Name: Talay-a Gunosh

Age: 26

Archon of: Water



Appearance:


Talay-a has features of both an Atlantian and a human. She has the eyes of the Atlantian, as well as the ability to breath under water, the gills under her ears, and the webbed feet and hands. However she’s not as tall as the normal Atlantian, standing at about 5’7 with the darker skin and hair of a human, in addition to the curves that most Atlantian’s don’t possess.

Bio: Talay-a was born in the city of Atlantis, yes that Atlantis. A long time ago, Atlantis was connected to Earth via one of the rifts that used to be open all over the universe. Humans and Atlantians interacted freely but like always, Human’s got too big for their potential and the Atlantians begged their patron Goddess, Andromeda the Archon of Water, to close the rift between their dimensions. She did so with great reluctance, but it ended with their connection severed forever. However there were still a great many humans left on the planet. Originally they were made into slaves for the highborn Atlantian nobles, though as time went on, and there was more and more cross breeding, they slowly gained status. While tensions are still high, humans hold positions in numerous council’s and the royal family itself promoted the status of the humans. Especially after Talay-a was born.

Talay-a herself was born a bastard between the current Heir to the throne and her mother, the human representative of the High Council. No one knew what to do with her, especially after her father did the stupid thing, and claimed her. While that made her a Princess, she couldn’t claim the throne because of her heritage as well as her bastard status, but she couldn’t be ignored because she was a Princess. So she was trained as a spy for her older, half brother once she was old enough. Because no one suspects a 12 year old of absolutely anything, and even as she got older, she portrayed herself in such a light that she would have never been suspected for anything like espionage. She is known to most as nothing more than the pretty faced human Princess who would be marrying one of the nobles soon.

Personality: To the noble court of Atlantis, Talay-a isn’t anything special. She’s not blatantly stupid but she’s not anything special. To her family she’s quick witted, and quick to anger. She very much liked to be in the right, and made her opinion well known if she was passionate about the subject.

Special Gear: Other than her staff, which the Archon crystal fits into, Talay-a also posses twin blades that have been handed down through her family on her father’s side for years.

Name: Aella (Ai-lah)

Age: 20

Archon of: Air

Archon weapon: Staff



Appearance: Aella stands at five foot three inches tall, and weighs about 110 pounds. Her body is covered in lean muscle, but she has a bit of a small fat on her stomach. Her silver locks reach down to her lower back, and she has bangs that just dust her high cheek bones. Her somewhat pale skin and pointed ears tell of her elvish blood. With piercing blue-grey eyes, some wonder if she could even see into souls, but she can't, even if she wanted to. Her hands are small and delicate looking, but with calluses on her palms and her nails chewed off short.



Personality: At first, Aella seems nothing more than a cocky, fearless, outspoken young woman. Her wit and cunning often leading her into making decisions that one might call reckless. However, she is quite unsure of herself on the inside. Her Baba told her that showing that side meant that someone was going to take advantage of you, so she rarely lets it be known. She has only one fear and that is of death itself. However, she constantly faces that fear by putting herself in controlled near death experiences. Romantic and sexual relations never really interested her, but she wasn't repulsed by them. She has had sexual relations before and used them to her advantage, but they've never really been a focal point for her.

Bio: High in the mountains in an area where elves reign, there is a temple used to worship the Lost Archons of the world. The elves who ran the temple had known the stories for they had been passed down from the elders of the temple. Being in such a remote area, the temple too has been forgotten, and few now know the stories even there.

One day, one of the elders, a man by the name of Neculai, walked to the outside gate. He was going on his morning walk around sunrise when he saw a small basket right outside the gate. When he opened the blankets, there an elven child sat, but it was no ordinary child, for it had bright silver hair. Rushing the child inside the temple, the only female elder, Shara, examined the child and found nothing wrong other than it needing a home. Neculai volunteered to watch over her, naming her Aella, meaning whirlwind for her bright hair.

Aella grew up calling Neculai the name Baba, training to be a warrior under his careful eye. She was trained in Martial arts, because of her knack to sneak through trees and almost glide through the air. At the age of 19, Neculai, even in his old age, made her a suit of leather armor, outfitted with articulated wings under the arms to help her glide around the cliffs and mountains surrounding the temple.

Special gear or equipment: Her leather armor, specially made to help her glide around the high mountains

Name: Subject 17

Age: 30

Archon of: Sound

Archon weapon: Headphones. Noise cancelling, a gateway into the mind of subject 17 for the wearer.

Appearance: Similar to this, with the following modifications: decent fitness, normal hands, no split down face, B.R.F brand on chest, small cybernetic enhancement to the ear, more normal skin color, no hair ever grows anywhere on his body. So no eyes or mouth, but otherwise mostly normal.

Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpack and messenger bag full of parts

Personality: Socially awkward, closed off, curious, inventive, not the brightest.

Bio:
Twenty-four years ago I was created in B.R.F research labs. I was a failure. I did not pass the physical tests. I was not fast enough. I was not strong enough. I had no special ability. I was useless.
I was 16 when the tests began. A young girl by the name of Cale was brought in, and underwent the same physical tests with me. She outperformed me in every way, despite being much younger. I could feel her presence differently than that of my caretakers. It was not dissimilar to the warmth of a fire. Comforting. She was kind, and she saw my suffering and shortcomings. When she heard that I was scheduled for extermination, she saved me. I do not know how. I only know what Cale told me before slipping a bandana and goggles onto my head: “I’m sorry this happened to you. My name is Cale, perhaps I shall meet you on the outside. Run.”
The B.R.F must have thought me dead, because neither they nor the World Government Association give me trouble. I was free to go. I did not blend well with society. I communicated silently, finding solace with the homeless who did not ask many questions. Through them, I learned of this world I was created in.
I ran across an old couple early on who took me in. They ran a homeless shelter in the World Government Association’s Seventh Octant. I was only allowed to stay a few days before being forced to leave, but I was given advice on obtaining an inexpensive cybernetic enhancement that might suit me.
Enter the audio navigator. This was a small enhancement to the ear, along with some specially modified goggles. The goggles had a tiny sound emitter that was tuned to a frequency above natural hearing potential. The ear enhancement enabled me to hear that specific frequency. It took practice, but with this I was able to navigate daily life. I blended in as a mechanic’s apprentice for a time, but lacked the precision to do any meaningful work.
I became an audiophile. I enriched my mind with not only music, but sounds of the world. What I couldn’t experience in person I experienced through virtually created sounds, which ended up being a treat of their own. Concerts were to die for. The silence of nothing but the wind at the heights of buildings was my high. I couldn’t create the sounds very well myself. I lacked the funds to purchase an instrument. Even if I could, who would teach me?
Then one day I heard a voice…

“Would you like to play?”

Special gear or equipment: Audio Navigator, Broken Sonar Equipment, Master mechanic’s spare parts, parts and plans registry/lookup device.

Name: Vanth
Age: 19
Archon of... Lightning (Electricity)
Archon weapon: replenishable metallic coins; thin, heavy metal scales
Appearance: roughly 5'8" in stature, lean muscular build with scars from skirmishes with the other delinquents.

Personality: Chaotic-Good; INFJ; Quiet by nature since word alone gets one killed.

Bio: Born to impoverished blue-collar workers, Vanth lives from a smog ridden, industrial land with an laboring population. As a young child, he understood the purpose of behind the factories and the products they created having been forced to work in some. The products, the factories, the very lives of the working class would all end in the same result: death. Factory accident related death. product related death, death from overworking, death from starvation… it was all he ever saw. Be it in the dark alleys behind the sweatshops, in the assembly lines at his “job”, or under the roof he was born beneath, death never truly remained out of sight or mind for long.
Vanth’s outlook on the world was pretty dark indeed.
Overtime, he learned the way to survive in this cruel world of his was to pick choose wisely and to always protect those that he cared for and helped him. Take from the rich; give to the poor; no one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Special gear or equipment: His infiltration kit: lock picking kit, WIP handheld computer, a crowbar.

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Name: Etro

Age: Undefined

Archon of: Crystal

Archon weapon: Crystalline Belt. Enables Etro to trap up to ten charges of Archon Power within crystals.

Appearance: This, minus the sword

Personality: Cynical, but hides it behind a friendly smile. Her eyes are telling of her true emotions, so she avoids locking them with anyone.

Bio:
Crystals are timeless. They stay the same regardless of the flow of time. They preserve power, beauty, life, and emotion.
Etro saw the end of the world with the Archon of Time three times now. Each time, she was chosen to be the emissary due to her unique ability to crystallize herself. Sending living things through time while keeping them intact is almost impossible, so the crystal shell she creates allows her to travel in one piece. Etro is a direct, purebred descendant from the original Archon of Crystal, the one who aided the others in crystallizing their power for the Archons of the future.
She is trapped in a crystal tomb hidden within the temple of the Archons, waiting for the next iteration in a seemingly endless cycle of death.

Special gear or equipment: Buckler