Name:
Luther Reeves - Black Mamba

Side:
Tech

Sex:
Male

Age:
36

Race:
Cybernetic human, psionist

Appearance:
Luther is six feet and four inches tall and has a full silver-black cybernetic body, with a black visor for eyes. Often, most would assume that there is flesh behind the helmet, or at least a face. But in the case of Luther, his actual body is the cybernetic suit with only his actual brain within the suit being the only thing that makes him different than an android.

Personality:
Most people who come across Luther would never believe that he was a rather funny man. The look of being a full body cyborg intimidates some, and his position within the tech society makes others fearful of him. In reality however, Luther is easy going and a wise-crack, despite all he went through in his life. His that a positive frame of mind makes a positive type living, and he lives by it. That isn't to say that Luther isn't a serious person, in fact he can be quite dangerous at some points.

Anger is something that has gripped Luther for as long as he could remember. Although he can control his rage and will never go bursting in a rampage due to his self control, he feels it like a burning sensation in his chest - and although the fact he can't feel anything with his cybernetic body makes that phenomenon rather interesting in Luther's eyes. Luther is by no means someone who is easy to anger, but he becomes ruthless if someone manages to do it. Using his cold and calculating ways of his past, he tries to find ways to torture those who upset him in the most painful ways.

Luther is also a man who is cunning and will use whatever advantage he has to get what he wants. This of course requires loads of patience from his end, and although he despises it he has since learned the immense value of the virtue. To Luther, patience is only a tool, like his other weapons, and he utilizes it when it will benefit him the most, if it won't he discards of it. He is also quite deceptive, and although he is almost one hundred percent against lying, he will use half-truths and perceived truth in his favor.

Faction:
Federal Intelligence and Reconnaissance Agency

Biography:
Luther was born as a test tube baby in Union Station then discarded next to a dumpster shoot by his "mother" because of his dark skin complexion. It was Elane Reeves, a prostitute, who found Luther in the middle of nowhere within the station and pitying him, she took him in and adopted him as her son. As a child, Luther was as average as any other child save for the fact that other children don't usually witness the underworld of civilization with their own eyes, which he did. Murder was common where he lived, he would walk and see people getting shanked or shot and he would watch them bleed to death without any sense of pity. He would ask his mother about it and she would explain that it was the way of the world. People kill and the weak get killed. And it was that sentence, to Luther's mind, that saved him from becoming a sack of dead flesh. He would go out and pick fights with people older than him to prove he was strong, yet he would always get beaten up.

After two consecutive months of coming home with bruises, his mother signed him up to a class that taught self defense for children and it was there that Luther truly learned how to fight. His teacher before he began the first classed expressed clearly that if any of them were to fight outside of the building, they would be kicked from the program. Although Luther didn't quite like or agree with the teacher, he decided to comply in order to benefit from the training. After several years, the young boy found himself stronger and more agile. But training wasn't the only thing in his life, his mother had grown older and her income as a prostitute was diminishing, which forced Luther to go find work in order to support himself and his mother. But jobs were hard to come by for him. He had no formal education, he was black, and had no experience in any sort of work. Luther hit a stroke of luck however when a mobster offered him employment as a drugs dealer, and having no other option he took it. And the money flowed in like rivers, and soon Luther was able to support his mother whether she continued to work or not.

However, his mother became suspicious of his earnings and confronted him about it. He told her the truth, that he was a drug dealer for a local mobster, and although the money was good his mother still told him to quit it and to find an honest job. Luther didn't quite understand why his mother was stopping him especially since what she called an "honest job" payed far less than as a drug dealer, but he complied. On the surface at least. He searched for several months before he landed a job in a vehicular repair facility on the far side of the station and found that the job was harsh and annoying, but he continued with it if only to appease his mother, while also selling drugs on the side. While working in the facility, he made the mistake of trying to sell drugs to one of his fellow employees. A few days later, Luther found himself in a jail cell.

Then he was incarcerated without so much as a trial at the age of seventeen. They simply took him from the police station and dumped into a penitentiary, filed him into the system, then locked him in a cage. In that cage, the first things came to his mind was that he was weak. The strong overpowered and the weak suffered, it was the life that he learned in the slums of Union, and coming to terms with his weakness was not an easy thing for him. But he swallowed his pride, and used the solitary time within his prison to hone his body and make himself stronger and turn his body into a weapon. Day in and day out he worked on his body, challenging himself and ignoring his other inmates. That is until Marco entered the cell with him. Marco was a crazy individual, one moment he would be calm then the next he would go on a murderous rampage because someone spit on their right and not on their left. And yet, he somehow managed to befriend Marco and get on his good side, and Luther found out that he was the son of the most powerful mobster in Union, George Carleon.

The two remained cell mates until Luther was released whereby he was visited by a strange individual who handed him a phone, and on the other end was George. He asked about his son, even though Luther knew well enough he had eyes on his crazy kid, then he asked if he could work for him again, in a higher paying job. Luther made the fatal mistake of refusing George, and learned the hard way that the Carleon name was feared throughout Union because the man could get away with anything. A few days later, while Luther was walking to buy a pack of cigarettes, a black sack was suddenly dropped over his head and he was carried away by strong arms, and despite how hard he tried to fight, they kept a firm grip on him. He felt himself thrown into the trunk of a vehicle and after several hours he felt arms pull him out. He found himself in a remote place within the station and in front of him was his mother, her clothes in tatters and with a gun to her head; then George stepped into Luther's line of vision and explained to him that either he worked for him or he would watch his mother killed in front of his eyes. Defeated, Luther agreed and he watched horrified as his mother's brains spattered the steel floor of the station.

A hit man, his new employer explained to him, was what he was going to be. He would be trained by the best in the business the man promised him, and although power was staring Luther right in the face, he couldn't help but feel that it was wrong and tainted, but he had little choice so he took the offer. The training was harsh and lasted for half a year to get him acquainted with all sorts of firearms and weapons, with various fighting styles, and how to properly do recon and take out his targets quietly without causing a federal uproar. Several years into his job, he became one of the best hit men in the business and he grew in rank, and yet he was at a severe disadvantage compared to some of the other more well established hit men. He wasn't augmented, he had no cybernetics to aid in his job while others did and he decided that he would save his earnings until he could afford one, and a year and a half later, he went into a known workshop that offered augmentation for the crime world. When he got to the building however, he was approached by the feds and although he wanted to run, he noticed that a non distinct vehicle was at his flank as if waiting for him to flee. The agents confronted him and told him they were part of FIRA, and that they wanted his help in taking down George Carleon.

Luther laughed in their faces and made to walk away when one of the pair knocked him clean with one punch and shoved him into their vehicle. When Luther woke up he was in an interrogation room with the same pair sitting across from him with a tablet portfolio in their hands. They told him that if he didn't comply, they would not only have him put in prison, but in the most secure penitentiary that belonged to the Techs in a space station of its own. Seeing that he had no choice, he agreed to their demands and was released.

He spied for FIRA on George for several years, giving them all the information that they demanded from him. At the age of twenty seven, FIRA managed to get Carleon and incarcerate him in a maximum penitentiary outside of Union. Thinking that his time was done with both the mob and FIRA, Luther made plans to leave Union to another station when he was approached by his old friend, Marco. They talked for a while, then Marco revealed that he knew it was Luther that sold his father to the government. A heated argument ensued between the two for several minutes, then Luther told Marco that he was leaving and that he needn't worry about him bothering the mob family again. As he turned to head to the bay area, a bucket of acid was dropped on him, and he fell to the floor screaming in complete agony from the intense pain. He tried to do everything to make the pain stop, but it was like a constant fire that ate and dissolved his body; within a few minutes, his legs from knee down had become nothing more than red liquid and he felt himself slipping as blood pooled under him, then he passed out.

When he woke, Luther could feel nothing, and yet he somehow understood that his body was intact and that he could move it around, and he proved it by managing to move his fingers. He lifted his hand over his face and saw that it wasn't flesh that he was looking at, but metal. He noticed as well that it wasn't just his hand, but his entire body. Panic began setting within Luther until a nurse came to him and called in a doctor once she noticed he was conscious. A few moments later, Luther watched as a tall man with a white lab coat came into his room and took a seat next to him, and began explaining that his team tried to save as much of his organic tissue as they could, but all of it, save for his brain, was too damaged to repair, so they instead augmented his brain into a full cybernetic suit. Luther sat in silence for a while then asked how he was going to pay for it, and the doctor explained to him that FIRA had already paid the expenses for the operation.

It took Luther a few years to get completely used to his new body, and he found, despite its strangeness and the fact that he felt like he lost something of his identity, that the suit made him stronger, faster, and more agile than he could have ever hoped to be. And once his rehabilitation was done, two agents from FIRA approached him with a file saying that if he joined their ranks, his entire file would be wiped clean as if he never existed and that he would be able to get vengeance. The offer was almost too good to be true and he asked why FIRA had helped him out. They responded that their director was saw potential in him and that he would make a great asset; then Luther asked what the catch was, and they told him he was going to be an assassin for FIRA while at the same time not having to officially join them. Luther agreed after a while and they took him to a training facility where he would learn how to master maneuvering in his new body, while also learning how to use the various number of weapons that were hidden within it.

The training lasted two years, and by the end of it, he felt more comfortable in his new body than he did in his old one, preferring the cold metal shell rather to weak flesh, and the fact that he couldn't feel pain was an added bonus. Once the field agents cleared him for duty, he located where Marco had relocated his house, and took out the entire crime family leaving Marco for last. Luther noticed he had aged badly since they had last met and it was with pleasure that Luther plunged a katana into his heart.

Skills:


Abilities:


Possessions:
Katanas: Luther has a pair of twin katanas that are sheathed behind his back

Pistols: There are two pistols attached to Luther's upper thighs.

Throwing knives: On the underside of Luther's wrists, he can shoot out five knives from each hand.

Sniper rifle: Also on Luther's back is a disassembled sniper rifle that he can assemble and use at any time.

Name: Stanley Von Holstein-Rathlou

Side: Magi

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Race: Purebred Human

Appearance: For most people, someone who they'd describe as "perfectly average" is the type of person they wouldn't even notice in the first place, the type of person who simply blends into a crowd, the kind you'd bump into on the sidewalk and not even bother excusing yourself. Stanley is that person. He stands at about 5 feet and 11 inches with broad shoulders, though not so broad that you'd mistake him for a farmer or a blacksmith. He has a tendency to let his hair go a bit longer than he finds comfortable before going to a barber, and as such he is normally seen with slightly shaggy light brown hair, with a fair amount hanging over his forehead.
His eyes are blue, as is the wont in his part of the world, and rather unremarkable. A square jaw gives his face a solid, dependable sort of look, the kind you'd expect to see on a loving father. His body is nicely muscled, but not so much so that he looks obscene, the kind of muscle that comes from honest, hard work rather than lifting weights in a gym for hours on end.

His attire tends towards the simplistic. A simple, cheap shirt and trousers tends to suffice his needs.

Personality: Stanley is a good, if simple, man. He believes that in life there are only ways that a man can live, and since all the exciting ways appear to have been taken up before him, he is perfectly content with a common, unexciting life. He has strong feelings about the right to life for all creatures with a soul, though he isn't really one hundred percent sure on what exactly a soul is, he does believe that anything that is sentient has a right to life.
He's straight, and has had a few girlfriends, but they were largely meaningless in the grand scheme of his life.
His biggest vices would be his propensity to overindulge in drink when it's offered to him, and his extremely volatile temperament. While he would hardly qualify as an alcoholic, he most certainly has trouble stopping when he's drinking and having a merry old time. As for his temper, after getting in quite a bit of trouble earlier in life, he's learned how to manage his temper. However, when he sees something that he considers unjust or wrong being done, he has the potential to get extremely peeved.
Partially due to his fear of the newly surfaced Tech faction, and partially due to how listening to the sermons, no matter how fiery they get, relaxing him,he's nominally a follower of the Church of Remus, the idea that there's something bigger than himself, or even bigger than the Crown of Germania, calms him.

Faction: Lukewarm follower of the Church of Remus. Is a bit less into it's fanatical sects, but his fear of technology is there.

Biography: Stanley Von Holstein-Rathlou, despite his royal last name, grew up in a perfectly mundane household in a town located in the countryside of Germania. He, like all other humans on Earth, grew up with innate magical ability. Throughout school, his fellow students all learned about the history of their world, and practical applications of magic, Stanley himself was never particularly passionate about any of that. Just the same as someone can hold no interest in cooking despite it being a necessary and common part of their life, Stanley had no interest whatsoever in magic. As such, his school years were rather... boring, the only classes he excelled at were physical education and (ironically) practical magic.
After school, he struggled for a while to find a path, until eventually he moved to the largest city in Germania, Hevren, the former city of Berlin. Here he took on a job that, as it turns out, suited him perfectly. For a living, Stanley lifts heavy things at point A, moves them to point B, and gets paid. In other words, and for lack of a better term, he is a mover. His business is entirely self-run (heh), and he accepts commissions from all sorts of businesses. Over time he has managed to save up enough to buy a cart that he can pull, for larger loads. He lives in a small, but comfortable apartment overtop of a tailor shop that he does a fair amount of business with. Though he was a nominal member for most of his life, only recently has he begun regularly attending sermons at his local Church of Remus. The acknowledgement of the existence of the Tech faction by the Crown of Germania galvanized him into going regularly, and he now volunteers for their political events, as well as attending religious events.

Skills: He is extremely proficient at lifting heavy things. His endurance is also something that should be spoken of, he may not be able to sprint a marathon, but he could go jogging for a long time without stopping. One of his guilty pleasures is javelin throwing, despite his dislike of the warlike origins of the sport, he is extremely good at it. Though he hasn't entered any competitions, he could easily go professional if he bothered to truly train his arm.

Abilities: His Magi powers remain largely untapped and untrained. He is a Caster type Magi, and despite not being interested at all in magic, his school records seem to indicate he is naturally extremely strong. As long as the spell, or the instructions for the spell are relatively simplistic, he could likely pull off a large range of magical feats.
However, his magical abilities are at the moment limited only to what he needs to use in everyday life. A simple fire spell for lighting candles, and simple mana-to-water spell for washing off, etc. He does have one ability however that he uses regularly.
Lighten Load: Okay, so it's not the most creative name. This spell works in a sense of a limited telekinesis. He extends mana in a telekinetic field emmanating from his hands around the object that he's holding to augment his physical strength. This spell is largely used to simply shift an object onto his cart, but further, less innocent uses could likely be envisioned.
Possessions: His possessions consist mostly of what your average single man needs to live. The only extraneous object in his possession is his cart, which he has modified to hitch to his back instead of a horse's, making it much more versatile for the urban environments of Hevren.