NAME: Celadon

ABSTRACT: Electric generator disguised as a giant, fluffy, neon coloured Grandpa who has the patience of a saint. Also a fan of regular naps even though most of them end sooner than he’d like.

DETAIL: Celadon’s world is huge and almost overflowing with what we would call magic producing tens, if not hundreds, of different landscapes and creatures. Such landscapes do often make it hard to travel from one place to another so it’s not uncommon to find Modern cities a few days away from more tribe like societies. Obviously such differences do make people want to explore, often with the only option to walk, climb or even fly from place to place.

Celadon here is an Ethereal Tiger-Fox with the interesting ability to summon thunderstorms into being, as well as generate smaller amounts of electricity himself within his body most often by running or shaking to build up a static charge. But of course this was after many years of wandering and exploring so he is getting on a bit in years and even has grandkids out exploring the world much like he had many, many years ago. The Ethereal state is rarely gained by Tiger Foxes who do not settle down in one place as it requires the gratitude and worship of those nearby. Though they can still travel far away their powers will be a lot less potent than they would be otherwise.

The little Mountain top town of Keingry (Kine-cry) is Celadons home. The humanoid beings that live there thrive off the trees which crown both their mountain and those surrounding them, bearing plump and juicy fruits in the summer which can be used in multiple food recipes or stored someplace dry until needed. The bark and leaves of the trees also has a multitude of uses and is well sought after by far away royals and dignitaries. But seeing as the trees are mostly unique to the area, the people of Keingry are very wary before handing over any of their trees to anyone not of their kind.

However the mountain range is plagued by droughts which can last anywhere from a few months to almost two years (the longest being five years). It was during one of these droughts that Celadon arrived to the area, and while the people were very wary and curious about this creature at first the strength he had made it much easier to carry large amounts of water up from the lake at the base of the mountain. His electric abilities also came in hand multiple times in terms of fending off raiders and other unsavoury types after the precious trees.

Soon enough Celadon had even developed the ability to call thunderstorms to the mountain. While the power of the storms and control he had over them was shaky to begin with the villagers were nonetheless thankful for the rain they brought. In return they constructed him a small hut of his just a short walk away from the village. In his later Years Celadon would be very grateful to have an actual roof over his head rather than having to hide in a cave praying it would stay dry.

Whilst enjoying a peaceful summer day and one of those rare naps where the children of Kiengry don’t “sneak” up to tie ribbons in his tail Celadon would awake to find himself somewhere that wasn’t his hut.

ID: MO-3 #10. Has adopted the name Patrick.

ABSTRACT: More than a clone.

DETAIL: Patrick is from the future of our reality or any number of other ones, who knows which. What is known is what awaits in this future is utopia. In a sense of the word. There are three classes in this future. The wealthy, the not wealthy, and the clones. The clones are used for free labor and given little choice. The idea of this in the beginning was seen as morally detestable. But when it was promised that only felons would be cloned things died down.

So that is how Patrick came to be. His host had managed to do something very illegal. Whether the crime involved a large number of bodies or illegal time traveling Patrick doesn't know, and it's meant to stay that way. All clones are forced to take a pill daily. This pill keeps the memories of their host suppressed, makes them more docile, and as a side affect somewhat forgetful.

He used to be a janitor before the building he worked for acquired robotics for cleaning. So in all of this Patrick is a mechanic for glorified roombas now.

He tries to be different. He tries to prove he isn't just a carbon copy, but it can be hard when you are under constant supervision. As an act of rebellion he will sometimes pretend to take his pill and then immediately spit it out. On those days he feels good. He doesn't remember his host.. but he feels stuff. He feels happy, depressed at times, and angry.. Oh, angry. He enjoyed the anger, being able to just feel something so powerful over his circumstances felt amazing. He was careful with his anger though. He only took it out on a pillow or something. Never human. Until...

One day he got really angry. The man that usually watched his sector and made sure he didn't run off was sick. So Patrick got to deal with the real gem of a person known as Ken. Patrick had skipped his meds that day. This time he was a bit sloppy though. Somehow Ken figured it out and confronted him. He said Patrick didn't have the right, called him names, pushed him around, shoved a bottle of those pills into Patick's chest and told him to take em'. He was sick of him. The anger got the better of Patrick that day.

In a panic over what he had done he ran and hid with his bottle of cursed pills. He was terrified of what would happen, what they would do to him. Should he take the pills? He didn't know! In the end he sat in a closet and wept until... He was gone.

NAME: Gallel "Skipjack" Samson

ABSTRACT: Haywire vanguard

DETAIL: In a world much unlike many other though in quite a few ways also very similar, war is a staple. People are born into the cause, no matter what the cause is. War here is not alike the wars we know, it is indeed fought, and harshly at that, but its much easier to kill when you know your enemy gets a do over. Life is a war game, you train, you fight you die, you respawn to fight again. How lovely is that? One such fighter in this war is "Skipjack" a reckless and confused youth who understands what he is told and until recently, very little more.

In physical appearance he looks like a lost cousin of the Adam's family. Pale skin and dark hair left in a mess he wears his standard duty black uniform. A long sleeve top made of thick material covered in a layer of hard plastic like stuff, made alike to light ware armor. Matching trousers and large black unpolished boots, with matching black gloves. He would be wearing a mask though he seems to have lost it. A small insignia of a triangle with a circle overlapping its top point is on his shoulders.

Without his home and his ability to respawn he has become a scared and unmotivated spirit, and he is forced to become more of a person then the soldier he has been. He is an uncertain firecracker. A soul of curiosity hidden under a fear and a drilled in sense duty. While he has always been known as some sort of loose canon, it is clear that he has never been as "loose" as he could be.