Athena Alyssa Valentine

Valentina, mainly as that's the name she works under but apart from that, nicknames aren't exactly her thing.

17th March

Female

17

Aromantic

Drug dealing, drug possession, organised crime, resisting arrest and murder

1 and a half years

Keeping the peace and any odd bits of translating that was required

TBD

Her parents weren't born on Port Hope but came to it as merchants. So mostly the market district but they had some underhand business ventures as well.

Figuring Athena out is somewhat equivalent to trying to finding the exact centre of a hurricane, you could probably do it but you'll more than likely end up in a ditch somewhere. She's a blip that bursts into a tempest within a moment's notice and fades to a whisper within the space of a day. It's how she evaded the authorities for so long. She can be deceptively quiet or wonderfully obnoxious and most who meet her think that there's definitely a few screws loose - there is, of course. When you meet her, it won't be very obvious immediately because she can seem quiet and distance but sit her on a pedestal anywhere and she seems to explode into life. She can be kind to those who she values but if you become a non-profit to her, for even a single moment, she will wipe you off entirely. Of course, she's not very good at killing but that's why she pays people who are. Piss her off and you should expect a very harsh treatment, something far worse than death (once again relying on other people to administer said treatment). Basically, you'll never be bored around her but being close to Athena is akin to performing a ballerina recital in a minefield.

Athena could have had a shitty life, devoid of all happiness and hope but she didn't - she had a brilliant one. She was born to two wealthy merchants who made a living by travelling between Ports and Capital Worlds, selling on their products. Anything she wanted, she typically got and her education was good but countless profressionals had informed her parents, which they fervently denied, that there were a few things wrong with Athena. She didn't seem to consciously care for human life whatsoever and considered people to be puppets that could be cast aside and played with as if they were truly a toy. The Inquisitors never liked the crazy ones - they were prone to mindless violence so her parents hastened to cover it all up.

Her mother was an artist and although she was loving and caring, she was obnoxiously demanding. Perfection was the only thing that ever appeased her and the young Athena jumped to the mark but such things can only last for so long before an unhealthy hatred of authority itself is developed, especially in someone who isn't exactly right. Her father was the one she liked. He was one of those men that treated his family as if they were wonderful little angels but if one person ever crossed him or them, he would break them into small little pieces; maybe that's where she got it from? He was a merchant but he ran an underground smuggling business, bringing rare artifacts out of Inquisitor hands and into the hands of those who paid the most. Their family were fucked up but the type of fucked up that seemed to merge together and bond under extreme conditions. It worked for quite a while then she grew up and it gradually didn't work - she got sick of her mother and started arguing a lot. She turned to heavy drugs and after a number of spats with her father and too many times left feeling way too fucked up, she dropped away from them entirely. Abandoning school as well, she used the fleeting money she had to start her own gang.

It wasn't exactly easy starting out as a teenage girl competing with trained thugs smuggling drugs but eventually people listened and a little after that, they followed. By fifteen, she had her own mafia of sorts, willing to do anything as long as the money was good. Loyalty was centre-seeking and she made sure that she was always a necessity for the gang. They worked, strangely, and she became a big thing in the underworld of Port Hope but almost as soon as it had started, it collapsed. After a little red-haired bitch got locked away, the Inquisitors came knocking and the rest of them got locked up. They knew exactly who she was when they found her, namely due to the fact that she told them everything she had done. Vengeance is a fickle thing.

She functioned pretty well in jail. Her language skills came in handy when dealing with people who couldn't speak English and she seemed to hold some sort of sway over the other prisoners. Things were going alright (apart from the upcoming execution) before J told her what to do and after that, well everything became fifty shades of fucked up then.

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Richard Kennedy, Jr.

His cousin likes to teasingly call him Dick, but please, for the love of the stars, don't be a dick and call him that. Ryker is what he usually goes by. Even Kennedy or Junior is preferable.

June 25

Male

17

Heterosexual

Treason

One day

None yet, but that one guard really wants to assign him sanitation duties.

tbd

Ryker's parents are both teachers. His father teaches History, which explains why he is just so full of fun facts. His mother teaches Earth Skills.

Ryker fancies himself a fixer; sensitive to the plights of his peers and ever eager to lend a helping hand. His moral compass points due north, and although he can be slightly sanctimonious, he is never anything but sincere and well-meaning. He gives people the benefit of the doubt and second and third and fifth chances even when they don't deserve it. But there is a limit to his magnanimous nature and a big ol' berserk button that can be easily triggered.

Namely, his family and friends.

Sentimentality and Ryker go hand-in-hand. It is his emotions and convictions that drive all of his actions, and you can bet that if you show him any ounce of kindness, he will make sure to return the favor tenfold. His loyalty knows no bounds, and in him you will find an ever-stalwart confidante who has your back. So when things get hairy and tough choices have to be made, his family and friends will always be his priority. If he has to sacrifice his morality for them, then so be it.

Socially speaking, Ryker isn't the most eloquent of people, not by a lightyear. If he's not suffering from word vomit, then he's barely managing to spit a word out. Which is weird, because everything's always so perfectly clear in his head and when he writes things down. There must be some faulty wiring along the way to his mouth, because seriously, how does he end up talking about septic tanks when he's making a point about gravity anchors?

Nestled right in the middle of luxury and poverty, smack dab on the isle of contentment, Ryker has always believed what he had was enough. He may not have enjoyed the indulgence the Inquisitors' children likely had, but he was more than happy never to have wanted for anything. He has a loving family—which not a lot can say—and a small but tight-knit group of friends. Even his cousin Emerson, troublesome as she was, always had his back. She was the pesky little sister he pretends to never have wanted but was really glad to have.

Ryker saw no fault in the current regime, no cause for worry over the heavy-handedness of the Inquisitors. Their system wasn't perfect, but it's worked so far. And more importantly, they held the prosperity of humanity within highest regard. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

There was nothing about quaint Port Hope that he would change.

But then his cousin was thrown in jail, and in his efforts to clear her name, he was forced to look at everything he had been trying not to see. His perfect Port never was; just another of his idealist delusions. In truth, the Inquisitors were tyrannical and self-serving, their laws existing only to cater to their unreasonable demands. They treated their people as expendable; they would sacrifice anything and everything in their pursuit of progress.

It was easier to accept the Inquisitor's rule when he had no reason to doubt their intentions, but there was no way he could turn a blind eye now.

Ryker felt duty-bound to take a stand, but he didn't agree with the violent ways of AEGIS, the rebellion coalition his cousin had entangled herself with. Instead, he made an effort to start a peaceful movement, in the only way he knew how. Under a pseudonym, Ryker circulated a public petition calling for transparency, for equality, for the voice of all people to be heard. He criticized the Inquisitors' amoral methods and beseeched the people of Port Hope to stand together.

His political piece gained some ground immediately, but the Inquisitors quelled it just as quickly.

Three days after publication, two soldiers greeted him at his doorstep. Before he knew it, they were dragging him away from his already brokenhearted mother, forced to see her other child thrown in jail.

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Emerson Penelope Knox

Em, Emmy - People who like her.
Knox - People who don't like her.
Penelope - People who want her to hate them.
Fuck! - People who were chasing her but can't find her anymore.

April 3

Female

16

Bisexual

Treason, theft, arms trafficking

Seven months

Helping draft schematics for biotechs or blueprints for the station

tbd

Her parents are researchers, probably. They always have those lab coats on. Also, they're full-time Inquisitor suck-ups.

Spatial and visual acuity. Emerson has keen eyesight and can process, generate, and retain well-structured visual cues easily. Most of what she can do derives from her unusually high visual-spatial intelligence, like:

• Great sense of direction. Emerson doesn't get lost; she'll never forget a place after visiting it once.
• Accurate measurements. She can accurately measure distances and lengths without needing to rely on instruments.
• Drawing. Emerson thinks in pictures and expresses better in pictures as well. She's pretty sure she can illustrate what she's feeling better than she can explain it.
• Precision. She may or may not have practiced with the weapons she steals, but she'll have you know, she's a very good shot.

A little firecracker with a rebellious streak and a deep-seated hatred for the Inquisitors. Emerson stirs up trouble for fun and attention and because she can get away with it. Flippant is her default state and playful is her backup. Everything's a game to her. Running away from five armed guards? Nope, it's just a challenging game of tag. Sneaking in and out of an armory with a bagful of weapons? Hide and seek. After going through some existential depression crap (and only at age ten; she's such an early bloomer), Emerson sort of noped out of taking anything seriously. The way she sees it, fate's been screwing with her all her life. Might as well get in on the fun.

But watch out: she'll fool you into thinking she doesn't care when she really does. A bit too much. Emerson hides behind snark and sass and defiant grins because underneath is a bleeding heart that's easy to sway. There's a reason for the tall walls of frivolity she built around herself—they help keep people away so she doesn't get attached. Because if she does, she will die for you or kill for you, and she's not sure she wants to find out which one she'll end up doing.

Emerson's got a thing for protecting the underdog, a short temper, and a tendency to disregard limits; all the makings of a trouble magnet with a death wish. Nothing fazes her, so she thinks that means she can do anything. It works out best for everyone if she has an anchor by her side—someone to pull her down when she's ready to fly to the sun.

Emerson's got a mother and a father, but they're too busy doing the Inquisitors' bidding to do much parenting. So instead, they left her under the care of her aunt and Emerson has been living with them ever since. The only times she ever sees her parents are on the first of every month, during which they take her to a facility and do a bunch of weird diagnostic crap on her. They would ask her questions a therapist might, perform health checkups, and "put her abilities to the test." She was instructed never to tell a soul about what transpired between, and she never did. No one would believe her anyway.

Back when she didn't know any better, she was excited for the beginning of each month. Emerson never questioned them. All that mattered to her was that she got to spend time with her parents. She loved her aunt and uncle more than the galaxy, but they were Ryker's parents and she didn't want to steal them from him. What she wanted was for her own parents to love her back, so she did her best to please them. If acing their weird tests made them proud, then she was going to kick ass on them.

But then she turned ten and she knew better.

The day before her monthly meeting with her parents, Emerson was kidnapped ("scouted") by two members of AEGIS—then a small, wannabe syndicate made up of criminals and outcasts tired of the Inquisitors' rule and looking to revolt. They explained to her what her parents were doing, why they were doing it, and who they were doing it for: Inquisitors, Inquisitors, Inquisitors.

Turned out her parents were Eugenics test subjects, chosen by the Inquisitors as the most genetically compatible man and woman ranked highest in visual-spatial intelligence. The hypothesis was that their child should be born with advanced visual and spatial acuity, matching or surpassing their own. They would have to test the child to be sure; track its progress and hone its abilities so that in the future, it may serve the Inquisitors.

So basically, they were saying she was engineered to be a tool for the Inquisitors.

AEGIS left her with a choice before sending her back. They will leave her alone and she can continue to be an experiment; or, she can help them take down the Inquisitors.

Emerson spent nearly a year mulling over her decision, but the more first of the months that came by, the more she became disenchanted with her parents. By the end of the year, she was tired of thinking. She chose the lesser of two evils—the scumbags over her parents—and spent the next five years of her life with AEGIS, gladly causing trouble for the Inquisitors at every turn.

Her parents caught onto her shenanigans when she failed to attend their monthly diagnostics for the first time. Emerson was never caught red-handed, mind you, but her parents could easily piece two and two together. Firearms stolen from hidden armories no one should have been able to find, the small culprit managing to outmaneuver guards who know the sectors by heart, known traitors looting Inquisitor compounds too efficiently, as though they knew every inch of the domain.

They turned Emerson in as soon as they found out.