Born and raised in the seas, near an uninhabitated northern archipelago, she learned the ways of survival both above and below sea-level. Her shoal was not large, but tight-knit, and had regular gatherings with other nearby shoals, selkie, merfolk, or otherwise. So far out at sea, there was very little in the way of interference from the landborne races. However, still young, a merchant convoy from the Free Holds happened upon her archipelago and decided to spend some time there resting, restocking, and taking note of the isles' resources and location for future voyages. Finding the selkies residing there, they offered some trade in exchange for some of the precious ores surrounding a dormant volcano. Not valuing the ores themselves, the selkies readily agreed to the trade.

A couple years later, when she was sixteen years old, a new, larger, and better-armed convoy arrived at their archipelago. These new men made no efforts for trade, and went straight to mining the ores and cutting down trees for lumber.

The selkies approached the merchants and their guards demanding they leave their isles alone, but they refused, threatening the selkies if they interfered. Powerless, the selkies could do nothing but observe as their land was pilfered. In hiding, they eagerly awaited the day when the men would leave them to their peace, but when that day came, they were in for an even worse fate than before. A small troop was sent out to find the selkie hideout and capture some of them as slaves. Once found, they attacked and ruthlessly killed six, capturing two girls and one man.

On the ship, they were chained to the deck and not allowed into the water. Drying up to the sun, it was not long before the three of them had shed their coats. The man, most adept in the use of magic, managed to break himself free of the bonds, but was slain before he could escape with the others. And so it was that they were shipped through Teluria to the Free Holds and sold into the slavery of a brothel in the city of SouthBlood. Trained both physically and mentally, given strict workout regiments and diets—though hers tailored to her amphibious nature—she quickly became one of the many skilled prostitutes of the establishment, often using her empathetic nature to take advantage of her consumers' desires.

Though she, as the years passed, came to accept the hard life fate had given her, her constant companion Eüchia, the selkie two years her younger who'd been captured alongside Aëyr, had fallen into a deep depression. As such, she resolved to break her out. They made it halfway through the city before being caught. To make an example of them to the other slaves and prostitutes, they strung Eüchia at the end of a dock, gave Aëyr a dagger and three options: slit Eüchia's throat, and keep her own life; cut Eüchia loose into the water, and be banished to the desert; or do nothing and spare Eüchia, but be herself flogged to death on display.

Taking the dagger in her hands, she cut Eüchia loose.

They abandoned her naked in the desert, far from other settlements, with no knowledge of where she was. Knowing not what else she could do, she ran in one direction, sleeping during the day and absorbing any moisture she could from the air, with a little help from her meager magical abilities to keep the heat at bay. After three days, she arrived—starved, dehydrated, largely sleep-deprived, and burnt from the sun, at Goblin Hold. They cleaned her up and brought her back to a decent level of health, astounded by her trek across the desert. When she was fit enough to leave, she gratefully took her leave of the Goblin Holds, and with rations to last, she went first to the Imperium, then to the other side of the Blood Sea, and has been wandering since, constantly moving.

Slippery: You are fully aware of what happens if that war hammer the size of a small child hits you square on the chin. You’ve decided to make it a priority to learn how to never let that happen, and while you’re still learning, you understand at least enough to jump back from a blow before it takes off your head.

Dodge!: [Rank 2] As you've refined your instincts, your ability to avoid harm has also grown, and as such whenever an enemy swings at you, there's a solid chance you've already figured out not to be there by the time the swing would connect.

Stealthy: Every journey begins somewhere for the avid stealth expert, and yours is about on par with that of a cut-purse or a minor bugler. You have the basics down, but to learn more will take time and practice.

Endurance Training: After training out in the field for hours and hours on ending, you have come to realize the value of being able to simply last longer than your opponent. This translates into taking a couple more hits before you will go down, and having a higher tolerance to pain... Though, getting hit still hurts, quite a bit actually, and you’re no god.

Acrobatic: You understand the basics of climbing ropes, ascending walls, jumping across rooftops, and rolling when you hit the ground. On the other hand, you’ve only really grasped the basics of it, so jumping a twenty foot chasm while being shot at is not recommended.

Selkie: Selkies are amphibious creatures, living both on land and in the sea. As such, Aëyr has partially webbed appendages that aid her in swimming, and can hold her breath underwater for about an hour. She can handle great pressure so as to dive deep, and can see well both above and below water. Their physiology is also designed to allow them to support the cold of the sea.

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Going the Distance: A skilled runner, she is both fast and enduring, able to make long treks with great speed and little sustenance.

Burning Fast on an Empty Tank: Even after exhausting herself completely, she can push herself to the same speeds with but a moment's rest.

Teamwork I: You work well with others, and are growing accustomed to doing so. You have a greater chance of success in any action if you perform it with an ally, rather than alone.

Sharpshooter: You've become accustomed to aiming, then firing. Nifty.

Apprentice: Combined with Raw Talent, you’ve learned how to harness that raw magical power into a consistent train of thought. Through studying a few tomes and, possible, learning from the Mage’s Guild, you’ve focused yourself onto a single school of magic. This will help focus your power into something consistent and tangible, but it’s only the beginning...

Wizened: [Rank 2] Having done some study and practice, you can now understand two schools of magic, and understand a greater amount of subtly with your first school of magic. There is now a greater chance of you casting a spell without others noticing, unless the spell is blatant and loud: Like a fire ball.

Charger: Something a lot of people don’t seem to realize is that the more muscles you have, the faster you are. Sure, perhaps not dexterous, but certainly faster. While you have only begun to learn the true meaning of land speed and would still be caught and killed by a tiger, you are capable of a short distance charge that can knock opponents down and catch the unwary by surprise.

Raw Talent: After a few (or perhaps several) failed attempts at magic, you suddenly found yourself able to bring a raw spark of power to life in your hands. After being awed by it, you found that you could consistently control and contort this power to your will. You could conjure subtle things, flashes of light or wreathing your hands in fire.

Acrobatic: You understand the basics of climbing ropes, ascending walls, jumping across rooftops, and rolling when you hit the ground. On the other hand, you’ve only really grasped the basics of it, so jumping a twenty foot chasm while being shot at is not recommended.

Healing: Mending live flesh, revitalization. Focused on sustained self-usage. (see A Corpse in Wolf's Clothing)
Necromancy: Manipulating dead flesh, control of the undeath. Focused on sustained self-usage. (see A Corpse in Wolf's Clothing)

Wolf: To save himself from death, he transferred his soul into the body of a wolf.

Werewolf: [Rank 2] Already a werewolf before his transfer, his bite also infected his new host.

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The Fellowship of Wolf and Lamb: His love for Tahlia runs deep, even when in his lycanthropic state. He will never harm her, and always seek her protection.

A Corpse in Wolf's Clothing: Though his wolf body died long ago, with a unique merging of healing and necromantic magic, he has given it a semblance of live. All bodily processes function as normal, and decomposition is prevented. By maintaining his body in this way, many fatal wounds are no longer so, and his body heals rapidly of its own accord.

None yet: What a waste of space.

Apprentice: Combined with Raw Talent, you’ve learned how to harness that raw magical power into a consistent train of thought. Through studying a few tomes and, possible, learning from the Mage’s Guild, you’ve focused yourself onto a single school of magic. This will help focus your power into something consistent and tangible, but it’s only the beginning...

Wizened: [Rank 2] Having done some study and practice, you can now understand two schools of magic, and understand a greater amount of subtly with your first school of magic. There is now a greater chance of you casting a spell without others noticing, unless the spell is blatant and loud: Like a fire ball.

Awakened Meditation: Through great discipline you have figured out how to tap into the natural magic in the air all around you. It will still take time and practice to master, but nonetheless, this has increased the amount of spells you can cast before you fatigue yourself, and increased the rate at which you regain your energy to cast more spells.

Raw Talent: After a few (or perhaps several) failed attempts at magic, you suddenly found yourself able to bring a raw spark of power to life in your hands. After being awed by it, you found that you could consistently control and contort this power to your will. You could conjure subtle things, flashes of light or wreathing your hands in fire.

Rapid Blows: Sometimes, it’s just better to hit something several times in quick succession, instead of trying to hit something really, really hard, and you understand this. Though you aren’t too good at hitting specifically vital points with it yet, or keeping it up for very long. In the case of ranged weapons, one takes a hit to accuracy in exchange for increased fire rate.

Healing: Mending live flesh, revitalization. In addition, a focus on the positive raw life-force energy. Absorbing the vitality of the dead, or giving vitality to the living.
Necromancy: A focus on the negative raw life-force energy. Absorbing the vitality of others, or giving vitality to the undead.

Madness for Sheep: Through a special form of telepathy, she can communicate through basic desires with animals and beasts of many forms.

Lamb to the Slaughter: [Rank 2] Her communion with creatures has lead to her being seen as neither threat nor quarry; feral beasts will not attack her unless she personally provokes them.

Hung for a Sheep: Every risk she takes cautiously, but should she succeed, she's mastered the art of making it as effectively as if she went all-in.

Sent out as Sheep Amidst the Wolves: Her apparent youth and innocence make of her a non-threat; she can move through open conflict without drawing unwanted attention.

None yet: What a waste of space.

Richard "Richie" Hertshord

Male, late thirties.
A university teacher specializing in Latin American conflicts and history, he has notable knowledge in politics, law, and, well, history. He often discusses current events with his students, including many revolutions that Mika himself participated in before his Ascension.

A good friend of his former pupil Samantha Lockey, he was eventually made aware of Mika. A firm believer in the man's actions throughout the years, if not always supportive of the details, he became a keen advisor and informant. With Samantha's aid, he created a website and a small-scale newspaper devoted to Mika's revolutions, keeping select readers up to date on his whereabouts efforts in Latin America.

After some time, he also tasked himself with stockpiling Mika's discovered artefacts. When needed, Richie's home can become a sort of fallback base for Mika, with a large garage in which he built his first golem.

acqueline "Jackie" Dunoir

Female, early twenties.

Samantha "Sam" Lockey

Female, mid-twenties.
An independent reporter/journalist who travels across Latin America to pick up stories, usually by infiltrating herself into large armed conflicts.

She met Mika in Mexico, where she became fascinated with his own brand of justice. As he began participating in more and more revolutions, they began to form a mutual partnership; she gave him information on his opponents, and he gave her material to use for news stories. After a while, they developed a strong bond that bloomed into love.

In the Colombian Conflict, Sam was captured by the BACRIM who held her hostage in order to control Mika. He wouldn't be controlled, however, and instead agreed to fight Kassian in a duel. Afterwards, Sam was freed.

The two realized that as Mika's power grew, so did their missions drift apart. Though they still bear love, of a sort, they have each taken their own paths in life, but are always ready to help each other in time of need.

Hernan Santo

Male, late zeros.
A Colombian boy who picked up his brother's gun when paramilitary soldiers attacked his FARC-friendly community. He was raised in relative poverty, and with his family killed, he sought to fight for their ideals even if it meant losing his own life.

He ran into Mika whilst running from BACRIM troops. Mika placed himself between the boy and the soldiers, taking the bullets himself but sustaining no harm. He then proceeded to massacre the men.

Hernan stayed with Mika as his "protegé" for the rest of the Colombian Conflict. Afterwards, he was sent to the care of Richie, with whom he now lives, learning English, as well as how to read and write.

As peace talks began in November 2012 between the Colombian government and the leftist FARC group, a number of right-winged paramilitary groups, composed majoritarily of insurgents, united under a common banner, ironically titled BACRIM, with the leadership of Kassian Muñoz.

As the year reached its conclusion, a massive number of assassination of both governmental and FARC leaders lead to general panic and a vast increase in fighting, leaving both groups weak and disorganized. The government defeated the FARC by July 2013 in the ensuing conflict, but was itself overthrown by the BACRIM in August.

El Forajido's dictatorship quickly brought military force down on the population, forcing increased development in Colombia's mining industry. Small rebel groups began to rise up, but were effectively crushed by the BACRIM forces. Outside help was likewise ineffectual.

Eventually, unprecendented BACRIM defeats were popping up in certain areas of Colombia, and behind them, a new force of organized rebellion called the TICOF emerged. Rumours began to spread of a single man—El Jefe Piedra, the Stonelord—who had fought off full squads with his own hands. The rebellion culminated in a massive coup on the BACRIM headquarters, where Kassian Muñoz was defeated and executed by the Stonelord.

Designation: Mercy.
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
General Description: Average sized. Pilot chamber in torso with surrounding protection. Entrance through rear of mech. Front of mech has detachable protective armour; when removed, reveals glass pane with sight for head and bust. Can be removed from outside through spin-valve, easier to remove with pressure triggers inside pilot chamber.
Equipment:

Designation: Justice.
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
General Description: Average sized. Pilot chamber in torso with surrounding protection. Entrance through rear of mech. Front of mech has detachable protective armour; when removed, reveals glass pane with sight for head and bust. Can be removed from outside through spin-valve, easier to remove with pressure triggers inside pilot chamber.
Equipment:

Automated Systems: The mech can be given simple commands to follow with—or, in conjunction with her Nanotech Gloves, without—its pilot in the cockpit, such as strobing floodlights, maintaining balance, and repeat fire at a designated location. In addition, it uses sensors to determine whether or not to activate the ELSSys.

This is the first fully-functional version of a personalized weapon created by Eira through advancement in robotics.

Version log.
v0 — prototype versions, unused in field
v1 — fully functional, ready for field-testing

Stabilize Or Die: Precarious situations demand precarious thought, after having experienced what falling through a building was like, Eira has practiced in her new mech how not to fall to her death.

Returning Fury: Having lost her mech in battle, Eira better understands how to deal with such mishaps in the future: Dodge the wrench.