of the wires. Kellian smiled, and whispered into Ray's ear.
"Go ahead. Try and grab it. Take me with you. If you can...I deserve to die." He then laughed with no mirth whatsoever.
Just a few more seconds...
Orange irises watched every movement meticulously, making sure that the attacker kept their attention on his victim instead of her slow barefooted advancement forward. Rae tried her best to block out the noises around her, only glancing at the Captain every now and then with her alternate vision to see how much time she had left to sneak up on the person above. Seconds, it had be now or else one....Raymond would do something incredibly unnecessary or two, would have he windpipe crushed and or no air flow left. Her eyes glared viciously, a crystalline hand snaking out to tightly grasp the side of the assault's own neck and hoping the surprise would make them release Raymond even just a little bit but she didn't plan to stop at just shocking them. Luirae had taken on stronger and even bigger opponents than the likes of this one and this time it was personal. She would not let those she cared for be harmed, not on her watch and not if she could change the outcome of the situation. Now that he was in her grasp, she quickly jerked them backwards by the neck, forcing the two apart as she slammed him down with calculated force to the ground's metal surface. It was not her intention to knock the attacker out at any rate but just enough to cause some pain as well as keep some distance from the Captain. Rae quickly moved from her now crouched position as she had to lower her own body to complete her attack and calmly moved into a position between the Captain and this red haired stranger.
Ray was knelt over, coughing and wheezing violently, trying to catch his breath. His eyes looked up to his savior, the one he had known for three years now. "Rae...Why..Down here...?" he managed to gasp, holding is throat.
Rae spoke softly and kept in a guarded stance, eyes never leaving the figure on the other side of where the two were as she did so, not risking an attack if it was a bluff. "Atlas, I strongly suggest that you keep speaking to a minimum and reframe from such unncessary questions at this time. I know you had seconds left before complete loss of airflow but did not have a good enough look at what damage may have been done. If you must know the answer then it must wait till we have figured out how to deal with this situation."
He still wasn't feeling well, but Raymond managed to stand, still coughing before limping towards the shapeshifter. Glancing at him. He had caused a lot of pain, and brought up a lot of things no one should have known about... How did he know? He should just let him lie there and get some sort of security to take him, but all the things he said about him, and Rae...
Raymond lifted his foot up and kicked him in the head, not enough to kill, or permanently injure, but enough to make sure he would stay down, and know his place. He didn't have any of his gear on him, but he did have some loose wire around the engine room. He quickly made the tightest and most secure he can around his wrists. "We'll throw him in a cell for now."He said with a raspy voice. He stood there for a couple seconds before he looked at the Doctor. "Thanks. I owe you one... again.
"It is my pleasure, Captain." Luirae replied before bending down and hauling their new prisoner on top she shoulder with a 'hmph' as she did so before standing both of them up. "Are you certain you are equipped to walk? A simple head movement should suffice as an answer if speaking is too much."
Ray managed a nod, taking deep breaths as much as his body would let him. He was amazed that Luirae was able to save him, and with little effort... Well, he shouldn't be too surprised. She had saved him from many things in the past, but this was the first time she had done it in a secluded part of the ship. "What were... you even doing here?" He asked again, walking behind the Doctor.
"Is it not obvious?" Rae questioned, not really understanding why Ray was stuck on such an unnecessary question. Was there something more to it then she realized? She paused in her steps, slightly turning to glance behind her at the man that was making her second guess her actions. "I was there for you. Tango informed me that not only had you been approached by a Council Member but also personal concerning the ship and in addition that you had never arrived to greet and or instruct the new arrivals. I tapped into Tango's systems to the monitoring surveillance and cross reference the personal data of said individual with Committee Records. According to it, the person you talked to was not scheduled to return to the Spire for another three days. It was obvious that a secluded area would be most logical for someone up to unsavory intentions. It was also helpful that Tango has facial recognition and was able to vaguely follow your path. I filled in the gaps in his flawed design. Next time, I will make sure he is better situated for such unpleasantries. Did this answer your question? Do you need any further clarification? I apologize if I have done anything unintentionally wrong as I could not think of much at the time other than to reach your destination as swiftly as possible."
It still fascinated Raymond that Rae could talk so clearly and precisely no matter what the situation was. Raymond's mind and perception of the galaxy was so chaotic, and uncertain... But that didn't stop her from simplifying every problem. "Amazing." was all he could say to her. Amazing was an understatement for Luirae. He could start to feel the effects of the fight he had with the shapeshifting assassin, his stomach hurt, his arms were sore, his knuckles cracked, and his throat was even more on fire than before. he had a lot of questions for the red head limp on Rae's shoulder.
Rae was more or less confused by the one word reply but it had not been a negative word which meant that it could have been the easiest way to say that he approved. Either way, now that she had a semi-decent look at Raymond, it was clear that the effects of earlier were starting to show. The plan to take the other to a cell first was probably not the best course of action anymore."Let's get you to the Medical Bay. I will just have to strap this one to a bed while I see just how much damage was caused to you. It will also be a more efficient way to keep an eye on him."
"No time... Recruits... New Mission..."
"Council Member....indeed there would have been a New Mission attached with their visit. I should have known better but I acknowledge that I am allowed mistakes especially given the current situation. You do not plan to receive the recruits looking like this, do you?" Rae spoke, a hint of irritation in her voice at not only a mission happening now of all times but to have been denied help by her patient so he could meet recruits that were by her understanding, not going anywhere since she was confident in her skills to say the very least.
There was no arguing with her, especially when it came to someone's health. Raymond knew he would survive. What would a few minutes be? His military training, all the times he was picked on at school, being hit by his step dad, all of these things made him able to withstand any injuries... Or so he thinks. "They'll see this side of me eventually...But fine. I promise they look worse than they are."
"Your body is not the injury I am worried about. It is the one you seem hell bent on straining even though I strongly recommended you didn't. If you damage your voice then how are you suppose to give orders. What if you suffer from brain or nerve damage due to lack of oxygen, how am I suppose to fix it before it is a complete problem or what if it could have been avoided had I been able to look sooner. I highly doubt that is the case at this moment but point being....you are not invincible Raymond Chase. That is why I am here. I am here so that you can be impulsive but safe. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yeah, I get it. He said quietly. It was hard to explain. He knew he wasn't invincible, but he knew that he could take a lot of punches. He knew that any mission could be his last, but he's convinced he will see his sister again. It's a constant struggle of Ray's to keep getting up, and keep going at all costs... But he couldn't do that if he didn't have a doctor like Rae.
Rae let out a long sigh, shifting the weight of the limp assassin on her shoulder before turning to fully face Raymond and stepping forward. She felt the shift in her eyes, everything suddenly black save for the man in front of her and the exact muscles she was looking for. Her hand softly reached out, brushing as softly as she could along the skin before pulling her fingers away. Blinking, the world came back into view and she moved her eyes from his neck to look into his eyes while her hand fell back to her side."No.....I am not positive that you do....."she stated softly before heading off in the direction of the cell blocks and integration room. Not saying a word as to why she changed her mind about heading for the Medical Bay and trying not to think of the sudden change herself as it was unusual towards her character to give up on a medical matter. This would have to be something to reflect upon later, however, for now she would chalk it up to less hassle and stress on her part. She had been told after all that it was well deserved every once and while to care for ones self before worrying about others... what a strange concept but it would work for now till she could reflect on the day. Luirae had honestly hoped that Raymond would have put aside his hurt pride and sought the needed medical attention of possible re percussive damage but it was obvious that would not happen till later...maybe much later.
Although her body seemed to be covered in crystals, her fingers were soft, and delicate, yet strong, and focused, as she moved them around his neck. He knew this wasn't the time, she radiated beauty and elegance in almost everything she did... He stood still, staring at the doctor, until she made her comment. He glanced over at the walkway that lead to the docking bay, where he could hear Kaite introducing himself to the new recruits. Although he had a job to do as the Captain of the ship, he couldn't feel comfortable with leaving Rae with the assassin. "Tango. I need you to go greet the recruits that just arrived until I get back. Make sure Kaite doesn't get too carried away." He said out loud. "Yes, Captain. the robotic voice answered.
Ray then caught up to Luirae, watching her move with little effort as she carried the would-be-killer. Dynael. He remembered what he was, or what he thought he was. There was only one known shapeshifting race to the Galactic Committee. He was quick, strong, and talked way too much. He bested Ray in a fight. He could think of a lot of reasons on why he didn't win that fight, but it wouldn't change the outcome of it. Why did he want to kill him? Who hired him? and how did he know so much about him?
Luirae was half surprised at the fact the Captain had chosen to actually join her in dumping the shapeshifter into a cell and also realized that logically, he would want to see everything over personally since his life had been threatened by the individual. She was not sure how this would go down since obviously this needed to be reported but it wasn't like they had not interrogated prisoners before they appeared to the council. She had swayed a few of the Committee Member's voted with words before and got them aboard the ship when she felt they deserved it. It would be a matter of one, did the being on her shoulder deserve it and two, if she could even convince Raymond if the shapeshifter was in her eyes an asset. It wasn't long before they reached on of the many cells in the block and bent down slightly before dumping them onto the floor with as much grace she could manage when being irritated. Rae stood up, making her way to the back of the room, rolling her shoulder bit before leaning against the wall.
The holding cells were renovated like everything else when Raymond got a hold of her. The room consisted of a heavy duty locker for confiscated items, instead of iron bars, the cells were engulfed in a dark red laser wall. If the power in the ship were to go out, an emergency iron wall would immediately fall, though. You could never beat the classics. Raymond watched the Doctor toss the shape shifter into one of the cells. He was deep in thought, his hand shaking slightly due to the aftermath, and anger. "We should inform the Committee. I don't think they'd give a shit about my well being, but I bet they'd like to know that there are still some Dynael around... You are a Dynael, right?"
"This one?"
"Number thirty-two. Shows great promise in assassination, but has not been overly responsive to control treatments. Honestly, we had this one low on the list. We have enough assassins already."
One of the man takes a closer look into his eyes.
"We may as well. Too many purebloods are refusing to accept this action. Assuming twenty-five pulls though, we will only have ten survivors of this entire program. You want to tell the Archon-General about it?"
"Fuck off."
"That's what I thought. Is he awake?"
"Yes."
"...Good. Lets get started..."
Kellian's eyes flicked open, instantly forgetting the dream and taking in his surroundings. He had last been strangling the human, then he heard a noise, and finally, he had woken up here. He must have had an ally nearby.
Ugh...this was stupid of him. He planned to pack a pistol in his engineer bag, but decided not to, at the risk of being searched. Yet, he had not been. Goddamn security in this place was a joke...
He looked up, at the human again. He noticed, with no small measure of amusement, the look of discomfort on his face apparent. And...Hel-lo...Crystal girl was even cuter up close. Realizing that the human asked him a question, he looked into his eyes.
"No, I'm that other shape shifting alien race your committee never told you about." He giggled, and spoke again.
"My turn for a comment. I never realized you were so tall. Then again, everyone looks smaller with my arms around their neck..." He laughed out loud.
"Your turn?"
"Big talk coming from a guy locked up." Ray responded with the same tone in his voice. He had dealt with these types all the time. Cocky, thinking they're clever. A lot of those types of people joined his crew... not many made it out alive. "So who was it that hired you to wrap your arms around my neck?"
Kellian looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
"Not a clue. They paid through proxy."
He proceeded to sit back, as if this was a relaxing conversation.
"My turn. Is your crystal friend seeing anyone? Because I like a woman who can throw a decent punch."
He paused for a moment.
"...that didn't quite come out how I intended, but you get the idea."
Luirae raised her brow a bit at the shapeshifter's comment but stayed leaning back against the wall calmly. She usually would have stated that she had a name so use it and left the other comments to be ignored but she understood that now wasn't really the time for that so she remained silent.
Raymond clenched his fist behind his back, but ignored the last question. "You said you got paid in advanced. You're that good? Has the guy hired you before?"
Kellian laughed out loud, clapping his hands together.
"Oh, thats cute. Ignoring my question. I wonder why that is...oh, and...maybe. Its impossible to tell for sure. People dont just walk up to me on the street and ask for someone's death. And they are hardly going to give their real names to a hired assassin! If they did that, I'd own half the Committee by this point..."
He got up, stretching his arms and legs.
"And that, my human friend, is all I plan to tell. So, what do you intend to do next? Torture me? I doubt you could do worse than my dearest dad. Give me to the committee? I would escape in minutes. Kill me here and now? That would be interesting..."
"Yeah well, who doesn't have an abusive father...Tango? You still have the Code 88 prisoner protocol? You know, the ones for uncooperative prisoners?"
"The one with the flamethrowers?" The monotone voice filled the room. "Nah, I was thinking the ones with saws and flamethrowers..."
Kellian was laughing again, seemingly ignoring everything.
"Oh please. If you are going to make rubbish up, at least make it somewhat plasible. Saws? Flamethrowers? Any idiot with half a brain would make up something about chemical and mental based interrogation devices, at least those work nowadays. I've been on the receiving end of plenty of them. Lets just say that you humans have...interesting preferences. I've had to put up with them for a while. I still hate hearing the sound "Nya"."
"Of course, if you are going to try and make me upset, I suppose I better try and do something similar. Don't whine because I play hardball when it comes to these things..."
He smiled, and his features began to shift again, this time his face became older, his shirt turning into military armour.
"Hey son. " said Kellian, now in the form of Ray's lost father.
"You really ought to be smarter for an assassin. That form is asking for a death wish in a way I won't even bother to describe since it would take up a vast amount of time and two, I cannot stand this...what is it humans say....pissing contest? Either way.... Luirae said calmly, before pushing off the wall and continuing, "Yes, we do actually have a chamber such as the one the Captain described, well at least the incineration part as I prefer to kill things with fire when contamination is involved. Obviously, threats aren't the correct way to deal with you as you are too busy hiding behind this fake facade. Does it make you feel better? To hide behind the masks of others with your shapeshifting? Are you afraid to look at yourself as you truly are? Or is it a matter that you wish others to not see you?"
Kellian stood up, and chuckled.
"You make a fair point." He said, switching back to his standard form.
"This specific form, I wear out of respect. He was a human agent who hunted me for over a year before the Dyanel Infiltrators incident. Lots of twists, turns, explosions, shooting and near misses before I managed to trick him and killed him on his own frigate. Destroyed the frigate too, just to be on the safe side. Let his crew escape, yknow, also out of respect. Pretty boy. This face has been useful. As I bet you can imagine, Ray..."
He walked up to the shield, almost touching it with his nose.
"And more to the point...what am I supposed to do? I am the last Dyanel pureblood. A manipulator, assassin, yada yada. What would accept me? Could I just go to the Committee and say "Hey, I'm a member of that race of deceivers that almost brought you to your knees a few years back. Oh, but don't worry, I'm the only one you can trust. I'm sure they will take that wonderfully. If I'm lucky, I'll get shot on the spot. If I'm unlucky, they will send me back to the hegemony and I'm sure you can guess what will happen to me there if that happens."
He sat back down, crossing his arms.
"So yes, my dear. This does make me feel better, and I dont want people to see me as I am. Because if I do, I will die, or worse, and I would like to feel better than that."
"What are you suppose to do? It is simple. Be something more than yourself. You have a gift to be anything you wish which means you have the choice to do anything and yet you choose to stay in the box that everyone has lined out for you. An assassin, a manipulator, a deciver. They tell you that is what you are. That you are nothing more. Do you honestly believe that is all you can be? I see the potential for so much more. It is a shame that you do not see the possiblities that could lie before you. Do not let anyone hold such power over you."
Kellian raised an eyebrow at her words, barely hiding a satisfied smile.
"Your words do make a medium of sense. yet, you say you see so much more. What is that then? What do you see in a shapeshifting killer like me?"
"A Marauder, as much as I hate to say it." Raymond replied, stepping foward. "You aren't the only one who's hated by the Committee. Turns out some of them don't approve of a ship full of criminals exploring the galaxy... Raymond sighed, still shaking a bit with anger from seeing the face of his lost father. "So it seems we all gotta settle with some decisions. You going to take your chances with the Committee, or the crew of the Monroe?"
Oh yes...how exquisite...
"Well, I might have had you wrong. There is some steel in there after all." Kellian said, getting up and walking over to the field again.
"I accept your offer." He chuckled.
"Be honored. This is the first time a Dyanel has ever sworn allegience to a non hegemony power. It's likely to be the last, as well."
Raymond was hesitant to press the button to let the assassin out. Call him crazy, but he wasn't too comfortable with letting his would-be-killer loose again... But he knew how the Committee worked. They would put him on this ship if they turned him in, and offered him the position. He just hoped that this wasn't the leap of faith that would kill him. He activated the button, and the laster wall fell, freeing the man. "Don't make me regret this.
"What is it they call you since I find calling you shapeshifter unpleasant?
Kellian walked out of the cell as if he was on a pleasant stroll, a smile on his face as he walked up to the two, keeping his hands free so they wouldn't think he was about to attack. He turned to the crystal woman, and smiled at her following her question.
"It's Kellian. Kellian Sythrac. Former Dyanel Intelligence Corps commander, and the last survivor of the pureblood project. I wouldn't mind knowing your name either, my dear." He said, in his smoothest voice.
He turned around to look at Ray, the smile still on his face.
"I assume there's some sort of orientation?" He walked up to Ray, keeping his hands free as he placed one on the soldier's shoulder.
"Thank you. This is going to be very interesting. I look foward to knowing you all better..." He said, whispering the last sentence near Ray's ear as he gestured at the exit.
"After you."
"Luirae Driani and I insist you go first."Rae replied politely with a gentle smile, gesturing to the exit. There was no way, in this universe that she was willingly going to let someone she didn't know walk behind her. That just asked for trouble in her opinion.
Raymond once again ignored Kellian's last comment, and looked over at Rae after her own comment. "its time to meet your new crew mates. He said, leading the two out of the the cell block. Now that this little situation was "settled" he had to meet the new guys and brief them on their new mission. And inform the Council of what happened today. | Name: Kellian Sythrac
AKA: Operative Onyx, The Silent
Age:25
Race: Dyanel
Race: Dyanel
The Dyanel are a carbon based race, distantly related to reptiles in their true form, having a wiry muscle structure that gives them surprising speed and strength. Their main trait, and the thing that makes them so disliked, is their ability to shape shift into almost any form, copying their voice and appearance perfectly. Their entire society revolves around this aspect, with their true forms being a very closely guarded secret. Lying and manipulation are widely encouraged in their society, to the point that Dyanel are known for being surprisingly good losers, although they will always try and get their opponent back afterwards, often in a unpleasant way. Dyanel are also known for being incredibly patient, for the aforementioned reasons.
Their government is known as the Dyanel Hegemony, which, although small, has garnered a fearsome reputation for espionage and assassination of all who threaten them, both within the Dyanel and without.
The Dyanel are fairly new to the galactic stage, only making contact with the Galactic committee thirty-six years ago. This was due to their home planet being in a fairly remote part of the galaxy, any outside ship that found them, would be destroyed.
The Dyanel actually knew about outside life for a long time before their official contact, but chose to remain hidden in order to prepare for when they met the other races. Their plans were to introduce themselves as allies, only for Hegemony agents to infiltrate the ruling classes of the other races, allowing the Hegemony to garner power and influence far beyond the home world. Unfortunately for them, before this plan could be put into full effect, an attempted coup by the Dynael intelligence service sparked into a full blown civil war. The majority of Dyanel agents returned to the home world upon hearing of this, completely ruining the plans for the Hegemony and making the other races suspicious.
The civil war ended after a year, with the intelligence section losing and it being completely purged afterwards. The damage was done though, and almost all the other races had figured out what they had tried to do. Becoming pariahs, the Dyanel rarely leave their planet anymore, due to the not-entirely undeserved prejudices against them.
Appearance: (This is just his preferred form when in public)
Faction: Freelance Contract Killer (Former Dyanel Intelligence Commander)
Role in Team?: Tactician, Stealth expert, Spy
Bio: Kellian was born to a colonel in the Dynael intelligence service and his paramour. He was the eldest of four children. Shortly after his birth, his father was made aware of a new program within the service known as "Pureblood", designed to train the next generation of saboteurs and operatives for the galactic stage. His father put Kellian in the program at the age of three, and he proceeded to pass with flying colors, learning the arts of lying, seduction, manipulation and murder before he was even a teenager by human years. However, out of all of these, murder was the part he truly excelled at, to the point that his instructors, who had been some of the hegemony's best agents in the day, were impressed.
Finally, at the age of fourteen (Dyanel grow to adulthood by the age of 20, but live at least twice as long as humans) He was sent along with a Dyanel "Diplomatic group", where he proceeded to put his skills to work, becoming an incredibly effective agent despite his youth. He was responsible for assassinations, political scandals, impersonations and various other illicit activities throughout the next ten years. He was promoted to commander following the success of a particularly difficult mission, and would have gone further, if not for several of his father's old comrades launching a coup d'etat, including several of his instructors and fellow purebloods. His father, on the other hand, remained loyal to the government and was put in charge of hunting down the last members of the pureblood program that had joined the rebels. Being the son of a trusted loyalist, he was above suspicion, and ordered to kill his former friends and instructors, who, arguably, had been more of a family to him than his real one.
Unable to decide, and his faith in the system he had trusted all his life shattered, he took a third option, and vanished, using the form of a human agent he killed as a disguise. The hegemony has attempted to find him, but with little luck. Seeing as the Dyanel have been humiliated since evidence of their activities have been uncovered, it is almost impossible for them to follow him. He knows exactly how to remain hidden.
In the last year, struggling to make ends meet and secretly missing his old life, he started work as a contract killer throughout the galaxy, mostly specializing in killing targets through accidents. He took the alias "The Silent", because of this. Very few people know of his existence, and no one knows his identity as a Dyanel. He intends to keep it that way.
Personality: Conficting with his identity as a professional killer, former intelligence operative and all round ne'er-do-well, Kellian is a cheerful and friendly person, always happy to help people out with their needs and is generally described as a nice person to be around. Of course, underneath that happy image he can be extremely cold and calculating, able to read people easily and manipulate them with next to little remorse, assuming he needs to. If he ever gets close to people, he can be incredibly protective, even willing to lay down his life for theirs if he needs to. As he has had next to no friends in his life, he will cling onto those he does get, somehow. He is also extremely awkward around women, again, stemming from his limited non-professional contact with them throughout his life (he was also taught to consider them a distraction unless the mission involved seducing them). He is a lot more confident with them in the field though.
Weapon(s) : He does not carry any weapons in particular, preferring to procur whatever he needs in the field. Most of the time he will use stealth, charisma and his race's strength and speed (the latter of which is fast even compared to other Dyanel) to get what he needs. If needing to use a weapon, he will use short blades and silenced handguns.
Star-fighter?: He has learned how to fly most starfighters, but does not have one of his own.
Family/Relationship?: His father was promoted for his loyalty after the failed coup, and now serves as the Vice-Director of Dyanel intelligence, making him one of the most powerful men in the hegemony. He has placed a massive bounty on his son's head, but hasn't needed to pay a thing. His mother was killed during the coup, in a bombing on her settlement block. His three younger sisters also joined the intelligence corps, and are all on track to receive command positions like their big brother soon.
Other: He has a habit of subconciously moving things around a room if the owner isnt looking. |
4,432 | 109 | 9 | 62 | 2,653 | A New Home
L'azul continued his march to the docking area to where the Monroe was docked. The ship in which he would spend the rest of his days. Branded a criminal and breaker of ethics, a monster... what a terrible fate. His skin only grew to darker shades of blue as he made his way through the busy crowds, none engaging the strangely colored salamander in conversation so that he could continue to mope in his own sadness. His melancholic attitude was not improved when he finally laid eyes on the ship, if anything it only soured further as he approached. The large, gunmetal grey ship was to be his home and his tomb. He wondered if he might take up poetry once more in order to vent his feelings upon this... was there any chance of the council finding him innocent one day? Would he ever be able to see his family and colleagues again? No... truly he was lost to them now forever. Until his life expired he would exist on this ship with other 'criminals'. Murderers and pirates and thieves and... and... that... oddly attractive one standing on the gangplank...
The Kautada's skin changed back to white quickly as he saw 'Kaite'. the short creature carried an odd accent as L'azul approached. "Oh well Laz is just fine! It was a nicname I have had for a long time! It is nice to meet another member of the crew!", the salamander said excitedly as he quickly walked up the ramp to meet Kaite. His skin had taken a very light pink tint to it as he stood right next to Kaite. "'Aund vaht soot ouf cratoor are you'?", he giggled slightly mocking Kaite's accent as he stepped behind him, twwo of his 4 hands squeezinf his face lightly before drifting down to his shoulders, his two lower arms grabbed around his midriff, "Clearly a mature specimen from skin texture and limbs comparitive size. Not human unless an extremely rare specimen...", the scientist continued to muse. His lower hands drifted to rest on Kaite's hips while his upper arms drifted along Kaite's own limbs, "Hmmmmmm... I already think you are quite an interesting one! Where did you pick up your perfect accent? A strange combination of human Germanic and French...", he giggled. | Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt
Age: 53
Race: Kautada
Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.
He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team: Chief Science officer
Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.
After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.
Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/
Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.
Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.
Other: None |
4,433 | 109 | 10 | 986 | 1,735 | Kaite's eyebrows lifted as the Kautada's skin bled its hue in favor of a snowy white. Though it took him aback, the shift seemed to Kaite like a bit of soul had worked its way back into the supposed monster. For what it was worth, the security officer considered it a good thing, as their past meant little and morale was important to maintain on such a vessel as The Monroe...lest old tendencies escape its inmates.
"Serendipity, Laz eit iz. I look forvard to vehrking vith-" was about as far as he made it into the more formal greeting, going so far as to offer a gloved hand to shake. However, it seemed that the new edition had other intentions than engaging in respectfully civil formalities as Laz stepped past the gesture to smoosh Kaite's face.
Kaite froze from both the question and the new science officer's disregard for personal space. The first thought was to consider culture, assuming this was a type of greeting even though the audacious roaming of their hands was anything but welcoming. "Perhaps iz best not to say" Kaite coldly replied to the question of his race, uncertain existentialism aside, he was still technically outside the ship. With that, he pulled an arm free to pull his scarf back up as his grit teeth had shown a glimpse of fangs. "Ehn I vahz...raised...by humans, you could say. Iz how I learned to speak- now, vill you kindly?" the continuation to the response came with a bit of a bark to his tone as Kaite turned enough to push L'azul back to arm's length, scarf mostly covering his confused blush.
"I-I am an officer ouf zeh Monroe, as I stated. I encourage you to keep a respectful distance from me, Laz" Kaite insisted, pulling his hat back down into place with his free hand as the cramped ears fluttered, underneath. Being addressed in such a way was the last thing he had ever expected, having the most intimate contact with another individual be a tossup between shaking Raymond's hand when they first men, ushering in his new life, or strangling his brother to death. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,434 | 109 | 11 | 2,361 | 99 | Shyr's ears came up when she heard Katie approaching from the ramp. She looked.over to him, inspecting the figure as he welcomed them to the ship. It took a moment to figure out what he actually said, and she found both the fact that he had an even thicker accent than her, and that he had called her a 'fair lady' to both be extremely funny. Obviously he either wasn't informed about her species and prior... activities with the pirates, or the Committee simply hadn't cared enough to slap something together to warn them. Either way she decided to play nice for now, entertain herself by stringing them along until she was needed for some violence. She looked to him with a smile on her face.
"Ah! I take it your here to help us new members get acquainted with the ship!" She said in a cheery voice, a complete 180 from her earlier swearing. Always fun to keep people guessing. She heard something mechanical come up somewhere behind her, but she had her focus on the individual in front of her. | Name: Shyr Dracosis
AKA:
Age: 19
Race: Elg'Cahl
Appearance: Fairly standard for a Elg'Cahl, with bright green eyes and rusty red fur. Stands at 3'8"
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Engineer, fighter
Hider cus this blew up real fast.
Bio: Taken from her homeworld by a group of pirates who had intended to use her as fighting slave, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going to be doing their dirty work by force. After several disastrous attempts, the Captain of the crew opted to offer her a place on the crew itself, her fighting abilities in exchange for a share of the spoils. The promise of violence and being free of the small room she had been contained to made her quickly accept, and she soon adapted to their lifestyle. Shyr's curios mind eventually led her to begin pulling things apart to see what was inside and how it worked, starting small on things like laser weapons and slowly got bigger, up to computers, generators and even the engines of captured ships.
The pirate gangs success ended half a year later when they were attacking a ship and a Galactic Security forces arrived, causing them to immediately surrender as they knew they were outmatched. The crew was quickly sentenced for their crimes, but Shyr was a difficult case. While it was undeniable that she had helped the pirates, she did so without knowledge of the laws or even the Galactic Committee, being kidnapped herself. Eventually it was decided that she would be returned to her homeworld, but this idea was met with heavy resistance from her as she was adamant about remaining in space, wanting to explore and discover all the new things in the vast darkness. They tried to argue her out of it, but bringing up that the only place that might fit for an Elg'Cahl would be in the Expedition Force was counter productive as she loved the thought of a group dedicated to exploring the unknown with a high level of danger. So after a short three month course on mechanics and engineering (so she actually knew what she was tinkering with) she was shipped off to to the Monroe as their 'engineer'.
Personality: Shyr is a surprisingly happy and upbeat individual, curios about both people and things around her. She loves to find new things, but above all else the one thing that makes her the happiest is the thrill of a challenge, especially if violence is involved. She is a very fast learner, notable with how fast she picked up on advanced engineering.
Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, tooth and claw
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: Keeps a flask of toxic liquid on her at all times, made from metals from her homeworld. In combat she prefers close quarters, taking a liking to shotguns in particular. |
4,435 | 109 | 12 | 1,154 | 1,925 | Crickets chirped loudly through the Colorado air. The warm wind moved the large fields of grass that surrounded the modest farm house. The lights shined inside the house, the front porch was filled with an assortment of toys and crayons, but children were nowhere in sight. Inside the house was a very drunk man who had a "rough" day at work and wanted to let his anger out on his family members. Luckily, though, they weren't in the house. A trap door on top of the roof opened, and up came Jamie Chase with a small child in her arms. Her cinnamon colored hair was pulled back in a pony tail, she wore a white t-shirt, and some comfortable jeans. Her lip was freshly cut, and her hazel eyes were just starting to look better from a black eye. With the small girl still in her hand, she used her other one to help another child up. "Come here, sweetheart." she said gently, even with the muffled screams from the drunk down below.
"He won't be able to catch us, baby." The woman assured the young girl in her arms. "He's too round to fit in this small square." She said with a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Come here, RayRay."
8 year old Raymond Chase stared down at the trap door, his fists clenched. His dark brown hair was messy, like any child his age. He had a couple of missing teeth, his t-shirt was freshly rung out, as if someone just grabbed it, and a fresh bruise was on his cheekbone. His intense green eyes glared down the stairs, as if deciding on what to do exactly. "hey." The sweet voice of his mother said. Raymond turned to her, and she had a desperate smile, as if begging him not to do anything stupid. Raymond slammed the trap door closed, and walked over the sloped roof, taking a seat.
The two of them sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the rural night. The stars were shining brightly, to the right of them a large glow was near the horizon, indicating where Denver was. Space ships flew across the sky, and the lights from the civilized moon were glowing brightly. Ray's mother was comforting his younger sister, Anna. Raymond kept staring at the sky though, thinking about his father. Not the man downstairs. His ACTUAL father.
He then felt his mother's hand reach for his face, to examine the numb part of his cheek. Raymond didn't meet her gaze, and turned the other way. "It's okay to be afraid... Your father loved the story of Deimos and Phobos, the greek gods o--"
"I'm not afraid." Ray said flatly, his eyes still fixed on the stars, but his body was shaking. "Especially when it comes to him." he added. His mother simply sighed. "It amazes me how much you look like your daddy. He always scrunched up his eyebrows, would push his jaw when out he was upset." Jamie Chase said quietly. Raymond ignored her. Every time they were up there she would hear about his father, and how amazing he was.
Silence.
"If he's so great, why isn't he here?" Raymond demanded. "Why isn't he here protecting you from getting punched, or keeping Anna from crying." His small voice broke as he turned to look at his mom. "Why is his best friend here treating you like shit--"
"Raymond David Chase you watch your language--"
"Where did he go, Momma? Why did he leave?" At those words Raymond's mother grabbed her child and pulled him close, her lips kissing the top of his head, her fingers running through his hair. Raymond fought back tears, as he buried his head in his mother's shirt. Raymond was only eight, but he knew more than most kids his age. He knew that for a while, his mother went to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, but when Raymond was old enough to take beatings, she stopped cold turkey. He knew that his step father, Brad, was a cheater, a dead beat, and supposedly his father's childhood friend. He didn't care what kids said about him, but whenever someone talked badly against his sister or mother, he would always beat the living crap out of them.
"Your father is the bravest, most amazing man I've ever met." Jamie said against his head. "He never told me where he had to go... But he's out there, sweetheart." She pointed out towards the cosmos, and Raymond looked up, as if trying to see the man himself. "He wouldn't leave us unless he absolutely had to... You are so much like him."
There was a sound of breaking glass from below and a long line of curses that made Anna start to whimper. Raymond clenched his fist again, but the feeling of his mother's arm around him calmed his nerves. "I'm afraid of him." Raymond confessed, looking away from his family again. "And I hate him. I hate him so much, Mommma."
"It's alright to be afraid, baby. The bravest, and best people always have a bit of fear in them."
"He doesn't do anything but hurt you and I can't do anything to stop him--"
"Listen to me. Don't you worry about me. Brad is a man who thinks he's brave, and better than everyone else. But someone who is really brave doesn't do that kind of stuff. They don't go picking fights to start them, or because they think they can and have a right to. They have to be afraid to fight, because when they have to, you know it means a lot to them... And I want you to promise me that when you grow up to become brave and strong like your daddy, you won't come back here and try to fight Brad. I will do anything to protect you and your sister from him, do you understand me?" Jamie's voice was calming like river, but had a serious tone that made Raymond look at her and nod.
"Why don't we just leave? So we don't have to protect anyone, and be happy?" Raymond asked quietly. "It's complicated Ray... Sometimes you have to do things for others that you know is scary... But everything will be okay, and we will be happy."
"Pinky Promise?"
"Yes. I Pinky Promise." Jamie laughed, taking young Raymond's finger and wrapping it around hers. There was another moment of silence before Raymond spoke up again. "I'm going to be better than dad. I'm not going to leave you and Anna ever. I won't let anything bad happen to you guys." Raymond declared, his eyes fixed on the stars again. His mother had tears in her eyes and she simply hugged him again. "I know you won't, sweetheart."
---
Raymond did leave them. Ray was forced to the Galactic Military Academy at 12, after he attacked Brad for almost killing his mom. While he was gone, his mom died, his sister was scarred for life, and Raymond was accused of murdering his step father. This shapeshifting assassin reminded Ray of Brad... And that made him unsettled. He was strong manipulative, willing to fight just to do it. Raymond wanted a rematch, to kick him off his ship, but he knew he'd be right back, and Raymond couldn't beat him in the state he was in... And he made a promise.
The Captain of the Monroe approached Kaite, seeing that he was doing his best at keeping the recruits situated... It was an interesting story of how Kaite joined the crew. Ray was unsure about him at first, but the small creature did do a lot around the Monroe, and seemed to actually enjoy being a part of something... Raymond didn't know a lot about its race, but so far he gained the Captain's trust.
"Kaite doesn't like to be touched, Doctor L'Azul." Raymond said with a hoarse voice, still hurting from the fight from earlier. He tried to ignore the looks of concern from his crew mates, mostly Rae and Kaite. "I'm Captain Raymond Chase. Welcome to the Monroe, your new home."
He saw that the other three recruits were also on their way, talking to the Monroe's Security Officer as well. It was an odd group he had this round of recruits. A lot of criminals came and went. Either by death, or they decided that they'd rather spend time in a prison instead of risking their lives. He had a new Engineer, enforcer, assassin (apparently) and a counselor since the Monroe apparently needed that...After reading the files of the crew, She'll need all the help she could get with this group.
"Everyone, the new recruits are Docto L'Azul, our new Science officer. Jackal "Wyrm" Westari, our muscle. Shyr Dracosis, our engineer. Achieng Clan Chima, our uh, psychologist... And, our new... Tactician, Kellian. Come on in, we'll show you your new home. | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,436 | 109 | 13 | 682 | 1,490 | Clothes. Clothes were an interesting concept. Reptilian Genitalia is something already concealed by flaps of skin for both his kin and many other reptiles, unlike these mammalian creatures who's reproductive organs were exposed to the world. There was never any urgency to hide what was natural, anyhow, in Jackal's conscience. Still, this is just part of that culture Jackal had to adapt to. He need not wear anything more, granted little foreign attire could even hope to fit him, but he had to respect their boundaries.
The great beast was silent as his eyes focused back and fourth between the two very tiny people in front of him. By now the size between him and humans was something he adapted too, but these creatures were even smaller. The thought was strange. Back home, Jackal was treated as a runt, but here he was a giant. There was something satisfying about that.
Jackal was mostly quiet. He didn't say a word as the other short one, who's accent was hard for Jackal to understand, briefly introduced him. With the arrival of who he presumed to be the rest of the crew, and their leader, his eyes focused entirely on that who announced the new arrivals. The group as a whole, from what he can tell, was a mish-mash of various races and characters. Perhaps this is to be expected from galactic prisoners. The whole culture was still something he didn't understand as of yet.
Being gestured to enter, Jackal would lower his posture. In a hunched position his lanky arms now walked among the metal floor with his legs as he entered the ship, as to avoid bumping into the ceiling. Before getting into this position however, he would bite on the handle of his sword, being the giant hulking piece of metal that it was. The yellow orbs of his eyes took note of the advanced detail the ship had, something he always admired looking at whenever boarding such a vessel. | Name: Jackal Westari
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Homeworld to the Gorgas, Reijar is filled with hyper-predatory reptiles and other monstrosities. It is a part of a single planet star system on the outskirts of humanities known exploration. With the world being primitive, extremely hot in many regions and possessing dangerous jungles, the world has only provided two exploits. Game for thrill-seekers to hunt, and those that wish to 'adopt' a primitive Gorgas.
Native to Reijar, Dragon-like is the best way to describe them, as they are six limbed and massive bipedal beasts. The average Gorgas height is about 12 feet with 18 feet at the rarest. Weight can vary between 950 to 2,180 lbs.
Muscular bodies are clad with the biological armor of their reptilian kin, the keeled scales along their body have a physical durability and texture similar to steel, with exceptions to a softer underbelly of leathery and pale scales. They have six limbs, a pair of legs and two arms, however the back row of arms are modified as functional wings. Though all four hands have opposable digits, the wing-bearing arms are less flexible outside of flight. Gorgas also have a long and flexible tail that has a modified bit of keratin on the tip that acts similar to a spear.
While there is no distinct dimorphism between genders, individuals can vary greatly. While height is an obvious factor, the Gorgas also have a wide variety of horns (or lack of), including shape, numeration, form, and overall diverse number of horns on a head. Some Gorgas may have more beak-shaped snouts where as others have saurian-like, or somewhere in between. Their scales are plated and keeled, and can vary between shades of green, black, red, orange, blue, and white. The eyes of a Gorgas resemble that of a Crocodiles, and are bio-luminescent, giving off a faint glow that may resemble a dim candle in the dark. Eye color can range from Yellow, Red, White, Blue, and Green.
Firebreathers:
Like many reptiles of Reijar, the Gorgas have a unique biological evolution of heat-based organisms. Though cold-blooded their organic composure seems to have an indefinite heat resistance. Bone, flesh, and organs do not burn or disintegrate even at the most extreme of exposures to intense heat such as bathing in molten rock or plasma rays. And like some other reptilian species of their homeworld, they possess a breath weapon, in their case, being able to exhale a flammable gas that can be ignited with their modified forked tongues and lips if clicked at the right friction. This reaction can create a jet of intense flames up to 12 meters. In the wild this weapon is more so used to kill giant insects, keep themselves warm, clear forest debris, or temporarily blind would-be predators similar to a smokescreen, since most of the dangerous wildlife are also immune to the fire, it serves more as a smokescreen.
Hunter:
They have an excellent sense of smell with their forked tongue. They also have great vision, and can see well enough in the dark due to their glowing eyes.
Flight:
Their wings are not just for show as even the heaviest of Gorgas can pertain flight in gravity relative to that of earth's or lower. With strong arms they are able to fly for a good period of time.
Physical Armor:
Aside from their softer underbellies their steel-like scales are difficult to crack or break.
Monstrous Strength:
The average Gorgas is able to lift well over a ton of weight. They are able to bend and even break iron bars in half, and can get through steel with their claws eventually.
Ancient:
The Gorgas (as well as many other reptile species of Reijar) have an indefinite lifespan, their is no defined limit to growth nor does there cellular replication wear out. Biologically immortal, their longevity isn't fully achieved due to their primitive nature. Death from disease, war of other tribes, and the environment itself is common. Additionally, their longevity comes at a price. Not only do they reproduce at a low rate, but it takes a 100 years for a hatching to reach sexual maturity.
In most regions of Reijar temperatures below 85 F is an infathomable concept, The Gorgas can not tolerate low temperatures well due to their cold-blooded nature. They can be kept at room temperature, but in such conditions due to slower digestion they are forced to become rather lethargic and having lower stamina reserves. Temperatures below that, and they can easily die of hypothermia.
While most of their scales are as strong as steel, their pale scales on the lower end of their body such as the chest are much softer and easier to penetrate with ballistic and/or melee weaponry.
They are not entirely immune to plasma based weaponry, depending upon the scale of the weapon the mere explosive force can gore them. They can still drown in lava and dropping them into a star would still kill them instantly from the factors of no breathable oxygen, intense gravity, etc. While resistant to acids and bases, as they will not succumb to chemical burns, their scales do soften and break, and flesh and bone can be eroded with strong chemicals.
The Gorgas are very rare to see outside of their planet, and with good reason. Aside from a few exceptions that leave the planet for the stars, the Gorgas race is at a technological point of the stone age. They have yet to develop any vehicle, and their only weapons are makeshift spears, bows, and other such equipment. Granted some have been able to hand craft metal weaponry, needless to say their technology is far to primitive to be practical compared to the rest of the galaxy. The Gorgas remain as primitive tribal communities in their planet.
unable to make their own weapons, the Gorgas that due end up outside of their technological realm have difficulty using foreign technology. Alien armor does not fit their body at all, and their weapons can barely be used in their massive and clumsy claws. For those looking to hire a Gorgas, they more so expect to hire one for raw muscle then anything else, as that's all their conventionally good for.
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Enforcer
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a 7 foot blade and a 1 foot handle, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted shield that can attach to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: When he does speak, it would sound something like an orc trying to speak a Russian Accent, if you can imagine that. |
4,437 | 109 | 14 | 62 | 2,653 | L'azul's eyes lit up as he caught a glimpse of Kaite's teeth. It was somewhat of a cultural greeting, the Kautada enjoyed close interpersonal relationships, often hugging eachother upon meeting or other more 'intimate' gestures. The sight of the elongated canines set the Newts mind ablaze, the life form could be anything! So many possibilities. The push away did very litte to deter the four armed scientist as he simply pushed back into holding range. His upper arms reached for Kaite's face, pullling his lips apart to look at the canines and teethe, his front arms rested on Kaite's hips before roaming over his stomach and hest, getting Kaite's shape down to help as well to narrow down his options.
"Such an interesting shape and beautiful canines! An amazing specimen! I cannot wait to perform proper inspection!", he said excitedly, not stopping as the captain and others approached. As he was informed by the captain that security officer Kaite did not enjoy being touched, the doctor shrugged, "I will give all members of the crew physicals at some point in order to aceive a higher understanding of their biology, anatomy, and ability to receive bionic, cybernetic or genetic enhancements... my specialty. He will have to endure it eventually in a more professional scenario regardless. Would be better to begin friendly!", he replied as he continued to 'examine' Kaite with his hands and eyes.
He listened as the others were introduced one by one, smiling at each in turn as he casually examined Kaite, moving around to his back once more as his hands continually roved the creatures body, squeezing and feeling in key places as he continued to attempt to ascertain his race. It was proving difficult... and L'azul loved a challenge. | Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt
Age: 53
Race: Kautada
Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.
He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team: Chief Science officer
Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.
After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.
Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/
Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.
Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.
Other: None |
4,438 | 109 | 15 | 986 | 1,735 | With the doctor at arm's length, Kaite stood in a side stance as the persistent hands flailed in his direction in spite of the captain's hoarse assurance of the officer's resistant behavior. "Ouf course, miss. Iz-" he began before the captain introduced the newcomers, silencing himself to instead pay close attention to Raymon's voice more out of concern than respect. Kaite had gotten that way when drinking water wrong, though there was something different about this case or about the man in general, since inhaling a sip usually reduced one to a spontaneous coughing fit to clear the issue.
The brief instant of distracting thought was apparently all that the doctor needed to be upon the chimera once more. The audacity of the digits pushing their way past Kaite's scarf to pry his lips apart just so Laz could gawk at his teeth sparked a chill somewhere in the security officer's small frame.
Kaite let out a snarl, snapping his jaws in response with an audible click as he shook the hands from his face. "I vill haf to do nohzink you say, doktor, but require you to know your place!" he barked through bared teeth as he stomped his way into Laz a few steps and assert authority by pushing him back into the wall of the airlock entrance. The amber glow of his exposed eye burned with the constricting of the iris as the glare bore a hole through the Kautada. "Friendly yourself some manners..." Kaite hissed after a moment, losing his grasp of language in his state of heightened emotion before turning to leave deeper into the ship.
However, he paused to offer the rest of the newcomers a small bow, having grown weary of words of greeting by this point. While his HUD lit up with a few highlights and names of others that had shown up along with a 'committee designation', the security officer was making his escape and was certain to get a chance to meet everyone over the course of their travels.
For the time being, conditioning led him to be ashamed of his outburst, giving Captain Raymond a firmly professional salute though his eyes found their way to the floor. "Sir Raymond" he acknowledged in his own dismissal before turning off to enter the ship, proper. Once inside, Kaite shook himself before making his way back to the 'private quarters' of a broom closet he stayed in to change out of their stuffy disguise. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,439 | 109 | 16 | 1,574 | 4,505 | Achieng let out a mild sigh, wishing she'd spoken up sooner. She'd been so puzzled by the 'doctor' and his overeager display that she could not find the words to interrupt. That poor boy must be mortified. Anyone would, with that kind of strange treatment. She would have to find him later and apologize. With the child run off and the doctor left alone, Achi politely maneuvered her tank around the crowd. "Pardon me, I have to get inside before I start drying out in this air."
When she passed the strange doctor, she muttered to him in a low voice. "That was very rude, you know." Not the best, but it would do. Once she was on the ship properly, she held back her urge to explore it, and went right to her own designated room. There was a large tank already full with water, and she checked the acidity and temperature balance before lining her tank up with the entrance. Once she was in position, a valve opened and pulled her through into the blissfully cool water. "Ahhhh, finally." She swam around her new room, checking every corner of the large tank. Someone on the council had a passing familiarity with her species, it seemed; she'd been left a few decorations, small statues and cloths that made her feel rather homey. "Very nice."
Once she was done settling in, she decided to test the communications system. The Captain would be the first call. "Hello Captain Raymond. Whenever we are fully aloft and traveling, I would like to schedule primary visits for each of the crewmembers. You're included. I'm sure they will be reluctant, so I would hope that perhaps you would like to go first? Show the crew I'm no one to fear, hm?" She'd had poor reactions to her sessions before. People with weapons and power were never truly used to having to speak for what they had done. | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,440 | 109 | 17 | 2,640 | 592 | Fools...
Kellian walked ahead of Raymond, taking time to look around the ship and coo at some of the things he saw. Not to say he wasn't actually impressed. Dyanel ships were almost always cannibalized from other race's fleets, mostly the stuff that was lured into the system and destroyed. Still, it wasn't the most efficient way of doing things, especially since recently, just about any captain with half a ounce of sense avoided the home system like the plague. He had never been on something this advanced before, and was almost beginning to enjoy it. This was far more advanced than the outdated crap back on the homeworld.
He didnt take any notice when introduced to the other crew members, preferring to take a look around to see if there was anything to drink. Kellian did smile upon noticing...something hold the mouth of someone else open, commenting on the face and accent of the person they had a hold of, much to the obvious discomfort of the victim. Maybe this was going to be fun after all.
"What an amusing band of strange creatures. Im certainly going to enjoy it here." he exclaimed out loud, continuing his way around.
He couldn't help smiling again, the gleam in his eyes only just visible for a split second.
They were still idiots. Putting all these criminals on the ship. Putting trust in them? How was that going to work? They were criminals for a reason. Tricking that captain to let him on board had been a masterstroke, but he was still a little unsure what to do. Did he want to stick along and fight? Try and use this chance to further his own goals? Hell, just try and make money here?
He would decide what he wanted later.
Maybe he wouldn't even have to kill any of them. | Name: Kellian Sythrac
AKA: Operative Onyx, The Silent
Age:25
Race: Dyanel
Race: Dyanel
The Dyanel are a carbon based race, distantly related to reptiles in their true form, having a wiry muscle structure that gives them surprising speed and strength. Their main trait, and the thing that makes them so disliked, is their ability to shape shift into almost any form, copying their voice and appearance perfectly. Their entire society revolves around this aspect, with their true forms being a very closely guarded secret. Lying and manipulation are widely encouraged in their society, to the point that Dyanel are known for being surprisingly good losers, although they will always try and get their opponent back afterwards, often in a unpleasant way. Dyanel are also known for being incredibly patient, for the aforementioned reasons.
Their government is known as the Dyanel Hegemony, which, although small, has garnered a fearsome reputation for espionage and assassination of all who threaten them, both within the Dyanel and without.
The Dyanel are fairly new to the galactic stage, only making contact with the Galactic committee thirty-six years ago. This was due to their home planet being in a fairly remote part of the galaxy, any outside ship that found them, would be destroyed.
The Dyanel actually knew about outside life for a long time before their official contact, but chose to remain hidden in order to prepare for when they met the other races. Their plans were to introduce themselves as allies, only for Hegemony agents to infiltrate the ruling classes of the other races, allowing the Hegemony to garner power and influence far beyond the home world. Unfortunately for them, before this plan could be put into full effect, an attempted coup by the Dynael intelligence service sparked into a full blown civil war. The majority of Dyanel agents returned to the home world upon hearing of this, completely ruining the plans for the Hegemony and making the other races suspicious.
The civil war ended after a year, with the intelligence section losing and it being completely purged afterwards. The damage was done though, and almost all the other races had figured out what they had tried to do. Becoming pariahs, the Dyanel rarely leave their planet anymore, due to the not-entirely undeserved prejudices against them.
Appearance: (This is just his preferred form when in public)
Faction: Freelance Contract Killer (Former Dyanel Intelligence Commander)
Role in Team?: Tactician, Stealth expert, Spy
Bio: Kellian was born to a colonel in the Dynael intelligence service and his paramour. He was the eldest of four children. Shortly after his birth, his father was made aware of a new program within the service known as "Pureblood", designed to train the next generation of saboteurs and operatives for the galactic stage. His father put Kellian in the program at the age of three, and he proceeded to pass with flying colors, learning the arts of lying, seduction, manipulation and murder before he was even a teenager by human years. However, out of all of these, murder was the part he truly excelled at, to the point that his instructors, who had been some of the hegemony's best agents in the day, were impressed.
Finally, at the age of fourteen (Dyanel grow to adulthood by the age of 20, but live at least twice as long as humans) He was sent along with a Dyanel "Diplomatic group", where he proceeded to put his skills to work, becoming an incredibly effective agent despite his youth. He was responsible for assassinations, political scandals, impersonations and various other illicit activities throughout the next ten years. He was promoted to commander following the success of a particularly difficult mission, and would have gone further, if not for several of his father's old comrades launching a coup d'etat, including several of his instructors and fellow purebloods. His father, on the other hand, remained loyal to the government and was put in charge of hunting down the last members of the pureblood program that had joined the rebels. Being the son of a trusted loyalist, he was above suspicion, and ordered to kill his former friends and instructors, who, arguably, had been more of a family to him than his real one.
Unable to decide, and his faith in the system he had trusted all his life shattered, he took a third option, and vanished, using the form of a human agent he killed as a disguise. The hegemony has attempted to find him, but with little luck. Seeing as the Dyanel have been humiliated since evidence of their activities have been uncovered, it is almost impossible for them to follow him. He knows exactly how to remain hidden.
In the last year, struggling to make ends meet and secretly missing his old life, he started work as a contract killer throughout the galaxy, mostly specializing in killing targets through accidents. He took the alias "The Silent", because of this. Very few people know of his existence, and no one knows his identity as a Dyanel. He intends to keep it that way.
Personality: Conficting with his identity as a professional killer, former intelligence operative and all round ne'er-do-well, Kellian is a cheerful and friendly person, always happy to help people out with their needs and is generally described as a nice person to be around. Of course, underneath that happy image he can be extremely cold and calculating, able to read people easily and manipulate them with next to little remorse, assuming he needs to. If he ever gets close to people, he can be incredibly protective, even willing to lay down his life for theirs if he needs to. As he has had next to no friends in his life, he will cling onto those he does get, somehow. He is also extremely awkward around women, again, stemming from his limited non-professional contact with them throughout his life (he was also taught to consider them a distraction unless the mission involved seducing them). He is a lot more confident with them in the field though.
Weapon(s) : He does not carry any weapons in particular, preferring to procur whatever he needs in the field. Most of the time he will use stealth, charisma and his race's strength and speed (the latter of which is fast even compared to other Dyanel) to get what he needs. If needing to use a weapon, he will use short blades and silenced handguns.
Star-fighter?: He has learned how to fly most starfighters, but does not have one of his own.
Family/Relationship?: His father was promoted for his loyalty after the failed coup, and now serves as the Vice-Director of Dyanel intelligence, making him one of the most powerful men in the hegemony. He has placed a massive bounty on his son's head, but hasn't needed to pay a thing. His mother was killed during the coup, in a bombing on her settlement block. His three younger sisters also joined the intelligence corps, and are all on track to receive command positions like their big brother soon.
Other: He has a habit of subconciously moving things around a room if the owner isnt looking. |
4,441 | 109 | 18 | 1,154 | 1,925 | Raymond made it to his quarters and finally got to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. His eye was swollen, his lip cut, bruises and cuts and dried blood covered his body and face. A dark red ring circled his neck. To be honest he was a bit embarrassed at the sight. No wonder Rae wanted to get him examined. He did his best to freshen up, he took a cold shower, slowly tending to the bruises as he scrubbed around them. Moments later and he entered his main quarters.
The Captain's Quarters of the Monroe was a little bit larger than most quarters on the ship. Raymond's large desk was in the center of the room, with all sorts of papers and maps and files all over the tabletop. A bookshelf lined with trophies from planets, awards from the Committee, and a collection of human artifacts from his planet were on almost every part of the walls. A baseball cap, pictures, antiques from the old age. Maps, and posters, and notes were lined around the wall as well. A large globe of Terra was in the corner, and in the opposite one was a very old antique jukebox. One door led to the bathroom, while another led to the bedroom.
He wore a standard issue, dark blue slim and fit shirt, with black cargo pants and boots. His hair was still a bit wet, but it looked messily perfect as usual. His wounds stopped bleeding and he did his best to try and ice and tend the bruises, but he still looked bad. He was lost in thought when his communicator went off. Doctor Achieng. He knew why a psychologist would want to board the Monroe. A bunch of crazy, homicidal maniacs somehow working together to become famous within the galaxy... It was bound to turn some heads. He listened to the doctor's words, and hesitated to answer.
The last time he was interviewed was in a prison cell right before he got the offer to join the Expedition Force. "Already eager to start? I...Uh. Sure, Doctor. I'll let you introduce yourself to the crew after our meeting." He wasn't going to say no to the interview, but his voice clearly wasn't certain.
Raymond gave a sigh, and went over to his holographic terminal on his desk. He opened up the files of their newest mission. An S.O.S. retrieval call. On the outer rim of the galaxy, and the Committee has no idea who or what it is. He listened to the audio again, and chills went down his spine. The Captain uploaded a file to Tango, and one to Doctor Driani. As a Committee Officer she was to get all intel first.
With the push of the button, he stood up, and walked out of the quarters, and to the meeting room. This was going to be one hell of a starter mission. | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,442 | 109 | 19 | 1,574 | 4,505 | Just outside of the busy throng still gathered outside the Monroe, a Committee grunt walked up, his hand firmly grasping the arm of a handcuffed and scowling teenager. There was no Captain Raymond to be found, so he tapped into the ship's communications.
"Captain? We've got a last-minute addition to your... crew." He let the teenager go with a rough little shove and a glare. "Come and accept her and her remote, please? Or send someone?"
The teenager craned her head up, looking at the ship that was going to be her home for the next several years. "...3rd-Gen Assault class? Shit, this may be better than I thought." Her comment to herself was punctuated by her blowing and popping a bright green bubble of chewing gum. Jinayah wasn't exactly convinced about this entire endeavor, but seeing the stars and setting foot on new planets that no one else had touched sounded a lot better than prison. Busting out of lockup was getting old.
"Hey, Charlie! What if I do somethin' heroic or rescue somebody? Does that shorten my sentence?" Jin spoke to the Committee member with an easy tone.
The man whirled, barely restrained anger in his eyes. "It's Lt. Perrault to you, brat. Not Charlie, not even Charles."
"Okay, sure thing, Perry." Jin grinned wide, flashing her teeth at him and watching him snort in annoyance. It was too easy to get on this man's nerves, and his red face gave her no end of glee. She really hoped this Captain Raymond was less prone to getting bothered, otherwise this trip would be boring. "So let's get this disaster in the air, I want a workbench, come on! OW!" Her joy was cut short as the Lt. cuffed her upside the head with little delicateness.
"Shut up, brat, and wait until you're collected."
"Collected? Tch, what am I, an old wrench?"
"Shut it!" He smacked her once more, and stared at the other assembled criminals as if daring one of them to speak up.
Jin finally quieted, glaring daggers at the man before popping her gum several times, aggressively. "You think you're real strong, don't you Charlie? I bet you wouldn't be so touchy if I could get these cuffs and that stupid fuckin' anklet off... I've killed people bigger and smarter than you before. You'd better watch it. I still have friends outside that could catch you in a... quiet spot, you know?" She stared him dead in the face, her dark eyes wide and a rictus grin on her face. "I'd loooove to really see you without that precious Committee to back you. Just you and me and whoever stops breathin' first loses. Sounds fun, right Charlie?"
The lieutenant looked at the girl, and took a careful, measured step back. This half-starved brat had broken out of more jails than he had promotions, and he was pretty sure she was a murderer like the rest of the Monroe's crew, from the Captain down to that weird rabbit mascot.
"Any day now, while I'm still young, Captain?" | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,443 | 109 | 20 | 1,154 | 1,925 | The Comm's system streamed through his ear, starting with a soft beep to let him know he had someone on his line. He stopped in the middle of the glimmering white hall, and raised an eyebrow. "Copy that. On my way now." His voice still a bit hoarse from the encounter from earlier. "Tango, you know anything about this?"
"Jinayah Ifriti. She's escaped high security prisons three times, and on her last breakout attempt she chose to join the Monroe. Earth-born, has high skills in mechanics..."
As Tango was talking Ray was approaching the door, opening the ramp to reveal... a kid?
"She is also just 16 earth years.
The Captain of the Monroe looked at the council member, then the small girl. He had seen much bigger crew mates. But he hadn't seen so much hatred and anger in some of them as much as he sees it in her's. He bet she could make Grown Tu'Veeri step back intimidated... But Ray didn't look away just yet. He stepped up to the two, and was immediately handed a small remote.
"She's got a shock anklet. If she pisses you off or does something you don't like, just press the button and she's out for the count." The committee officer said. Ray looked down at the thing, then at the girl, seeming to glare at Ray and the remote. He put the remote away, and nodded at the Officer, signalling him that he's got it from here.
The two had a small stare-off for a minute. "You always this grumpy?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. "Wasn't expecting another crew member... and I didn't know they sent kids on suicide missions. But we're running late. And we got a job to do. Welcome to the Monroe. We'll fill you in on the way to the briefing room." | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,444 | 109 | 21 | 1,574 | 4,505 | Jin offered the Captain toothy false grin, flashing her green gum at him. "Yeah, I've got double the recommended dose of bitch for my age." She watched the Committee officer stroll off, and she gave him the finger with both hands. "...jackass. Hope he gets mugged on the way home."
Once the man was out of sight, she seemed to settle slightly, her dark eyes drinking in every corner of the ship. "The Monroe, huh? Weird name. Can I call her Marilyn instead? I heard she was some hot Earth actress from forever ago. Stole an old reader out of a library once." Either she was deliberately avoiding eye contact with the Captain now, or she was seriously curious.
"Hey Cap - can I call you Cap? Anyway, if I'm really going to die on this mission, could you be kind and just... off me in my sleep?" The smile was still there, but her eyes were fixed on Raymond's face. "I'd rather go quiet than, I dunno, shoved out an airlock to freeze to death in the icy, noiseless vacuum of space, y'know? I know I'm here to be some kinda apprentice engineer or some shit, but let's be real. I'm damn sure you're not planning to teach me the error of my ways or some crap, so you can drop the pretense of briefing me on anything. Just put me in a cell with a view of the stars? I'd like to see somethin' nice before I'm worm bait, 'kay?" | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,445 | 109 | 22 | 986 | 1,735 | A muffled scratching sound emanated from a supply closet, the denoting sign having been flipped to its clean side and '073' etched into the metal. Cramped for most people to be in, Kaite didn't mind the small space and went so far as to efficiently organize the various supplies to make room enough for a shelving unit to be repurposed as a desk of sorts. Behind it, Kaite knelt on his bedding, muttering softly to himself as he meticulously scratched another small fish into the metal wall with his knife.
"...A bottomless sea...a bottomless sea..." he whispered, finely scraping the details of his newest work's scales to make it glisten in the light. Dozens of the figures clustered the corner and floor, disappearing under the blankets and pillows which hid the hundreds of others. Finishing the ordeal, the chimera fell silent, leaning in to almost touch the wall with his face. His eyes were wide, though he closed one to peer into small fish as if trying to see something through a keyhole and close enough where the dull mint green glow of his eye reflected from the fish's beautifully sheered scales. To be honest with himself, Kaite wasn't sure what he was looking for, but felt compelled to do so like how one thoughtlessly bites their nails. It was a use of his time which Tango disapproved of, which was why the security officer left the eyepatch on the desk with a pillow over it after discovering the AI received a feed of the sensors in it.
To that end, it was highly unclear what Kaite did in his closet after the first report of him supposedly vandalizing the ship shortly after arriving.
After a few minutes, Kaite abruptly stood and finished changing, throwing his coat on and placing his box of clothes back in the corner to cover up his work. Kaite gave a few hops to shake himself out before snatching up the eyepatch and stepping out into the hall, putting it on to cover their green eye. Information already listed off an update to the roster that included the addition of another crew member.
A mechanic seemed useful, especially after what happened to the last one. The note of her age caught his attention, however, without a grasp of 'normal' life spans, it was more of a passing curiosity since the other crewmembers appeared to be much farther along with their age.
The idea of someone so young being put on a ship like The Monroe worked a bit of humor to Kaite's spirits, though the chimera wasn't one to be caught smiling. He had little to smile about...
As if conjured by the thought, a young voice sasses their way through the halls and worked a sigh from the security officer as he imagined having to deal with attitude. Ears tipping back, slightly, he considered finding another way to walk before the two rounded the corner. Kaite was compelled to act as though he wasn't avoiding them and instead approached and offered a canned salute before walking along with them.
"Zeh last minute addition?" he rhetorically asked, boots clicking as he walked and slipped on the wired black control gauntlet to begin panning through sensors to check the state of cargo being loaded. "You are velcome to look out zeh vindows, Miss...Ifriti, alzough I must clarify zeht zee Monroe iz your cell" Kaite said in an informing tone, having paused to double-check the girl's name and finding it strange but at least pronounceable...well, half of it, at least. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,446 | 109 | 23 | 2,361 | 99 | Shyr watched the entire affair, silently looking at the oddball group that had apparently been stuck together for this little adventure. So they had another small furry creature, a really big fish, an oversized lizard, a smaller overly touchy-feely lizard, the older, boring human and a apparently young one that had a foul mouth and attitude problem. This was going to be all sorts of fun. When the young one mentioned she'd be here as an engineer Shyr had to fight to keep a giant grin from spreading across her face. She hefted her bag further up her shoulder before heading over to them.
"So you'll in engineering with me, eh? I can't help but think we'll get along quite nicely." She said as she looked at the young girl with a smile and a slight sing-song tone to it. After a moment she looked to the Captain, smile never leaving her face.
"In any case, lets get going! I wanna see see how this big Tralamurrpau purrs." She continues before scooting into the main part of the ship, looking around the interior like a child exploring somewhere new. She idly wondered where the main engine room was, but figured someone would end up showing her after the briefing. | Name: Shyr Dracosis
AKA:
Age: 19
Race: Elg'Cahl
Appearance: Fairly standard for a Elg'Cahl, with bright green eyes and rusty red fur. Stands at 3'8"
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Engineer, fighter
Hider cus this blew up real fast.
Bio: Taken from her homeworld by a group of pirates who had intended to use her as fighting slave, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going to be doing their dirty work by force. After several disastrous attempts, the Captain of the crew opted to offer her a place on the crew itself, her fighting abilities in exchange for a share of the spoils. The promise of violence and being free of the small room she had been contained to made her quickly accept, and she soon adapted to their lifestyle. Shyr's curios mind eventually led her to begin pulling things apart to see what was inside and how it worked, starting small on things like laser weapons and slowly got bigger, up to computers, generators and even the engines of captured ships.
The pirate gangs success ended half a year later when they were attacking a ship and a Galactic Security forces arrived, causing them to immediately surrender as they knew they were outmatched. The crew was quickly sentenced for their crimes, but Shyr was a difficult case. While it was undeniable that she had helped the pirates, she did so without knowledge of the laws or even the Galactic Committee, being kidnapped herself. Eventually it was decided that she would be returned to her homeworld, but this idea was met with heavy resistance from her as she was adamant about remaining in space, wanting to explore and discover all the new things in the vast darkness. They tried to argue her out of it, but bringing up that the only place that might fit for an Elg'Cahl would be in the Expedition Force was counter productive as she loved the thought of a group dedicated to exploring the unknown with a high level of danger. So after a short three month course on mechanics and engineering (so she actually knew what she was tinkering with) she was shipped off to to the Monroe as their 'engineer'.
Personality: Shyr is a surprisingly happy and upbeat individual, curios about both people and things around her. She loves to find new things, but above all else the one thing that makes her the happiest is the thrill of a challenge, especially if violence is involved. She is a very fast learner, notable with how fast she picked up on advanced engineering.
Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, tooth and claw
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: Keeps a flask of toxic liquid on her at all times, made from metals from her homeworld. In combat she prefers close quarters, taking a liking to shotguns in particular. |
4,447 | 109 | 24 | 1,574 | 4,505 | Jin was about to fire off a hot remark about windows, but it stalled on her lips as she looked curiously at the rabbit-boy... thing... in front of her. She'd never seen anything like him. At least she wouldn't be the only brat running around on the ship. "Miss? You're... way polite for a criminal. Don't call me miss, it's weird. I'm probably older than you anyway. Call me Ifriti, or whatever serial number they threw on me this time. Pick one with a prime number, I like those." She popped her gum, wincing at the flavor. She had to shake these people before the ship got out of port.
Almost as soon as she thought that, another figure joined them. Rusty-red, feline, and irritatingly perky. "So you're going to be my babysitter, huh? Cool. I'd love to get my hands on some tools and see what we'll be dealing with." If her escape attempt didn't pan out, at least she'd be working with someone who looked like she wouldn't be bothered by dealing with a kid. | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,448 | 109 | 25 | 1,154 | 1,925 | It's the Monroe, Cap is fine, and -- Before he could finish his snarky comment to the younger crew mate, Kaite arrived, as if expecting it. He knew he would be a complication when he attached his eyepatch to the Monroe. He let the two talk, and then came another body, Shyr. The three of them were being polite, and talked with little problem. He knew that the newest recruits would try to assert themselves. But this was Raymond's ship. He would do his best to make that very, very clear if need be. One of his first recruits three years ago tried to take Raymond's quarters. The recruit was twice Ray's size, but after a fight and a lot of injuries, the new recruit was transferred for medical leave in critical condition.
Luckily he had no feeling of that hostility in them... But the way Jin talked and looked around made him uneasy. As if she was looking for the nearest exit... He wasn't going to judge the kid, and besides, Tango wouldn't let anyone get out of the ship that easily. The AI was still Galactic Committee property, and had very strict protocol when it came to many things.
"You'll get to see what the Monroe has to offer, but for now, we gotta get this done.
He lead the three to the meeting room, the large rectangular table meant to hold meetings of any kind. In the center of the table was a hologram projector, which came in handy to show maps and persons of interest. "This'll be quick I promise. Sit back, relax, and wait for the rest of the crew." | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,449 | 109 | 26 | 986 | 1,735 | The response was a bit different than what Kaite had expected. From how 'Ifriti' behaved and appeared, Kaite had convinced himself that trying his best at being playful would lighten the mood. Unfortunately, she seemed more intent on confrontation...at least to Kaite.
"Pardon, miss Ifriti. I vill note your preference" Kaite snarkily replied with his usual air of professionalism. His hand twitched and the HUD updated to replace her prisoner number with 'Miss Ifriti' so he wouldn't forget to make a point of it. "To elucidate, I vahz not found guilty ouf a crime...ehn you are likely much older zehn myself" he pointed out as they walked, his answers poised to cause only more questions which he wasn't in the mood to answer. Rather, the idea of tempering Jin's behavior with a layer of confusion seemed like a good way to start things off.
Her mention of serial numbers made his neck itch, curious if they tattooed numbers on criminals. The thought hadn't occurred until she brought it up, but it was comforting on a small level to know that he wasn't the only one who couldn't escape a number.
"I can see to eit zeht a room vill be found for you...short notice notwithstanding" Kaite made to assure, having no reason to slight such a simple request.
Thankfully, the other mechanic was on the scene to engage Jin. A small sigh of relief broke Kaite's statuesque composure, joyed that there was someone on the ship who was up for dealing with the other mechanic. Doubly beneficial was how they both had similar positions. Before he could even think his next though, it came to him as his thoughts drifted somewhere between wondering about the committee addition, Doctor Achieng and a thought about the briefing as Raymond mentioned it.
Finally, after the noise died down, Kaite distantly wondered how much of the new recruits he would actually end up seeing. They all had their jobs, so...why would he see them?
Others were always reclusive and needed to be checked on in case of suicides. The roster didn't seem like the kind of setup to be worried about.
Entering the room, Kaite picked a seat by one of the ends of the table. Tactfully crossing one leg over the other, his foot bobbed in the air while his gloved fingers twitched, probably reading something. | Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.
Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.
Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.
It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.
Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.
Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks. |
4,450 | 109 | 27 | 1,574 | 4,505 | Jin tipped her head, staring intently at the rabbit boy long enough to make it uncomfortable. Then she grinned widely, letting out an amused snort of a laugh. "Who knew bunnies had brass balls? I can respect that. I dunno who you pissed off to wind up here without actually breaking any laws, but it's nice not to be the only one who needs to climb to reach the high shelves." She looked around at the meeting room, then announced to the room in general: "Hey, I gotta piss. Where's the privy in this joint?"
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Once her things were set away and she did some rudimentary set up in the room marked for her therapy sessions, Achieng went to the meeting room, following the sound of voices. She maneuvered her chair into a corner, to not be in the way, and leaned back in the coolness of the water. The Captain was present, along with that young man with the ears, a feline female, and a small, scowling human girl. "I'm beginning to get very excited about all of this. I can't wait to depart!" | Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi
Age: 28
Race: Watamaji
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.
Faction: Council?
Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.
Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.
The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.
Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.
Star-fighter?: None
Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.
Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone. |
4,451 | 109 | 28 | 1,154 | 1,925 | Raymond had his arms crossed, staring down at the table as he awaited the rest of his crew. His head was throbbing still, but he was slowly starting to feel better than before. He could feel the anxious eyes on him as more people entered, all interested to see what Raymond Chase had to offer for the new crew mates, some of them even curious on how he had those fresh wounds on his body. He was more focused on trying to find a way to talk about the next mission.
When everyone was present, Raymond coughed a bit and stepped forward, moving his hands to the small console at the end of the desk. "Alright everyone, the Committee has tasked us with intercepting an S.O.S. from a planet on one of our outer sectors in the known galaxy."Ray spoke as calmly as he could, activating the clip that was shown to him only a few minutes before.
"....elp, Help!...Stranded...Planet is....We need Assistance from anyone willing to help... So many dead! Oh, Oh god...!" Gunfire, screams of both men and women, and faint explosions were heard through the muffled static of the message. Raymond ended the broadcast, and hit another button to show the mapped areas of the known galaxy. "This broadcast was traced back to this sector, it's not the actual point where it's broadcasted, but it's the closest we can get in the known galaxy... It's off the grid, and that's why we were assigned to it."
"The predicted source of the broadcast seems to be forty-two clicks northwest of this point. Once we get to the actual sector, it'll be easier to find the signal if it is still present." Tango's voice filled the area, showing the possible predicted path on the map.
"With that said, to get to the outer rim of the galaxy will take a little while. About 18 hours of hyperspace drive. Until then, Tango will operate some maintenance with the crew, and I believe the good doctor has some... documenting to do. Just do your job,
and if you're confused on what that is, talk to myself, or Tango. Any questions? Ray asked, looking around the room before dismissing the crew of concerned looking faces. | Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.
Star-Fighter:
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.
For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer. |
4,452 | 110 | 0 | 2,367 | 22 | It's been weeks, maybe even months when it all happened. This world has been doomed by their own inhabitants, and now they run for their lives. They run from what they created themselves! They run from... The death...
My name is Steven, 28 years old and have been running for my life ever since the day it all began. Perhaps it is what it is, perhaps this is judgement from god, if there ever was a god... My faith in him has been rather low lately because of the fact that when I needed him the most, he abbandoned me and let those I held dear die within my arms.
Now it is time for another day, but what will it bring? More death? Or perhaps a brighter future?
The city isn't what it used to be anymore after the army came. They tried to take down those who rose up again after they had died, but it was in vain. They got obliterated by them and in the end joined their ranks. Now this city is doomed, they walk within the streets and hunt those who try to survive.
There were quite some survivors within this city but one by one they all fell, they were torn apart by those things... In the news they were called the undead, those who walk this earth after they passed away. I call them Walkers, beings who aren't even worth being called human anymore...
When I noticed that the survivors began to decrease, I knew I had to do something... Something for this city to atleast make it liveable for those who stayed in this city and those who will come to this city...
So I did what most would do, searched trough the entire town for a suitable spot to make a shelter for those who would need it.
In my search I found a few survivors who wanted to join the cause, so now I had some to talk to and to discuss a suitable spot with.
But it didn't lasted long, we walked straight into a horde of Walkers... Only I made it out... Perhaps one day there will a spot where we can be safe...
My search continued and I made asure that this time I would keep my eyes open for every possible group of Walkers, survivors or a suitable spot for a sanctuary. Till now I've searched high and low and even had to kill a few of these bastards to remain safe...
Perhaps this town is just not suitable for a sanctuary, but I shall try and make asure those who are still here will gain a place where they can be safe! For now, I shall wander these streets untill the day that I find it. | Name: Steven Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Birthplace: Michigan
Preferred clothing:
Easy to run and climb in clothes. A simple black t-shirt, cargo pants and some strudy army boots.
Weapons:
Two ninja forearm machete's, stored at his lower back for easy access.
A bow for long range distance, only has 5 arrows left.
Personality:
Clever, Charming, Courageous, Honorable, Resourceful.
Weaknesses:
He fears guns and will never touch one! Sometimes he speaks to himself as if speaking to someone. He is addicted to ciggarets.
Habits or Quirks:
He has a habit of doing a daily workout, no matter what the weather is, also he tries to write as much information that he comes allong in his notebooks.
He is a perfectionist, everything that he does or uses must have a place or must go according to his ways.
Special skills:
Farming, because of this he has a certain knowledge of plants.
Knowledge of parkour or free running, which makes him an excellent climber.
Geographer, which means he's able to tell quite allot by the landscape.
Medium level Ninjitsu.
Former Occupation: Scientist
Hobbies: Ninjitsu, going to the gym, reading books.
Family: His father and mother own a farm, this is where he learned about animals and plants.
Friends: His job was his only friend.
Religion: Himself
Level of Education:
Hands on Science and technology education.
Hands on Genetics education.
Background: TBA |
4,453 | 110 | 1 | 2,805 | 53 | You okay Nathan? Miles called out as he and Kim turned the corner. Nathan stood over the mangled corpse of a viral at his feet. His titanium crowbar was stained the sleek crimson colour of blood. He withdrew the end from the eye socket of the body and strapped it back on his backpack. There was no point in washing the blood off. Nathan had maintained an average of six kills a day. The fear of knowing each encounter could be his last had worn off. This was there life now.
He fondled his breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes before lighting one up. Kim and Miles came closer. "Bum me one?" Miles asked, cutting the tension.
"No way kid. These things can kill you. There's enough of that going on already." Nathan said, taking a puff.
"Where are we going again?" Kim asked.
"A lot of those rich types got cabins or houses along the coast. We should be able to get some basic supplies. At least get out of downtown by nightfall." He examined the two. He wouldn't have expected them to be strong but they had proven themselves to be capable. Resourceful. Fighters. Kim was a young woman, part Thai, who spent the majority of her life just up north in Whiterock. Daring, but reckless. She was clever however. She'd studied medicine at the University of British Columbia before the outbreak. She was an asset. She stood clad in a blue hoodie and jeans, raven hair tied back in a ponytail. She kept a screwdriver and her golfclub on hand constantly.
Miles was her opposite. Tall and broad, with dark skin, brown eyes and curly black hair that seemed to stick right up. He was dressed in an old Supersonics T shirt and khakis. A massive hiking backpack was on his back, loaded with supplies, and he held onto a compound bow, though he was a terrible shot. He relied more on his hatchet. He was from Seattle and studied chemistry in University. He was more cautious and observant than Kim. The two were different, but perhaps that's why they fell in love.
"How much time do we have?" Miles asked.
"A few hours at most. We better move fast. God knows how bad those bastards get by sunset." Downtown Vancouver was a labyrinth of alleys, streets and dead ends. Even those who'd lived their for years often got lost. But in a world like this, one wrong turn can lead to your own untimely demise. | Name: Nathan Shepard
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Birthplace: Halifax, Nova Scotia
Appearance: Nathan stands at 5’11 and is physically strong and fit. He has fair skin due to European ancestry, and a larger jaw covered in grey stubble. His greying black hair is naturally wavy, and usually stays greased back. His eyes are grey-blue and he looks like a heartbreaker with his pure white teeth. The apocalypse has weathered him.
Apocalypse Gear
Preferred clothing: Nathan wears the tattered blue suit of the RCAF with a white t shirt beneath it. His pants match his uniform, and he has a utility belt and backpack strapped to his waste and back, each with their own host of supplies. He wears black gloves and hiking boots that contrast differently from the rest of his clothing.
Weapon: Nathan keeps a primary firearm with two melee weapons beside him. A Browning 9-mm pistol is sheathed on his belt as is a small utility knife. He keeps a red crowbar with white masking tape in the middle to grip tied to his backpack. His pistol has a capacity of 10, and he currently has two clips left in his backpack.
Personality
Personality: Nathan is both suave and charismatic, often managing to bend peoples will to suit his own goals. Despite this charming front, he can be a fierce leader when needing too and will resort to brutal measures for the good of him and those he loves.
Weaknesses (Fears, Ailments, Addictions etc): Nathan has an addiction to cigarettes, but is rather fearless. To him this pandemic is no worse than his time in the military, and he wants to power through it.
Habits or Quirks: N/A
Special skills: Due to his time in the military, Shepard knows how to fire a variety of guns, and knows a great deal, including how to fly planes. The job also awarded him great leadership skills which he often uses for the benefit of his group.
Pre-Apocalypse
Former Job: Air force pilot for Canadian Military
Hobbies: Nathan loved heights, and as a result, would often indulge in things such as paragliding and rock climbing. A professional man, he also wouldn’t turn down a game of darts or billiards at the local bar.
Family: Nathan was an only child, with an already deceased father and elderly mother.
Friends: Nathan kept in touch with many of his former military unit, including his closest friend Paxton Wallace. He was close with several neighbours as well in Calgary.
Religion: Atheist
Level of Education: High school Education
Background: Nathan Shepard was born and raised in Halifax Nova Scotia. At age twelve, he took his first plane trip to go to Hawaii, and loved flying. The feeling of being above everything, up in the clouds just drove him nuts. He became determined to be a pilot. After graduation at age 18, he left for college and achieves an Associates Degree in Aviation, and became a pilot. He wanted the experience of going across seas, and joined the Canadian Royal Air Force. He joined the reserves and trained constantly until he was in perfect shape to join. He went on his first excursion at age 23, and retired after fifteen years. At 38, retired, he moved to Calgary to be closer with his mother and father. His father passed away before the outbreak. After the epidemic occurred, Nathan geared up and checked on his mother, but she had fallen victim to the epidemic. He fled the city with a couple close friends, but all were dead by the time he met up with his group. Through his youth, he dated men, women, and after a brief marriage to a woman in his early 20s, decided he was gay. Sometime into the outbreak, he found himself in British Columbia leading a pair of college students. |
4,454 | 111 | 0 | 1,011 | 1,386 | When to this sense of fear and evil the inevitable fascination of wonder and curiosity is superadded, there is born a composite body of keen emotion and imaginative provocation whose vitality must of necessity endure as long as the human race itself. Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse.
~ H.P Lovecraft
Act 1: Baby Steps
Zone 2
Coalition Research Center 2-1 aka Babel
Many denizens of Zone 2 can rightfully claim that they have seen Babel before but not many can claim that they had ever entered the building. Built atop the remnants of the old Ministry of Defense building destroyed during the Long War. It was rather stereotypical in appearance to the government buildings created in the aftermath of the War, it towered above the rest of the city, five towers crafted of deep black stone that seemed to absorb all light that hit it, and connected by large glass walkways the glass tinted so that the public could not view inside. And yet there was something undoubtedly strange about the building. Specifically it had no outward fortifications to separate itself from the rest of the city, their were no guard post or high walled fences, no security of any kind could be determinable anywhere about the campus; yet no souls dared to move across the invisible boundary that lay between the sidewalk and the finely cut grass that surrounded that single pathway that lead up to the entrance of the primary tower, each stone engraved with the names of those that died in defense of the Zone. People on their commute stayed as close to the curb as possible as they hurried by, some even stepping in the streets than dare stepping on the grass. No squirrels dared to run across the grass to try and grab at an acorn fallen from a tree and not even the birds dared to fly above the building just like the rare planes from central that dared the hordes of demons to bring in personal and supplies to their island fortress who were always routed far and away from the building's airspace. It was as if none dared corrupt the sanctity of the place with their presence.
Though early in the morning before the sun peaked above the skies their was discernible moment happening around the campus. It was a routine that had happened four times before and would likely happen again afterwards. Large APCs arrived on the scene, first one arrived and then a second, and a third and forth before more than dozen came. They were parked so that they formed a small wall and that any curious onlookers breaking curfew or peering out from their windows wouldn't be able to see within. What they would of seen was a scene of organized chaos. Men and women in clean cut uniforms marking them as Coalition military began ushering children out of the vehicles, most seemed disorientated and some still had tears in their eyes. They were the profits of a successful mission that took place all across the Zone. More or less abducted from their dwellings and shoved into the APCs without much of a word they were all ushered back to Tokyo 2 for the next stage in the operation. It was more dangerous in night and they risk more attacks then but it had to be done, it was better this way. Then row by row, group by group they were ushered into the main tower. As they did the APCs vanished into the night and a maintenance team got to work wiping away any remnants of them ever being there.
Almost immediately upon stepping inside the children were assaulted by an array of medical staff with strange instruments. Physical checkups began: eye sight was tested, reaction time was checked, blood samples were taken and some in the process were taken away by the scientist never to be seen again in the latter stages. After this they were all strapped of any personal belongings including clothing all of which were placed in plastic bags and filed away, they were showered and then given all uniform jumpsuits all slate gray in color and each inscribed with a ten digit number sequence upon the breast pocket, all of which started with the number five. After this the children were brought to a large open room filled with beds, each bed with a number corresponding to the one on their uniform. After the children found their beds, the adults stopped for awhile and drifted away leaving only a few guards around the edge of the room stern and impassive refusing to answer any question that were thrown their way. Some freaked out, some broke down, and others tired to talking to one another to try and get a better sense of what was going on to little success. But from what they could gather all of them had tested successfully as being 'limiters' whatever that meant. In the end they all did the only thing they could do wait.
Eventually some hours later the whole process began again as the children were rearranged into rows by number and marched through the cold and silent hall ways of the complex. They eventually arrived within a large room that appeared to be a lecture hall of some sort and one by one they were seated. Two large television screens dominated the far walls and they currently showed a camera image focused on a lone podium at the bottom which was currently unoccupied. Their was clearly going to be a presentation of some sort but at the current moment their was no activity below. So once again the children were more or less left to themselves beside the armed guards that stood at the end of each row and at the exits preventing the children from leaving. And slowly the conversations began again. | I N S T R U C T I O N S:
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4,455 | 111 | 1 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Yuuna
That was an uncommon situation, never once before had Yuuna been treated like this, fear and awe she was used to, but not to being treated as if she was a piece of weaponry. Furthermore, she had been literally stripped of not only her belongings, as well as Grisha. In fact, not knowing what happened with her one and only friend worried Yuuna to no end, but there was no use in dwelling on it now, knowing this world like she did, Yuuna was well aware that Grisha might be long dead. It wouldn't be unexpected, after all death was the only thing Yuuna's presence brought unto others, sooner or later, Grisha would end up sharing such a fate as well.
Nevertheless, Yuuna decided to concentrate on her current predicament, she could not afford to lose focus, like always, that was the only thing she must do. "Yet, I wish I had some music to listen to, this silence is... unsettling." The Saint of Winter wsaid under her breath, silently cursing her fate in a rare display of annoyance. After all, wihout her music the only thing you usually had to listen was the death lullaby of the artic winds that follow her wherever she goes.
But not here, not on this moments, for now she wasn't alone.
Yuuna walked the same cold corridors besides a number of other girls, noticing their faces and their reactions, but never ever speaking to anyone, unless she was approached first. When they gathered in the auditorium, the other girls would notice that the temperature, no matter what it was, began to slowly drop, by fractions of a degree every minute or so. Yuuna found a place near the last roll or so and sat there to wait to see why she had been brought here by the Coalition's military.
Sure it could not be anything good, but what does Fate have in store for all these girls, or as the facility's personnel called them, Limiters? | The Saint of Winter, Yuuna "Katyusha" Yukino
Age: 17 years | Height: 163 cm | Blood Type: A
Physical Description:
Yuuna is a girl of average build for her age and ethnic group. Her body has been shaped by martial arts practice while she was young, which was only accentuated once her powers began to develop. If nothing else what call for more attention on appearance is Yuuna's pure white hair and icy blue eyes, a side effect of the power she wields and one of the main reasons why Yuuna was named the Saint of Winter over time
When it comes to clothing, usually Yuuna is seen wearing winter garments, like heavy coats and gloves, mostly white in color, with her main distinguishing characteristic being her hat which is a memento from a military unit Yuuna spent some time with and came to consider as a foster family.
Biography/background:
Yuuna was born on Okinawa, and spent the best of her childhood learning the island's traditional martial art, the Okinawan karate as well as Soujustsu, the art of the spear, as a child from a respected martial artists lineage. It wasn't until Yuuna turned eleven and her powers first began to manifest, by an unnatural drop in the island's temperature, that her life would change forever.
After the first harsh encounter with 'them' and the advent of her unique ability, Yuuna began to roam the land as both a penitent soul and a bringer of hope, these days whenever she passes through, people can't help but call her by the name of Saint of Winter for both of these characteristics.
Okinawa fell to the demons mostly thanks to the untimely bloom of Yuuna's freezing powers that seriously hampered the efforts to evacuate the island, leaving only a select few survivors (herself included, since no one knew she was the source of the sudden blizzard that caused so many deaths at that time). After she came to know that whenever she stays at a place for too long the climate of the region shifts into a deep freezing winter, Yuuna began to roam the land and spent most of her days on Hokkaido where more snow and ice was not uncommon, specially on these days where the poles are slowly refreezing.
Not all on the young Limiter's life was tragedy, though, since it was on Hokkaido that Yuuna met her surrogate family. A broken detachment of the Russian armed forces Siberian troops, that had been sent to defend the rear guard, after the mainland fell and fought the beasts using equipment from the age of the Soviet Union. She spent a couple years with them, which earned her both a very good fluency of Russian and knowledge of survival in the harsh conditions she tends to bring with her as well as some human warmth amidst the coldness of her days.
It wouldn't last.
It turns out that the unit she lived in would be ambushed, even amidst the harsh winter conditions, by moonmen that somehow were buried under the earth. The ensuing battle was in truth a slaughter and once more all that was left of Yuuna was to survive alone. After this tragic outcome Yuuna traveled back to Honshu on a relief ship and up to this day she spends her time traversing the countryside and salvaging whatever can be (canned food, bottled water, medicine, batteries, once in a while small luxuries like candies, books and toys) of villages that have been ruined and bringing it to those who would have better use for such supplies without asking anything in return.
There's about no one in Zone 2's countryside that doesn't know of the Saint of Winter's fame, her generosity and her cold, seemingly broken heart incapable of forming deep bonds with anything other than the music she came to love so much and a wolf that follows her whenever she goes.
Personality:
Yuuna is as cold as the winter and snow she takes after, isolating herself behind a barrier of music and rarely ever letting anyone pierce through it. In her travels, after all the losses she suffered, Yuuna gained a deep appreciation of music (the only solace left for her) and almost never she is seen without a music player and headphones. Whoever this cold exterior is a cask needed to keep her powers under control, in truth Yuuna does long for closeness with others, but in opening herself she could bring disaster.
Best summed in the opinion of most who have met her on the countryside, "The Saint of Winter's smile, is beautiful, but painfully sad to gaze at, almost as if she was shedding all her warmth for you and keeping none to herself."
Type:
Speed.
Special Ability:
Yuuna is simply put, walking entropy, a heat sinkhole that steals the energy of the molecules around her, giving the impression that she has freezing powers, when actually what she does is redirect heat from a place to other to, well... freeze things. All that stolen energy can't simply disappear, for one can't simply break the ironclad laws of thermodynamics, so all energy that Yuuna steals ends up being shed deeply to the ground bellow her and to the sky high above by a strong convection force.
That said, Yuuna doesn't have complete control over her powers, and some of it "bleeds out" causing a constant drop in the temperature around her that's too faint to notice at first, unless the place has a complete still atmosphere, but soon enough it piles up and if Yuuna remains in the same place for too long winter will always come. The more unstable her emotional state the more powerful is this uncontrollable effect. Other consequences of a total loss of control might exist, but since Yuuna never has undergone them, there's no way to know what will happen.
As a side effect whenever Yuuna moves away from a frozen zone, life tries to bloom again, just like the Spring that comes after a hard, long Winter. Also, note that because Yuuna steals ones hit by just touching them, her body appears to be extremely hot to touch, when in truth it's yours that is colder, a simple thermometer is enough to prove this.
Skillset:
Aside from her martial arts, Yuuna also is proficient in Russian and can read Cyrillic, has a decent training from the soldiers she lived with, becoming an expert at old Soviet tactics and weaponry. She's specially proficient in sniping, to say the truth. And, apparently she can sing very well (a skill she learned with the one of the soldiers as well), the real problem is convincing her to do so.
Equipment:
An SVD Dragunov sniper rifle and spare ammo that she uses primary for hunting the few edible game that still survives in the open world, survival kits and items she carries from place to place, magnesium lighters (to endure the harsh conditions around her). And, if it can be counted as such, Grisha, an artic wolf hound that once belonged to the soldiers she lived with and that somehow became very attached to Yuuna after both of their losses, he's very intelligent and loyal, but only ever answers to commands spelled in Russian, for obvious reasons. |
4,456 | 111 | 2 | 666 | 234 | Senri Nazumi
Despite the dreary and gloomy atmosphere, Nazumi came here on purpose, having heard of the news about Limiters. She was optimistic that she could put her "gift" to prevent others suffering as she did. Nonetheless, the feeling in the air was heavy. Most were probably forced to come, in fact Nazumi was handled very roughly when she was taken, although she actually wanted to go. Nazumi had a tough time when they were giving her a medical checkup and were taking her possessions. They thought her hands and legs were weaponry/armor and wanted to take them. They were considering to "remove" her as she was limbless, but seeing what she had done, she had passed the medical checks and she was allowed to keep her limbs.
The clothes given to her did not fit very well, given that jumpsuits were fairly tight and awkward to get around her custom prosthetic limbs. She had to modify the clothes almost immediately, tearing off most of the pants portion making the bottom half look more like shorts. She couldn't really help it given her legs.
It was time to gather. An assembly was occurring. Walking along, she felt the temperature was cooling. Her arms had sensors, detecting an odd change in temperature. Something that wasn't coming from the weather, air-conditioning or lack of heating. Looking around, Nazumi thought that it might be common, that certain Limiter abilities are continuously active. It might have been a girl who could control the cold. Suddenly, she felt that one of the girls were passing by her, and for a moment, it was just a bit colder.
As they were gathered in the auditorium, they were seated. Judging from the arrangement, it was by the number they had been given on their jumpsuits. Nazumi found she was sitting behind the girl that had passed her. She had white hair and blue eyes and even a little doll-like. She was much prettier than Nazumi was. She decided to try to speak to her.
"Hello. Are you by any chance ... making the room colder? I don't mean you are trying to freeze us ... but I mean, is your ability always active? Oh, I'm being rude. I'm Senri Nazumi. I'm sorry for asking those questions so suddenly, it's just that I can't seem to turn my ability off either. May I know who you are?" Nazumi tapped Yuuna's shoulder as lightly as she could. As her arm approached, some of the parts were starting to see very slight frosting. After having asked her, she tweaked her arm, changing some of the settings so that the electricity she gave off passively that powered her arm would convert more of that energy to heat. | Name
17| 5'7 | AB
Physical Description:
Physical Description: Standing at a stout 5'7 for her age, Jyne has gone through a plethora of hair colors that she can't even remember her original hair color. A year ago she settled on the hair color and style she had now and is rather fond of it. She looks like a regular girl for her age, save the fact that she is a Limiter. But that is besides the point. Her eye color is a soft olive color and her skin is rather soft to the touch as well. This flamboyant and rather extravagant Limiter isn't afraid of wearing what she chooses and acting how she pleases. Her regular attire consists of the type of leather scrap armor she has given herself with her shoulders exposed. In fact, her "armor" choice looks nothing more than her regular school clothing but just painted and changed slightly.
Biography/background:
Born in a small town in Zone 2, Jyne spent most of her early childhood wasting the days away with her lovable dog, Cho. Jyne and Cho were inseparable. Jyne did not know the full story of why she was given her best friend but as a small child she did not object to this. But, when Jyne was born, her mother actually passed away in childbirth due to other complications than her health. Her father raised Jyne and spent every day looking in her eyes and only seeing his wife. Due to this, her father never remarried and thus she had no siblings. In order to help her cope with this preemptively, her father bought Jyne the runt of a German shepherd litter and the two instantly became best friends.
Her father homeschooled Jyne as he did not want her to leave his sight. However, the Moonmen would prove to complicate that. Or so she thought it was the Moonmen.
When Jyne was about 9 something attacked her town. The result was not pretty as most would have guessed. Her father got her to an safe zone but ended up getting himself killed in trying to save her. As a child, she was able to understand death as she watched her life shatter before her eyes. When she was extracted, she and her dog Cho were put in foster care.
It was only then that things would prove to get complicated for her. Her body started to change and her powers started to show in great force. Due to her unstable powers, her faithful and lovable best friend Cho was taken from her. Cho was put down in front of her tear filled eyes as the parents believed her dog to be some kind of catalyst for the strange powers. She proved to be too unstable for her first foster family and they put her back up for adoption.
A second family took her in when she was about 14 and they proved to not want to handle her powers either. This family sent her to get tests and screenings as the people were afraid she was some kind of monster or a proxy of some kind.
She tested negative for any kind of monster likeness but she did test positive for something else...
It was then as she aged her behavior changed. She found suppressed memories of her father and deceased mother when she was a little girl. She did not want to be the same person she was so this resulted in the changing of her hair color and style. It is symbolic, if you will.
She now seeks to train and hone her new found power and use it for good. Even though she is torn up on the inside and not herself.
Personality:
At first glance, Jyne looks like a sociopath or a crazy person. But in fact, she is a sweet and tender flower. Or at least she used to be. Due to her upbringing she has grown to hate who she was and she tends to say what she wants when she can. But, she will protect and be kind to those who are kind to her. She is usually the one to crack some joke or some remark. She will not hesitate to tell you what she thinks about you as she is a person who loves honest people. Which is ironic since she wants to be someone who she is not.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
She has come to call it "Beast Within" - Call it her love of animals but that deep love from her childhood has carried over into something she uses to hold her dear friend Cho close to her heart as she rips whatever she wants to shreds. When her power is activated she is granted two large claws, beast like in nature, and her eyes change to a bright yellow. She is still able to have cognitive thought and understanding in this state but she is rather "crazy" while her power is activated. She feels like every time she uses her power she slips away from herself and becomes the best inside of her. Hence the name she gave it. But, she always has to remind herself to use it for good.
Skillset:
: Smooth Talker. Jyne is 17 so she has practically seen the entire world. But not really. She is versatile due to her tough upbringing. She is quick to make friends even if they don't want it and she has a hard time letting them go. She is good with animals as well.
Equipment:
Besides her regular school clothing turned armor she always carries a small locket given to her by her father when whatever attacked her town. The locket has a picture of her father and mother on their wedding day as well as a picture of Cho as a puppy on the other side of the locket. She often finds solace in this locket and she tells herself that if she loses the locket she would slip into insanity and lose herself. |
4,457 | 111 | 3 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Reika Kuroke~
Reika didn’t expect much when being brought to this research facility or whatever it really was. For the last few days her life was nothing more than going in and out of bunkers such as this one. It honestly baffled her how her ordinary life had been turned upside down in just a matter of a few short hours. She didn’t react much as the military personnel stripped her of all items but her clothes, but she did tense when they forcibly removed the tiny med-kit on her.
She had always carried that med-kit and it hadn’t become apparent why exactly until just a few days ago. Before being forced into the auditorium with the other girls, Reika gave a cold stare at one of the men, as if trying to gauge how confident they were in containing them. After all, the powers gifted by the eldritch were truly a horrifying spectacle to behold…
Locating a seat far off to the right, Reika kept to herself, not really one to engage in conversation. She did notice how the temperature began to lower with each passing second but that was met by a shrug. A quick wrap of her arms to her body later and she was just fine with it all. She then glanced around, picking up on snippets of conversation from two others girls, one of which was apparently the source of this freezing air.
Then she noticed a girl with a locket in hand, wondering briefly just how she had managed to sneak that in. She made brief eye contact with her before tearing her gaze away. Well then, there was really no need to do anything at the moment since it was inferred something big was to be announced to them. Furrowing her brow, Reika sunk deeper into her chair. | ~Reika Kuroke~
Age: 17 years | Height: 171 cm | Blood Type: B
Physical Description:
A girl with pale white hair, eyes, and complexion. Her short stoutness is nothing to concern herself with as she’s quite accepting of her stature as a whole. It is suggested that she was a much more vibrant person before the development of her powers but she’ll neither deny nor confirm these claims.
Biography:
What little Reika can remember of her past is nothing but a waking nightmare. She can recall that she once lived in a small town that convinced itself that the five year peace put in place would last forever. So determined were they to believe in these delusional lies that, like their ancestors before them, they were unable to detect the attack of the Moonmen until it was much too late.
Reika clearly remembers an average day at school turned twisted with screams and the sound of consumption echoing all around her…before a soothing blackness overtook her. When she woke up, the corpses of those she used to know along with some of the Moonmen surrounded her on all sides.
Naturally the Coalition arrived and brought her in. As the only survivor of her town, it was only obvious that they question the young girl, running various tests in an attempt to discover how she, an ordinary youth, had survived such a massacre. It was only through these tests that the first discovery of Reika’s powers were realized.
Personality:
Outside of personal life, Reika is a powerful public figure and maintains that image rightly so in the presence of her peers. As someone that speaks only when needed, it’s quite obvious that she possess excellent public speaking skills and an ability to run entire operations to their course. As such, she’s often been called crazy not speaking her mind more often then she should.
Though closer inspection would reveal the façade Reika puts on for the people around her. Dig a little deeper, and one would find a girl brimming with apathy for others and has a tendency to wander alone. She’s not depressed and she’s not anti-social, but she does prefer to not be in the center of bustling activity.
Work as Limiter and her own real lack of caring have taken away many chances to actively integrate with those among herself, and she will often politely decline gatherings and parties hosted by other members of gathered Limiter group. But if, by chance, she does form a rare bond with another, then she will do all things in her power to keep said bond and never let it sever.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
Reika can summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to work better against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Reika’s most powerful ability. That being said, the cold girl tries to use such an effective power against the Moonmen sparingly due to its…unpleasant drawbacks inflicted on both her mind and body.
Skillset:
Reika excels in public speaking skills along with rallying up others with motivation and pitting them together for a common cause. It’s shame that she rarely puts this skill to good work, not caring enough for anyone else to be motivated herself.
Equipment:
Reika is often seen carrying around a small first-aid kit on hand at all times. It’s uncertain why she possesses this, though it might have something to do with her powers. |
4,458 | 111 | 4 | 792 | 4,390 | Dizzy
No one raised much of a fuss when Dizzy was taken, least of all Dizzy herself. The ones she was...fortunate...enough to have crossed the waters with had long since written her off as either a gloomy child or a child of ill fortune - as if luck had any factor these days. But when one is forced to watch their only loved ones snatched into the cold, murky depths with no warning...grief quickly turns into blaming anything other than fate. Dizzy would not have been surprised if people celebrated when she was taken. Amongst the small circle of survivors that she had, by virtue of having nowhere else to sleep, settled in with she was far and away the least liked. Perhaps, Dizzy thought, they didn't enjoy hearing how their struggle to survive was, as she so eloquently put it, 'throwing a cup of water on a raging wildfire'.
No one raised much of a fuss when Dizzy was taken, because for those that knew her this was a win-win. Either she failed and was most likely sent to her death...or she passed....and was most likely sent to her death. Either way, the aura of negativity was out of the picture and someone else's problem now.
Dizzy didn't speak through the car ride and the only sounds she made during the invasive and far too thorough exams was the wincing of pain whenever their needles pierced the skin or their tools became more than just a little too friendly for anyone's liking. At one point as they were shuffled along like livestock, a gaggle of girls near her whispered about 'the ghost girl' and, given Dizzy's eerily pale complexion and contrasting dark hair...she figured it was a remark aimed at her. Dizzy never saw them again and that was the first thing that made her smile, more of a soft grin really, in years. How lucky they were, shuffled off the mortal coil, cast out like stones...rejects.
Everyone would join them soon enough. Time had long since run out.
When Dizzy was shuffled along into a lecture hall, her first reaction was to blink. Was this it? There were far more when the testing was beginning...and there were far fewer now. For a flash she envied them. They now understood the truth as Dizzy saw it. Her second reaction wasn't to sit, but rather to turn, to walk, and to stand in front of one of the armed guards.
"My clip." Dizzy stated, her voice almost robotic in its tone. "Where is it?" During their testing Dizzy's hairclip was taken after a struggle that ended when the back of a hand made an impression on Dizzy's cheek (the red mark on her face being what led to the missing girls' comments about the 'ghost girl' to begin with). Her head throbbed when the hairclip was taken from her and it continued to throb even now. Annoying, to be sure, but what else could she do? "Give it bac-" Dizzy's demand was not met as she was shoved back to line, tumbling onto her rear.
Dizzy didn't approach the guards a second time, but she would remember the feeling of being ignored...it was all too familiar anyway. And with nothing else she could do at present, the conversation about temperature between two girls that would likely be dead within a week or so - if they were lucky - passed into her ears and out of it just as quickly. Dizzy merely made her way to an empty chair and sat down, head throbbing, rump stinging, and what little pride she still had slowly chipping away. | Dahee 'Dizzy' Chae
16| 5'3"| B
Physical Description:
Dizzy doesn't cut an imposing figure and to those unaware she doesn't seem to fit into the image of a Limiter. She's quite pale, moreso than usual and has a rather frail appearance; add to that her short stature and it's no surprise why some question if Limiters are a good idea when they take girls such as her. Dizzy doesn't do much to stand out with regards to her appearance, opting for plain, practical attire though with a slight slant towards brighter colors if she can get them; fanciful clothing hardly seems to be a major issue, all things considered. Her hair, which is as black as a starless night sky, is self maintained, leading to uneven bangs and an amateurish cut in general. Speaking of hair, she parts it to the left and is never seen without a bronze hairclip in the shape of a flower that no one seems to know or remember the name of. She isn't sickly, she just looks that way and doesn't seem to understand why people assume otherwise.
Biography/background:
Dizzy was born in Zone 2 in a town that was situated in what was once known as Korea. Hers was not an enjoyable journey from her home to the Coalition protected relative safety of Japan. It started with screams of horror and panic which, to Dizzy's young ears, was not yet the norm. Her town was not as well protected as more defensive areas over in Japan and elsewhere and the town was just another light going dark on the radar. It was both fortunate and a terrible occurrence that the monster that turned her town dark was a small one; but the size didn't seem to matter as it tore through the buildings and bodies as easily as a hotknife through butter.
Dizzy was one of the handful of survivors and hers came at the cost of her brother staying behind in a futile effort to save at least someone. All she could do, given her young age and naive outlook at the time, was to hide along with the survivors and hope, pray, or whatever it took for rescue. The Moonman might still be out there, Dizzy doesn't know. All she knows is the sounds of screaming, the smell of smoke and charred flesh, and the bright light that flashed just before it all went dark.
After the horror that befell her town, she awoke on a military vessel swathed in blankets and huddled with the others who made it out. They had thought they were safe, that they would make it to a more secure Coalition territory unharmed. How naive they were. The boat rocked. The boat was constantly assaulted by the salty spray of the ocean. The boat was set upon by an aquatic abomination that claimed no less than four lives. Dizzy would come to learn that this was just the way of things, this was how it was to survive.
She had never considered fighting back to be an option; to her, the monsters existed only outside of the walls, figments of a past she wanted to forget. But when they came to her educational facility and discovered she had tested positive for something other than mathematics...things changed. She still remembered the sights, the sounds, and the smells of her childhood...only now it seemed that she could do something about it. Or she would wind up like her brother. Either way, it was something.
Personality:
While not exactly a pessimist, Dizzy is hardly one to think that things can get better. Her beliefs almost border on the nihilistic side, though she hasn't quite yet rejected the rules of morality or indeed the rules...but her words certainly don't make matters any easier on others. Despite what her appearance might suggest, she's not soft spoken or withdrawn and she'll say what she means with little regard for tact or subtlety because what's the point in trying to gussy things up. This does make her seem rude to those meeting her for the first time, but in her mind it's just how things are and should be; she believes that they're fighting for a planet and cause that's already dead so there's no point in trying to make lemonade out of the lemons. Part of her does care, it has to, otherwise she would've not even bothered coming this far with the Limiter training, but good luck getting her to admit anything other than the simple fact that everyone is living on borrowed time.
Type:
Support
Special Ability:
Tactical Projection: Dizzy's penchant for numbers and mathematics wasn't an accident. Her Ability makes it so that she can accurately calculate and see trajectories and probabilities in the midst of battle. This in turn allows her to relay tactical information to others and even ensure that her own ranged weaponry can hit a moving target within a certain distance and at a certain speed. Hardly flashy, but hardly useless either. And it allows her to give her own unique brand of...encouragement to her fellow Limiters which is surely wonderful.
Skillset:
Math. Dizzy is especially good at math and calculations. Obviously enhanced when using her ability, but even without she is able to rattle off equations in her head, though the more elaborate ones do require the use of paper and pencil. Marksmanship is another thing she is capable in, which comes in handy seeing as how in battle her attacks come via range. She's not the most accurate all the time but she can calculate bullet drop and trajectory like no one's business.
Equipment:
Dizzy is never without her brass hairclip and frequently touches it when in need of that little extra bit of...something to stay in the heat of battle. |
4,459 | 111 | 5 | 1,662 | 1,136 | Everything was so unclear
The last that Satomi remembered, she was slightly late in getting home, the shuttles from the city she collected trash in to Poroto Resute were not there, time had slipped Satomi's mind and before she knew it, the sun was down, and the only way home was a foot path. Then came the police, who were all to happy to confront, and beat the sense of out Satomi on her way home between the city to the village.
For many of the children, the prospect of being abducted and taken from home would be a new, and somewhat unthinkable outcome, but for Satomi, it was always just a matter of time. She had been detained and beaten by the guards of Zone Two before, but this was the only time they had ever just outright abducted her for holding. Something was not right, but, at the time, Satomi was to focused on her injuries and the slow fading of her consciousness. The last thing she remembered was uttering out a weak prayer to Jesus to watch over her. When she came to once again, the girl found herself tossed out, put in line, and ushered into a structure she had only heard of.
Babel, the dark tower, like a cartilaginous cutout in space itself. Satomi felt a cold jolt race down her spine, as the guards shouted for her to keep moving forward.
Satomi struggled, her face throbbing, caked in blood, swollen and brusied, as with other parts of her body. She shambled down the pathway into the imposing structure. The pain would pass, as she was passed off to a team of medical personnel, who, while running their tests and physicals, were thoughtful enough to give the mangled Satomi what she wanted most, a nice shot of Morphine
All seemed to phase into a narcotic blur as the blood and grit of the Dekasegi girl's encounter with the long time adversery of Law Enforcement was cleansed from her body, a blood soaked tank top and shorts replaced with a steely colored jumpsuit. Not fully cognizant of what was going on, she found herself shuffled away once more, into a solitary bedroom. Satomi was not resisting or complaining, just drifting along, the morphine in her veins making this trip end in a nice snooze, before the girl woke up not an hour later, in horrid pain and realizing the gravity of what had just happened.
Oh god...Am I in prision?
She stayed in bed, suddenly grasped with fear. She knew what might happen, she vaguely recalled some of the other girls being rejected, never to be seen again. They were to be executed, were they not? Her crimes had finally caught up to her, and yet, she was not being disposed of?
Odd, she was sure that the government would jump at the chance to get rid of another Dekasegi truant, but here she was.
Think Satomi, Think! Did they say anything unusual?
Not much was clearly distinct from dreams, but she recalled an unusal term, "Limiter"
But what the hell is a Limiter?
But thoughts had not time to coalesce into a conclusion, as the guards returned, marching the girls into another room. A strange, empty room. Satomi was still sore, and on edge, thinking about what was going to happen to her. The Dekasegi girl wandered about, looking at the other faces around her. She went to reach for her Rosary, only to make a horrifying conclusion
"It's....it's...not there..."
As if in that instance, Anxiety began to overcome Satomi, as her eyes went wide and she froze in place, mumbling something over and over to herself, as if in a bid to gain some composure
Pai-Nosso que estais no Céu; santificado seja o Vosso Nome; venha a nós o Vosso reino; seja feita a Vosso vontade assim na Terra como no Céu. O pão nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje; perdoai-nos as nossas ofensas, assim como nós perdoamos a quem nos tem ofendido; e não nos deixeis cair em tentação; mas livrai-nos do mal. Amen
Over and Over again, each repeat more trance like than the other.
Was this really the end? A state sponsored death for being out to late collecting metal for extra food?
Maybe it was the morphine hangover, but anxiety and panic was starting to get to Satomi. She just wanted to go home; the usually optimistic girl trying desperately to cling to something to give her hope in this situation. | Satomi Dosantosu
15| 5'2"| O
Physical Description:
As with most Dekasegi people, Satomi shows a significant level of physical heterogeneity not found in most pureblooded Japanese people. Her hair is a light chesnut brown, left long and to hang all the way down to her mid-back. She is a tall, spindly figure, with strong legs from her passion in playing football. Her eyes are dark brown, and her skin is slightly tanned. Her facial features show her Portuguese-Brazilian origins, as well as the recent integration of Japanese into her family line.
Biography/background:
Brazilians had established a presence in Japan even before the Moonmen were ever known to exist. In those bygone days, most of the so-called "Dekasegi" (meaning "working away from home" in Japanese) were people of Japanese ethnicity who's ancestors had moved to South America looking for work, and who returned seeking the same opportunities in the land of their ancestors. As the troubles of the Moonmen came upon the world, the usually xenophobic Japan relaxed its immigration policies towards places like Brazil and Latin America among those of the Japanese Diaspora looking to return, only for the restrictions to ethnicity to fall, and finally with large numbers of Brazilians of any ethnicity comming following the rise of the Coalition and the fall of South America.
These People were also known as Dekasegi, a word meaning roughly "Brazilian/South American" in these times. Over time, the Dekasegi lost touch with their old homeland of Brazil, and crafted a new ethnic identity, as things like the Portuguese and Spanish Language slowly gave way in their communities in favor of Japanese, (although Portuguese survives as a sacred language used in Church services or prayers, and the Dekasegi have their own sociolect of Japanese, called Dekasegigo, written in the Latin Alphabet, and containing much vocabulary and lexical structures borrowed from Portuguese) as they also took on Japanese given names, and integrated more Japanese culture into their lives. Dekasegi people are one of the oldest of the Refugee ethnic groups established, however they are among the most discriminated against. Dekasegi were seen as outcasts, the descendants of social failures who could not make it in Japanese society, and would only continue their ancestors' legacies of failure, never making any significant contributions to Japanese society. Dekasegi are seen as expendables who can do the so-called "three K" jobs: Kitsui, Kitanai and Kiken – hard, dirty and dangerous, jobs like cleaning sewage lines and septic tanks, slaughtering animals, processing meats, executions, mortician work, grave diggers; with adults unsurprisingly dying very often in their work, and children often skipping school and falsifying their age for work, and as such, attracting penelties and punishments from the authorities of the Collation when they are figured out; they have gained the reputation of vagrants, hereditary failures, social dropouts, truants, and untrustworthy individuals. Social dissidents who simply refuse to do what they are supposed to, and who run a strain of how often they need to be put down.
Satomi's family originated from a wealthy white Portuguese-Brazilian family from Fortaleza, Brazil. Her ancestors came to Zone Two and settled near Tokyo. At this time, they were known as the Dos Santos family, but over time they became more Japanized, and took on the Japanized Surname Dosantosu.
Satomi was born in the Dekasegi shanty village of Poroto Resute, where she had carved out a living collecting scrap metal and other recyclables for money, and doing odd jobs in larger cities like Tokyo for money. However, few people will trust a Dekasegi to do serious work for them, and so Satomi's family must scrape a living out on a day to day income doing day labor and odd jobs. As well, Satomi falls under the label of Fushūgaku, a repeat truant, due to her need for constant work to support herself. As a result, Satomi is a social outcast, an untouchable on the periphery of society, as is to be expected of one in her position.
Personality:
Satomi is a headstrong, iron-willed young woman. Life in constant poverty and discrimination has done nothing to kill her optimism. However, her stubbornness can get the best of her at times. She's quick to anger, and unafraid to speak her mind. Satomi will stand up to any threats in her way, even if the odds are against her.
Type:
Speed
Special Ability:
Satomi can take on an ethereal form for approximately 5 minutes, allowing her to phase through solid objects, and protecting her from physical attack. This can be used to reach an otherwise unacceptable area, or to escape from an otherwise dangerous situation. However, the strain on her body is great, and Satomi will usually be extremely exhausted after re-materializing, and must rest before she can go further, and must sleep before she can access her ethereal form again. Though it may be hypochondria, she seems to feel that every time she uses her ethereal state, she feels weaker, and seems to get sicker, and injured more often, as if her body is being torn apart with every use.
Skillset:
Satomi is very athletic, with great endurance and strength, though nothing superhuman. As well, she knows how to survive in wild locations, and craft useful items from scrap and junk. As well, Satomi is very agile, and capable of great feats of jumping, climbing and evasion. As well, Satomi is knowledgeable about the less savory parts of Japanese cities and towns.
Equipment:
Satomi wears a necklace with a Catholic Christian Charm, as well as a rosary that she tends to fiddle with when she's anxious or nervous. As well, she carries around a baseball bat for protection, as she is unable to carry a gun as a minor and a Dekasegi. It's usually strapped on her back. |
4,460 | 111 | 6 | 1,011 | 1,386 | Look! Something is happening down there.
Slowly the conversations within the lecture hall began to subside as it became evident that something was occurring below on the raised dais. Slowly in groups of twos and threes adults began to fill in the section of empty chairs behind the podium. They were quiet and reserved whispering softly to themselves seemingly unaware of the several dozen eyes looking down at them with a deep curiosity. One by one starting by the row furthest back the seats were filled with those dressed in various attire some in clean white lab coats, others in fine pressed suits and some even still dressed in standard military scrubs. The front row consisted of a woman of Southeast Asian descent dressed in a simple lab coat, a simple dark green shirt and a beige colored skirt that ended below the knees, next to her was a man dressed in a finely tailored suit faced framed by dirty blonde hair slightly on the longer side with tanned skin and brown eyes framed beneath a simple pair of spectacles. He was clean cut and the certain nondescript handsome that had been found in old fashion magazines. To their immediate right two more figures sat one was another woman this one scowling as she sat in the standard dark gray Coalition Dress Uniform, her hair a dark auburn in color and dark eyes framed on a face who's defining feature was a large claw mark that ran across the left cheek deep and gaunt, she sat statuesque eyes ahead flickering ever so slightly as they examined the crowd before her. Next to her was a thin and wiry man of darker complexion maybe Indian or Pakistan in appearance whose head of gray hair shot out at erratic angles, he was almost constantly readjusting the glasses upon his face which seemed continually content to try and slip off. Finally their was an elder man not sitting in a chair but in a highbacked wheelchair wearing a high black turtleneck and a thick blanket over his legs, he seemed the most intent of them towards the children looking up and around at them scribbling at a notebook with hands that twitched and trembled in their old age. They and thus behind them all seemed to be waiting for somebody as they sat in silence. The lights in the lecture hall began to dim and a single spotlight turned on and focused on the podium which sat in silence. As this occurred, a side door on the ground level opened and several more armed guards came out forming a pathway out to the stage. From the darkness beyond the door a lone figure stepped out and made his way to the podium.
He appeared tall even to those sitting far away as camera's slowly tracked his movement displaying them on the two large screens. His hair was black and thickly matted in rough and coarse curls that fell to about his shoulders in length and was matched by an equally long beard still kept shaped but dominating the majority of his mouth dotted with tufts of gray. His chest was broad and muscular and his wide frame suggested immense strength rather than any sort of lacing psychical attributes. He wore simple clothes of a shirt and khaki pants with a long white lab coat over it stained with the techno colored blood of the abominations that he had spent his life fighting. The coat swished back and forth behind him with each well defined moment of the foot as if each moment was a well thought out plan and statement. As he passed the guards lining his procession forward each one saluted one after another and as he ascended the platform those already sitting stood as he made his way to podium. As this was happening the guards at the end of each of the children's row prodded them until they all stood as well, each and every person focusing on the man now in front of the podium, the projector screens projecting his face so that all could see his deep set eyes ringed with circles of dark. He grabbed the podium with large hands and cleared his throat before he rose a hand and simply lowered it. Taking their cue this around him began to seat themselves and while it took the children a moment to catch on they soon followed. Peering out into the faces now barely illuminated in the dimmed lights of the lecture hall, the man began to speak, his voice was deep each concentrated to one another with a silk smoothness that was befitting of his intimidating frame.
"Hello perspective children. You may call me the Director, I'm in charge of day to day operations here. Many of you are probably still experiencing confusion over the erupt circumstances of your arrival here today. I hope to relive you of some of that confusion." The Director explained as the children murmured to themselves waiting a moment he cleared his throat into the mic to get their attention before continuing. "Let me be the first to welcome you to Research Center 2-1 or as many refer to it simply as Babel. You are currently standing within the heart and soul of Zone 2, the industrial heart of human ingenuity and persistence that has kept us afloat. You are of a select few chosen to see within the walls of the compound considered it a privilege and a honor not to be taken lightly.
The Director paused to let the emphasis of the statement hang on the children before he spoke once more significantly less solemn in this occasion. "You have all been brought here as you have tested positive for the potential to become what are known as Limiters." The voices of the children rose again at the mention of it, it was that word again, the word that seemed to connect them all together. "To be brief you represent the next stage in human evolution something not entirely human a fusion of DNA both Human and of the abominations that haunt our lands. Some of you may have seen the particular effects already your faster and stronger than your fellows and some of you even have become epicenters of strange events that seem to stem outward without your control." The voices rose up again, some of the children even nodding in conformation. "The Coalition believes that we can harness this power, that you can become the light to which we can use to beat back the darkness that plagues us. In fact you all will be of the fifth class of Limiters to be trained and sent out into the field."
The voices rose once again in a clamor of mixed indictment and worry crescendoed as it spread across the lecture hall as more and more students fought over one another to have their voices heard. The Director raised his hand to bringing the voices back down to silence before he spoke again. "I understand that many of you have questions and they will all be answered in due time. But for now I wish to present you with an opportunity to see what this training produces, to see what you could become and what new heights of power you could achieve. And so I ask sit back and remain in your seats, this is a controlled environment and nothing... harmful will be able to happen to you. Nozomi if you would please."
The director spoke his last line towards a girl sitting in the front row of the children appearing about fourteen or fifteen years of age, her hair an unnatural tint of green and mirrored by deep green eyes the color of a slumbering forest. She seemed almost bored as she stepped forward out of the seats and into the center area near the bottom of the lecture hall. Then almost suddenly two large transparent barriers descended from the ceiling one separating the students and the other around the podium leaving the girl alone on the floor space as she approached a table already waiting of her. Upon the table was a vast assortment of weapons and objects of war, some large and some small, bladed, guns and others. But curiously enough Nozomi took only a small bundle of coin shaped objects of metal that could easily fit in the palm of her hand and methodically placed four between the spaces in between the fingers of her left hand. She then stepped away form the table and approached the center of the room where a circle was marked on the floor. Stepping with the circle she looked across the way at another circle which slowly.
As the circle opened the room was filled with the sounds a hypnotized screaming noise that seemed to sneak its way into the school, a terrible noise that made one want to punctured their own eardrums to not have to deal with the noise. Slowly a cage was brought up from the depths and what was locked within was a terrible sight to behold. It was a moon men that much was obvious, a terrible abomination who caused many of the children just watching to scream out in terror. It was in similar structure to a gorilla of sorts made of protruding flesh and bone and open closer examination one could see several hands and faces jutting out form the flayed and restructured flesh. The girl that Director had called Nozomi did not move standing within her circle, her face an emotionless mask as she regarded the creature in front of her. Though thus paying attention could notice the muscles in her body beginning to tense like a coil about to spring. A second later a warning klaxon sounded and the cage door collapsed, the creature charged and the fight was on.
It moved with a surprising amount of speed charging forward at Nozomi who watched and waited as it came straight at her. At the last moment she moved to the left but she was a moment too slow and the best managed to clip her and even with this minimal impact had enough force to send her tumbling to the ground. The beast was already attacking before she had a chance to recover one of it's massive forearms suddenly snapping forward like a tendril as the flesh changed shape to a sharpened tendril. Nozomi going on reaction lone rolled her body like a log to the left as the tentacle barley missed her spearing the ground where she once was denting the reinforced metal that lay beneath the faux-tile. Nozomi rose to her feet as the creature withdraw it's tentacle and their was a slight change about her the eyes one a dark peaceful green had a small twinkle in them, something a spark of joy maybe? But how could one feel joy in a situation such as hers?
The beast but this time Nozomi responded. She raised a hand towards the creature and focused in on it as she waited for it to close the distance. As she did the fingers keeping the coin shape object lodged between her thumb and pointer finger released and she pulled with her mind. As if the two objects were suddenly tethered together by a great force, the small free-floating coin soared with immense speed before crashing headlong into the creature as it charge directly in the skull. But it wasn't enough as the creature kept on charging. Nozomi dropped into a defensive stance bracing her arms in front of her as the best made impact with her. Even with her enhanced she was knock off of her feet and hard soaring across the open space and crashing into the far wall at one end of the floor. She grunted in pain as she landed feeling the wind get knocked out of her lungs. The beast launched out with it's tendril arm and released two more coins one between her pinkie and ring finger and the other between the ringer and the middle finger. The coins launched forward and slammed into the tentacle while impacting with less overall force as the singular coin they served their purpose shearing the tentacle down the middle before it could spear her spattering dark sickly blood everywhere as the creature let out another inhuman scream. Pressing the advantage the girl released the final coin from her hand sending it flying across the open space and slamming it into the creature hard finding home in the center of mass. There was a large splash of blood as the coin pushed through the other side splattering blood and biomass about in a shower of blood. The creature took two more staggering steps forward before collapsing.
As soon as the creature collapsed the barriers were retrieved and the guards moved into action burning away the biomass and wiping clean any remnants as medical team on standby rushed over to the girl. She seemed somewhat worse for wear, her skin a little appear and single trickle of blood coming out of her noise not to mention the bruising she must of had from the creatures impact. But still most of the children couldn't help but look down upon this girl in a sort of amazment. I. What had apparently cost her a few bruised ribs and a nosebleed would of taken at least two squadrons of highly trained soldiers to do. Once again the whispers began again aa all eyes focused on the girl as she limped back to her seat.
"I believe you all now truely understand the hidden potential you have within yourselves, a potential which we here at Babel could help unlock. But I worn you the road is not easy, and many of you will not make it to the end. This path is one of great power and destiny but of great hardship and terror" The Director paused as he let them comprehend what he was saying. "This is why I'm presenting you all with a choice to decide your fit. If you do not wish to walk the path ahead od you, you can turn back now. Exit through the main doors above and after a simple memory wipe you will be free to go. But for those of you willing to risk life and limb, to dive deeper down the rabbit hole and find thier potential to save the world, I invite you to stay. You have three minutes to make a decision and I need to remind you all decesions fron this point foward are permanent."
Silence hung over the children like a thick wool blanket on a warm summer's night. Opressive and increasingly uncomfortable. Slowly one chils rose and then another as they made their way towards thr exit. They either not wanting to face deathml, wrought with fear or just wanting to go home. Those that stayed looked to one another as groups of two and three left them. The seconds tixking down as the most important decision in thier life weither theu knew it or not was displayed ahead of them. | I N S T R U C T I O N S:
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Kind of self-explanatory really a physical description of your character to go along with your picture. People like words and pretty descriptions.
Biography/background:
Everyone has a history. I want a good idea of where they are coming from and where they are going.
Personality:
The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they operate
Type:
Would your character be classified as a Attack, Speed or Support type?
Special Ability:
Besides' their enhanced speed, strength and durability each Limiter has an ability unique to themselves but to use such an ability is a great cost indeed.
Skillset:
Everybody is good at something... what are you good at?
Equipment:
Armor, weapons, trinkets, and other knick knacks.
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age(10-18)| height| blood type
Physical Description:
Kind of self-explanatory really a physical description of your character to go along with your picture. People like words and pretty descriptions.
Biography/background:
Everyone has a history. I want a good idea of where they are coming from and where they are going.
Personality:
The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they operate
Type:
Would your character be classified as a Attack, Speed or Support type?
Special Ability:
Besides' their enhanced speed, strength and durability each Limiter has an ability unique to themselves but to use such an ability is a great cost indeed.
Skillset:
Everybody is good at something... what are you good at?
Equipment:
Armor, weapons, trinkets, and other knick knacks.
A C C E P T E D C H A R A C T E R S |
4,461 | 111 | 7 | 94 | 147 | The purple-haired girl's brow remained furrowed throughout the entire process. She sported a shiner in one eye for resisting arrest. Leeloo would've complied without any objection had the officer been nicer, but after the stunts she pulled at the police station, he was in no mood for pleasantries. Despite a few murmurings under the deputy’s breath, it was an uneventful car ride. She contemplated escape several times over. A stick of polymer clay, or heck, even a marker would do the trick. She reached for a random art tool in her pocket. Then the consequences began floating over her head like weighted phantoms.
She thought about her parents and her two little brothers, and then she thought about her sister out there in the front lines. What would the government do to them if she ran away? And where could she possibly run off to? Leeloo knew enough about Japan’s intense policing and border checking. It was meant to serve as precaution from the moonmen, but it felt more like it was intended to keep close tabs on people. She overheard the stories about families disappearing overnight for unknown reasons. Her father once told her they were just being relocated, but never explained why. Her mother never commented on the matter. In any case, Leeloo wanted everyone safe from harm, and a selfish attempt to run from her problems just wasn’t in the cards for her. She knew she was in the wrong for causing the police department’s infrastructure to implode, and she was willing to atone for her mistake. But at what cost?
Leeloo observed the odd spectacle before her. It was a live demonstration between some broccoli haired coin thrower and a real moonman. She’s seen photos and videos before, but never was she so up close and personal. This is what Ruby is up against? Leeloo’s concern for her sister grew exponentially as the powered girl fended off the monster. Her seat was much further back, but she was afraid it might go crazy and start attacking the audience. Without her art tools handy, she never felt so vulnerable in her life. To Leeloo’s amazement, the girl singlehandedly defeated the monster.
The show was over, and with it, came the director’s proposal. There really wasn’t much of a choice. Leave and have your memory wiped, or stay and become a fighter like broccoli hair. How much of our memories will be wiped clean? What guarantees did they have that we won’t end up with permanent brain damage? And if we stay and fight, will we ever see our families again? A swirl of doubt, confusion, and frustration filled the auditorium air as children were forced to make life altering decisions within the span of three minutes. Her big brown eyes scanned the exits as several kids were getting up to leave. She felt the temptation gnawing at her bones to follow suit. Just as she was about to stand up, she stopped in her tracks. she thought about the fight between the moonman and the girl. How her sister Ruby was out there with no superpowers, fighting these monsters day in and day out. Could Leeloo turn away from all of this knowing she could help in this war? That maybe she could turn the tide and bring her sister back home safe in the process?
Thoughts continued to snap at her, pulling and pushing her around until she forcefully stood up and walked out into the aisle. Just as it looked like she was about to head toward the exit, she swung around and marched toward the stage. A tall girl that was much older than Leeloo got up and bolted toward the main entrance sobbing in frustration. Leeloo took her seat in the front row, furrowed brow still intact, and crossed her arms. | Name: Senri Nazumi
Age: 16 | Height: 168cm | Blood: AB
Physical Description:
Nazumi is actually shorter than 168cm. But that is because of her "circumstances". Her skin and hair are fair, and smooth. At "full" height, she weighs over 200 kg, but normally, she weighs about 45 kg. If you pay attention, you can see scarring tissue around the limbs. She has no fashion sense, so she normally wears whatever is provided to her, given that she can freely move in it. Sometimes it looks like there are sparks coming out from her.
Biography/background:
The Senri's were a fairly well off family, with quite the influence in Japan. Nazumi was the only child of the family. She loved to learn and read, and was an honest child who loved playing around. Her life was mostly peaceful at first. However, as the "moonmen" attacks became more prominent and more alerting, she was unaware of what dangers it entailed.
It all changed so suddenly, as one day, a moonman destroyed her house, her family, almost everything. It looked like a pile of bones with rotting flesh oozing from the bones, with a shape that resembled a head/face of an alligator and a body resembling a spider. The stench, the sight, the feel, the noise, it was horrifying. Everything being swallowed, liquefying. It approached, melting away her legs, eating away her arms. Fear enveloped and she blacked out. At first she was sure she had died, but by what she thought was a stroke of luck, she had survived. The true reason she survived though, she found out years later.
Being found, without any limbs, an ambulance had taken her to the hospital. She finally realised the fear of the moonmen, the terror they caused and their strength. Weeks later, she had been given prosthetic limbs. Without any direct-family left, people were concerned about what to do with her, they also wondered how she had survived. However, she still lived, being rehabilitated with her new limbs. She was glad that she could walk again, and cherished it, learning to cherish every moment possible.
As her rehabilitation finished, she ended up living with her uncle. Technically he was a family friend, a close friend of her father. Nonetheless, she lived with her uncle, in the terror of the moonmen. She continued her somewhat ordinary life, with her new limbs. Until one day, she could start to see currents. It was odd. She didn't understand why she could see them.
As time continued, the circuits in her artificial limbs ended up frying. The doctors were confused. The damage suggested that there was an electric surge sent into the limbs. They couldn't figure out what was happening. As Nazumi got older, however, she realised, it was her ability, this was what had saved her that night. With new prosthetic limbs from the hospital, she sought out to make her own. She read up on how to make artificial limbs, weapon systems and many more. Eventually, she was able to make her own custom limbs.
About a year after that, the Coalition came about and news about the children known as "Limiters" came into existence. She knew what she was, and left her uncle's place, being tested and confirmed to be a "Limiter".
Personality:
Nazumi has a kind heart and appreciates everything. Due to her loss of limbs, she has learned to appreciate every step, every breath and every word. In these dark times, she finds something to be optimistic about. Although not the best, she attempts to give everyone a smile and keep them from feeling good.
This all changes on the battlefield. Having faced the fearsome moonmen as a child, she is aggressive and harsh. Facing it head-on, she doesn't take her usual approach of appreciation. Instead, she only calculates how to destroy her target.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
Nazumi's ability is, in simple terms, controlling electricity. There are several parts to her ability. There is the passive component, which is always active. Her body produces more powerful action potentials than other people. It is not a lot more, but it leads to some consequences. She is also able to see the path of electricity within objects. Since she cannot turn off these abilities, her body is under a constant amount of stress, limiting her from using electricity directly to attack. If she uses electricity from an outside source, it does ease the stress she takes. Her body burns out from the amount of electricity running through it, leading her to possibly be electrocuted from the inside out and charred to ash.
This ability is often used to power her limbs and armaments. She has put in a lot of hours to create and calculate her limbs and armaments for fighting for long periods. She avoids using her armaments in quick succession, as that burns her out.
Skillset:
Besides being a great mechanic and engineer, due to her circumstances, Nazumi is well read and has learned how to cook. She has also learned a bit of the way of the sword, but has yet to master.
Equipment:
Her equipment include her limbs, which can be changed over for different armaments and abilities. Her armaments include lasers, railguns, vision enhancement equipment (cameras, infrared, etc.) and an plasma shield. She also uses a set of katanas. |
4,462 | 111 | 8 | 1,662 | 1,136 | Like a crash to a pipe dream, the situation that Satomi had been flung into was only becoming more grotesque by the minute. The demonstration before her, was this real? This was the face of a true Moonman? The same creatures that were responsible for the deaths of uncountable people? Cold sweat and a bit of panic broke out as the thing was released, not nearly as severe as the attack she had been locked into before the announcement caught her attention. And here, she was terrified.
What were they thinking? Releasing this eldrichian horror into a room of children; Satomi was compelled to scream in horror, but the noise was lost in her throat, as she got a good look into the battle before her, this girl, not much older than herself, dispatching of the moonman with seemingly little effort. Satomi could only blink in confusion as the monster fell dead to the ground, soon to be charred and disposed of; killed with...coins?
And like another dream, the show was over almost as soon as it started. As a voice echoed out
"This is why I'm presenting you all with a choice to decide your fit. If you do not wish to walk the path ahead od you, you can turn back now. Exit through the main doors above and after a simple memory wipe you will be free to go. But for those of you willing to risk life and limb, to dive deeper down the rabbit hole and find thier potential to save the world, I invite you to stay. You have three minutes to make a decision and I need to remind you all decesions fron this point foward are permanent."
So, she was free to go? No, it was never that easy. She knew that if she left, it was likely that she'd just be disposed of on the spot. What good would she be, as a Dekasegi, left to run wild. It would be like releasing a rat or other vermin back into the world, as far as the Officials of Zone Two were concerned. To die a criminal, or to die as some kind of super soldier. Neither choice was safe, but, it was obvious the way she had to go.
"I'm probaly never going to see Mamãe and Papai again..." She uttered to herself, semi-inaudiably, as Satomi raised her head, focusing her eyes upon the door ahead. "But, maybe, maybe I can still do something for them. I can still help them, even if from this far away."
Satomi closed her eyes, "One less mouth to feed at home, one less fine and demerit against them with the law." Her body tensed, as the decision came out, and she murmured the ultimatum to herself
"I'm more good to them here"
As these words rang out, Satomi went to take here seat, and embrace this life, a new role of a Limiter. It was a better fate than whatever awaited a Dekasegi girl out there. A chance to rise above society's expectations, and make something of herself and help not just her family, but to help everyone. Her heart as filled with fear, but somewhere in that stew of horror, there was hope; and a kind of assurance that this was the right decision. | Satomi Dosantosu
15| 5'2"| O
Physical Description:
As with most Dekasegi people, Satomi shows a significant level of physical heterogeneity not found in most pureblooded Japanese people. Her hair is a light chesnut brown, left long and to hang all the way down to her mid-back. She is a tall, spindly figure, with strong legs from her passion in playing football. Her eyes are dark brown, and her skin is slightly tanned. Her facial features show her Portuguese-Brazilian origins, as well as the recent integration of Japanese into her family line.
Biography/background:
Brazilians had established a presence in Japan even before the Moonmen were ever known to exist. In those bygone days, most of the so-called "Dekasegi" (meaning "working away from home" in Japanese) were people of Japanese ethnicity who's ancestors had moved to South America looking for work, and who returned seeking the same opportunities in the land of their ancestors. As the troubles of the Moonmen came upon the world, the usually xenophobic Japan relaxed its immigration policies towards places like Brazil and Latin America among those of the Japanese Diaspora looking to return, only for the restrictions to ethnicity to fall, and finally with large numbers of Brazilians of any ethnicity comming following the rise of the Coalition and the fall of South America.
These People were also known as Dekasegi, a word meaning roughly "Brazilian/South American" in these times. Over time, the Dekasegi lost touch with their old homeland of Brazil, and crafted a new ethnic identity, as things like the Portuguese and Spanish Language slowly gave way in their communities in favor of Japanese, (although Portuguese survives as a sacred language used in Church services or prayers, and the Dekasegi have their own sociolect of Japanese, called Dekasegigo, written in the Latin Alphabet, and containing much vocabulary and lexical structures borrowed from Portuguese) as they also took on Japanese given names, and integrated more Japanese culture into their lives. Dekasegi people are one of the oldest of the Refugee ethnic groups established, however they are among the most discriminated against. Dekasegi were seen as outcasts, the descendants of social failures who could not make it in Japanese society, and would only continue their ancestors' legacies of failure, never making any significant contributions to Japanese society. Dekasegi are seen as expendables who can do the so-called "three K" jobs: Kitsui, Kitanai and Kiken – hard, dirty and dangerous, jobs like cleaning sewage lines and septic tanks, slaughtering animals, processing meats, executions, mortician work, grave diggers; with adults unsurprisingly dying very often in their work, and children often skipping school and falsifying their age for work, and as such, attracting penelties and punishments from the authorities of the Collation when they are figured out; they have gained the reputation of vagrants, hereditary failures, social dropouts, truants, and untrustworthy individuals. Social dissidents who simply refuse to do what they are supposed to, and who run a strain of how often they need to be put down.
Satomi's family originated from a wealthy white Portuguese-Brazilian family from Fortaleza, Brazil. Her ancestors came to Zone Two and settled near Tokyo. At this time, they were known as the Dos Santos family, but over time they became more Japanized, and took on the Japanized Surname Dosantosu.
Satomi was born in the Dekasegi shanty village of Poroto Resute, where she had carved out a living collecting scrap metal and other recyclables for money, and doing odd jobs in larger cities like Tokyo for money. However, few people will trust a Dekasegi to do serious work for them, and so Satomi's family must scrape a living out on a day to day income doing day labor and odd jobs. As well, Satomi falls under the label of Fushūgaku, a repeat truant, due to her need for constant work to support herself. As a result, Satomi is a social outcast, an untouchable on the periphery of society, as is to be expected of one in her position.
Personality:
Satomi is a headstrong, iron-willed young woman. Life in constant poverty and discrimination has done nothing to kill her optimism. However, her stubbornness can get the best of her at times. She's quick to anger, and unafraid to speak her mind. Satomi will stand up to any threats in her way, even if the odds are against her.
Type:
Speed
Special Ability:
Satomi can take on an ethereal form for approximately 5 minutes, allowing her to phase through solid objects, and protecting her from physical attack. This can be used to reach an otherwise unacceptable area, or to escape from an otherwise dangerous situation. However, the strain on her body is great, and Satomi will usually be extremely exhausted after re-materializing, and must rest before she can go further, and must sleep before she can access her ethereal form again. Though it may be hypochondria, she seems to feel that every time she uses her ethereal state, she feels weaker, and seems to get sicker, and injured more often, as if her body is being torn apart with every use.
Skillset:
Satomi is very athletic, with great endurance and strength, though nothing superhuman. As well, she knows how to survive in wild locations, and craft useful items from scrap and junk. As well, Satomi is very agile, and capable of great feats of jumping, climbing and evasion. As well, Satomi is knowledgeable about the less savory parts of Japanese cities and towns.
Equipment:
Satomi wears a necklace with a Catholic Christian Charm, as well as a rosary that she tends to fiddle with when she's anxious or nervous. As well, she carries around a baseball bat for protection, as she is unable to carry a gun as a minor and a Dekasegi. It's usually strapped on her back. |
4,463 | 111 | 9 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Reika Kuroke~
It wasn’t long before the rest of the seats began to fill up with numerous other children, most of them girls, Reika observed. Which was interesting seeing as if they were to become super soldiers she would expect these effects to take hold of males more so than females. At least, that was what the Director was implying they would become; super soldiers for the government.
So that was what a Limiter was? Reika tilted her head as the sound of the crowd began to overflow, many of the children wanting to either protest this course of action or have their voice be known. Reika had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the sheer childish display before her. But then again, the majority of these kids still had a family to go back to.
That’s when the lights dimmed down and a green-haired girl named Nozomi stepped up to the command of the Director. Funny. The vibrant shade of her hair reminded Reika of broccoli for some strange reason. But whatever amusement could be found from that thought was pushed back as the guards enclosed Nozomi on the stage, trapping her with a creature of nightmares.
Reika did not shriek, cry, or yelp but she did instinctively back up further into her seat as they were all shown a real Moonmen up close. That’s when Nozomi revealed her fighting prowess, leaping about with those coins of hers and battling with the creature. Reika couldn’t help but feel small twinges of admiration for this girl, though her expression would not reveal that fact.
After a long and bloody struggle, Broccoli Head eventually came out on top, though worst for wear if her injuries were to be taken in account. Reika’s frown deepened as the Director explained the point of this show and tell, her eyes flicking over to her left arm. She had no doubt in her mind that, with a power like hers, she could have easily destroyed that type of Moonmen…but the cost was perhaps too great on her to consider it…
Soon enough she was snapped back to reality, torn out of her thoughts by the sound of boots marching. Blinking, Reika turned to see a child, one by one, get up to leave the auditorium. They were denying the offer for power, to lay their lives down on the line for their country and for the world. And honestly, who could blame them?
They still had family, friends who still loved them. Why risk dying in what was perhaps a losing, senseless war just some super soldier mock-off said you could? But Reika didn’t have that option. In fact, given her power, it was perhaps in her best interests to stay among these people under constant watch.
Perhaps that was why she remained seated in her seat, staring at the stage blankly. | ~Reika Kuroke~
Age: 17 years | Height: 171 cm | Blood Type: B
Physical Description:
A girl with pale white hair, eyes, and complexion. Her short stoutness is nothing to concern herself with as she’s quite accepting of her stature as a whole. It is suggested that she was a much more vibrant person before the development of her powers but she’ll neither deny nor confirm these claims.
Biography:
What little Reika can remember of her past is nothing but a waking nightmare. She can recall that she once lived in a small town that convinced itself that the five year peace put in place would last forever. So determined were they to believe in these delusional lies that, like their ancestors before them, they were unable to detect the attack of the Moonmen until it was much too late.
Reika clearly remembers an average day at school turned twisted with screams and the sound of consumption echoing all around her…before a soothing blackness overtook her. When she woke up, the corpses of those she used to know along with some of the Moonmen surrounded her on all sides.
Naturally the Coalition arrived and brought her in. As the only survivor of her town, it was only obvious that they question the young girl, running various tests in an attempt to discover how she, an ordinary youth, had survived such a massacre. It was only through these tests that the first discovery of Reika’s powers were realized.
Personality:
Outside of personal life, Reika is a powerful public figure and maintains that image rightly so in the presence of her peers. As someone that speaks only when needed, it’s quite obvious that she possess excellent public speaking skills and an ability to run entire operations to their course. As such, she’s often been called crazy not speaking her mind more often then she should.
Though closer inspection would reveal the façade Reika puts on for the people around her. Dig a little deeper, and one would find a girl brimming with apathy for others and has a tendency to wander alone. She’s not depressed and she’s not anti-social, but she does prefer to not be in the center of bustling activity.
Work as Limiter and her own real lack of caring have taken away many chances to actively integrate with those among herself, and she will often politely decline gatherings and parties hosted by other members of gathered Limiter group. But if, by chance, she does form a rare bond with another, then she will do all things in her power to keep said bond and never let it sever.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
Reika can summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to work better against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Reika’s most powerful ability. That being said, the cold girl tries to use such an effective power against the Moonmen sparingly due to its…unpleasant drawbacks inflicted on both her mind and body.
Skillset:
Reika excels in public speaking skills along with rallying up others with motivation and pitting them together for a common cause. It’s shame that she rarely puts this skill to good work, not caring enough for anyone else to be motivated herself.
Equipment:
Reika is often seen carrying around a small first-aid kit on hand at all times. It’s uncertain why she possesses this, though it might have something to do with her powers. |
4,464 | 111 | 10 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Yuuna
As the auditorium, lecture hall, or whatever this structure truly was, began to get more and more crowded, Yuuna noticed the commentaries about the room's air conditioner system being broken, or how some of the other girls talked about each other's appearances, including a few that referred to Yuuna as 'doll-like' or 'pretty'. This didn't fazed Yuuna, though; she was not one to fall victim of hubris, yet it remembered her of how some of the soldiers she lived with used to call her before she learned to speak a bit of Russian.
Soon enough, Yuuna's mind would be once more be taken away from the frozen wastelands of her memories to the current reality, as a girl sat beside her and asked if she was the source of the temperature drop, "Привет*..." Yuuna replied at first, before noticing that she had spoken in Russian out of habit, "Sorry, I'm not used to talk in anything but Russian on a daily basis. Hi, anyway. To answer your question, it's not like I want to, like you said there's nothing that I can do to avoid this."
Their conversation would be cut short when a large group took the stage before them, culminating with the appearance of a man calling himself 'The Director'. After a short explanation that served no purpose other than confusing some of the girls even more, the Director called forth a bizarre demonstration of what a Limiter's skills truly are. Yuuna knew some of that already, but watching the green-haired girl, Nozomi (who looked like a walking broccoli from this far away) fight, brought a few mixed feelings to Yuuna. If this puppet-like girl, who seemed to have no will of her own (otherwise why would she behave like that?), was the best they had and this training taught them how to fight at such a poor level, then humanity was really condemned.
When given the choice of staying or not, Yuuna did something unusual of her and got up from her seat, walking all the way to the empty seats in the first row and spoke to the waiting Director, "I understand that we are to fight as an unit, right? Otherwise there would be no reason to force all of us in this room, as you could scout everyone individually. I for once don't have anything against neither of these proposals, but if we are to fight for the sake of the world I have to ask. This Broccoli Head is really your best? If so you have to seriously reconsider your CQC training. Or, is she really someone that was chosen just because she's expendable, like all of us, so her potential death on the stage could weed those who don't have the guts to face what's to come?"
After stating her questions, Yuuna fell silent, showing to traces of rebellion or aggression, it was just a fair questioning for the one who was asking them to effectively throw away whatever was left of their lives. Yuuna at least expected the Director to understand that. Plus, she really didn't liked the puppet-like nature of Nozomi, that was for sure, as the glare she sent to the broccoli-haired girl demonstrated.
*Привет (read: Privét); Russian informal greeting. | The Saint of Winter, Yuuna "Katyusha" Yukino
Age: 17 years | Height: 163 cm | Blood Type: A
Physical Description:
Yuuna is a girl of average build for her age and ethnic group. Her body has been shaped by martial arts practice while she was young, which was only accentuated once her powers began to develop. If nothing else what call for more attention on appearance is Yuuna's pure white hair and icy blue eyes, a side effect of the power she wields and one of the main reasons why Yuuna was named the Saint of Winter over time
When it comes to clothing, usually Yuuna is seen wearing winter garments, like heavy coats and gloves, mostly white in color, with her main distinguishing characteristic being her hat which is a memento from a military unit Yuuna spent some time with and came to consider as a foster family.
Biography/background:
Yuuna was born on Okinawa, and spent the best of her childhood learning the island's traditional martial art, the Okinawan karate as well as Soujustsu, the art of the spear, as a child from a respected martial artists lineage. It wasn't until Yuuna turned eleven and her powers first began to manifest, by an unnatural drop in the island's temperature, that her life would change forever.
After the first harsh encounter with 'them' and the advent of her unique ability, Yuuna began to roam the land as both a penitent soul and a bringer of hope, these days whenever she passes through, people can't help but call her by the name of Saint of Winter for both of these characteristics.
Okinawa fell to the demons mostly thanks to the untimely bloom of Yuuna's freezing powers that seriously hampered the efforts to evacuate the island, leaving only a select few survivors (herself included, since no one knew she was the source of the sudden blizzard that caused so many deaths at that time). After she came to know that whenever she stays at a place for too long the climate of the region shifts into a deep freezing winter, Yuuna began to roam the land and spent most of her days on Hokkaido where more snow and ice was not uncommon, specially on these days where the poles are slowly refreezing.
Not all on the young Limiter's life was tragedy, though, since it was on Hokkaido that Yuuna met her surrogate family. A broken detachment of the Russian armed forces Siberian troops, that had been sent to defend the rear guard, after the mainland fell and fought the beasts using equipment from the age of the Soviet Union. She spent a couple years with them, which earned her both a very good fluency of Russian and knowledge of survival in the harsh conditions she tends to bring with her as well as some human warmth amidst the coldness of her days.
It wouldn't last.
It turns out that the unit she lived in would be ambushed, even amidst the harsh winter conditions, by moonmen that somehow were buried under the earth. The ensuing battle was in truth a slaughter and once more all that was left of Yuuna was to survive alone. After this tragic outcome Yuuna traveled back to Honshu on a relief ship and up to this day she spends her time traversing the countryside and salvaging whatever can be (canned food, bottled water, medicine, batteries, once in a while small luxuries like candies, books and toys) of villages that have been ruined and bringing it to those who would have better use for such supplies without asking anything in return.
There's about no one in Zone 2's countryside that doesn't know of the Saint of Winter's fame, her generosity and her cold, seemingly broken heart incapable of forming deep bonds with anything other than the music she came to love so much and a wolf that follows her whenever she goes.
Personality:
Yuuna is as cold as the winter and snow she takes after, isolating herself behind a barrier of music and rarely ever letting anyone pierce through it. In her travels, after all the losses she suffered, Yuuna gained a deep appreciation of music (the only solace left for her) and almost never she is seen without a music player and headphones. Whoever this cold exterior is a cask needed to keep her powers under control, in truth Yuuna does long for closeness with others, but in opening herself she could bring disaster.
Best summed in the opinion of most who have met her on the countryside, "The Saint of Winter's smile, is beautiful, but painfully sad to gaze at, almost as if she was shedding all her warmth for you and keeping none to herself."
Type:
Speed.
Special Ability:
Yuuna is simply put, walking entropy, a heat sinkhole that steals the energy of the molecules around her, giving the impression that she has freezing powers, when actually what she does is redirect heat from a place to other to, well... freeze things. All that stolen energy can't simply disappear, for one can't simply break the ironclad laws of thermodynamics, so all energy that Yuuna steals ends up being shed deeply to the ground bellow her and to the sky high above by a strong convection force.
That said, Yuuna doesn't have complete control over her powers, and some of it "bleeds out" causing a constant drop in the temperature around her that's too faint to notice at first, unless the place has a complete still atmosphere, but soon enough it piles up and if Yuuna remains in the same place for too long winter will always come. The more unstable her emotional state the more powerful is this uncontrollable effect. Other consequences of a total loss of control might exist, but since Yuuna never has undergone them, there's no way to know what will happen.
As a side effect whenever Yuuna moves away from a frozen zone, life tries to bloom again, just like the Spring that comes after a hard, long Winter. Also, note that because Yuuna steals ones hit by just touching them, her body appears to be extremely hot to touch, when in truth it's yours that is colder, a simple thermometer is enough to prove this.
Skillset:
Aside from her martial arts, Yuuna also is proficient in Russian and can read Cyrillic, has a decent training from the soldiers she lived with, becoming an expert at old Soviet tactics and weaponry. She's specially proficient in sniping, to say the truth. And, apparently she can sing very well (a skill she learned with the one of the soldiers as well), the real problem is convincing her to do so.
Equipment:
An SVD Dragunov sniper rifle and spare ammo that she uses primary for hunting the few edible game that still survives in the open world, survival kits and items she carries from place to place, magnesium lighters (to endure the harsh conditions around her). And, if it can be counted as such, Grisha, an artic wolf hound that once belonged to the soldiers she lived with and that somehow became very attached to Yuuna after both of their losses, he's very intelligent and loyal, but only ever answers to commands spelled in Russian, for obvious reasons. |
4,465 | 111 | 11 | 792 | 4,390 | Dizzy
Eyes were center, on the adults, surely, since anyone who introduced themselves with a title rather than a name was bound to either be someone important or someone with an inflated ego. Often it was both, as Dizzy suspected upon hearing him talk. That belief didn't extend just to him, Dizzy thought that all of the adults, guards included, had to have an inflated sense of ego given that they still believed they had a snowball's chance in hell of making any sort of legitimate difference in the world as it presently existed. But then, what did that make her for listening to the lecture, for looking around at the other girls who would jump at the chance to call themselves Limiters. The Director's words were just that. Words. And words were always hiding something. Lies. Truths. Deceptions.
Dizzy was ready to simply tune the speech out but that became difficult as the ear piercing shriek and the gasps of terror rang out even louder than the flowery introduction had. But it wasn't until that blaring klaxon sounded that Dizzy reacted. Seeing one of the monstrosities gave Dizzy nothing. No reaction. She had seen bigger. She had heard death wails. She would keep hearing them. But the klaxon caused her head to slam down onto the desktop in front of her. The pain was instant, and it was stinging, and it lingered even as she lifted it in time to watch the little demonstration.
"The size differential is crucial. She's taking it lightly, the armspan alone...that's going to hit her," she mumbled out as the Moonman clipped the green haired girl. "Two point seven seconds earlier and it would have been a clean dodge," Dizzy continued mumbling quietly to herself, sounding almost as if she was speaking in tongues. "Size differential is too great. Defense not suggested. Its charging speed is faster than its swinging speed by a factor of-" As the beast let out a shriek of what could be pain as easily as it was anything else, Dizzy's side commentary came to an end as again her head was drawn in sharp pain downward, hitting the desk with a thump.
When she awoke it was to lingering throbbing and to the sounds of some shuffling out of the lecture hall.
"I can't do that," Dizzy remarked plainly, in response to the demonstration given. "Fighting. Not in my skill set." Dizzy stood up, quickly running her palm over her forehead, and stood in the line of the ones choosing to leave rather than to stay. | Dahee 'Dizzy' Chae
16| 5'3"| B
Physical Description:
Dizzy doesn't cut an imposing figure and to those unaware she doesn't seem to fit into the image of a Limiter. She's quite pale, moreso than usual and has a rather frail appearance; add to that her short stature and it's no surprise why some question if Limiters are a good idea when they take girls such as her. Dizzy doesn't do much to stand out with regards to her appearance, opting for plain, practical attire though with a slight slant towards brighter colors if she can get them; fanciful clothing hardly seems to be a major issue, all things considered. Her hair, which is as black as a starless night sky, is self maintained, leading to uneven bangs and an amateurish cut in general. Speaking of hair, she parts it to the left and is never seen without a bronze hairclip in the shape of a flower that no one seems to know or remember the name of. She isn't sickly, she just looks that way and doesn't seem to understand why people assume otherwise.
Biography/background:
Dizzy was born in Zone 2 in a town that was situated in what was once known as Korea. Hers was not an enjoyable journey from her home to the Coalition protected relative safety of Japan. It started with screams of horror and panic which, to Dizzy's young ears, was not yet the norm. Her town was not as well protected as more defensive areas over in Japan and elsewhere and the town was just another light going dark on the radar. It was both fortunate and a terrible occurrence that the monster that turned her town dark was a small one; but the size didn't seem to matter as it tore through the buildings and bodies as easily as a hotknife through butter.
Dizzy was one of the handful of survivors and hers came at the cost of her brother staying behind in a futile effort to save at least someone. All she could do, given her young age and naive outlook at the time, was to hide along with the survivors and hope, pray, or whatever it took for rescue. The Moonman might still be out there, Dizzy doesn't know. All she knows is the sounds of screaming, the smell of smoke and charred flesh, and the bright light that flashed just before it all went dark.
After the horror that befell her town, she awoke on a military vessel swathed in blankets and huddled with the others who made it out. They had thought they were safe, that they would make it to a more secure Coalition territory unharmed. How naive they were. The boat rocked. The boat was constantly assaulted by the salty spray of the ocean. The boat was set upon by an aquatic abomination that claimed no less than four lives. Dizzy would come to learn that this was just the way of things, this was how it was to survive.
She had never considered fighting back to be an option; to her, the monsters existed only outside of the walls, figments of a past she wanted to forget. But when they came to her educational facility and discovered she had tested positive for something other than mathematics...things changed. She still remembered the sights, the sounds, and the smells of her childhood...only now it seemed that she could do something about it. Or she would wind up like her brother. Either way, it was something.
Personality:
While not exactly a pessimist, Dizzy is hardly one to think that things can get better. Her beliefs almost border on the nihilistic side, though she hasn't quite yet rejected the rules of morality or indeed the rules...but her words certainly don't make matters any easier on others. Despite what her appearance might suggest, she's not soft spoken or withdrawn and she'll say what she means with little regard for tact or subtlety because what's the point in trying to gussy things up. This does make her seem rude to those meeting her for the first time, but in her mind it's just how things are and should be; she believes that they're fighting for a planet and cause that's already dead so there's no point in trying to make lemonade out of the lemons. Part of her does care, it has to, otherwise she would've not even bothered coming this far with the Limiter training, but good luck getting her to admit anything other than the simple fact that everyone is living on borrowed time.
Type:
Support
Special Ability:
Tactical Projection: Dizzy's penchant for numbers and mathematics wasn't an accident. Her Ability makes it so that she can accurately calculate and see trajectories and probabilities in the midst of battle. This in turn allows her to relay tactical information to others and even ensure that her own ranged weaponry can hit a moving target within a certain distance and at a certain speed. Hardly flashy, but hardly useless either. And it allows her to give her own unique brand of...encouragement to her fellow Limiters which is surely wonderful.
Skillset:
Math. Dizzy is especially good at math and calculations. Obviously enhanced when using her ability, but even without she is able to rattle off equations in her head, though the more elaborate ones do require the use of paper and pencil. Marksmanship is another thing she is capable in, which comes in handy seeing as how in battle her attacks come via range. She's not the most accurate all the time but she can calculate bullet drop and trajectory like no one's business.
Equipment:
Dizzy is never without her brass hairclip and frequently touches it when in need of that little extra bit of...something to stay in the heat of battle. |
4,466 | 111 | 12 | 666 | 234 | Before long a man who came to call himself the Director showed his face to all of the girls in the Auditorium. Jyne knew not his agenda but she was torn between wanting to immediately trust him or rip his throat out. And he had only said one sentence. The latter option would not look that great in front of many of the girls she was sure and the military would not much like that. Plus, she wasn't that edgy to do that anyways so she sat quietly and listened to the man speak to them.
After a while a girl with green hair was brought up and the crowd started to murmur and whisper as they were all unsure of what was about to happen to her.
Encased in a small arena a malformed and disgusting creature was sent in with a one on one match underway between the girl and the beast. Jyne felt like she had witnessed one of those beasts before first hand but her memories were scattered and broken so trying to remember was only causing her to develop a headache.
Before long girls were standing up and gasping as the two started their battle. Jyne stood up to get a better view of the fight and right off the bat it didn't look good.
The girl was clipped by the beast and yet sent back a good ways but she was able to recoil herself and get back in the fight. She cheered for her inside as she kept quiet on the outside.
After what felt like an eternity the beast was defeated and the girl was left with bruises, scrapes and a bloody nose. She sat back down and the Director then gave the girls two options: They could either stay and use their powers to fight the ever growing threat. Or they could leave and have their memories wiped.
Jyne did not give the options a moments thought as she had already decided on what she wanted to do. She had nothing on the outside so why leave a place that would provide for her? Or that was her train of thought.
Girls of all kinds stood up and made their way to the exit to leave the room but a few were staying behind and moving to the front or staying in their seats.
Jyne stood up but did not make her way to the exit. She pushed her way through a mob of girls and found a seat closer to the front. Just in time to hear a girl speaking her mind and asking questions to the Director. She stayed silent and sat down a row behind them. She knew the Director was right in that they could not avoid this. She felt like she had experienced this change for a reason. She knew it was deadly but she enjoyed it.
She wanted to learn to control it. So, she would stay. | Name
17| 5'7 | AB
Physical Description:
Physical Description: Standing at a stout 5'7 for her age, Jyne has gone through a plethora of hair colors that she can't even remember her original hair color. A year ago she settled on the hair color and style she had now and is rather fond of it. She looks like a regular girl for her age, save the fact that she is a Limiter. But that is besides the point. Her eye color is a soft olive color and her skin is rather soft to the touch as well. This flamboyant and rather extravagant Limiter isn't afraid of wearing what she chooses and acting how she pleases. Her regular attire consists of the type of leather scrap armor she has given herself with her shoulders exposed. In fact, her "armor" choice looks nothing more than her regular school clothing but just painted and changed slightly.
Biography/background:
Born in a small town in Zone 2, Jyne spent most of her early childhood wasting the days away with her lovable dog, Cho. Jyne and Cho were inseparable. Jyne did not know the full story of why she was given her best friend but as a small child she did not object to this. But, when Jyne was born, her mother actually passed away in childbirth due to other complications than her health. Her father raised Jyne and spent every day looking in her eyes and only seeing his wife. Due to this, her father never remarried and thus she had no siblings. In order to help her cope with this preemptively, her father bought Jyne the runt of a German shepherd litter and the two instantly became best friends.
Her father homeschooled Jyne as he did not want her to leave his sight. However, the Moonmen would prove to complicate that. Or so she thought it was the Moonmen.
When Jyne was about 9 something attacked her town. The result was not pretty as most would have guessed. Her father got her to an safe zone but ended up getting himself killed in trying to save her. As a child, she was able to understand death as she watched her life shatter before her eyes. When she was extracted, she and her dog Cho were put in foster care.
It was only then that things would prove to get complicated for her. Her body started to change and her powers started to show in great force. Due to her unstable powers, her faithful and lovable best friend Cho was taken from her. Cho was put down in front of her tear filled eyes as the parents believed her dog to be some kind of catalyst for the strange powers. She proved to be too unstable for her first foster family and they put her back up for adoption.
A second family took her in when she was about 14 and they proved to not want to handle her powers either. This family sent her to get tests and screenings as the people were afraid she was some kind of monster or a proxy of some kind.
She tested negative for any kind of monster likeness but she did test positive for something else...
It was then as she aged her behavior changed. She found suppressed memories of her father and deceased mother when she was a little girl. She did not want to be the same person she was so this resulted in the changing of her hair color and style. It is symbolic, if you will.
She now seeks to train and hone her new found power and use it for good. Even though she is torn up on the inside and not herself.
Personality:
At first glance, Jyne looks like a sociopath or a crazy person. But in fact, she is a sweet and tender flower. Or at least she used to be. Due to her upbringing she has grown to hate who she was and she tends to say what she wants when she can. But, she will protect and be kind to those who are kind to her. She is usually the one to crack some joke or some remark. She will not hesitate to tell you what she thinks about you as she is a person who loves honest people. Which is ironic since she wants to be someone who she is not.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
She has come to call it "Beast Within" - Call it her love of animals but that deep love from her childhood has carried over into something she uses to hold her dear friend Cho close to her heart as she rips whatever she wants to shreds. When her power is activated she is granted two large claws, beast like in nature, and her eyes change to a bright yellow. She is still able to have cognitive thought and understanding in this state but she is rather "crazy" while her power is activated. She feels like every time she uses her power she slips away from herself and becomes the best inside of her. Hence the name she gave it. But, she always has to remind herself to use it for good.
Skillset:
: Smooth Talker. Jyne is 17 so she has practically seen the entire world. But not really. She is versatile due to her tough upbringing. She is quick to make friends even if they don't want it and she has a hard time letting them go. She is good with animals as well.
Equipment:
Besides her regular school clothing turned armor she always carries a small locket given to her by her father when whatever attacked her town. The locket has a picture of her father and mother on their wedding day as well as a picture of Cho as a puppy on the other side of the locket. She often finds solace in this locket and she tells herself that if she loses the locket she would slip into insanity and lose herself. |
4,467 | 111 | 13 | 1,011 | 1,386 | 'Broccoli Head'
As the rest of the Children were busy making a decision which would define the rest of their lives, the girl whose decision was made for her long ago stood to the side, her head continued to throb. Trying to focus on the far wall across the room she dug her fingers into her palms trying to clear her hand and make the shaking her hands seems less apparent. As she breathed she dug her fingers deeper into the palms feeling blood begin to come forth but she remained focused on the sport on the wall breathing in and out. For some the pain as if her skull was being ripped open slowly made them double over by this point, but Nozomi remained tall and seemingly unaffected in outward appearances. She was all too aware of the many pairs of eyes that were starring at her after her performance against the golem, judging her and examining her. She couldn't appear weak in front of them, that would not serve the purpose of the mission, that wouldn't do. So she remained stoic and impassive taking a deep breath in and letting another one out managing the pain.
As she stood there the women in the lab coat quickly rushed over to her, a small black bag that she had placed next to her seat in her hand. Nozomi fought her own desire to recede and flee away from the woman, she did'nt want the attention, she did'nt need to be watched over like some fragile little doll. But in her current environment their was no way to escape. As the woman stopped in front of her and produced a flashlight from her bag and shined it into one of the girls deep green eyes before switching over to the other after a few moments making a sound of disapproval under her breath. The doctor did'nt need to speak, Nozomi and her seemed to be following a well rehearsed procedure that they both could walk through without even thinking about. The doctor proceeded to check her pulse, temperature and took a blood sample over the next couple of moments seemingly concerned with every result that she received. She sighed as she looked at the green haired girl looking up at her with her stereotypical bored expression seemingly unconcerned about anything.
"You can't continue to push yourself like this Nozomi. We could of gotten somebody else to do the demonstration." She whispered to the girl as she continued her examination. As she spoke she could feel Nozomi tensed up and wonder if the girl would run away again, refuse to have this worn old conversation again and again. But she wouldn't at least not know in front of all these eyes starring back at her.
"Why? Is it because I'm a liability now doctor? Because your favorite experiment isn't living up to your expectations anymore?" Nozomi replied her voice curt and bitter eyes a dark and stormy green in color. She could feel the doctor visibly flinch back from the remarks. She knew she was being unfair, she knew that she actually cared about her and her well being. But she needed something, anything to vent her frustrations outwards against. It didn't matter who it was or if they actually deserved it or not. She was mad at herself, if it was two years ago she could of finished that Golem with much more ease, it was so easy back then. Now? Now every fight felt like she was pushing herself to the limit.
"Nozomi, I know your frustrated but you need to take your health into account. The degradation is already occurring at triple the normal rate for the rest of the girls and your not helping us control it by throwing yourself at every challenge you meet head on. You need to wait until we can find a solution." The woman replied with a warm tone as she rested a hand on the green haired girl shoulder who quickly pulled away from it.
"Find a solution? What solution? Another round of drug tests that don't work? Another failed experiment that makes me sick for the next month? I can't be wasting my time with experiments that might work. Every minute I waste more people die and they die because I'm not doing my job." Nozomi replied sternly her voice rising into a louder whisper. The Doctor sighed pulling her away into a corner around the edge of the dais and away from the others in the room.
"And what exactly going to happen to you? Are you just going to run yourself into the ground because you refuse to stop fighting?" The doctor asked her voice tired and almost resigned as she already knew where the conversation was going by this point.
"Fighting is all I know how to do doctor. I'm not like the rest of those kids out there. They had lives before all of us, they have families and friends to back to. All I know to do is fight. If I can't fight then... I don't have purpose anymore! So can we please just stop having this stupid conversation everyday and can you give me the shot already before my head explodes!" Her voice was bitter and anger filled with resentment. Though the doctor was unsure of where the anger was directed towards the infallibility of her condition, towards her and her colleagues which put her in her condition or at herself for her own 'weakness'. The doctor looked at the angry girl with pity in her eyes before she reached into the black bag and produced a small metal case. Opening the clasp the case opened to revel about ten syringes filled with a bright orange liquid. Reluctantly the doctor produced one of the syringes and handed it over to the green haired girl. Nozomi looked down at the object seemingly contemplating her actions for a moment before taking the syringe and slamming it into the base of her neck.
She felt the effects of the drug almost immediately her senses flared and the pain that plagued her became terribly intense as if she had been dunked in a bath of molten copper but then a moment later everything became very numb, the pain began to vanish and the tremors in her hands slowed before vanish altogether. Nozomi released a breath she hadn't even realized that she was holding as her head became clear and the world came back into sharp focus around her. She looked at the doctor whose disapproving face was still starring at her.
"You're trying to use a band aide to treat a bullet wound." She explained gesturing to the used syringe her voice still concerned but by this point Nozomi was already pushing her way past her back around the corner and back into the public. Her feet ,moving with a newfound strength as she moved back towards the director. As she did she noticed a girl with white hair talking to the Director while occasionally throwing the cold glance in her direction. At least mildly curious Nozomi approached the pair as she picked up the tail end of the conversation.
"This Broccoli Head is really your best? If so you have to seriously reconsider your CQC training. Or, is she really someone that was chosen just because she's expendable, like all of us, so her potential death on the stage could weed those who don't have the guts to face what's to come?"
"Well---" The Director began but was quickly interrupted as Nozomi herself stepped in and responded to the claims against her own state of being. At this distance it was more easy to make out some more of the details about the girl beside the unusual color of her hair. She was clothed in a similar grey jumpsuit to the rest of the girls but where they had a number sequence of ten digits tarting with five emblazoned on their right pocket as identification, Nozomi's was made up of only three numbers, 0-04. Beside that she looked normal maybe a little more on the thin side and her skin starkly pale but nothing that would draw immediate concern. She spoke Japaneses with little difficulty but from the way the words came forth it was obvious that it wasn't the language that she grew up with.
"I was politely asked to make a show out of it. If I actually went in with the intent to kill the fight would of been done in under a minute. That would cast.... untruthful messages about the danger involved in our circumstance. If I made it look too easy than more of the cowards and fools would stay thinking they could fight the monsters, thinking they had a chance. It would be a waste of all of our time. But that pardons the question. Which type are you I wonder? Coward, fool, or just plain arrogant?" Nozomi replied her voice was blunt but it held no apparent outward malice to it, it was still filled with its stereotypical outward tone of boredom as if the girl was just unsure of what to make of the girl with the white hair.
"Yes... well thanks for for clearing this little situation up. Now could you direct your new.... friend to her seat?"
"She's full of herself not blind Director. I think she can find her way to her own seat."
"I can't do that. Fighting. Not in my skill set."
“The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.” A voice sounded out warm and rough in it's tone from behind Dizzy. Seemingly having appeared out of nowhere was the man in the wheelchair that had been at the bottom of the lecture hall only a few minutes ago. He peered at Dizzy from behind old and worn glasses covered by grit and finer pints, his face heavily wrinkled and his reaming tufts of white hair protruding from his skull at a random angles. At this close of a distance he seemed very old and very very tiny as if a strong wind could scatter him across the earth.
"Not all battles are fought with brute force girl." He explained as he peered up at her as if he was starring through her flesh and bone and into the very foundation of her soul. He seemed to like what he saw as he smiled and began to snort in an odd raspy tone his whole body and the wheelchair beneath him shaking. "You have a gift girl. I can see it in your eyes. It would be a shame if you wasted your potential because you let your own emotions get in the way of destiny. A life directed by fear is no life at all"
With that the old man give Dizzy a wink before he wheeled himself away at a slow but steady pace vanishing into the crowd that moved and swelled about him.
Slowly as the line of children that stepped out began to vanish the lecture hall became almost sparse in comparison to the numbers that once filled it. About half of the children that had entered the room remained. The Director himself was pleasantly surprised at the turnout it was actually a larger number than the other groups before, the first few groups they had barely even gotten a quarter f them to stay. Of course it truly did'nt really matter in the end as most of them wouldn't make it through the training but at least it showed something about the persistence in this new batch. Slowly the children that remained filter their way towards the front of the lecture hall taking their seats and looking upwards intently. Some faces were framed with determination and excitement, others with fear as if they were concerned about the seemingly suicidal decision they had just made.
"You who still stand before me have made a heroic decision. A decision to put the betterment of humanity before the concerns for yourself. For that I thank you. From this point onward you are the members of Limiter Class 5. Let me be the first and foremost to welcome you to your new home." The Director explained as the scientist behind him politely clapped in congratulations. "From this point forward we will be teaching you how to properly control your powers and train you to fight the moonmen. You are the first and last defense against the monsters that threaten to devour us all. You are the hope which we fling into the future. But I warn you the path ahead is dangerous and filled with potential horrors. Many of you will not make it to the end of the training and many more will die after the fact. But you will die for a cause worth fighting for." The Director explained his voice crescendo in passion. The man himself released this field of charisma about him that just drew you into his voice as if reality itself bent about him and he could make you believe anything he could say.
"From this point forward you are dead to world. Your history, your past, your friends and family are all things to be forgotten. We will make sure that your loved ones are properly compensated for any trauma of your "unfortunate demise" may have caused, and in time you too will forgot about them. Your life starts anew today and it's in your hands what you do to shape it" The Director spoke slamming a fist into the podium before continuing. "Tomorrow placement training begins as we gauge all of your prospective skills. As for tonight, I suggest you sleep well."
And just like that the Director walked away off the stage and through the door which he came in followed slowly by the silent procession of scientist and other staff that sat behind him. Once they all departed the soldiers rearranged the students into their lines and marched them out off of the auditorium. They sneaked back through the halls of the large Tower going up and down seemingly endless flights of stairs before they came into the small gymnasium that they had been deposited in before. Slowly the Children found their beds and began to sit down at them, some talked among themselves while others curled up on their beds trying to block away the world. The lights lowered to a dim as the conversations slowly filtered in and out as many of the children passed out from exhaustion of the whole affair.
Nozomi was among those still awake, she sat on the edge of her bed her feet dangling over the edge as she looked up at the ceiling whee above her beyond the roof she figured the night sky shined down above. She had one more chance to do it right, she had more chance to prove that she could still do it. She had to do it this time, she had to do it this time. She absently looked around at the other children scattered about her in the dim room and wondered absentmindedly how many of them would end up as corpses before to soon. Sighing she slumped backwards into the bed realizing very quickly that she was getting no sleep at all tonight. | I N S T R U C T I O N S:
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4,468 | 111 | 14 | 792 | 4,390 | Dizzy
Destiny. The old man spoke of destiny as easily as others speak of their own hobbies and habits. Dizzy was no believer in destiny. Some might have considered the perilous journey from her home to her present location a stroke of good fortune or, yes, destiny given that so many others came so far, so close to safety...only to meet their bitter end while the one who would've welcomed their own end not only lived on but stood in a lecture hall with others who were most likely eager and excited to run headlong into danger. And their own end. But to Dizzy that wasn't proof of destiny at all. That was sheer coincidence. She wasn't special. She wasn't like the person who made it colder, she wasn't like the coin twirler, and she wasn't eager to seek death out herself. She would welcome it when it came, and she was well aware it was coming, but seeking death wasn't in her plan.
And yet, the old man's words gave Dizzy pause. Perhaps that's all he had wanted to do. Perhaps he had seen in her something Dizzy had not seen in herself. Or perhaps he just enjoyed being cryptic and speaking in platitudes. Regardless of the intent, the moment's hesitation, that pause in Dizzy's movements was just enough to keep her inside the lecture hall as the time limit expired. One window closed, or a door in this instance, so surely another would be opened down the line. Whether she wanted to or not, Dizzy's lot was thrown in with the rest of the girls.
The words the Director spoke rang hollow to the raven haired girl. What great cause were they dying for? There was no noble purpose, no great deed, just clueless adults trying to bandage a gaping wound with a single slip of adhesive. Dizzy was silent as she, and the others in the class, were shuffled along back to the row of beds. "Destiny? Potential? Crazy old fool must be blind," Dizzy spoke to herself as she sat up in her bed, legs bent upwards and chin resting atop her knees. "We're all going to die anyway. What difference does it make if it's here or outside...." Dizzy spoke as if she was trying to convince the most important person of all, that being herself, that staying was the right choice. | Dahee 'Dizzy' Chae
16| 5'3"| B
Physical Description:
Dizzy doesn't cut an imposing figure and to those unaware she doesn't seem to fit into the image of a Limiter. She's quite pale, moreso than usual and has a rather frail appearance; add to that her short stature and it's no surprise why some question if Limiters are a good idea when they take girls such as her. Dizzy doesn't do much to stand out with regards to her appearance, opting for plain, practical attire though with a slight slant towards brighter colors if she can get them; fanciful clothing hardly seems to be a major issue, all things considered. Her hair, which is as black as a starless night sky, is self maintained, leading to uneven bangs and an amateurish cut in general. Speaking of hair, she parts it to the left and is never seen without a bronze hairclip in the shape of a flower that no one seems to know or remember the name of. She isn't sickly, she just looks that way and doesn't seem to understand why people assume otherwise.
Biography/background:
Dizzy was born in Zone 2 in a town that was situated in what was once known as Korea. Hers was not an enjoyable journey from her home to the Coalition protected relative safety of Japan. It started with screams of horror and panic which, to Dizzy's young ears, was not yet the norm. Her town was not as well protected as more defensive areas over in Japan and elsewhere and the town was just another light going dark on the radar. It was both fortunate and a terrible occurrence that the monster that turned her town dark was a small one; but the size didn't seem to matter as it tore through the buildings and bodies as easily as a hotknife through butter.
Dizzy was one of the handful of survivors and hers came at the cost of her brother staying behind in a futile effort to save at least someone. All she could do, given her young age and naive outlook at the time, was to hide along with the survivors and hope, pray, or whatever it took for rescue. The Moonman might still be out there, Dizzy doesn't know. All she knows is the sounds of screaming, the smell of smoke and charred flesh, and the bright light that flashed just before it all went dark.
After the horror that befell her town, she awoke on a military vessel swathed in blankets and huddled with the others who made it out. They had thought they were safe, that they would make it to a more secure Coalition territory unharmed. How naive they were. The boat rocked. The boat was constantly assaulted by the salty spray of the ocean. The boat was set upon by an aquatic abomination that claimed no less than four lives. Dizzy would come to learn that this was just the way of things, this was how it was to survive.
She had never considered fighting back to be an option; to her, the monsters existed only outside of the walls, figments of a past she wanted to forget. But when they came to her educational facility and discovered she had tested positive for something other than mathematics...things changed. She still remembered the sights, the sounds, and the smells of her childhood...only now it seemed that she could do something about it. Or she would wind up like her brother. Either way, it was something.
Personality:
While not exactly a pessimist, Dizzy is hardly one to think that things can get better. Her beliefs almost border on the nihilistic side, though she hasn't quite yet rejected the rules of morality or indeed the rules...but her words certainly don't make matters any easier on others. Despite what her appearance might suggest, she's not soft spoken or withdrawn and she'll say what she means with little regard for tact or subtlety because what's the point in trying to gussy things up. This does make her seem rude to those meeting her for the first time, but in her mind it's just how things are and should be; she believes that they're fighting for a planet and cause that's already dead so there's no point in trying to make lemonade out of the lemons. Part of her does care, it has to, otherwise she would've not even bothered coming this far with the Limiter training, but good luck getting her to admit anything other than the simple fact that everyone is living on borrowed time.
Type:
Support
Special Ability:
Tactical Projection: Dizzy's penchant for numbers and mathematics wasn't an accident. Her Ability makes it so that she can accurately calculate and see trajectories and probabilities in the midst of battle. This in turn allows her to relay tactical information to others and even ensure that her own ranged weaponry can hit a moving target within a certain distance and at a certain speed. Hardly flashy, but hardly useless either. And it allows her to give her own unique brand of...encouragement to her fellow Limiters which is surely wonderful.
Skillset:
Math. Dizzy is especially good at math and calculations. Obviously enhanced when using her ability, but even without she is able to rattle off equations in her head, though the more elaborate ones do require the use of paper and pencil. Marksmanship is another thing she is capable in, which comes in handy seeing as how in battle her attacks come via range. She's not the most accurate all the time but she can calculate bullet drop and trajectory like no one's business.
Equipment:
Dizzy is never without her brass hairclip and frequently touches it when in need of that little extra bit of...something to stay in the heat of battle. |
4,469 | 111 | 15 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Reika Kuroke~
Before long the majority of girls left in the auditorium was less than ten not counting Broccoli Head. Reika’s eyes darted as she saw first Ice Breath and then another girl approach the Director. While the other girl sat down a few seats away, Ice Breath continued to speak her mind. Reika was intent on listening, eyes brimmed with apathy and curiosity.
So this was all just to demonstrate and maybe even get in a few scare tactics? Well that made sense, in a sort of way. Reika didn’t doubt Broccoli Head Had more potential than what was shown, though if her current care was to be expected the price of using such power was indeed dire…
A sudden flash of pain flitted across her features and she clenched her left arm. Her eyes remained the same but her teeth was gritted as she let the small spasm subside into nothingness yet again. Yeah…she knew firsthand the consequences of excessively using up their “gifts”.
This was about the time the Director had made to excuse himself and the only chance Reika had of getting anything answered had just slipped her grasp. Well wasn’t this lovely? The man had made some speech about heroics and whatnot…or something. Reika was only half-paying attention, eyes flicking back to Broccoli Head who was sitting in the corner, no doubt to recover.
Glancing at Broccoli Head’s sorry state and overhearing Ice Breath’s words…she couldn’t help but feel that maybe this Director was a little arrogant in his actions. Maybe he had earned that arrogance; Reika didn’t particularly care too much to elaborate it further. What interested her right now was the girl with the color of seaweed.
For the first time in what felt like hours, Reika stood up from her seat and made her way over to Nozomi. Noticing her laid out form, Reika stood over the other girl and waited for her to notice her. When it swiftly became apparent that Reika would have to make the first move, she coughed to get Nozomi’s attention before asking her a question.
“How much does it hurt? To use your powers and be treated with the drugs I mean…how much does it hurt?” she asked with a blank tone. | ~Reika Kuroke~
Age: 17 years | Height: 171 cm | Blood Type: B
Physical Description:
A girl with pale white hair, eyes, and complexion. Her short stoutness is nothing to concern herself with as she’s quite accepting of her stature as a whole. It is suggested that she was a much more vibrant person before the development of her powers but she’ll neither deny nor confirm these claims.
Biography:
What little Reika can remember of her past is nothing but a waking nightmare. She can recall that she once lived in a small town that convinced itself that the five year peace put in place would last forever. So determined were they to believe in these delusional lies that, like their ancestors before them, they were unable to detect the attack of the Moonmen until it was much too late.
Reika clearly remembers an average day at school turned twisted with screams and the sound of consumption echoing all around her…before a soothing blackness overtook her. When she woke up, the corpses of those she used to know along with some of the Moonmen surrounded her on all sides.
Naturally the Coalition arrived and brought her in. As the only survivor of her town, it was only obvious that they question the young girl, running various tests in an attempt to discover how she, an ordinary youth, had survived such a massacre. It was only through these tests that the first discovery of Reika’s powers were realized.
Personality:
Outside of personal life, Reika is a powerful public figure and maintains that image rightly so in the presence of her peers. As someone that speaks only when needed, it’s quite obvious that she possess excellent public speaking skills and an ability to run entire operations to their course. As such, she’s often been called crazy not speaking her mind more often then she should.
Though closer inspection would reveal the façade Reika puts on for the people around her. Dig a little deeper, and one would find a girl brimming with apathy for others and has a tendency to wander alone. She’s not depressed and she’s not anti-social, but she does prefer to not be in the center of bustling activity.
Work as Limiter and her own real lack of caring have taken away many chances to actively integrate with those among herself, and she will often politely decline gatherings and parties hosted by other members of gathered Limiter group. But if, by chance, she does form a rare bond with another, then she will do all things in her power to keep said bond and never let it sever.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
Reika can summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to work better against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Reika’s most powerful ability. That being said, the cold girl tries to use such an effective power against the Moonmen sparingly due to its…unpleasant drawbacks inflicted on both her mind and body.
Skillset:
Reika excels in public speaking skills along with rallying up others with motivation and pitting them together for a common cause. It’s shame that she rarely puts this skill to good work, not caring enough for anyone else to be motivated herself.
Equipment:
Reika is often seen carrying around a small first-aid kit on hand at all times. It’s uncertain why she possesses this, though it might have something to do with her powers. |
4,470 | 111 | 16 | 1,662 | 1,136 | Satomi lay, body sprawled out as her eyes gazed up into the ceiling, trying to find the point where the darkness obscured any further light. Her head was still throbbing, and dull aching prevented the girl from lulling herself away into the release of the dreamworld. Satomi grumbled to herself, pushing her body up, not without letting out a low moan from the pain in her head and arm, as a brief spell of dissorientation fell over, only to recede back as the clarity of the room returned.
A look of displeasure came over Satomi, her dark brown eyes narrowing and her mouth twisting into an expression of contempt and confusion as she mulled over exactly why she was here.
She was going to die, there was no doubt about that. Probably in a horrible fashion. It would have been just as easy to walk out that door and never look back. But...even if she would have done that that, the ultimate outcome was death, in a horrible fashion. At the very least, there was some kind of honor, even if it was superficial. She did feel some dignity in dying in war, over drowing in her own fluids after the Pneumonia she would certainly have contracted her from her future assignment of pumping septic tanks, embalming bodies or shoveling rotting animal parts in the abattoir would, or from being mauled by any one of the heavy machinery that was liable to catch her in the heat of work.
Did it really matter though? There was no real heroicism or glory in doing this? As far as the world outside her was concerned, she was already dead, not that anyone would have expected much more, or have any concerns that she was dying at this age. People in her village died all the time at her age, usually being shot or killed for stealing the wrong piece of trash, or getting on the wrong side of a guard in a bad mood.
Satomi groaned and grumbled, thoughts of whether or not what she was doing was worth it.
That was when her eyes caught sight of another one of the girls, another waking soul, her head rested on her knees. Satomi recognized her, she was one of the children originally looking to leave, though, something, or to be more specific, someone; had stalled her enough to keep her here. Maybe contact with another person would be what she needed to clear her mind of doubts. Satomi stood from her bed, and made her way over to the girl.
"Hi.." She murmered out quietly, hoping to catch the girl's attention. "I can't sleep, I'm a bit nervous about this all." Satomi tried her hardest too keep the air of optimism up, even if uncertainty was gnawing at her mind. "I'm Satomi by the way, Satomi Dosantosu. I couldn't help but notice that earlier, in the auditorium, you were going to leave. If you don't mind me asking...why did you stay?" | Satomi Dosantosu
15| 5'2"| O
Physical Description:
As with most Dekasegi people, Satomi shows a significant level of physical heterogeneity not found in most pureblooded Japanese people. Her hair is a light chesnut brown, left long and to hang all the way down to her mid-back. She is a tall, spindly figure, with strong legs from her passion in playing football. Her eyes are dark brown, and her skin is slightly tanned. Her facial features show her Portuguese-Brazilian origins, as well as the recent integration of Japanese into her family line.
Biography/background:
Brazilians had established a presence in Japan even before the Moonmen were ever known to exist. In those bygone days, most of the so-called "Dekasegi" (meaning "working away from home" in Japanese) were people of Japanese ethnicity who's ancestors had moved to South America looking for work, and who returned seeking the same opportunities in the land of their ancestors. As the troubles of the Moonmen came upon the world, the usually xenophobic Japan relaxed its immigration policies towards places like Brazil and Latin America among those of the Japanese Diaspora looking to return, only for the restrictions to ethnicity to fall, and finally with large numbers of Brazilians of any ethnicity comming following the rise of the Coalition and the fall of South America.
These People were also known as Dekasegi, a word meaning roughly "Brazilian/South American" in these times. Over time, the Dekasegi lost touch with their old homeland of Brazil, and crafted a new ethnic identity, as things like the Portuguese and Spanish Language slowly gave way in their communities in favor of Japanese, (although Portuguese survives as a sacred language used in Church services or prayers, and the Dekasegi have their own sociolect of Japanese, called Dekasegigo, written in the Latin Alphabet, and containing much vocabulary and lexical structures borrowed from Portuguese) as they also took on Japanese given names, and integrated more Japanese culture into their lives. Dekasegi people are one of the oldest of the Refugee ethnic groups established, however they are among the most discriminated against. Dekasegi were seen as outcasts, the descendants of social failures who could not make it in Japanese society, and would only continue their ancestors' legacies of failure, never making any significant contributions to Japanese society. Dekasegi are seen as expendables who can do the so-called "three K" jobs: Kitsui, Kitanai and Kiken – hard, dirty and dangerous, jobs like cleaning sewage lines and septic tanks, slaughtering animals, processing meats, executions, mortician work, grave diggers; with adults unsurprisingly dying very often in their work, and children often skipping school and falsifying their age for work, and as such, attracting penelties and punishments from the authorities of the Collation when they are figured out; they have gained the reputation of vagrants, hereditary failures, social dropouts, truants, and untrustworthy individuals. Social dissidents who simply refuse to do what they are supposed to, and who run a strain of how often they need to be put down.
Satomi's family originated from a wealthy white Portuguese-Brazilian family from Fortaleza, Brazil. Her ancestors came to Zone Two and settled near Tokyo. At this time, they were known as the Dos Santos family, but over time they became more Japanized, and took on the Japanized Surname Dosantosu.
Satomi was born in the Dekasegi shanty village of Poroto Resute, where she had carved out a living collecting scrap metal and other recyclables for money, and doing odd jobs in larger cities like Tokyo for money. However, few people will trust a Dekasegi to do serious work for them, and so Satomi's family must scrape a living out on a day to day income doing day labor and odd jobs. As well, Satomi falls under the label of Fushūgaku, a repeat truant, due to her need for constant work to support herself. As a result, Satomi is a social outcast, an untouchable on the periphery of society, as is to be expected of one in her position.
Personality:
Satomi is a headstrong, iron-willed young woman. Life in constant poverty and discrimination has done nothing to kill her optimism. However, her stubbornness can get the best of her at times. She's quick to anger, and unafraid to speak her mind. Satomi will stand up to any threats in her way, even if the odds are against her.
Type:
Speed
Special Ability:
Satomi can take on an ethereal form for approximately 5 minutes, allowing her to phase through solid objects, and protecting her from physical attack. This can be used to reach an otherwise unacceptable area, or to escape from an otherwise dangerous situation. However, the strain on her body is great, and Satomi will usually be extremely exhausted after re-materializing, and must rest before she can go further, and must sleep before she can access her ethereal form again. Though it may be hypochondria, she seems to feel that every time she uses her ethereal state, she feels weaker, and seems to get sicker, and injured more often, as if her body is being torn apart with every use.
Skillset:
Satomi is very athletic, with great endurance and strength, though nothing superhuman. As well, she knows how to survive in wild locations, and craft useful items from scrap and junk. As well, Satomi is very agile, and capable of great feats of jumping, climbing and evasion. As well, Satomi is knowledgeable about the less savory parts of Japanese cities and towns.
Equipment:
Satomi wears a necklace with a Catholic Christian Charm, as well as a rosary that she tends to fiddle with when she's anxious or nervous. As well, she carries around a baseball bat for protection, as she is unable to carry a gun as a minor and a Dekasegi. It's usually strapped on her back. |
4,471 | 111 | 17 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Yuuna
Yuuna observed as everything went by, not for one second had her gaze wavered off Nozomi, and as finally they were liberated from the presence of that shady Director, Yuuna sighed. Was it too much to even think they would get the chance to have a simple shower and food before going to be forced back on bed? It has been quite sometime since Yuuna has shown so much emotion at once and this was evident in the way things around her got colder with the passing of time while Yuuna's body was a full degree hotter than it should be generating some manner of discomfort to the white-haired girl.
Once they were set to rest, Yuuna found out that it was impossible to sleep without her music, or the sound of the cold winds blowing by her. The cacophony produced by the other girl's breaths and, worse yet, snores was enough to guarantee that she was going to be awake. Without much to do, Yuuna forced herself to a seating position and began humming some Russian songs in a low enough voice that only those with the best hearing or who were awake would notice her. | The Saint of Winter, Yuuna "Katyusha" Yukino
Age: 17 years | Height: 163 cm | Blood Type: A
Physical Description:
Yuuna is a girl of average build for her age and ethnic group. Her body has been shaped by martial arts practice while she was young, which was only accentuated once her powers began to develop. If nothing else what call for more attention on appearance is Yuuna's pure white hair and icy blue eyes, a side effect of the power she wields and one of the main reasons why Yuuna was named the Saint of Winter over time
When it comes to clothing, usually Yuuna is seen wearing winter garments, like heavy coats and gloves, mostly white in color, with her main distinguishing characteristic being her hat which is a memento from a military unit Yuuna spent some time with and came to consider as a foster family.
Biography/background:
Yuuna was born on Okinawa, and spent the best of her childhood learning the island's traditional martial art, the Okinawan karate as well as Soujustsu, the art of the spear, as a child from a respected martial artists lineage. It wasn't until Yuuna turned eleven and her powers first began to manifest, by an unnatural drop in the island's temperature, that her life would change forever.
After the first harsh encounter with 'them' and the advent of her unique ability, Yuuna began to roam the land as both a penitent soul and a bringer of hope, these days whenever she passes through, people can't help but call her by the name of Saint of Winter for both of these characteristics.
Okinawa fell to the demons mostly thanks to the untimely bloom of Yuuna's freezing powers that seriously hampered the efforts to evacuate the island, leaving only a select few survivors (herself included, since no one knew she was the source of the sudden blizzard that caused so many deaths at that time). After she came to know that whenever she stays at a place for too long the climate of the region shifts into a deep freezing winter, Yuuna began to roam the land and spent most of her days on Hokkaido where more snow and ice was not uncommon, specially on these days where the poles are slowly refreezing.
Not all on the young Limiter's life was tragedy, though, since it was on Hokkaido that Yuuna met her surrogate family. A broken detachment of the Russian armed forces Siberian troops, that had been sent to defend the rear guard, after the mainland fell and fought the beasts using equipment from the age of the Soviet Union. She spent a couple years with them, which earned her both a very good fluency of Russian and knowledge of survival in the harsh conditions she tends to bring with her as well as some human warmth amidst the coldness of her days.
It wouldn't last.
It turns out that the unit she lived in would be ambushed, even amidst the harsh winter conditions, by moonmen that somehow were buried under the earth. The ensuing battle was in truth a slaughter and once more all that was left of Yuuna was to survive alone. After this tragic outcome Yuuna traveled back to Honshu on a relief ship and up to this day she spends her time traversing the countryside and salvaging whatever can be (canned food, bottled water, medicine, batteries, once in a while small luxuries like candies, books and toys) of villages that have been ruined and bringing it to those who would have better use for such supplies without asking anything in return.
There's about no one in Zone 2's countryside that doesn't know of the Saint of Winter's fame, her generosity and her cold, seemingly broken heart incapable of forming deep bonds with anything other than the music she came to love so much and a wolf that follows her whenever she goes.
Personality:
Yuuna is as cold as the winter and snow she takes after, isolating herself behind a barrier of music and rarely ever letting anyone pierce through it. In her travels, after all the losses she suffered, Yuuna gained a deep appreciation of music (the only solace left for her) and almost never she is seen without a music player and headphones. Whoever this cold exterior is a cask needed to keep her powers under control, in truth Yuuna does long for closeness with others, but in opening herself she could bring disaster.
Best summed in the opinion of most who have met her on the countryside, "The Saint of Winter's smile, is beautiful, but painfully sad to gaze at, almost as if she was shedding all her warmth for you and keeping none to herself."
Type:
Speed.
Special Ability:
Yuuna is simply put, walking entropy, a heat sinkhole that steals the energy of the molecules around her, giving the impression that she has freezing powers, when actually what she does is redirect heat from a place to other to, well... freeze things. All that stolen energy can't simply disappear, for one can't simply break the ironclad laws of thermodynamics, so all energy that Yuuna steals ends up being shed deeply to the ground bellow her and to the sky high above by a strong convection force.
That said, Yuuna doesn't have complete control over her powers, and some of it "bleeds out" causing a constant drop in the temperature around her that's too faint to notice at first, unless the place has a complete still atmosphere, but soon enough it piles up and if Yuuna remains in the same place for too long winter will always come. The more unstable her emotional state the more powerful is this uncontrollable effect. Other consequences of a total loss of control might exist, but since Yuuna never has undergone them, there's no way to know what will happen.
As a side effect whenever Yuuna moves away from a frozen zone, life tries to bloom again, just like the Spring that comes after a hard, long Winter. Also, note that because Yuuna steals ones hit by just touching them, her body appears to be extremely hot to touch, when in truth it's yours that is colder, a simple thermometer is enough to prove this.
Skillset:
Aside from her martial arts, Yuuna also is proficient in Russian and can read Cyrillic, has a decent training from the soldiers she lived with, becoming an expert at old Soviet tactics and weaponry. She's specially proficient in sniping, to say the truth. And, apparently she can sing very well (a skill she learned with the one of the soldiers as well), the real problem is convincing her to do so.
Equipment:
An SVD Dragunov sniper rifle and spare ammo that she uses primary for hunting the few edible game that still survives in the open world, survival kits and items she carries from place to place, magnesium lighters (to endure the harsh conditions around her). And, if it can be counted as such, Grisha, an artic wolf hound that once belonged to the soldiers she lived with and that somehow became very attached to Yuuna after both of their losses, he's very intelligent and loyal, but only ever answers to commands spelled in Russian, for obvious reasons. |
4,472 | 111 | 18 | 792 | 4,390 | Dizzy
The ghostly girl's mumbles and mutterings came to an end though she continued to gently rock; the motion, the soft movements, was as close to a comfort as she was likely to get for the foreseeable future. Comfort didn't seem to be in high demand, and that was understandable. Why waste precious resources on comfortable beds or comforting living conditions. For a moment, Dizzy wondered how many girls had used the bed she now called her own before her. How many rocked themselves to sleep. How many of them couldn't sleep. How many would use it after her own death? Would they at least have the decency to clean the sheets or was that a step over the line of too much effort?
As Dizzy rocked on her bed, the rhetorical questions serving as her own sort of inner monologue, she didn't notice the girl approach her until words had been spoken. Words from a voice that wasn't her own. Dizzy caught the name...Satomi...and the casual manner in which she spoke. Of course. There was always that handful that maintained an air of optimism or camaraderie even in the dark times and that Satomi had sought out Dizzy made Dizzy respond in a simple chuckle.
"Chae Da Hee," Dizzy responded, her voice small and her tone heavy, "Dizzy. Dizzy is my name now." She paused before continuing, both searching for the right phrasing to the question poised and to momentarily reflect on her new name. Old memories better left buried. "I hesitated. I had every intention of leaving...living in blissful ignorance and waiting for the end is a better life than most get. But I hesitated. I...I was thinking and missed my chance. I stayed because I had a moment of doubt."
To Dizzy, that was the truth as she saw it. That she stayed by pure accident. But the words she was told continued to linger even now.
"You weren't in the quitter's line, Satomi Dosantosu, were you? You believe that girls like you...Limiters...you believe you can make a difference?" Dizzy was curious. It was rare to hear anyone having any sort of positive thoughts when it came to fighting back. And she was oh so curious as to what made the optimists so damn...optimistic. | Dahee 'Dizzy' Chae
16| 5'3"| B
Physical Description:
Dizzy doesn't cut an imposing figure and to those unaware she doesn't seem to fit into the image of a Limiter. She's quite pale, moreso than usual and has a rather frail appearance; add to that her short stature and it's no surprise why some question if Limiters are a good idea when they take girls such as her. Dizzy doesn't do much to stand out with regards to her appearance, opting for plain, practical attire though with a slight slant towards brighter colors if she can get them; fanciful clothing hardly seems to be a major issue, all things considered. Her hair, which is as black as a starless night sky, is self maintained, leading to uneven bangs and an amateurish cut in general. Speaking of hair, she parts it to the left and is never seen without a bronze hairclip in the shape of a flower that no one seems to know or remember the name of. She isn't sickly, she just looks that way and doesn't seem to understand why people assume otherwise.
Biography/background:
Dizzy was born in Zone 2 in a town that was situated in what was once known as Korea. Hers was not an enjoyable journey from her home to the Coalition protected relative safety of Japan. It started with screams of horror and panic which, to Dizzy's young ears, was not yet the norm. Her town was not as well protected as more defensive areas over in Japan and elsewhere and the town was just another light going dark on the radar. It was both fortunate and a terrible occurrence that the monster that turned her town dark was a small one; but the size didn't seem to matter as it tore through the buildings and bodies as easily as a hotknife through butter.
Dizzy was one of the handful of survivors and hers came at the cost of her brother staying behind in a futile effort to save at least someone. All she could do, given her young age and naive outlook at the time, was to hide along with the survivors and hope, pray, or whatever it took for rescue. The Moonman might still be out there, Dizzy doesn't know. All she knows is the sounds of screaming, the smell of smoke and charred flesh, and the bright light that flashed just before it all went dark.
After the horror that befell her town, she awoke on a military vessel swathed in blankets and huddled with the others who made it out. They had thought they were safe, that they would make it to a more secure Coalition territory unharmed. How naive they were. The boat rocked. The boat was constantly assaulted by the salty spray of the ocean. The boat was set upon by an aquatic abomination that claimed no less than four lives. Dizzy would come to learn that this was just the way of things, this was how it was to survive.
She had never considered fighting back to be an option; to her, the monsters existed only outside of the walls, figments of a past she wanted to forget. But when they came to her educational facility and discovered she had tested positive for something other than mathematics...things changed. She still remembered the sights, the sounds, and the smells of her childhood...only now it seemed that she could do something about it. Or she would wind up like her brother. Either way, it was something.
Personality:
While not exactly a pessimist, Dizzy is hardly one to think that things can get better. Her beliefs almost border on the nihilistic side, though she hasn't quite yet rejected the rules of morality or indeed the rules...but her words certainly don't make matters any easier on others. Despite what her appearance might suggest, she's not soft spoken or withdrawn and she'll say what she means with little regard for tact or subtlety because what's the point in trying to gussy things up. This does make her seem rude to those meeting her for the first time, but in her mind it's just how things are and should be; she believes that they're fighting for a planet and cause that's already dead so there's no point in trying to make lemonade out of the lemons. Part of her does care, it has to, otherwise she would've not even bothered coming this far with the Limiter training, but good luck getting her to admit anything other than the simple fact that everyone is living on borrowed time.
Type:
Support
Special Ability:
Tactical Projection: Dizzy's penchant for numbers and mathematics wasn't an accident. Her Ability makes it so that she can accurately calculate and see trajectories and probabilities in the midst of battle. This in turn allows her to relay tactical information to others and even ensure that her own ranged weaponry can hit a moving target within a certain distance and at a certain speed. Hardly flashy, but hardly useless either. And it allows her to give her own unique brand of...encouragement to her fellow Limiters which is surely wonderful.
Skillset:
Math. Dizzy is especially good at math and calculations. Obviously enhanced when using her ability, but even without she is able to rattle off equations in her head, though the more elaborate ones do require the use of paper and pencil. Marksmanship is another thing she is capable in, which comes in handy seeing as how in battle her attacks come via range. She's not the most accurate all the time but she can calculate bullet drop and trajectory like no one's business.
Equipment:
Dizzy is never without her brass hairclip and frequently touches it when in need of that little extra bit of...something to stay in the heat of battle. |
4,473 | 111 | 19 | 1,011 | 1,386 | Senri Nazumi
As the girl replied to Nazumi in Russian, Nazumi tilted her head, in confusion, before she then apologised for using Russian and told her how she couldn't fully control it. "No worries. You see, I am also..." her words got cut off, as a number of adults appeared. One man, known as 'The Director' spoke to them all. The speech went right over her head, as she didn't really care too much. But not long into the speech, a demonstration was prepared. A girl with green hair named Nozomi had taken to the stage, to fight a moonman.
Seeing the moonman, Nazumi clenched her fist. Controlling herself. With her armaments, it was something she could stop quite easily, from what she has experimented. It appeared as though Nozomi had some difficulties. But not because she was incapable, but because she couldn't fight in her top form. It was an observation Nazumi made, but wasn't quite sure of it. After Nozomi had defeated the moonman using coins as her weapon, the director spoke again. It was time to make a choice, stay and fight, or leave and live. It was quite simple for Nazumi really. She really had nothing left, although she was alive, and she appreciates it, she considers that her life should of ended that day. The life she has now, was something given to her, and for that, she will use it to give back.
As the crowd of other girls left, Nazumi approached the front, where a number of other girls went. She turned to see the green haired girl, clenching her shaking hands. Fear? Or is it the rebound? Or is it something else... Nazumi wondered. She called the side effects of ability usage "rebound". She wasn't sure if there was an official name for it or not.
At the front, the girl she had spoken to, the one with white hair, had asked the director about Nozomi, her capabilities. Nozomi had answered her back. It looked like the two weren't going to be able to get along. Maybe even a rivalry could occur. But that was only Nazumi's point of view. Once the time limit elapsed, it was time for bed it seemed. There was no food, no shower, just bed. And that was a really bad time for Nazumi, since they took all of her equipment.
Nazumi sat on her bed. She had been optimistic, but it seemed the any of the other girls she attempted to speak to almost avoided her. It was odd, but it must of been because of her limbs. Maybe they thought that Nazumi was "special" because she was able to keep what they assumed to be gloves and boots or armor of sorts. It wasn't like that though. She sighed a little, but smiled to herself again. She could still appreciate these limbs she was given/made. Without them, she wouldn't be able to do anything.
As she was caught in her own thoughts she could still hear some people talking. Among the voices, she could hear humming. She looked around, only to spot the white haired girl. Nazumi approached her, and spoke softly, "That's a nice song. I haven't heard it before." She waited for a moment for her to reply, if she decided to. "I'm not sure if you caught my name earlier, but I'm Senri Nazumi, and you are?" Nazumi waited for a name, before continuing. "So about earlier, my ability also keeps leaking. It's something I can't help with. Ha ha ha... She gives a dry laugh to try to lighten the conversation, before an arc, zapping the bed's metal frame, occurs. It isn't a trivial distance of a normal static shock."Um... kind of like that ... Lots of electrons and such." She says, before pausing and letting the white haired girl speak, if she chooses to. Afterwards, Nazumi speaks again, "Um... so, you see, I'd like to ask for a small favor if you wouldn't mind." Nazumi finally reached the point of talking to her, putting her hands together, in a begging motion. | I N S T R U C T I O N S:
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Everyone has a history. I want a good idea of where they are coming from and where they are going.
Personality:
The character's outlook on life, how they tick and how they operate
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Would your character be classified as a Attack, Speed or Support type?
Special Ability:
Besides' their enhanced speed, strength and durability each Limiter has an ability unique to themselves but to use such an ability is a great cost indeed.
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4,474 | 111 | 20 | 832 | 3,726 | It had been a long day for Etsuko. Swept out of her home with nary a minute to comfort her terrified sister, stuck in armored vehicles with a bunch of kids who seemed terrified out of their wits by what had just happened, taken to a facility whose exterior looked like that of Babel, lined up and put through several examinations, stripped of her belongings, taken to get some rest, shuttled off to a very visible demonstration, and then returned to get more sleep afterwards. It had been quite the day, with a hodgepodge of characters, some feel, some awe, and quite a bit of uncertainty.
Honestly though, she was fine with it. She had wanted to join the military, to avenge her father and to fight for the survival of humanity against the Moonmen. If being here meant that she could do what had been done in that demonstration, then so much the better. Her father would have been proud to see where she was now, and what she would become.
If there was only one regret that she had, it was her sister. With what the Director had said, she could barely imagine how that would impact her sister, the devastation and anguish that Miyako would feel if she found out that something had happened to her, and that they were separated forever. She understood the necessity, but that didn't make it any easier for her, and it wouldn't make it easier for her sister, who couldn't know the truth.
Sitting on her bed, a smile graced her lips as she imagined Miyako's face, the good memories that they had together sweeping through her mind as she relaxed in her standard issue uniform, which she wore with a comfort that some people didn't seem like they shared. "Don't worry sis," she said to herself in an almost wistful tone. "I'll be back for you." It might take years, and untold suffering, but she would come back for Miyako, that much she swore.
It seemed that the people around her were already getting to know each other, which came as no real surprise. They were in the same boat now. They were supposed to be sleeping, of course, but she wasn't worried about that. She could work on little sleep, so she'd get to it when she felt like it. For now, she simply did her best to get a read on the room and the various people in her class. This was goin to be interesting. | Etsuko Komatsu
Ag: 15 | Height: 5'5" | Blood Type: B
Physical Description:
Etsuko has long black hair which she wears in a single ponytail down the back. She tends towards the fairer side of skin, but still has a healthy tan which may be hidden depending on the lighting at the time. She isn't overly muscular, but has a build satisfactory for what she will need to do in the military, at least by her reckoning. She tends to wear her school uniform, but when not doing so she tends to wear light colored skirts and long sleeved shirts.
Biography/background:
Etsuko was born and raised in the nation of Japan, a lifesaver given that it is one of the remaining areas of Zone 2 to be left standing against the monster assault. The eldest of two siblings, Etsuko was always taken by the tales of how the world used to be before the Coalition, and before the war. She had a fairly lonely childhood, with her father serving in the military and her mother working in a factory, yet she didn't hold it against them, and at the same time she and her sister grew very close.
In school she did fairly well, not standing out yet still relatively high up as far as things were. She was looking forward to a good future, wherever the bureaucracy ended up putting her. And that was what she was looking forward to as she grew up.
Then one day that changed. Her father was a part of the combat operations in Korea during the evacuations there, the last stand by Coalition forces in Zone 2 to keep that territory from falling. While their objective was successful, his position was overrun, leaving him Missing, Presumed Lost. The news shattered her, and she isolated herself for weeks, not talking to people, simply trying to cope with what had happened.
Yet slowly she built herself back up, born of a newfound determination and resolve to be strong for her sister, who was worse off than her. But beyond that, there was also the desire to fight just as her father had fought, and to beat these Moonmen. So she turned herself to that goal, attempting to do everything in her power to ensure that she got in the military when the time came. It was during that time that her Limiter abilities ere discovered as part of routine testing, and she was pulled into an area where her skills could be better used.
Personality:
Etsuko likes to think that she is a fairly down to earth person, a realist with a sprinkling of optimism. She firmly believes that Humanity will overcome the monsters they fight, and that the Coalition will help them do that. She is firmly loyal to those that she respects, though she can be dismissive of those she doesn't. Has a deep seated respect for people in positions of authority, and will tend to go along with what they say. Can have something of a temper, but overall she is everything that a superior could want. Also fiercely protective of her younger sister.
Type:
Speed
Special Ability:
Flash Clones - Etsuko has the ability to create independently acting clones of herself, which are identical to her physical state at the time of their creation, and mimic her moves and actions. While she can create more than one, the more clones she creates the shorter they last, and the less punishment they can take before vanishing. They can do some damage, but are better used as distractions, due to not having the force or energy of the original. Naturally there are side effects, but she sees this ability as worth it regardless.
Skillset:
Etsuko is good at dealing with siblings and psychological issues. She's also had standard schooling, and likes to think that she is decently good at general housework and maintenance of simple machines and engines. She tends a bit towards jack of all trades, and doesn't really like to show off about all that she can do.
Equipment:
In terms of equipment, Etsuko has her Coalition issued gear, as well as a small medallion that her father gave her during his last vacation before he went missing. She believes that it gives her good luck. Other than that, most of her stuff is back at home, as a reminder of what she will be returning to. |
4,475 | 111 | 21 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Reika Kuroke~
If Reika was offended by Nozomi’s blunt manner of speech, she didn’t show it. Instead she merely nodded, as if confirming what she seemed to have pieced together all along. Nobody who lived like this had to have a peaceful lifestyle. It was yet more insurance that all of them would be facing nothing but more pain. At least they would suffer together.
“I’m not expected to die? I…wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Reika said, eyes flicking away as she instinctively clenched her arm. Still, the other girl’s smile did give her slight encouragement and she appreciated the gesture. The pale girl gave Nozomi a look, as if to ask for permission, before she took a seat and sat beside her.
“White Hair #2? Odd…my name’s Kuroke Reika. And I wasn’t worried. Merely curious. You seemed to handle yourself just fine despite the grievous amounts of pain you must be going through right now. As for me, I’m not as luxurious as some of the girls here today.”
Yes, Reika had chosen to remain for a number of reasons. But perhaps the biggest was the possibility and hope that these researchers would be able to…fix her. Regardless of some grand purpose she was supposed to be fulfilling in serving her country, she’d rather die than continue living with her power.
“As for your second question….I don’t have one. A family I mean. I lost everything a while ago so I’ve been alone with my thoughts and my…special traits for some time,” Reika said with a matter of fact tone. | ~Reika Kuroke~
Age: 17 years | Height: 171 cm | Blood Type: B
Physical Description:
A girl with pale white hair, eyes, and complexion. Her short stoutness is nothing to concern herself with as she’s quite accepting of her stature as a whole. It is suggested that she was a much more vibrant person before the development of her powers but she’ll neither deny nor confirm these claims.
Biography:
What little Reika can remember of her past is nothing but a waking nightmare. She can recall that she once lived in a small town that convinced itself that the five year peace put in place would last forever. So determined were they to believe in these delusional lies that, like their ancestors before them, they were unable to detect the attack of the Moonmen until it was much too late.
Reika clearly remembers an average day at school turned twisted with screams and the sound of consumption echoing all around her…before a soothing blackness overtook her. When she woke up, the corpses of those she used to know along with some of the Moonmen surrounded her on all sides.
Naturally the Coalition arrived and brought her in. As the only survivor of her town, it was only obvious that they question the young girl, running various tests in an attempt to discover how she, an ordinary youth, had survived such a massacre. It was only through these tests that the first discovery of Reika’s powers were realized.
Personality:
Outside of personal life, Reika is a powerful public figure and maintains that image rightly so in the presence of her peers. As someone that speaks only when needed, it’s quite obvious that she possess excellent public speaking skills and an ability to run entire operations to their course. As such, she’s often been called crazy not speaking her mind more often then she should.
Though closer inspection would reveal the façade Reika puts on for the people around her. Dig a little deeper, and one would find a girl brimming with apathy for others and has a tendency to wander alone. She’s not depressed and she’s not anti-social, but she does prefer to not be in the center of bustling activity.
Work as Limiter and her own real lack of caring have taken away many chances to actively integrate with those among herself, and she will often politely decline gatherings and parties hosted by other members of gathered Limiter group. But if, by chance, she does form a rare bond with another, then she will do all things in her power to keep said bond and never let it sever.
Type:
Attack
Special Ability:
Reika can summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to work better against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Reika’s most powerful ability. That being said, the cold girl tries to use such an effective power against the Moonmen sparingly due to its…unpleasant drawbacks inflicted on both her mind and body.
Skillset:
Reika excels in public speaking skills along with rallying up others with motivation and pitting them together for a common cause. It’s shame that she rarely puts this skill to good work, not caring enough for anyone else to be motivated herself.
Equipment:
Reika is often seen carrying around a small first-aid kit on hand at all times. It’s uncertain why she possesses this, though it might have something to do with her powers. |
4,476 | 112 | 0 | 2,048 | 1,547 | The gray dust that coats the earth in the Kindergarten blew upward slightly. The gray clouds overhead caused the looming cliffs to blend with them to create an illusion that the land looped up all the way around the area. Holes of various sizes and shapes dotted the cliffsides, only adding to the ominous atmosphere. About halfway up the cliff face, a cave sat with a single blue gem inside it. The gem sat exteremely still, just an ordinary looking disk-shaped crystal. In the distance, footsteps echoed and the sound of somebody monologuing. The words were distorted by the echoes of multiple corridor-like ruts that made up the walking space in the Kindergarten. The gem in the cave began to shake slightly, as though it was curious. Beginning to hover, the gem created a bright white light around itself, which slowly began to shape into a humanoid form. The light began to fade from the area to reveal a seemingly human shape with blue hair and pale blue skin. A large blue hood was pulled over her head, her clothes blue and white with a blue cape trailing behind her. This was Topaz.
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Topaz jumped down from the cliff, bendin her knees on impact to break her fall. In the distance, she heard the monologuing begin to fade as though somebody decended into a cave of some sort. Alone now, Topaz half considered retreating into her cave for another 5000 years. Something told her that the war was over now, and judging by the once moving machines that planted the gems in the ground, Homeworld had lost. The bleak cliffs on either side of Topaz felt like they were sliding inward on her the more she dwelled on that disgusting event. Regardless, she couldn't bring herself to blame either side of the war, nor could she dislike either side. Something inside her felt conflicted, but she didn't have to worry about that now. Now she had to decide what to do with herself. She turned toward where she had heard the voice come from, then turned away toward the other end of the gorge. | Name:
Topaz
Appearance:
Gem:
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Gem Location:
Left Shoulder
Emotional Strength:
Forgiveness
Emotional Weakness:
Impulsive, Naive
Weapon:
Topaz's weapon is a bow that materializes in her hands on command instead of being pulled from her gem. The bow is thin at the hand hold and then widens only to create sharp points that recede back in to the bow's starting side. This pattern repeats three times on either side. The bow can be shot either straight up and down or horizontally and will automatically bubble any gems who are reforming near where its arrows hit. Topaz has an infinite supply of arrows.
Personality:
Topaz is very naive and trusting to almost everybody she meets. She loves to sleep when she gets a chance and can be generally lazy. She generally prefers to avoid combat unless provoked. She easily gives up any type of grudge she has with somebody and she can be forgetful, further contributing to her forgiveness. Beside the fact that she is forgiving, she can be merciless in a fight and wont think things through 100% before doing them.
Other: Topaz was a failed attempt to create a Sapphire, she discovered this when she first formed after the Sapphire that joins with Ruby to form Garnet ran away. Discouraged by this, she ran back into her hole and retreated into her gem. Occasionally she will have a small glimpse of the future, but these can be extremely unreliable and random. |
4,477 | 112 | 1 | 464 | 1,183 | The hole in the earth was dark and silent, so very silent, until the small, smooth cabochon quivered and tapped against its stone surroundings. The gemstone, which had been completely still for so many centuries, continued its strange activity for several more seconds, looking somewhat like a little red egg that was finally ready to hatch. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped, filling the cliff cavity with light.
The hole was so small that the humanoid shape sprouting from the gem broke some of the surrounding rock just by forming. The fracture calved off a large segment of wall from a cliffside, which crashed noisily onto the ground below and flooded the cave with daylight. Carnelian squeaked with fright and covered her face as if to shield her eyes from the sudden onslaught of sunshine.
It was so quiet... except for very soft footsteps down below. The gem brushed the dust off of herself and peeked down out of the hole. There was someone there, bigger than she was, clad in blue. No one else. She shuffled back from the entrance of her cave and then slowly, slowly, poked her head out again. The stranger was still there, and there was still no one else in sight in this horrible, eerie, dusty, abandoned-looking place. She let her eyes wander along the holes that dotted the cliffsides. Maybe there was someone just like her in one of them.
Casting one last glance down at the gem at the bottom of the cliff, she called out: "Anybody home?" | Name: Moonstone
Appearance:
Her gemstone, a smooth, teardrop shape moonstone, is locating in the center of her chest.
Gem: Moonstone
Gem Location: Center of her chest
Emotional Strength: Love for others, no matter who they are
Emotional Weakness: Loneliness
Weapon: A sleek scythe
Personality: Moonstone is very caring to anyone or anything, no matter what they are, human or gem. She is quite friendly and sometimes playful towards others, liking to shape shift at times. Moonstone tries to solve quarrels and loves to bring others together through peace, but if need be she will fight. She is not much of a warrior but of a diplomat or a caretaker. It is very hard to make Moonstone angry, but if someone does, they can depend that her wrath will be harsh and cruel. Since she is not much of a fighter, her abilities are much more suited for the diamond courts, which makes her quite lonely.
Other: Her favorite form to shift into is an Earth cat. She has minor control over water (Like she can create at most small walls, not nearly as great as Lapiz Lazuli) |
4,478 | 112 | 2 | 1,921 | 728 | Loud footsteps echoed throughout the Kindergarten, someone exploring the quiet stone area, filled with curiosity. A tall female-looking humanoid creature colored green, red, and black was searching its surroundings. Bloodstone was her name. She has come to the hole-filled Kindergarten for adventure, and to see if any other gemstones have been here or recently formed. So far the place seemed abandoned, the gem searching very carefully for any signs of a gem or a new hole. So far she was unlucky.
"Are you serious? This place isn't exciting at all! I want some adventure or something to spar or even fight with," she talked to herself with disappointment, not knowing that her voice echoed throughout the area, just like her footsteps. Bloodstone continued to walk around the rocky environment, wanting to give very badly, until a mountain-side came to view. It was slightly brighter in this area so she had to cover her eyes while looking around, then noticed a mountainside with two colors that stood out: light blue and red-orange.
The gem quickly hid behind a nearby rock then stared at the colorful beings with stars in her eyes, and a smirk plastered onto her face. Not far from where the two stood were holes, almost the exact same size. Should I go up to them or stay here? If I go up right away they might be hostile. If not, they'll start asking me questions on why I'm here and why I don't look newly formed. If I stay behind this rock they might find me and think I was stalking them, or think I'm from this area. If they think I'm stalking them, they could go back to that question path or hostile path. If they think I'm from this area, which I don't even remember if I am, they might think I'm one of them! Bloodstone thought, different pathways rushing through her mind, making her body tremble lightly. | Name:
Bloodstone
Appearance:
Bloodstone is an extremely tall gem, standing at about six feet five inches. Her skin is a light green and her braided hair is the same color of red as the red on her gem with the tips being black. When in a braid her hair goes down to her hips, and when out of the braid it goes down to the back of her knees. Her eye color is completely black, but they rarely show due to her bangs usually covering them. Her clothes and shoes are designed for quick movements, either for running or jumping around, or fighting in a battle.
Gem:
The gem is a shiny, teardrop-shaped bloodstone, dark green with very few blood-red colored specks.
Gem Location:
The bloodstone is located on the palm of her right hand, her strongest hand, to immediately start sparring/fighting.
Emotional Strength:
Bloodstone is quite caring towards others for fighter like herself. Fighting to protect somebody usually makes her react and hit harder.
Emotional Weakness:
Unfortunately she's quite cautious and doesn't trust people easily, hardly ever taking the offer of someone helping her unless she truly needs it, or could take it in a "quid pro quo" type of way.
Weapon:
Bloodstone's weapon is a long, slightly curved katana with the handle having a dark green wrapping around it.
Personality:
Depending on somebody's first impression with Bloodstone, she'll either be calm and silent or protective of herself. When someone manages to make her talk, Bloodstone will ask multiple questions to make sure the species isn't a threat, usually being very specific with the details. It's a rare chance for her to give someone the title of her "friend" (look at emotional weakness on why), but she can give someone the title of an "ally". Also, due to her cautiousness, she would overlook situations and think about different pathways as if trying to "predict the future". She doesn't mind eating in her normal gem form, mostly for the taste of food, but when shifting - almost always turning into an animal - Bloodstone will eat whatever the animal eats and drinks for "fun".
Other:
This gem is an earth type, but doesn't easily get along with water gems even though they "mix".
If Bloodstone is calm and concentrating enough, she could control certain forms of "earth" (sand, dirt, etc.) by waving her katana in a certain motion. It's quite painful to try doing this, but it's like a backup way to attack opponents.
Her black eyes represent her blurred vision. She can still see colors, objects near and far, etc. but the outlines are slightly blurred to her. |
4,479 | 112 | 3 | 318 | 3,274 | - | Name:Azurite
appearance:Azurite stands 2-3 inches taller than pearl,her white hair is in a mess but never gets in her eyes, she wears an indigo cloak flies in the wind, and she typically wears the hood, azurites eyes are in the shape of blue slits, her cloak doesn't bare either a diamond or a star her skin is also a shade of light blue
gem:her gem is in the shape of a triangle and is a deep shade purple
gem location:right palm
emotional strength:azurite isn't easily angered
emotional weakness:however, when she is, she loses that calm she had
weapon:axe-a purple axe with a white blade, summoned by means of forming in azurites hands
personality:Azurite is a shy and silent gem, she feels that she doesn't belong with other gems because she doesn't know what she is, she is typically a very calm gem but still can get angry, she can often be found alone and away from every one else as she enjoys the peace and quiet of solitude,azurite has a hard time making friends but treats any with respect
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4,480 | 112 | 4 | 2,400 | 2,978 | A small, teardrop-shaped stone lay silently on the dusty ground. The gem laid there, no visible cracks on it. It seemed just to sit there, glistening with whatever light came upon it. Suddenly, the stone began to glow and shimmer. It began to float up and a body of light began to form around it. After a few seconds, a tall, slender woman stood in the gem's place. The woman had almost porcelain white skin, along with long white hair that fell almost to the ground. The closer to the ground, the bluer her hair got. She wore a flowing, form-fitting dress with a golden sash. Her eyes were as bright and blue as her dress. And in the center of her chest, laid the gem that was alone before.
Moonstone blinked a few times and stretched. It had been years since she was in this form. She couldn't remember how long. Looking around, she could tell she was in a kindergarten. Places like this always gave her chills. | Name: Fire Onyx
Appearance: Fire Onyx is a very sleek Gem with dull Red skin. She stands roughly 5'8'' tall and doesn't have much mass at all, looking very similar to your run-of-the-mill pearl in terms of her proportions. Fire Onyx wears a dark grey plain shirt with both of the sleeves looking as if they've been ripped off, and a pair of matching pants that look equally ragged with tears running up and down the sides of each leg. Her hair is short and black, hanging just above her ears in a messy style as if it's been poorly maintained. Her facial features are very slim, including her eyes, which look like two diagonal slits, and her mouth, which is pointed upwards toward her small, button nose.
Gem: Fire Onyx in the shape of a small pentagon.
Gem Location: in the center of her tongue.
Emotional Strength: Confidence
Emotional Weakness: Depression
Weapon: A long-barreled rifle that she uses to fire small projectiles at different speeds which explode on her command.
Personality: Fire Onyx doesn't speak very often, preferring to use sign language as her method of communication, sign language that she's very bad at mind you. Most become very well adapted to understanding exactly what she's trying to say rather quickly, though. At any rate, Fire Onyx is a very bold and often acts as if she's in charge of whatever she can. Needless to say, this comes off as very rude more often than not, but she doesn't care either way. Instead, she'll put down others for being offended by her 'superior leadership skills' and/or advanced capabilities. When she talks, albeit very rarely, Fire onyx usually sounds very angry, which is often just a side effect of her gem being placed smack dab in the middle of her tongue. Thanks to her arrogant disposition, she is very bad at bonding with others, which often lands her in a state of prolonged sadness.
Other: |
4,481 | 112 | 5 | 318 | 3,274 | w-where am I? azurite got to her feet and looked around, all she could see were canyon walls and small indentations every few centemeters from the ground up. At her feet lay scattered remains of broken gem shards that were dull in color, she decided to walk around and get her bearings. soon after, she came to a large area with two large machines, they were derelict and falling apart, and in their transparent heads were what appeared to be more gems, but they to were dull and some were even unnaturally grey.
A little ways away she spotted someone else, she was tall and wore blue and gold clothing, her hair almost reached the ground and became more blue the further down, azurite wondered if she should approach, but hesitated. | Name:Azurite
appearance:Azurite stands 2-3 inches taller than pearl,her white hair is in a mess but never gets in her eyes, she wears an indigo cloak flies in the wind, and she typically wears the hood, azurites eyes are in the shape of blue slits, her cloak doesn't bare either a diamond or a star her skin is also a shade of light blue
gem:her gem is in the shape of a triangle and is a deep shade purple
gem location:right palm
emotional strength:azurite isn't easily angered
emotional weakness:however, when she is, she loses that calm she had
weapon:axe-a purple axe with a white blade, summoned by means of forming in azurites hands
personality:Azurite is a shy and silent gem, she feels that she doesn't belong with other gems because she doesn't know what she is, she is typically a very calm gem but still can get angry, she can often be found alone and away from every one else as she enjoys the peace and quiet of solitude,azurite has a hard time making friends but treats any with respect
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4,482 | 112 | 6 | 318 | 3,274 | Moonstone turned and noticed and rather purple looking gem. She looked as out of place as she was in this dark and dull environment. Moonstone smiled at the gem and waved slightly to her. She calmly walked over. "Hello. Did you just reform also?" The milky blue gem asked. In truth, she did not know which side this gem was on, but she did not see any markings on her to indicate so. | Name:Azurite
appearance:Azurite stands 2-3 inches taller than pearl,her white hair is in a mess but never gets in her eyes, she wears an indigo cloak flies in the wind, and she typically wears the hood, azurites eyes are in the shape of blue slits, her cloak doesn't bare either a diamond or a star her skin is also a shade of light blue
gem:her gem is in the shape of a triangle and is a deep shade purple
gem location:right palm
emotional strength:azurite isn't easily angered
emotional weakness:however, when she is, she loses that calm she had
weapon:axe-a purple axe with a white blade, summoned by means of forming in azurites hands
personality:Azurite is a shy and silent gem, she feels that she doesn't belong with other gems because she doesn't know what she is, she is typically a very calm gem but still can get angry, she can often be found alone and away from every one else as she enjoys the peace and quiet of solitude,azurite has a hard time making friends but treats any with respect
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4,483 | 112 | 7 | 2,673 | 206 | Aquamarine's gem rumbled while she reformed, her gem stuck in the ground, coated with soot and dust. As she formed, she had outerwear not too different from a stage performer trying to awkwardly represent a princess from a more medieval time. She had the long dress, and surprisingly under it a less formal wear, shorts and a tank top with a heptagram on it, colored in black and blue.
Aquamarine stretched and wore a smile on her face, "That took it out of me, geez." she decided to see if she could still summon her rapier. She reached down and pulled her rapier from her gem, examining the blade she spoke. "Nice to know you're still around." she threw it around in her hands a bit, just to get a feel for it, she had been reforming for quite a while. Aqua started to walk around a bit, and examine the Kindergarden.
The Gorge seemed to grow as she walked through. She kept her hand ready to grab her rapier to protect herself from any dangers. Aqua examined the machines, it had seemed the Homeworld had failed. Aqua giggled to herself, she had an affiliation with the Rebellion, but it wasn't exactly fighting. She was more of a calmer to the troops, Aqua's mere presence had made the room just seem tranquil.
Aqua had managed to stumble over her dress tons of times by now, she got annoyed with how overdressed she was, so she just kind of threw it off and it disappeared into a puff of smoke. Aqua looked just up forward of her, she saw a hooded figure. She waved, and called out to them.
"Hello!" Even though it might be a hostile, she was not one to judge on appearance. | Name:
Aquamarine (more commonly called Aqua)
Gem: Aquamarine
Gem Location: Right calf.
Emotional Strength: Level-headed.
Emotional Weakness: Her level-headedness can cause her to be somewhat aloof at times.
Weapon: A rapier with her gemstone replacing the pommel.
Personality: Aqua can laugh something off or maybe they can pin you to the wall with a wink and a clever comeback.
She wears the world lightly. There's such heaviness in the world these days. Such seriousness, and people seem to think the only antidote is to speak or act in a way that has no substance. That's the disappointment. So when you see someone with wit, with grace, it's a breath of fresh air.
Other: Due to her graceful, calming nature, to fuse she dances in a russian ballet style. (really just look up videos of that damn they are awesome.) |
4,484 | 112 | 8 | 1,921 | 728 | Bloodstone saw and heard more gems opening around her, and sometimes even rocks crashing on top of each other to the ground. She heard faint noises of the gems talking, unlike her, who was still hiding behind a large rock a few yards away from all the other gems. A quiet grunt came from her, realizing how many gems she might have to deal with. Bloodstone whipped her right hand sharply, her katana pulling out quite quickly into her hands.
If there's multiple gemstones here then it'll be easier to find me. If they see me with this weapon while watching, they might take me as a stalker, or protecting myself after just reforming, or even something else! I should seriously get on higher ground, she thought while quickly backing up to the slanted rock behind her and rushing backwards to the top. Bloodstone hoped she couldn't be seen at this point, being more in the sun so they would least likely look up at her. She dropped to the ground and onto her stomach anyway, hiding most of her katana below her so it didn't shine in the brightness and give her spot away. | Name:
Bloodstone
Appearance:
Bloodstone is an extremely tall gem, standing at about six feet five inches. Her skin is a light green and her braided hair is the same color of red as the red on her gem with the tips being black. When in a braid her hair goes down to her hips, and when out of the braid it goes down to the back of her knees. Her eye color is completely black, but they rarely show due to her bangs usually covering them. Her clothes and shoes are designed for quick movements, either for running or jumping around, or fighting in a battle.
Gem:
The gem is a shiny, teardrop-shaped bloodstone, dark green with very few blood-red colored specks.
Gem Location:
The bloodstone is located on the palm of her right hand, her strongest hand, to immediately start sparring/fighting.
Emotional Strength:
Bloodstone is quite caring towards others for fighter like herself. Fighting to protect somebody usually makes her react and hit harder.
Emotional Weakness:
Unfortunately she's quite cautious and doesn't trust people easily, hardly ever taking the offer of someone helping her unless she truly needs it, or could take it in a "quid pro quo" type of way.
Weapon:
Bloodstone's weapon is a long, slightly curved katana with the handle having a dark green wrapping around it.
Personality:
Depending on somebody's first impression with Bloodstone, she'll either be calm and silent or protective of herself. When someone manages to make her talk, Bloodstone will ask multiple questions to make sure the species isn't a threat, usually being very specific with the details. It's a rare chance for her to give someone the title of her "friend" (look at emotional weakness on why), but she can give someone the title of an "ally". Also, due to her cautiousness, she would overlook situations and think about different pathways as if trying to "predict the future". She doesn't mind eating in her normal gem form, mostly for the taste of food, but when shifting - almost always turning into an animal - Bloodstone will eat whatever the animal eats and drinks for "fun".
Other:
This gem is an earth type, but doesn't easily get along with water gems even though they "mix".
If Bloodstone is calm and concentrating enough, she could control certain forms of "earth" (sand, dirt, etc.) by waving her katana in a certain motion. It's quite painful to try doing this, but it's like a backup way to attack opponents.
Her black eyes represent her blurred vision. She can still see colors, objects near and far, etc. but the outlines are slightly blurred to her. |
4,485 | 112 | 9 | 318 | 3,274 | Azurite had no idea what the say, she wasn't very good at talking to others"u-um" she took a step back, azurite was not sure if this gem was on the side of evil, good or no side at all."h-hi"azurite was nervewracked, no words came to mind as to what she should say to this stranger. | Name:Azurite
appearance:Azurite stands 2-3 inches taller than pearl,her white hair is in a mess but never gets in her eyes, she wears an indigo cloak flies in the wind, and she typically wears the hood, azurites eyes are in the shape of blue slits, her cloak doesn't bare either a diamond or a star her skin is also a shade of light blue
gem:her gem is in the shape of a triangle and is a deep shade purple
gem location:right palm
emotional strength:azurite isn't easily angered
emotional weakness:however, when she is, she loses that calm she had
weapon:axe-a purple axe with a white blade, summoned by means of forming in azurites hands
personality:Azurite is a shy and silent gem, she feels that she doesn't belong with other gems because she doesn't know what she is, she is typically a very calm gem but still can get angry, she can often be found alone and away from every one else as she enjoys the peace and quiet of solitude,azurite has a hard time making friends but treats any with respect
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4,486 | 112 | 10 | 2,048 | 1,547 | From behind Topaz came a small voice, asking if anybody was here. Topaz turned and saw the new hole that had formed around a reddish figure who stood about halfway up the cliff. "Hey, I didn't think other Gems would stick around past the war." Suddenly she noticed another Gem nearby. It was a tall red-headed Gem running along the top edge of the cliff. She called out to the other gem, “You do know you’re not THAT sneaky, right?” In the distance she heard a loud crash like one of the machines had toppled, then a huge cloud of dust rose into the air. “You must be from Homeworld! Did you bring others?” Topaz yelled at the red and green gem. A green dot began to emerge from behind a cliff in the distance and a loud voice echoed “CLODS!” as it ascended into the sky. Topaz summoned her bow and pointed it at the Green dot then at the red and green gem. “Why are you and your…. friend,” she gestured toward the dot, “Here?” | Name:
Topaz
Appearance:
Gem:
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Gem Location:
Left Shoulder
Emotional Strength:
Forgiveness
Emotional Weakness:
Impulsive, Naive
Weapon:
Topaz's weapon is a bow that materializes in her hands on command instead of being pulled from her gem. The bow is thin at the hand hold and then widens only to create sharp points that recede back in to the bow's starting side. This pattern repeats three times on either side. The bow can be shot either straight up and down or horizontally and will automatically bubble any gems who are reforming near where its arrows hit. Topaz has an infinite supply of arrows.
Personality:
Topaz is very naive and trusting to almost everybody she meets. She loves to sleep when she gets a chance and can be generally lazy. She generally prefers to avoid combat unless provoked. She easily gives up any type of grudge she has with somebody and she can be forgetful, further contributing to her forgiveness. Beside the fact that she is forgiving, she can be merciless in a fight and wont think things through 100% before doing them.
Other: Topaz was a failed attempt to create a Sapphire, she discovered this when she first formed after the Sapphire that joins with Ruby to form Garnet ran away. Discouraged by this, she ran back into her hole and retreated into her gem. Occasionally she will have a small glimpse of the future, but these can be extremely unreliable and random. |
4,487 | 112 | 11 | 1,921 | 728 | An shiver ran up Bloodstone's spine. Not from being spot so easily, but from the anger that was forming for being called a Homeworld gem. She knew she wasn't a Homeworld gem; she just doesn't remember where she was originally from. She got up, gripping her katana tightly. "Did you just call me a Homeworld gem, you blue-faced brat! I don't know what... that is," she quickly waved her weapon backwards towards the green dot in the distance, "and I'm only looking around the area! Don't jump to conclusions! I mean seriously, I'm most likely from around here, too!" The gem was definitely angry now, breathing heavily as if she was about to start a fight in a matter of seconds. She didn't, not yet anyway, but stayed in a fighting stance with her katana angled towards the ground. | Name:
Bloodstone
Appearance:
Bloodstone is an extremely tall gem, standing at about six feet five inches. Her skin is a light green and her braided hair is the same color of red as the red on her gem with the tips being black. When in a braid her hair goes down to her hips, and when out of the braid it goes down to the back of her knees. Her eye color is completely black, but they rarely show due to her bangs usually covering them. Her clothes and shoes are designed for quick movements, either for running or jumping around, or fighting in a battle.
Gem:
The gem is a shiny, teardrop-shaped bloodstone, dark green with very few blood-red colored specks.
Gem Location:
The bloodstone is located on the palm of her right hand, her strongest hand, to immediately start sparring/fighting.
Emotional Strength:
Bloodstone is quite caring towards others for fighter like herself. Fighting to protect somebody usually makes her react and hit harder.
Emotional Weakness:
Unfortunately she's quite cautious and doesn't trust people easily, hardly ever taking the offer of someone helping her unless she truly needs it, or could take it in a "quid pro quo" type of way.
Weapon:
Bloodstone's weapon is a long, slightly curved katana with the handle having a dark green wrapping around it.
Personality:
Depending on somebody's first impression with Bloodstone, she'll either be calm and silent or protective of herself. When someone manages to make her talk, Bloodstone will ask multiple questions to make sure the species isn't a threat, usually being very specific with the details. It's a rare chance for her to give someone the title of her "friend" (look at emotional weakness on why), but she can give someone the title of an "ally". Also, due to her cautiousness, she would overlook situations and think about different pathways as if trying to "predict the future". She doesn't mind eating in her normal gem form, mostly for the taste of food, but when shifting - almost always turning into an animal - Bloodstone will eat whatever the animal eats and drinks for "fun".
Other:
This gem is an earth type, but doesn't easily get along with water gems even though they "mix".
If Bloodstone is calm and concentrating enough, she could control certain forms of "earth" (sand, dirt, etc.) by waving her katana in a certain motion. It's quite painful to try doing this, but it's like a backup way to attack opponents.
Her black eyes represent her blurred vision. She can still see colors, objects near and far, etc. but the outlines are slightly blurred to her. |
4,488 | 112 | 12 | 2,422 | 1,600 | The gripping darkness of the tiny hole surrounded the brilliant cut grey and black gem... though it wasn't as quiet as howlite would have like. There was a large flash of black light that radiated from the stone before the the shape of a hand formed followed by the rest of a distinctively female body. "Ahhhh, that's better" she said to herself and tried to stretch but immediately hit the ceiling of her tiny cave, she felt around before tapping an area that felt the thinnest. "Now to get out of here" Howlite said as she winded her fist back and through it at the wall causing it to crumble down the cliff.
Judging by the sounds of the rocks falling Howlite judged that she was pretty high up somewhere and prepared to jump. She launched off the ledge and began to fall, the ground began to get closer and closer but just before she landed Howlite's gem began to glow the same black light as before and a grey gripped handle expanded from it. Howlite grabbed the handle and when the end was finally free the last thing to a materialize was the heavy blade which was quickly embedded into the wall of the canyon and slowed her decent.
What Howlite saw when she was on the ground was obviously not what she had thought was happening when she had heard voices from her hole up above. "Are these really all the gems from the kindergarten?" she asked herself out loud as she planted her blade into the ground and scratched her head. | "I will fight for the place where I'm free, to live together and exist as me"
Appearance:
Gem:
Gem Location:
back of her right hand
Emotional Strength:
Her sense of pride in herself and in her allies
Emotional Weakness:
Fear of disappointing others
Weapon:
One-sided battle axe in the photo that when she pulls it out of her gem the head of the axe is the last thing that forms after the handle and grip.
Personality:
Howlite is a bit of a hot-headed gem made for battle. She hates to loose an ally, a friend, or a fight and she takes it as a big toll on her mind when it happens. She loves to spar and train either by herself or with others but preferes to do it with others just to keep them in top shape or so she thinks, Howlites were made to basically be a skirmish gem that would overpower the enemy but this also means that they are very strong and also very prideful. Howlite is not a very patient gem but she will follow those that she respects to a T, but not without question.
Other:
She is ambidextrous |
4,489 | 112 | 13 | 464 | 1,183 | She'd been noticed and it was really no use at all to keep hiding. Carnelian let out a soft whimper, intimidated by the rapid influx of gems she didn't know. Of course, there was nothing she could do to avoid them. In fact, she was so freshly-made that it probably was not a very good idea to set out on her own: she hardly knew anything about...well, anything. So instead of continuing to hide in the deep crevice in which she'd just formed, she hopped out.
Only then did the height scare her. She scrambled around, groping blindly for rock to hold onto, feeling something prickly poking at her forearms as if it needed to be let out. The sensation was so brief that, when she pulled herself into the dark hole of a gem long-gone that was just a few feet off the ground, she'd already almost forgotten it. It was at that point that Bloodstone, a quite-intimidating looking gem (as most were), raised her voice at Topaz.
Carnelian felt colder at the sight of the katana. She jumped the rest of the way to the ground and stood as tall as she could... which still put her at practically dwarf status.
"Don't fight!"
As if her voice had any authority. Ha. | Name: Moonstone
Appearance:
Her gemstone, a smooth, teardrop shape moonstone, is locating in the center of her chest.
Gem: Moonstone
Gem Location: Center of her chest
Emotional Strength: Love for others, no matter who they are
Emotional Weakness: Loneliness
Weapon: A sleek scythe
Personality: Moonstone is very caring to anyone or anything, no matter what they are, human or gem. She is quite friendly and sometimes playful towards others, liking to shape shift at times. Moonstone tries to solve quarrels and loves to bring others together through peace, but if need be she will fight. She is not much of a warrior but of a diplomat or a caretaker. It is very hard to make Moonstone angry, but if someone does, they can depend that her wrath will be harsh and cruel. Since she is not much of a fighter, her abilities are much more suited for the diamond courts, which makes her quite lonely.
Other: Her favorite form to shift into is an Earth cat. She has minor control over water (Like she can create at most small walls, not nearly as great as Lapiz Lazuli) |
4,490 | 112 | 14 | 2,048 | 1,547 | Topaz looked up at the red and green gem then down at the smaller red gem who protested at the fight. Something told her that she was right. She released her bow, causing it to glimmer out of existence. Returning her gaze to the red and green gem she began to open her mouth to say something, then closed it and thought for a second, then said, “I’m not even going to ask. Why don’t you come down and tell us who you are. Then we can start over.” She almost questioned her decision but remembered the nearby place they could stay while the odd gem told her story. She beckoned to all the other gems in the immediate vicinity and began to walk toward the end of the canyon opposite where the green dot had come from. | Name:
Topaz
Appearance:
Gem:
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Gem Location:
Left Shoulder
Emotional Strength:
Forgiveness
Emotional Weakness:
Impulsive, Naive
Weapon:
Topaz's weapon is a bow that materializes in her hands on command instead of being pulled from her gem. The bow is thin at the hand hold and then widens only to create sharp points that recede back in to the bow's starting side. This pattern repeats three times on either side. The bow can be shot either straight up and down or horizontally and will automatically bubble any gems who are reforming near where its arrows hit. Topaz has an infinite supply of arrows.
Personality:
Topaz is very naive and trusting to almost everybody she meets. She loves to sleep when she gets a chance and can be generally lazy. She generally prefers to avoid combat unless provoked. She easily gives up any type of grudge she has with somebody and she can be forgetful, further contributing to her forgiveness. Beside the fact that she is forgiving, she can be merciless in a fight and wont think things through 100% before doing them.
Other: Topaz was a failed attempt to create a Sapphire, she discovered this when she first formed after the Sapphire that joins with Ruby to form Garnet ran away. Discouraged by this, she ran back into her hole and retreated into her gem. Occasionally she will have a small glimpse of the future, but these can be extremely unreliable and random. |
4,491 | 112 | 15 | 1,921 | 728 | Bloodstone gave the smaller gem a deathly glare. When the blue gem made her weapon disappear as if on command by the smaller gem and tried to communicate with her, she only rolled her eyes and dropped down to the rock. Her katana was neatly across her crossed legs, keeping it there for a few more moments. The gem wasn't going to go down there, and wasn't going to talk right away either. She waved her gem hand towards her, signalling the gems to come up to her or let her stay where she is. After about three hand movements Bloodstone put her hand onto her katana, the weapon disappearing like it was being sucked into the gem.
If I stay up here they might choose to come up to speak to me directly. If they come up I might have to summon my weapon again, but they possibly would take that as an aggressive move. If I don't summon my weapon right away, they might take that as an advantage to try attacking me! They seem peaceful, or at least, so far anyway. If they stay down there, that blue gem might try secretly shooting me using their bow and arrow! What do I do now?! the red and green gem thought, her head starting to pound slightly as the thoughts rushed through her mind again. Bloodstone shook those ideas away quickly before looking back down towards the gems. | Name:
Bloodstone
Appearance:
Bloodstone is an extremely tall gem, standing at about six feet five inches. Her skin is a light green and her braided hair is the same color of red as the red on her gem with the tips being black. When in a braid her hair goes down to her hips, and when out of the braid it goes down to the back of her knees. Her eye color is completely black, but they rarely show due to her bangs usually covering them. Her clothes and shoes are designed for quick movements, either for running or jumping around, or fighting in a battle.
Gem:
The gem is a shiny, teardrop-shaped bloodstone, dark green with very few blood-red colored specks.
Gem Location:
The bloodstone is located on the palm of her right hand, her strongest hand, to immediately start sparring/fighting.
Emotional Strength:
Bloodstone is quite caring towards others for fighter like herself. Fighting to protect somebody usually makes her react and hit harder.
Emotional Weakness:
Unfortunately she's quite cautious and doesn't trust people easily, hardly ever taking the offer of someone helping her unless she truly needs it, or could take it in a "quid pro quo" type of way.
Weapon:
Bloodstone's weapon is a long, slightly curved katana with the handle having a dark green wrapping around it.
Personality:
Depending on somebody's first impression with Bloodstone, she'll either be calm and silent or protective of herself. When someone manages to make her talk, Bloodstone will ask multiple questions to make sure the species isn't a threat, usually being very specific with the details. It's a rare chance for her to give someone the title of her "friend" (look at emotional weakness on why), but she can give someone the title of an "ally". Also, due to her cautiousness, she would overlook situations and think about different pathways as if trying to "predict the future". She doesn't mind eating in her normal gem form, mostly for the taste of food, but when shifting - almost always turning into an animal - Bloodstone will eat whatever the animal eats and drinks for "fun".
Other:
This gem is an earth type, but doesn't easily get along with water gems even though they "mix".
If Bloodstone is calm and concentrating enough, she could control certain forms of "earth" (sand, dirt, etc.) by waving her katana in a certain motion. It's quite painful to try doing this, but it's like a backup way to attack opponents.
Her black eyes represent her blurred vision. She can still see colors, objects near and far, etc. but the outlines are slightly blurred to her. |
4,492 | 113 | 0 | 1,154 | 1,165 | The night was cold, and crisp in the Colorado mountains. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but the thick trees made the stars barely visible. The small and friendly town of Brooksfield sat right in the middle. The town had the essentials. It had electricity, a grocery store, a sheriff's department, a bar, and cabins where the citizens live. There was only one road that let people enter and leave the town. The streets were completely deserted, the only lights coming from lamp posts, or windows of the late nighters watching the last of their shows, or reading. The sounds of nature filled the night... and the sound of glass breaking.
Harry's Storage, the local grocery store, seemed normal, except that the window was shattered. In the pitch darkness were sounds of gnawing, and grunts of relief and pleasure. Deep in the darkness was a man in the meat aisle, empty trays of what used to hold raw meat, and in the corner was the figure of a young man wearing a flannel, and jeans, feasting on the meat. The creature laughed a bit, loving the taste of the blood and raw steak, but then stopped, then snapping his head to see behind him.
Standing at the end of the aisle was a tall, strong shouldered man wearing a leather trench coat, boots, jeans, and an old cowboy hat. In his hand was an axe, "Evenin', sir.... I believe the sign said that this place is closed for tonight.... and you have to pay before eating the merchandise." The man in the hat said, completely calm. The other man's face was covered in blood, with dark pits for eyes, and his response was a soul shivering screech, his whole face turning white, long, and fangs that would cut diamonds. He then inhaled and snarled. "You reek of the death of my kind.... You must be a Ford..." The used-to-be man said.
The man known as Benjamin Ford gave a nod. "You can either come quietly, or we can settle this the not so easy way." Benjamin Ford said simply, staring down the creature. The vampire laughed. "You are old... Almost near the age of your curse. I am stronger, faster, and immortal! You cannot defeat me!" It laughed. This man was clearly a new comer. The vampire leaped up and charged at Ben faster than a person could blink, but Ben just as quickly side stepped, and moved his axe, a large howl came from the creature of darkness as he crashed in to an aisle the monster was clearly shocked, touching the spot where thick, black blood came out of a large cut across its chest. It screeched again, and charged.
Benjamin was expecting that. He pulled a small object out of his pocket, and struck it against a shelf. The object was a flare that when struck against any dry surface, produced a blinding light, much brighter than the sun itself. Ben looked away, closing his eyes. The vampire screamed in agony, crashing in to another aisle, clawing at its eyes. The light soon died out, and Ben walked over to the body that was still screaming in pain. The vampire looked up at Ben with the little sight he had, with a face of complete terror. Benjamin raised his axe, and the vampire screamed one last time.
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"Take the body out near the cemetery, and tell Harry that a mountain lion wandered in, hungry from all the hunters taking their prey." Benjamin said to a fellow Protector, the town's vampire hunters. The origin of their town became more of a legend, fiction more than fact... And it was best that the people didn't know the truth. "Yes, Sheriff." The woman said, walking off with two others. The red and blue lights shone. Benjamin Ford wasn't only the leader of the Protectors, but also the County's Sheriff.
Jason Hunt walked up to Ben, staring at the scene. "Sorry I'm late... How bad's the damage?" Jason asked, putting his hand in his deputy coat pockets, shivering a bit from the cold. "ah, a few cartons of meat, bent aisle shelves, and crushed goods, nothing too serious... I'll stop by and give him some money tomorrow.... and you can ask if you can help clean up tomorrow." Ford said with a smile, and Jason sighed. "You got it, Sheriff... You should get some sleep. You look exhausted. We can take it from here" Ben was about to protest, but Jason held up his hand. "You have first shift tomorrow morning anyway. Plus you're supposed to meet Constance tomorrow for breakfast. You two haven't spent time with each other for a while."
Benjamin sighed. He loved his daughter more than anything. Ever since she decided to stay with him when her mother left, he made sure that nothing bad would ever happen to her... but her being a Ford Ben has always had a feeling she's been up to something. "I'll make sure everything is going in order first, then I'll head home..." Ford said, patting Jason on the back. | Name: Jason Hunt
Age: 26
Appearance:
Faction:Protector
Job: owner of the local bar
Bio: Like the Ford's, the Hunt family has been hunting vampires ever since the town was founded. My father, Jeremy Hunt, was Benjamin's second in command, they were very close friends and went through some tough times. I never knew my mom, although my father always told me she was an amazing woman. I spent most of my days at the bar called The Devil's Pass, sitting quietly watching cartoons on the bar television while my dad worked, and when my dad went away with Ben for "important business" i had to stay in my room upstairs and lock the doors for the whole night... As i grew in to a teenager I was now a part time owner of the Pass, mostly serving the drinks, and beating the shit out of drunks who were messing with others just enjoying themselves...
When i turned 20, My father told me about the vampires, and protectors, and as if i didn't already respect Benjamin Ford enough, i was struck with awe at him now. And before i knew it i went in to training as an apprentice under my dad. He taught me everything i needed to know, like how ti fight one, how ti kill one, how to spot one, you name it.
It was only a few months ago that a vampire outbreak happened. A little girl ran in to the forest and didn't return. My father and Ben went out to find them, leaving me at the bar. Eager to help, i ran after them... I hid and watched as Ben flew in to a tree with the girl in his arms, and my father was on the ground, with a vampire sinking his fangs in to his neck. I rushed out, screaming in rage.
I took Ben's axe, and sliced off the head of the vampire. That's when i had to shoot my dad. "You have to do it, Jay.... You're next in the Hunt line.... I'm so proud of the man you have become... i love you..." Are the last words he said before i had to pull the trigger.... Ever since then i have now been learning from Ben about the Protectors, running the bar, and praying that i dont wake up due to that nightmare...
Personality: Quiet, humble, and more of a strong and silent type. Has a wide sense of humor. When working at the bar, or protectors i respect people who respect me, and kick the shit out of people who don't. With close friends and "family" i am sweet, nice guy who would do anything for them... Still has a very strong hate for vampires who live in the forest
Family/Relationships?: My father died, but Benjamin Ford is like a father figure to me now.
Weapon(s) : carries his father's weapon, an old silver tomahawk that has been in the family for generations
Other: Has a strong dislike of any sort of alcohol from working at the bar, it turns even the best people into the worst. |
4,493 | 113 | 1 | 2,035 | 3,885 | With Johann Sebastian Bach's Air on the G String playing softly and eloquently in the background through her BOSE iPod speaker dock, the red-haired woman sighed deeply peeling back the curtains draped over her living room window with one hand and glancing outward into the thick obsidian shadows of another cold and lonesome night in the wilds of Colorado, a night where most women of her age...well..most "human" women...would be flocking to the local bar, most usually dressed in a provocative manner, tops cut enough to show more than a generous portion of cleavage and skirts so short....Rebecca could barely consider them skirts. Yes, a night such as this would be so full of debauchery, of drinking and running wild for that last youthful fling before old age sets in, but the more refined woman decided this night...she would rather stay home and continue work on her latest manuscript. After all in this business, creativity and monotonous hours spent at a computer or a notebook were her bread and butter so to speak. A chalice of imported Italian Pinot Grigio was carefully held between her dainty fingers, gently rose to her subtle lips for a sip. Sweet was the wine, but not overbearing to spoil the pallet, and just enough of a bite at the end to satisfy the woman's taste. Releasing the satin drapery from her frail hand, the dhamphir moved to her study, where upon an oak-wood desk sat her laptop and a few scraps of paper pulled from a journal, scribblings here and there of her next plot, the screen hazing white within the dimness of the small room, and bookshelves wall to wall containing masterpieces of written text from nearly every inch of the globe, Shakespeare's classics, the spine tingling but intriguing works of H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe, and much..much more that comprised her literary collection.
Hmm...now where did I put that? Setting down her wine at the desk, her hand went to the far right of a shelf as she pondered where she last left off in one of her many reading choices. Just the night before, she had completed her read-through of "Shadow Over Insmouth" and had begun what would be her fifth book for another night alone in her secluded cottage, a classic of Greek drama, Sophocles' "Antigone," but as her fingers skimmed over the thick leather spines, aged with the passing of time from its original date of composition, she soon paused, not upon "Antigone". No....this was another piece of old literature, published in 1872 and written by Sheridan Le Fanu. Carmilla... Rebecca recited the title to herself in silence. A great read it was, but...the subject matter was a bit of a sting for her, same could be said for the work of Bram Stoker. "Hmph....despite only being half, I still can't help but feel a bit....offended." She mused to herself, her hand again on the search for her preferred choice, but soon, she heard a commotion from outside. Even amidst the melody of Bach, the rancorous wail of police sirens rang clear through her living room and into the study, where upon the noise had caught Rebecca's ear and pulled her back to the window.
It was a most familiar of sights that welcomed her hauntingly as flashes of reds and blues skimmed across her front yard and illuminated the blackness surrounding her flower garden and her vehicle left in the driveway. There had been another attack...another reason for the woman...to worry. Damn them.... Thanks to these assholes, it won't be long before they have a lynch mob coming after me. But only if they discovered her half-blooded heritage. Still, with the increasing threat of vampirism lurking about Brooksfield...it would only be a matter of time before thoughts of racism and genocide set in. Giving another bothersome exhale of air, Rebecca released the curtains again. Now...where exactly did she set "Antigone"? | Name: Rebecca Valentine
Age: 30
Faction: Civilian (Despite being a Dhamphir)
Job: Novelist
Bio: Raised in an orphanage by nuns in New Mexico, Rebecca grew up never knowing her parents, only being told by the Sisters who presided over the orphanage that her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and a passing motorist discovered her infant body still alive. Since childhood, she believed what the nuns had told her, yet Rebecca couldn't help but think she was different from all the other children. She would grow sick to her stomach after eating anything that had garlic in it and the sight of any holy relics or religious paraphernalia gave her splitting, torturous headaches. Also....she began to develop an insatiable thirst for blood, first cutting herself with a razor and feasting on her own, then trapping wild rabbits in the playground to sustain her appetite. Some began to wonder if Rebecca was evil or if she was possessed by Satan. This soon led to the church who ran the orphanage to exile Rebecca when she was only sixteen.
After being removed from the orphanage, she lived on the streets for years, mostly doing odd jobs to keep herself afloat as she drifted from town to town, before finding what seemed to be a house that once belonged to her deceased parents in Brooksfield, Colorado. Walking inside, she discovered something in the fireplace...a diary, or what was left of it. All that she could piece together from a few burnt scraps of the diary was that her father was a vampire and her mother was human. Likewise, learning this revelation put her at odds with herself, wondering if she even belonged with the humans, despite sharing their blood, and wondering how the humans may react when they discover she too is a bloodsucking creature from Hell. Still, it didn't stop her from intermingling with them after she finally settled down and took her family's house as her own.
Since she was a teenager, writing was always a joy of hers, and through it she found a substantial career as a novelist, mostly penning Psychological Thrillers and Horror novels, but she has written a few Romances. Her bestselling book so far is The Maddening of Grimlock Sanitarium about a group of kids who spend the night in an abandoned mental hospital doing drugs and telling scary stories to each other, but throughout the night it seems their stories are coming to life. The magic behind it is you can't tell if what they're seeing is real or if its a hallucination. For years, Rebecca's lived in her family's small house, staving her incurable blood-lust by living off blood packets she "purchases" from the local hospital.
Personality: Charming and elegant, a very Renaissance attitude, she could charm you with just a few simple words. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem.
Family/Relationships: Both Rebecca's mother and father are deceased, having died from unknown causes. No other relatives are known to her either. She is currently single and she is bisexual, having more of a lean towards women than men.
Weapons: She has a collection of antique Medieval and Japanese swords, but they are only for display purposes. For whenever she has to defend herself from any attackers, she keeps a Glock 19 in the nightstand by her bed with two magazines and carries a can of mace in her purse whenever she goes out. |
4,494 | 113 | 2 | 2,626 | 165 | Bending over a microscope for hours on end would tire anyone out, but not Naomi. If her vision didn't turn blurry, she would've been content looking at cells under a microscope for days, forgetting all her basic necessities in the process. Even now, she could feel her stomach rumbling and her bloodshot eyes screaming in protest, her brain begging her to rest for a bit, but Naomi persevered. How could she rest when she still hadn't found the answer to her questions? How could she rest knowing that her father's murderer was still out there, feasting on another unsuspecting human?
Finding the cure to vampirisim had become Naomi's obsession, only second to taking revenge on the vampire that killed her father. There was a time when she tried to run away from vampires, but now they were all she thought about. During the night, she would be out hunting for them, while during the day she would work on reversing their curse. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept.
When her eyes filled with moisture for the fifth time in protest, Naomi finally looked away from her microscope, closing her eyes to let them rest for a bit. She could feel herself drifting off and jerked awake immediately, glancing towards the clock on the wall. It was late. Perfect timing for hunting.
Shrugging off her white lab coat, she looked around the room to find her crossbow. She had turned her parents' basement into her personal lab, and being a messy worker, it looked like a whirlwind had passed through the room - papers littered everywhere, test-tubes in every nook and cranny, and the pungent smell of various chemicals hung in the air. Her mother had only come down to the basement once since Naomi had moved here and had never dared step her foot inside again.
Finally recovering her weapon from under a desk, Naomi made her way out of the house, careful not to make too much noise to wake her mother up. She attached her crossbow to her arm and shrugged on a loose full-sleeved jacket over herself to hide it. She knew there wouldn't be many people out at this hour, but precautions had to be taken in case she came upon a civilian. Explaining why she had a deadly weapon attached to her wrist would be quite difficult even with the town Sheriff on your side.
The crisp night air made her stay alert as Naomi walked down the streets of Brooksfield, wondering if she would have any encounters tonight. | Name: Naomi Aldrin
Age: 27
Faction: Protector
Job: Scientist
Bio: Naomi comes from a long line of Protectors. Almost everyone in her family has been fighting against vampires since Brooksfield was founded. She was taught to fight from a young age, and had already killed her first vampire at the age of thirteen. However, Naomi was disinterested in the 'family business'. When she turned 18, she left Brooksfield and moved to the city to study genetics at a well-known college. She kept in contact with her family for a while, occasionally visiting them during the holidays, but over the years, she began to delve deeper and deeper into her research and eventually, the visits stopped.
It wasn't until her mother showed up on her doorstep years later that Naomi was reminded of her past once more... Her father had been killed by a vampire.
Naomi thus returned to Brooksfield with the intent of taking revenge on her father's murderer. With her mother already being a retired member of the Protectors, and her own combat skills not forgotten, she joined the faction quite easily to aid her in her task. Alongside fighting vampires, she is currently using her research on genetics to find a cure for vampirism.
Personality: Naomi takes time warming up to strangers, but once she does, it's hard to stop her talking, though she will also lend an ear to anyone who needs it. She is rather scatter-brained and forgets everything even if it is important. She is energetic and rather impatient with most things, leading her to taking rash decisions. She can be very emotional, but does not like showing that side of her to anyone unless she is close to them. Though she appears tough, she is actually very caring towards others.
Family/Relationships?: Naomi was an only child and all that is left of the Alrdin family are her and her mother now. She'd had a boyfriend during highschool, but lost contact with him after she left Brooksfield, and during her time in the city, she hadn't had any long-lasting relationships. Having returned to Brooksfield after nine years, she recognizes some old faces, but her relationship with them is quite aloof and her fellow Protectors are still getting to know her.
Weapon(s): Naomi's weapon of choice is a mechanical crossbow that fits easily on her arm. This is loaded with darts containing liquid silver. |
4,495 | 113 | 3 | 309 | 452 | J.D. raced through the back Colorado woods, wearing a thick leather jacket and helmet he didn't bother looking down at his speed as he rode his black and red GSX-R 1000 l through the mountain roads. For most people it was to cold to consider riding a bike, and while chilling he didn't feel all that cold. He never really did get to cold all that often as he leaned over, taking a corner his bike was at a 50 degree angle and his knee was almost scrapping the pavement as he made that wide turn. He looked down once he was out of the turn shifting down and hitting the throttle as his RPMs shot up and so did his speed, he finally looked down for a minute, 205 it read as he up shifted as the sound of that bike echoed through the mountains gaining speed and he looked down 218 this time as he smiled. He loved that new power commander he got, as he was a quick streak of tail lights to any by standers. He had to move over into the oncoming lane and lean hard for the next turn slowing down a bit to make it before sown shifting and hitting the throttle as he came out of it.
He loved these late night rides, the windy roads of the mountains always giving him a rush as he loved the wind blowing through his hair. He smiled passing houses and as soon he was in the town as he sped through the streets, though he started to slow down before leaning hard into a turn looking over he flew past Naomi's house as even at those speeds he spotted her as he brought and arm down waving before hitting the break and turning down in a corner as blue and red lights drove past the street up a head. He slowed down now as he turned down and road through the town before pulling up on the side walk in front of the grocery store window as he stopped his bike and flipped his kick stand down looking at the windows. He raised his visor and got off his bike before pulling his helmet off and setting it on the seat. He rested his hand on the hilt of his silver sword on his belt walking in through a window.
He looked as the body was being rolled out before spotting Ford and Hunt talking and he walked up to the pair. "You haven't keeled over yet old man?" he said to ford joking with him as he normally did. He joined the two looking around "The nights already starting off exciting I see...I just left Weston's farm, two of them were sneaking about but attacked as soon as I approached. They seemed new, and not from here considering they thought just cause I'm human I would make a nice me" | Name: Jase "J.D." Dean
Age: 28
6'2
Faction: Protector
Job: Local mechanic/tattoo artist
Bio: Like most protectors, J.D. comes from a family of them, and was trained nearly his entire life. Fathers teaching sons, as his family was one of the best, they always seemed to be the fittest, strongest and fastest of he protectors. Something they chalked up to intense training and hunting being in there blood. Though he wasn't trained by his father, seeing as he died when he was young and he has little memories of the man. Growing up though, he was the town rebel with out a cause. Despite his knowledge of the towns deeper secrets he wanted nothing to do with it, slacking off during training, Getting in trouble, causing a ruckus in the name of fun, and otherwise causing mischief. Becasue of this he grew very familiar with the local police force, as well as the inside of a jail cell he spent many nights there there, he even went so far as to carve into the wall of one saying "J.D.'s cell, do no enter" stating that it was reserved for him.
The only thing he liked doing was working on cars/bikes, as well as getting tattoos, and learning how to tattoo as well, some of his tattoos his own work. The only thing he liked more then working on cars and bikes though, was driving them. Obeying all road laws of course. So of course when he got older he fixed up the old mechanic shop, put a tattoo parlor on top, where he also lives. Many people though he would grow out of his rebellious nature but he never did, getting into bar fights for fun, and often stirring up trouble.
Though everything changed when he was 25, a rogue vampire attacked his mother and killed her. That was the turning point in his life, and while he was cleaning out his family home he went into a fit of rage, throwing things around and destroying everything. And during this he found his fathers sword, a silver blade that he lifted up. He was trained to use it, his mother teaching him swordsmen ship. He approached Benjamin, saying he wanted to join the hunt for the rogue vampire as he held his father's sword and agreed to join the protectors. Though that night didn't go as he planed, his anger and brashness almost got him killed, and if it wasn't for Benjamin he probably would of died. Ever since that night he looked up to the older man as a sot of father figure, seeing as he never had one. He did learn something from that night, Up until now he had simply been acting like a child, even joining the proctors was something he did in a fit of rage and not really a full grown adult decision. But he decided to make the most of it, he focused all of his anger into training, learning how to use his fathers sword, shoot a gun, and fight. He already knew how to do these things, even slacking during training he picked them up. But now he honed those skills.
Personality: He is clam, that rowdiness of his youth behind him and he has learned to keep his anger in check. Being a bet reserved he still likes to go out and have fun, spending most of his day working at the garage or training he likes to go to the local bar to let off steam, sit around and talk with people laughing the night away. He even still gets in trouble every once in awhile, but more the playful kind. He holds some hatred for vampires, but for the most part he sees hating them as a whole the same as hating all humans for your average run of the mill murderer. He after along well enough with that vampire at the coffee shop across the street from his garage.
Family/Relationships?: Benjamin, He looks up to the man as his only real father figure in his life: Jason hunt, Spending a lot of time at the bar he feels a friendship to the owner and fellow protector.
Weapon(s) : Silver Katana, and two M1911 with silver bullets.
Other: His family has always been strong, fast, have good instinct and canines just love them. They never seem to get sick as J.D. him self doesn't ever remember getting sick. No one in his family has died for sickness that he knows of, most of them seemed to get killed, or live to an old age but still healthy as a horse as the ageing processes seems to take less of a toll on them. They mostly just chalked it up to good genes, but the truth is his family is long line of were wolves. The curse only rises once someone kills an innocent person, be it on purpose or on accident and many people haven't seen or heard of a werewolf in a very long time, mostly due to the fact that both vampires and humans hunted them to near extinction as the night of a full moon was something they both feared as for that one night werewolves would rise up and hunt down human and vampire a like as they were the mostly deadly predator out there. (as of now he doesn't change at all due to never having killed an innocent) |
4,496 | 113 | 4 | 2,035 | 3,885 | As she skimmed through the pages of her book, eyeing the printed text with intrigue, the half-vampire woman sighed and reclined with a stifled yawn across her leather sofa, a hand softly reaching to rub the back of her neck, once tight and tense with some form of apprehension after witnessing those few law enforcement vehicles pass her house with sirens blazing and alight with emergency signals here and there, but slowly the muscles in her neck loosened from their fearful stiffness and relaxed, just as every other muscle in the woman's body was following suit and another yawn, this one deeper, escaped her lips. Her eyes were growing heavy by the minute, and she was finding it quite difficult to even focus on her reading, rather choosing now to shut the book gently and set it aside on her coffee table. "I'll continue it tomorrow..." She mused sleepily as midnight's fatigue now set upon her. With such eyes burdened by the encroaching hour of sleep, she looked to the grandfather clock of her living room. 2:36 it said, 2:36 AM. "My....how late it is." For as much as Rebecca stayed awake all through the dark and lonely hours of this cold, dreary night, she would've assumed she was already a full-blooded vampire. "I should be getting to bed soon...perhaps I'll go into town tomorrow for a spot of breakfast and a nice cup of coffee." Gradually standing to her feet from the comfy and inviting sofa, the woman slowly ambled her way to her bedroom.
Already her hands were to the buttons of her white blouse, fingering them and unfastening the buttons from their holds, letting the silky smooth fabric slip from her arms and carelessly onto her bedroom floor, along with her black pencil skirt she shirked from her beautifully curved legs, same for her sheer pantyhose she gradually slipped off before she was just left in her underwear, later donning her night attire, a burgundy red silk negligee with thin, loose spaghetti straps haphazardly slipping about her slender shoulders as she peeled back the covers of her bed and slipped underneath the layers of cotton and wool, already her body tingling pleasantly at the warmth of her much awaited bed. A mix of a sigh and a yawn permeated her lips yet again, showing her satisfaction at this comfort with her head nestled into her pillow and her eyes gently closing....but tonight....was not the peaceful night she would assume of it. For suddenly-
*CRASH!!!!*
She darted upwards immediately with a deep gasp of fright at the abrupt and startling noise, her hand violently clasping over her rapidly undulating heart in her chest. W-what was that? It sounded as if the commotion had come from her living room. Trembling, practically shivering with absolute dread, she wondered if it were the window, the large bay window in her living room. Something must've been thrown through it, a rock maybe or...someone's broken into her home... A harsh gulp of air inwards to her quivering lungs, the woman rose hesitantly from her bed, pulling open the drawer on her nightstand and grabbing the small 9mm pistol she kept there...for reasons such as this. Her hands fumbled a bit as she tried to regain composure over them, loading in a full magazine to the gun and pulling back the slide, already following procedures that were taught during the Concealed Handgun Class she had taken earlier in the year. With no one else to come to her aid here....why couldn't Rebecca just protect herself. M-maybe I...I won't have to shoot anyone. Her mind raced as she held the pistol within her shaking fingers, having to grasp it tight against her perspiring palms. Maybe...they've already gone away....I'll just have to file a home invasion...and a theft. She hoped to God above...if God even still loved a damned soul such as she...that whoever was in her house...they were long gone with whatever they came to pillage from her humble abode...
Quietly as the timid mouse she was in this most harrowing of situations, she crept down the hallway, the Glock in her clutches pointed straight ahead of her as she rounded the corner and tiptoed into the living room. "H-hello?" She whispered. Rasp was her voice as her whole body trembled, nerves frazzled with such ill dread racking them ever so. "I...I-I have a gun...so...you best leave now before I..." And how weak her threats were to her unknown assailants. She was even unable to deliver them with a thick voice of authority, but...she was a civilian in distress, she was no cop. Apprehensive of her surroundings, her eyes scanned back and forth the vacant living room. Everything seemed fine...at first... For as she skimmed over to the window, her assumptions were dead right. "Oh...oh my God...." The bay window was shattered, completely in shards upon the hardwood floor below, nothing left but the round, elliptical frame that once housed the ornately frosted glass. Terror, absolute horror jolted through her spine and all through her nerve endings. Hastily she glanced straight to the floor, at least in search of what destroyed her living room window, but there was nothing...no rocks...no other objects resting amongst the shimmering crystals of broken glass. Now she was certain with fear someone has broken into her home, and....she didn't have the strength in her to confront them.
Setting down her gun, she instantly crossed the living room to the end table next to her couch, quickly snatching up her cellphone with her fingers to those three numbered buttons. "Hello, I need the police. I...I've had a break in. Can you...can you please send someone quickly. I...I think they're still...here....." | Name: Rebecca Valentine
Age: 30
Faction: Civilian (Despite being a Dhamphir)
Job: Novelist
Bio: Raised in an orphanage by nuns in New Mexico, Rebecca grew up never knowing her parents, only being told by the Sisters who presided over the orphanage that her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and a passing motorist discovered her infant body still alive. Since childhood, she believed what the nuns had told her, yet Rebecca couldn't help but think she was different from all the other children. She would grow sick to her stomach after eating anything that had garlic in it and the sight of any holy relics or religious paraphernalia gave her splitting, torturous headaches. Also....she began to develop an insatiable thirst for blood, first cutting herself with a razor and feasting on her own, then trapping wild rabbits in the playground to sustain her appetite. Some began to wonder if Rebecca was evil or if she was possessed by Satan. This soon led to the church who ran the orphanage to exile Rebecca when she was only sixteen.
After being removed from the orphanage, she lived on the streets for years, mostly doing odd jobs to keep herself afloat as she drifted from town to town, before finding what seemed to be a house that once belonged to her deceased parents in Brooksfield, Colorado. Walking inside, she discovered something in the fireplace...a diary, or what was left of it. All that she could piece together from a few burnt scraps of the diary was that her father was a vampire and her mother was human. Likewise, learning this revelation put her at odds with herself, wondering if she even belonged with the humans, despite sharing their blood, and wondering how the humans may react when they discover she too is a bloodsucking creature from Hell. Still, it didn't stop her from intermingling with them after she finally settled down and took her family's house as her own.
Since she was a teenager, writing was always a joy of hers, and through it she found a substantial career as a novelist, mostly penning Psychological Thrillers and Horror novels, but she has written a few Romances. Her bestselling book so far is The Maddening of Grimlock Sanitarium about a group of kids who spend the night in an abandoned mental hospital doing drugs and telling scary stories to each other, but throughout the night it seems their stories are coming to life. The magic behind it is you can't tell if what they're seeing is real or if its a hallucination. For years, Rebecca's lived in her family's small house, staving her incurable blood-lust by living off blood packets she "purchases" from the local hospital.
Personality: Charming and elegant, a very Renaissance attitude, she could charm you with just a few simple words. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem.
Family/Relationships: Both Rebecca's mother and father are deceased, having died from unknown causes. No other relatives are known to her either. She is currently single and she is bisexual, having more of a lean towards women than men.
Weapons: She has a collection of antique Medieval and Japanese swords, but they are only for display purposes. For whenever she has to defend herself from any attackers, she keeps a Glock 19 in the nightstand by her bed with two magazines and carries a can of mace in her purse whenever she goes out. |
4,497 | 113 | 5 | 1,154 | 1,165 | Benjamin was watching the officers clear out the grocery store, a cleanup crew going in to take out the black blood that the vampire produced. Every Protector was a part of the police department here, only because their group worked as much. They didn't go off on their own killing, and hunting. They all had shifts, but of course if there were some accident they were put on the clock... And as for their duties, Ben made it very clear that vampires were to have a chance whether to give in, or die. He heard the loud roar of a motorcycle engine, knowing exactly who that was... And it was confirmed when he saw Jase Dean walk up to Jason and him. He gave a small laugh at his comment on his old age. Both Jason and Jase were like sons to him. When their parents died it was hard for him. They were both great friends, but sadly, the cost of being a protector was very high... Ben took them and taught them the last of the things they needed to know. "I'm still kicking... although its ten hours past my bedtime and they haven't given me my prune juice yet." Ben said sarcastically, giving a smile. As he talked about his encounter at the field he nodded. "No animals harmed at the farm?"
Jason was lured away by a deputy near a police car. He walked over. "What's up?" Jason asked, putting his hands in his pockets. "We got a call just now. Something broke in to a woman's house... From what she's said something broke in making a loud noise, but cannot see the perpetrator..." Jason nodded. "Probably an unpleasant visitor..." Jason said. "Whats the address?" The man gave it, and he walked back to Ben and Jase. "We got a break in. The woman can't see the intruder... And before you go, remember you're off the clock. I'll go check it out." He said with a smile. "I'll see you guys later." Jason said, walking back to the police car. "I'm on my way, you can tell her that..." He said, feeling the silver tomahawk in his jacket. Jason felt a little nervous, he never actually went alone for a vampire related case before. He usually had Jase or Ben or Naomi with him. As he made his way to the house he checked his pockets for the flares, his weapon, and a wooden stake just in case. When he made it to the house he saw the whole front of the house gone. Jason gave a small whistle. "wow..." He said quietly, stepping through the large hole. He saw a woman cowering in fear near a table. Jason put a finger up to his lips, and revealed a badge to show that he was here to help. | Name: Jason Hunt
Age: 26
Appearance:
Faction:Protector
Job: owner of the local bar
Bio: Like the Ford's, the Hunt family has been hunting vampires ever since the town was founded. My father, Jeremy Hunt, was Benjamin's second in command, they were very close friends and went through some tough times. I never knew my mom, although my father always told me she was an amazing woman. I spent most of my days at the bar called The Devil's Pass, sitting quietly watching cartoons on the bar television while my dad worked, and when my dad went away with Ben for "important business" i had to stay in my room upstairs and lock the doors for the whole night... As i grew in to a teenager I was now a part time owner of the Pass, mostly serving the drinks, and beating the shit out of drunks who were messing with others just enjoying themselves...
When i turned 20, My father told me about the vampires, and protectors, and as if i didn't already respect Benjamin Ford enough, i was struck with awe at him now. And before i knew it i went in to training as an apprentice under my dad. He taught me everything i needed to know, like how ti fight one, how ti kill one, how to spot one, you name it.
It was only a few months ago that a vampire outbreak happened. A little girl ran in to the forest and didn't return. My father and Ben went out to find them, leaving me at the bar. Eager to help, i ran after them... I hid and watched as Ben flew in to a tree with the girl in his arms, and my father was on the ground, with a vampire sinking his fangs in to his neck. I rushed out, screaming in rage.
I took Ben's axe, and sliced off the head of the vampire. That's when i had to shoot my dad. "You have to do it, Jay.... You're next in the Hunt line.... I'm so proud of the man you have become... i love you..." Are the last words he said before i had to pull the trigger.... Ever since then i have now been learning from Ben about the Protectors, running the bar, and praying that i dont wake up due to that nightmare...
Personality: Quiet, humble, and more of a strong and silent type. Has a wide sense of humor. When working at the bar, or protectors i respect people who respect me, and kick the shit out of people who don't. With close friends and "family" i am sweet, nice guy who would do anything for them... Still has a very strong hate for vampires who live in the forest
Family/Relationships?: My father died, but Benjamin Ford is like a father figure to me now.
Weapon(s) : carries his father's weapon, an old silver tomahawk that has been in the family for generations
Other: Has a strong dislike of any sort of alcohol from working at the bar, it turns even the best people into the worst. |
4,498 | 113 | 6 | 309 | 452 | J.D smiled and laughed a bit some as he looked around the store speaking "naa, I was just on my way out and as I was getting near the edge of his property I spotted them lurking around, I shouted, they attacked. I already called it in from the radio in my bike." He wasn't going to really mention what he was doing there that late, or why he had his bike parked so far away so he wouldn't hear him starting it up, such details weren't required. As he looked around he walked up to the vampire's blood on the floor and ran his finger through the blood and sniffed it, That scent of coagulated blood filled his nose as he cringed some "This a new one as well? Man those forest boys been busy it seems." standing up he wiped the blood off with a rag he kept in his back pocket. Some how he already knew the answer to that question. His instincts were always good. He would probably make a good detective in the city if he had the desire for such things. As it stands though the only reason he is on the police force is because he's a protector.
As he was there he over heard Jason talking to the officer, just able to make out what they are saying as his friend soon showed up, telling them about the break in. He smiled and looked over to Ben as Jason drove off "I'll give him some back up" he stated turning and walking back towards his bike before turning and walking backwards "and before you say anything, When have you ever known me to do as I'm told? Hmm" He smiled lifting up his hand in a wave "later old man, try not to break a hip getting in your car" he said pulling his helmet over his head and turning his bike back on. Soon pulling up to the curb and dropping back down into the street and racing off through the streets.
He slowed his bike down before he even got to the house, killing the engine as he used his momentum to carry him the rest of the way, that bike silently rolling along before it came to a stop near by Jasons squad car. He got off his bike, put his helmet down and put his keys in his pocket as unzipped his coat and pulled out one of his M1911s from his shoulder harness and kept low, seeing Jason walking in he moved forward as well, though staying a bit back as he moved around the back of the house to approach from the opposite side. He looked in through the window, seeing Jason he pulled up his hand and signaled that he was going to go around and meet with him. Soon he was at the other side of the house, slowly he opened the door checking inside the dimly lit room as his eyes sight started to adjust to the dark. | Name: Jase "J.D." Dean
Age: 28
6'2
Faction: Protector
Job: Local mechanic/tattoo artist
Bio: Like most protectors, J.D. comes from a family of them, and was trained nearly his entire life. Fathers teaching sons, as his family was one of the best, they always seemed to be the fittest, strongest and fastest of he protectors. Something they chalked up to intense training and hunting being in there blood. Though he wasn't trained by his father, seeing as he died when he was young and he has little memories of the man. Growing up though, he was the town rebel with out a cause. Despite his knowledge of the towns deeper secrets he wanted nothing to do with it, slacking off during training, Getting in trouble, causing a ruckus in the name of fun, and otherwise causing mischief. Becasue of this he grew very familiar with the local police force, as well as the inside of a jail cell he spent many nights there there, he even went so far as to carve into the wall of one saying "J.D.'s cell, do no enter" stating that it was reserved for him.
The only thing he liked doing was working on cars/bikes, as well as getting tattoos, and learning how to tattoo as well, some of his tattoos his own work. The only thing he liked more then working on cars and bikes though, was driving them. Obeying all road laws of course. So of course when he got older he fixed up the old mechanic shop, put a tattoo parlor on top, where he also lives. Many people though he would grow out of his rebellious nature but he never did, getting into bar fights for fun, and often stirring up trouble.
Though everything changed when he was 25, a rogue vampire attacked his mother and killed her. That was the turning point in his life, and while he was cleaning out his family home he went into a fit of rage, throwing things around and destroying everything. And during this he found his fathers sword, a silver blade that he lifted up. He was trained to use it, his mother teaching him swordsmen ship. He approached Benjamin, saying he wanted to join the hunt for the rogue vampire as he held his father's sword and agreed to join the protectors. Though that night didn't go as he planed, his anger and brashness almost got him killed, and if it wasn't for Benjamin he probably would of died. Ever since that night he looked up to the older man as a sot of father figure, seeing as he never had one. He did learn something from that night, Up until now he had simply been acting like a child, even joining the proctors was something he did in a fit of rage and not really a full grown adult decision. But he decided to make the most of it, he focused all of his anger into training, learning how to use his fathers sword, shoot a gun, and fight. He already knew how to do these things, even slacking during training he picked them up. But now he honed those skills.
Personality: He is clam, that rowdiness of his youth behind him and he has learned to keep his anger in check. Being a bet reserved he still likes to go out and have fun, spending most of his day working at the garage or training he likes to go to the local bar to let off steam, sit around and talk with people laughing the night away. He even still gets in trouble every once in awhile, but more the playful kind. He holds some hatred for vampires, but for the most part he sees hating them as a whole the same as hating all humans for your average run of the mill murderer. He after along well enough with that vampire at the coffee shop across the street from his garage.
Family/Relationships?: Benjamin, He looks up to the man as his only real father figure in his life: Jason hunt, Spending a lot of time at the bar he feels a friendship to the owner and fellow protector.
Weapon(s) : Silver Katana, and two M1911 with silver bullets.
Other: His family has always been strong, fast, have good instinct and canines just love them. They never seem to get sick as J.D. him self doesn't ever remember getting sick. No one in his family has died for sickness that he knows of, most of them seemed to get killed, or live to an old age but still healthy as a horse as the ageing processes seems to take less of a toll on them. They mostly just chalked it up to good genes, but the truth is his family is long line of were wolves. The curse only rises once someone kills an innocent person, be it on purpose or on accident and many people haven't seen or heard of a werewolf in a very long time, mostly due to the fact that both vampires and humans hunted them to near extinction as the night of a full moon was something they both feared as for that one night werewolves would rise up and hunt down human and vampire a like as they were the mostly deadly predator out there. (as of now he doesn't change at all due to never having killed an innocent) |
4,499 | 113 | 7 | 2,035 | 3,885 | After the dispatcher told her police would be on their way soon, Rebecca said her thanks timidly and hung up the phone, going back to her bedroom and setting her gun back in the nightstand drawer, also throwing on hastily a silk robe to cover her negligee and at least make herself a bit more decent for when the police did arrive. It seemed almost hours as she patiently yet fearfully awaited them standing beside the living room coffee table and eyeing still with such apprehensive glances the pile of glass upon the floor and the gaping hole that was once her bay window. What still bewildered Rebecca most was how the window was shattered, and yet....nothing could be found that would or did shatter it. Try as she may searching again, she still couldn't come up with anything, no stone, no brick, nothing. Of course that only meant the worst to the half-vampire. That meant someone had bashed it open. What other easier way was there to break into the woman's home, other than kick the front door off its hinges, and highly the red haired woman doubted anyone could accomplish such a feat as that, especially in one fell swoop. No, it would've taken maybe two or three good thwacks of the foot against the hardwood and the steel deadbolt before it gave, opening all access to Rebecca's home, her belongings, and more terribly....herself.....she feared greatly the day an unruly mob or even just one lowly vampire killer...came for her life.....just for being one of them, even if she was only half-blood.
Finally, a sigh of relief she gave once she witnessed through the wide chasm in her living room wall a police cruiser pull into her driveway, along with a motorcycle. How nice of them to send two officers rather than one. While one drew his gun and moved around to Rebecca's backyard for further surveillance, the other cautiously approached her, showing his badge of affiliation with the local law enforcement. Even in the dim light of her home, Rebecca could sort of make out the man's features, and needless to say, he was kind of...charming, even if she was more drawn to women, she still could tell when a man was indeed attractive. And at least seeing that charming face calmed the flustered woman down a little bit....that is until she noticed sort of a small gleam of light from his jacket. Silver? Oh God...he's one of them. Pray to God above he didn't notice any peculiarities of her, not that she had any too apparent. Maybe her teeth were a little pointier than the average human, maybe her skin was just a tad bit more pale than usual, but she could denote that to being a home-body and not getting much sun- wait...no....that would only make it worse sense her kind supposedly treated the sun as poison to them. A gulp inward, she carefully approached the officer, her hands clasped hesitantly against her chest. "T-thank you for coming on such short notice. I..I don't know what's happened exactly, but I'm pretty sure it was a break in. I haven't been able to check if anything's been stolen yet, and well....I just have this feeling someone's still in the house, but I'm too scared to see for myself. Please be careful." | Name: Rebecca Valentine
Age: 30
Faction: Civilian (Despite being a Dhamphir)
Job: Novelist
Bio: Raised in an orphanage by nuns in New Mexico, Rebecca grew up never knowing her parents, only being told by the Sisters who presided over the orphanage that her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and a passing motorist discovered her infant body still alive. Since childhood, she believed what the nuns had told her, yet Rebecca couldn't help but think she was different from all the other children. She would grow sick to her stomach after eating anything that had garlic in it and the sight of any holy relics or religious paraphernalia gave her splitting, torturous headaches. Also....she began to develop an insatiable thirst for blood, first cutting herself with a razor and feasting on her own, then trapping wild rabbits in the playground to sustain her appetite. Some began to wonder if Rebecca was evil or if she was possessed by Satan. This soon led to the church who ran the orphanage to exile Rebecca when she was only sixteen.
After being removed from the orphanage, she lived on the streets for years, mostly doing odd jobs to keep herself afloat as she drifted from town to town, before finding what seemed to be a house that once belonged to her deceased parents in Brooksfield, Colorado. Walking inside, she discovered something in the fireplace...a diary, or what was left of it. All that she could piece together from a few burnt scraps of the diary was that her father was a vampire and her mother was human. Likewise, learning this revelation put her at odds with herself, wondering if she even belonged with the humans, despite sharing their blood, and wondering how the humans may react when they discover she too is a bloodsucking creature from Hell. Still, it didn't stop her from intermingling with them after she finally settled down and took her family's house as her own.
Since she was a teenager, writing was always a joy of hers, and through it she found a substantial career as a novelist, mostly penning Psychological Thrillers and Horror novels, but she has written a few Romances. Her bestselling book so far is The Maddening of Grimlock Sanitarium about a group of kids who spend the night in an abandoned mental hospital doing drugs and telling scary stories to each other, but throughout the night it seems their stories are coming to life. The magic behind it is you can't tell if what they're seeing is real or if its a hallucination. For years, Rebecca's lived in her family's small house, staving her incurable blood-lust by living off blood packets she "purchases" from the local hospital.
Personality: Charming and elegant, a very Renaissance attitude, she could charm you with just a few simple words. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem.
Family/Relationships: Both Rebecca's mother and father are deceased, having died from unknown causes. No other relatives are known to her either. She is currently single and she is bisexual, having more of a lean towards women than men.
Weapons: She has a collection of antique Medieval and Japanese swords, but they are only for display purposes. For whenever she has to defend herself from any attackers, she keeps a Glock 19 in the nightstand by her bed with two magazines and carries a can of mace in her purse whenever she goes out. |
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