[CHAR] Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

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Drei T. Reinhardt

Age

26

Gender

Male

Appearance

Before his many body augmentations, Drei was still quite a large man. His body had little fat, along with large and defined musculature. Now the only muscles Drei has are in his torso, his four limbs having been completely replaced. Most of his pale Caucasian skin has also been replaced with a black high strength dermal armor, up to the top of the neck where it grafts with the skin at the jaw. The hair on top of Drei's head is a jet black in color, always cut fairly short. He has a masculine facial bone structure with high cheekbones, a wide and square jaw, and a strong, cleft chin. His eyes have both been replaced with black computerized prosthetics with golden pupils, with six thin blue lines leading from the pupil to the back of the eye, spaced evenly apart. Drei's nose, once proudly chiseled, is now crooked from being broken twice in fights. His thin lips are more often than not pulled into a grin, and his thin angled eyebrows frame his face well.

Height

207 cm

Weight

137 kg

Personality

Drei is a gruff man, having been in the Military Police nearly all his life. That isn't to say he's opposed to having a good time, he just has his own way of doing that. Drei loves fighting more than anything, and is always looking for challenges. He is quick tempered, arrogant, narcissistic, and generally an all around asshole (because someone has to play "that guy") which often leads to more fights.

Bio

Drei was born in the Political Ring, into a family with a long tradition of joining the Military Police. His father had already attained a high rank, and so life was very good for young Drei. As he grew, Drei always looked up to his father, listening in awe to tales of his heroic conquests over the despicable Children of the Dark. He knew he would one day be like his father, out on the streets capturing these terrorists.

As he went through his educations, Drei trained his body physically every day. By the time he was old enough to join the force Drei was a model of strength, nearly unbeatable in close quarters combat. As he advanced in his career and increased his rank, Drei began augmenting his body so as to be more suited to fighting the mutants in the city. He ended up replacing his limbs, eyes, and even some internal organs, becoming an even more lethal force. Today Drei holds the rank of Sergeant Major and enjoys his job hunting down the Children of the Dark.

Skills

Drei is near unbeatable in hand to hand combat, using both his tech and his favorite elements from multiple martial arts.

Drei is able to fly, and is nimble as fuck in the air. Screw parkour.

Drei is able to sustain large amounts of damage to his body and continue fighting.

Thanks to his strength, doors pose no issue. What is "lock pick"?

Tech

Panoptes Eye Prosthetic
Drei's "all-seeing" eyes. These prosthetics have multiple filters that allow Drei to sift through the entire spectrum of radiation as he wishes. Along with this these eyes have a built in Fog Detector which allows Drei to ascertain the whereabouts of nearby Children of the Dark.

Ear Prosthetic
The mechanical ears Drei had replace his originals, these hemishperical prosthetics are capable of picking up sound from twice the distance and over a much greater range of frequencies. His radio system is built into the ears, as is a sonar system with feedback to his eyes in order to create a motion tracking grid.

Achilles Dermal Armor
The armor which covers Drei's body, preventing a large amount of kinetic and thermal damage. It is grounded to prevent electrical damage, and emp shielded to protect his limbs and prosthetic organs.

Atlas Arm Prosthetics
These mechanical arms have replaced Drei's  original ones. They offer unparalleled strength, allowing Drei to punch, lift, and grip things with twenty times the force of organic human arms. Along with increased strength, the arms feature impact dampaners to reduce recoil and stun knuckles for non-lethal takedowns.

Atalanta Leg Prosthetics
The fastest legs on the market, allowing Drei to outrun most criminals with ease and inhuman speed. These legs are capable of sustaining falls from up to ten meters, and can jump up to three meters. Not only are they capable of mobility, they are lethal in combat as well.

Cardio Prosthetic
This synthetic heart has a higher blood capacity than the human heart and a stronger pump, delivering blood through his body with greater ease. The heart has a built in adrenal dispenser which Drei can activate at will for bursts of energy.

Respiratory Prosthetic
These lungs are primarily used for the mitigation of gas attacks, as they filter oxygen out of nearly anything in the air. The oxygen intake is therefore also increased, as oxygen is separated from gases such as carbon dioxide as well to use. This increases Drei's vitality and decreases his fatigue rate.

Gae Bulg Pile-Bunkers
These four hydraulic rods are built into Drei's limbs, custom fitted into the prosthetics. In the arms these pile-bunkers are mounted in the forearm, with an opening in the palm and elbow for the rod to protrude from. In the legs they are located in the shins, where they can exit from the knee and bottom of the feet. These pile-bunkers extend two feet out of his prosthetics, and impact with almost twice the force of his punches.

Icarus Thrusters
This network of high intensity swiveling thrusters has been implanted in numerous places on Drei's body. Starting from the top, these thrusters are located on the front and back of each shoulder, the back of both elbows and on each palm, the front and back of the hips, and on the bottom of both feet. These thrusters have multiple strength and focus levels, which allows Drei to use them for combat as well as maneuvering.

Possessions

Standard MP holotag, worn proudly around his neck.

Two ballistic revolvers, modeled after the old Chiappa Rhino and chambered for .44 caliber ammunition.
Other

Extended heavy use of his prosthetics causes a build up of excess heat, which must be vented through the limbs if Drei doesn't want his prosthetics to malfunction.

Drei's prosthetics are manufactured with a superalloy comprised of tantalum, magnesium, tungsten, and chromium. This allows the prosthetics a balance of high tensile and yield strength, a high melting point, and impressive corrosion/wear resistance.

Although his body is heavily protected, Drei's head is still unshielded. His eyes and ears are susceptible to emp damage, and will need to reboot if they are exposed to an emp.

Bunny

Age

"Never ask a lady that."

Gender

Female

Appearance

Bunny is a petite woman, her small frame often used to her advantage while escaping from anyone who might want her contained. She has little fat, though also no defined musculature, giving her a feminine appearance despite her flat chest and buttocks.

Height

174 cm

Weight

72 kg

Personality

Bunny is a generally calm and kind woman, and she cares deeply about saving other Children of the Dark. She is reluctant to make personal connections with people, as they have always ended up dying on her. This has made her a bit jaded to death when it does occur close to her, although she is still able to have a good time when the opportunity presents itself. She often portrays a jovial exterior, but those who have gotten to know her understand she is a very serious person.

Bio

"It's a long story, maybe another time."

Skills

Bunny is good at free running. Fighting? Not so much.

Stealth has always been a large part of her existence as she is a high profile "terrorist".

She is an amazing pickpocket.

While not great at fighting, she does know a good deal about rebel tactics.

Power

Bunny has the ability to teleport, or "Hop" freely between any shadow or place devoid of light which she has seen (and she's lived in Domino for quite some time). This teleportation can be instantaneous or delayed, and while Bunny is in the dimension through which she travels her wounds are healed. Along with this, she is able to bring others with her so long as they stand within the same shadow, though they are essentially frozen in time during the Hop. Some reports have given circumstantial evidence that this is not the full extent of her powers, though no confirmation has been given by eyewitnesses.

Drawback

Every Hop fatigues Bunny upon reentry, the fatigue is greater upon further distances, and multiplies with each person brought along. Bunny's wounds are not healed instantly upon Hopping, she must delay her reentry in order for them to have time to heal.

Possessions

Two smoke grenades

Two emp grenades

Twenty throwing knives

One MP radio transmitter

One Fog detector

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Name: Jericho Mason

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:  

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 150 lbs

Personality: Jericho is a cheery, pleasant, and cautious young man. A rookie on the force, he barely has a weeks worth of detail under his belt. Sharp, intelligent, and cunning, Jericho unfortunately lacks a lot of street smarts. He blindly puts his faith in authority and in his superiors, and truly believes that destroying the Children of Darkness will keep people safe. He has not met any thus far, but propaganda is a powerful tool, and has shaped Jericho since he was young. He is a very moral man, however, disapproving of theft, murder, hacking, and other serious crimes. His greatest wish is to protect and support his family and the many others in Domino City, though it is clear he has a lot to learn.

Bio: Jericho was born in the R&D ring to a wealthy family. His father was an inventor, his mother a pharmacist. Both were kind, upstanding citizens who raised their three children, Ramah, Nineveh, and Jericho. Ramah, the eldest brother, was sharp and sly, and took an interest in politics. Nineveh, the only daughter, was childish and longed to become and actress. And Jericho, the youngest, initially wanted to become an inventor like his father.

But things fall apart in Domino City, and not even the wealthy are safe from bad fortune. Jericho's father and mother were killed during an explosion that caused a small outbreak of the mutagen, and his sister Nineveh went blind from exposure. The incident was branded as a terrorist attack by Children of Darkness sympathizers, leading to a police crackdown. Ramah, now an adult, worked to take care of his younger siblings, securing a job as aide to a prominent politician. Nineveh was no longer able to support herself with her frail body, moved to the Political Ring with her older brother, and Jericho tried to pick up the pieces. Determined to not allow any other families be destroyed by mindless violence, he applied for a job as a security officer, eventually moving up from security to the main taskforce. Now, like many others, he works to hunt the Children of Darkness, believing them to be harmful terrorists or mindless monsters. Though inexperienced, he is highly determined, and values truth, honor, and security over power or freedom.

Skills: Having worked in his father's footsteps from a young age, Jericho has an astute knowledge of machinery and computers, particularly nano machines. He design his suit himself, going off of his father's initial designs. The suit he considers a prototype, hoping to improve it by field testing it on his missions. In addition, he is well versed in ancient religions, and considers himself a deist. He is aware of basic first aid, and has an average understanding of health and anatomy. His social skills, particularly with girls, could clearly use a touch up.

Tech: His armor is made of a network of self-replicating nano machines, who create a kevlar-like armor that can stop bullets, absorb kinetic and plasma energy, and is even water and fire proof. However, it is weak to electricity, and needs to recharge once every 48 hours, or the nano machines cease replicating. They are not fully immune to damage, and the suit can be broken or torn if there is enough stress. Generally, however, the nano machines replicate quickly enough to repair any damage to the overall suit. His nano suit also has camouflaging capabilities, though they can't hide his thermal signature. His suit can deactivate and retreat to a his belt, boots, and gloves for easy access and storage. The facial screen turns clear to show his face when speaking to others.

In addition, he wears a type of lens in his eye that acts as night vision, thermal vision, and facial recognition. The lens is so thin that it blends right into his iris, and is almost impossible to detect.

He wears an earpiece that acts as a phone, a video and voice recorder, and allows him to communicate with members of his team.

For weapons, he carries a standard issue plasma pistol, 2 stun grenades, an expandable electric baton, and a serrated combat knife, no mods. Because it's good to carry a backup in case all that tech fails.

Possessions: 
- A bronze locket that he carries with him at all times, containing a holographic picture of his family.
- A "lucky" Captain Domino action figure he keeps in his locker.
-SeReNaI, or Self-Replicating Nano Intelligence. An artificial intelligence unit contained in a microchip in his collar that manages the programming and maintenance of the Nano Suit. 

Other: Jericho is incredibly naive around women, having had little luck in talking to them outside his family and Serenai.
He also can't hold his liquor, and is scared of heights. Has a soft spot for small animals, children, pretty girls, and computers. He is on good terms with his brother, but suspects he's not always as honest or clean as he appears. Has a major sweet tooth.

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Name: Gregor Cross

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance:




Height:
5'9"

Weight:
166lbs

Personality: Gregor is a pragmatic man, not concerned with niceties or due process in favor of doing what is necessary for the good of the city. His morality is fairly questionable, willing to overlook a lot in the name of the greater good for folks, whatever that might be defined as. While not outright corrupt, he is flexible, and can often overlook a lot in favor of getting the bigger fish, as the saying goes. Sure, some small fry might be able to skip out, but get the big ones and the little ones are left without their grand leadership. He can justify just about any of his actions through clever wording and rather flexible definitions on the rule of law. It's never theft, just reallocation of resources for State use. Murder is resisting arrest, Gregor really has no problem with bending the rules to bring in the worst. Fight fire with fire, as they say.

Bio:
Gregor was born to a gang leader, his mother a clerk within the Police force who was used for her contacts and information she could feed to her husband to keep him out of reach of the police while living in above average housing, out of reach of the leaking barriers of the city. He was orphaned rather quickly when his parents were caught in an information exchange and killed in the crossfire, leaving him orphaned and growing up in such an orphanage before joining the police force, going through their academy at the young age of 18 years old. At first, he would be a model cop, upholding every law in the fullest and trying to be the model police officer for the force. But he kept running into red tape and never catching the important targets when so many small fish and sheer numbers of petty criminals got in the way of his work.

Gregor started bending in small spots, figuring he could stop after getting who he needed to get to. But it got surprisingly easier, letting the small ones slip by in return for getting better info on the bigger ones, and his ability to flex the rules only grew, as did his pragmatism, especially after undergoing the intensive operations and gene therapy to increase his speed and agility. Some might blame that program, but it was a long, steady slide down a dark and slippery slope that Gregor fell along. He wasn't corrupt to the point of ignoring any crime for the right price, but he was playing with the rules in a dangerous way, too far and he would be no better than the criminals that he was going after. And in regards to Children of the Dark, he had hunted his fair share, they were typically innocent of any crime except existing, but there was no lee way with them, so that was that. He reached a firm, but dead end, posting as a detective in the force, where he was happy to relax and work at, having plenty of freedom of operation to do what he saw fit to solve cases and hunt the Children when they cropped up.

Skills:
Close Quarters Battle
Tracking
Operating Technical Devices
Detective Work

Tech:
Genetic Overhaul Program - Gregor is one of the first successful graduates of the GOP, or Genetic Overhaul Program, which was implemented to give certain members of the force an edge over increasingly dangerous Children of the Dark that normal tech could not, alone, overcome. The program intended to enhance agility or strength through genetic conditioning, eliminating genes that negatively impacted these traits while promoting the growth of genes that did. The initial tests failed miserably, but in time, at least by the time Gregor enrolled, it was finally becoming reliable. Gregor has inhuman speed and grace, although his metabolism is far higher to make up for the increased energy consumption.

Domino City Police Department Armor - Gregor's personal variation on the DCPD uniform, primarily to compensate for, and make up for, the enhanced agility. The armor itself uses a unique hard plate design over the vital areas, with an impact gel weaved in between the plates to compensate for the kinetic energy of rounds as well as absorb the energy from attacks that burn through the plates. Ironically, rounds that are potent enough to punch through the plate aren't remotely affected by the gel layer. Beyond his body armor, he has external mechanical amplifiers that enhance his strength without affecting his agility in a fight, and can be disabled and detached without slowing him down, if need be. Lastly of unique note is his helmet, which covers multiple spectrums of vision as well as providing protection against gasses and other harmful effects aimed at visual or respiratory systems.

M4X Match Carbine - Gregor took a personally bought match grade carbine near the beginning of his career and has been retooling and improving upon it over the past twenty years. The open holographic sight on top provides a clear sight picture of anything he is aiming at, while not forcing him to tunnel vision on a single target, while the combined laser/flashlight on the barrel of the weapon can be changed out at a whim. The weapon's integral suppressor reduces recoil, flash, and sound by redirecting the gasses of the round, while utilizing an integral magnetic charger to recover from any losses normally caused by the suppressor. Each round is match grade armor piercing, and the recoil dampening system in the stock helps make the weapon surprisingly dangerous despite overtly appearing to be a moderately altered carbine.

Possessions:
Secure PDA
Pack of Cigars
Lighter
Keys to his patrol vehicle

Other: Practices a form of close combat that focuses solely on killing someone as fast as possible, with whatever he can get his hands on. Whether this means literally killing someone with their shattered arm, or otherwise, each move is designed to maximize damage, and minimize the amount of time spent in a fight.

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Name: Light

Age: 24 

Gender: Female

Appearance: Light is a pure white humanoid figure. Her head is a large spherical shape with no nose, very large black and orange eyes, short blue hair, fin like ears, and a very very skinny neck. She has a noticeable hourglass shape to her due to her hips and chest. She has skinny biceps with large forearms and hands with pointed fingers. She wears a white dress with blue trim and a blue tanktop, the dress having an 'M' cut pattern in the front to reveal her legs, which look normal besides the bottom leg ending at a sharp point where her foot would be.

Height: 1.6 meters

Weight: Varies, usually around 60kg.

Personality: Light is a carefree, playful, lax, honest sort of person. She tends to view everything as a game and as such, usually has a poor grasp on long standing consequences. She also tends to try to be friends with anyone she finds interesting and isn't much in the habit of making enemies with people unless they wrong her first. While coming off as goofy, snarky, or michevious, under her playful persona is an incredibly intelligent person who will give you A Bad Time if you make her angry. Course shes sorta lazy in that regard, so it takes a lot to get her to that point.					

Bio: Light, being an obvious Child of the Dark due to her strange appearance, has a difficult time staying in one part of Domino city for very long. This makes her more of a rumor than anything when compacted with the fact that she tends to help those in trouble if shes in the area or cheer up those who are downtrodden. While a bit weary of the military police, she isn't against helping them out if they're in trouble, just as long as they don't try to capture her. She tends to help other Children of the Dark though as they tend to be the ones in more trouble than the police however.

Skills: Intelligent
Genre Savvy
Observant
And boy oh boy, don't make her angry. Unless you wanna have A Bad Time. Seriously, you really don't wanna have a Bad Time.

Power:
Toonforce
Light has the powers, physics, ext... of a toon.

Toon Regeneration: Its said that its nearly impossible to kill a toon, and thats true in the case of Light. While she still takes damage as normal and can be knocked out like normal (and sometimes even easier than most people), she can regenerate from any aliment, including being vaporized, her mind shattered or erased, her spirit taken out of her body, ext... She regenerates by 'popping' back to her normal state after a bit of taking no damage, sometimes having bandages or something on her that indicates what she was last hit by. While she can regenerate from pretty much any state, more extreme states or supernatural states take her more time to regenerate from, especially nonlethal states such as being turned into a kid, ext... She can probably still be killed by cosmic forces though, maybe...

Toon Physics: Physics affect Light differently since she is a cartoon. This means...
Light's body 'stretches', usually in moments of rapid acceleration or if she is being pulled on from two sides. Her normal movements look cartoony as well. Her body can stretch and grow to hit something, but she can't stretch more than 1/5th of a meter in this way.
If Light walks off a high point, such as a cliff, but is unaware that she is walking off of an edge, she will continue to walk on air as if it was ground. When she realizes she is no longer on solid ground, she will fall like normal.
While falling, Light can stop when approaching the ground to readjust where she will land, before continuing to fall at the rate she was falling before she stopped.
Injuries affect her differently than normal. For example, being caught up in an explosive causes her to appear ash covered before possibly breaking apart into a pile of ash, or being crushed causing her to become a pancake, ext...
Light can't bleed.
If Light is hit by a sharp object or a hot object on her backside, she'll be propelled away from the object, usually on fire if it was a hot object.
If Light places her finger inside the barrel of a gun, she will cause the gun to misfire.
Eating very spicy things will let Light breath fire, while also running around wildly looking for water.
If stuck in hostile environments for long periods, Light will adapt to the environment and be able to function in it like normal.
For some reason, her eyeballs are far, far more durable than the rest of her body.
Light can pick up enchanted/DNA objects that other people usually wouldn't be allowed to pick up. However she will not gain the benefit from said objects unless she herself would fit the criteria for the enchantment/lock.
Light can parkour on walls for extended periods before falling.
Light has full control over her body pieces if she is chopped up. Sometimes she will form into tiny versions of herself is she is smashed or shattered, reforming after a bit of time running around.
Light herself is extremely resistant to reality changing attacks or attacks formed from reality warping.
Its very obvious to those around her when Light is dizzy, confused, knocked out, stunned, has an idea, ext.. due to various things appearing over her head depending on the state.
Things get confusing if Light is chased into a hallway with many doors...
If chasing something that is taking off from the ground, Light can step on the air for a time in order to chase them, but will eventually fall.
Light can additionally stall an impending fall by flapping or flailing her arms for a few seconds.
Can dress up in a disguise to fool the weak minded.
You REALLY don't wanna eat her unless you want her walking around inside your head freely.
A Shadow of Impending Doom appears below Light when an object is falling on her.
Light leaves an imprint of herself if she impacts the ground from a high height. Ditto if she runs through a wall.
Entering alternate dimensions or worlds that have something similar to what Light can do will often have Light take on that appearance. Or if a dimension calls for a certain kind of thing, IE its all underwater life or all anthropomorphic animals or something.
Among other nuances I might have forgotten.


Toon Strength: Light can exhibit enormous strength for her small frame. This strength is tied to her emotions, and if shes sad, she loses a massive amount of strength.

Toon Speed: Light exhibits short bursts of speed, using it to either dodge attacks or run at decent speeds. While she can dodge bullets with no problems with this, actual running speed Light is notably faster, but not anywhere near speedster territory (not that much faster than a top speed car). She can only dodge a few attacks every so often, and only if shes aware of the attacks. Outside of this, Light isn't very fast at all.

ACME Magic Satchel: Light can store and pull various objects from her dress. Stored objects are placed in an 'inventory' of sorts (Limit 5) and she can call upon them at will by pulling them out of her dress. She can additonally pull objects from her dress without storing them first. These items are adorned with an ACME logo and are completely random, are often cartoony or have a horrendous backfire effect, and as the name suggests, usually (But not always) explode in her face if held too long, even non lethal things such as pies! Storing a random object doesn't allow her to call it at will, and she can only pull a few random objects every 10 minutes, the cooldown reduced by her putting back said random objects. Light can't store living objects.

Portable Hole: Light can pull a black circular hole from her dress, allowing her to teleport to anywhere within her sightlines upon placing and entering it. The entrance and exit holes can be placed on anything, including air or space, but there is a noticable delay of her coming out of the exit hole if its not located on a surface. Only Light and objects stored in her Magic Satchel can go inside her holes.

Toon Touch: Being a toon, Light reacts to normal reality strangely and tends to bring things to her state of reality. When touching something, it is unable to receive energy from outside sources. This gives her touch some sort slight of a 'creepy' feeling. Additionally if shes in constant contact with something for extremely extended periods it will start to go through the stages of turning into a toon with no beneficial powers, and eventually fade from reality altogether (A massive amount of time. Probably a few weeks.), maybe going to a different dimension entirely? If Light stops touching the object at any point, it will regain its energy at its normal rate and basically reset their reality back to normal after a very short amount of time if it didn't disappear. Until its reality is restored, it can't gain energy from outside sources. This power is always on and Light has no control over its intensity.


Drawback: Light takes extra damage from attacks due to her cartoon physics.
Light is weak to gas, poison, ext type attacks, and it doesn't take much of a substance to have an effect on her.
Light has an exceptionally difficult time breaking herself free of anything that binds her movement. Being encased in ice, tied down, stuck in a net, ext...
TDLR: Light is very easy to incapacitate for a time. Tape especially is pretty nasty.
A vast majority of her toon powers are tied to her emotional state, and most of them don't work well if she is feeling sad or depressed.
Light plays with her opponents instead of fights them seriously unless they make her extremely angry. If she is annoyed with someone she'll start showing Genre Savvy type of playful fighting however.
Light is very gullible due to her silly/playful/lazy persona, especially if she doesn't know or think poorly of someone. Shes not easy to directly turn on her friends though. She is also easy to talk down from a fight unless she is really angry.
Light often tries to be friends with her opponents if she thinks she can.
Light is unable to use Energy based weapons due to Cartoon physics, and ballistic based weapons have less power and speed if used by her. Bombs still have their full power, but a drastically reduced blast radius.
Light is very easily distracted by music or other fun things unless she is really angry.
Objects falling tend to home in slightly on Light, showing their Shadows of Impending Doom under her. Likewise occasionally Light will be hit by a falling anvil, safe, or piano out of nowhere. It probably came from a plane, probably.
Light is on the wrong end of the luck spectrum, and often is seen as having 'bad luck' that only affects her, especially if its bad luck that leads to slapstick.
Light is very slow to anger.


Possessions: None

Other: Light is made for slapstick, so autohit slapstick is fine by me.

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"Since men created me does that make them Gods? Does this make me an angle born to carry out their orders? If the children of dark are the enemy does that make them demons?"

Name:
Odin

Age:
Appears to be in his Mid 20s but ages at an extremely slow rate.

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Slick black hair and eyes to match. Odin doesn't exactly have eyes, well pupils to be exact. He has eye balls but that's mainly it. His four limbs are prosthetics made from Magnesium Alloy which will be explained more in Tech. He also has two slots on his cheek for flash drives.

Height:
5'9"

Weight:
110lbs

Personality:
Odin is border line emotionless. He barely show signs for sympathy and follows every order that's carried out to him. Sometimes he doesn't care about small things and that sometimes leads to him ignoring murder. He'd just see it has a predator killing its prey, the circle of life. Odin is often deep in thought and loves to keep to himself. Though he knows he was created and can potential regain his memories he doesn't aim to do so. 

Bio:
Odin doesn't know of his past but knows that he can't go back to it now. For one thing he does know that he wasn't originally a cyborg. The knowledge he received tells him so, but doesn't try to get into more depth about things that relate to what he is. He believes knowing his past wouldn't change anything so he completely stopped thinking about it. His only objective is the present and future.

Skills:
•Even if he's almost 25% human he's still human, that means he has the potential to learn and become better at something. 

•Odin is a perfect Strategist since he has a brain that can possibly calculate a plan for a situation that calls for one.

•Skilled in May Thai and knows Basic Karate, Kung Fu and a bit of Judo and Tai Chi.

Tech:
•Prosthetic Magnesium Alloy limbs
The alloy that makes up his limbs are the strongest and lightest alloy known to man. Stronger than titanium and lighter than aluminum. They are not simply attached to his upper body but are apart of him like true real limbs. Ripping them off would be as tough as it would be for a normal person getting their limbs ripped off. Although it is a bit harder to do so.

•Cyborg
Odin is basically not human anymore. His original body being only a torso and a head. With science he was successful transformed to a living human computer. The process destroyed a lot of his nerves and possibly his brain before it was altered to be compatible with the prosthetic limbs. Since his torso is still flesh he can be stabbed or shot and bleed. This can cause him to tire out which normal doesn't happen. 

•Enhancements 
With his new limbs he's now able to run, lift, and bend beyond the human limitations. No that doesn't mean he can matrix and dodge bullets like zero. That simple means he has a higher chance of surviving a lot of things that would be considered fatal to men.

•Genius level Intellect
Odin's brain has been altered to control his prosthetic limbs which causes his brain to use less energy then it usually uses sending messages to four human limbs. In response the energy used to run the limbs that's left over stays directly within the brain that helps him process things on a genius level. That and something similar to a computer software was implanted within his brain. This doesn't give him telekinesis or anything either, he's just really smart and knows a lot due to his brain and the computer software filling him with as much knowledge as possible. 

Possessions:
None as of Now

Other:
•He may be a Cyborg but he is still able to procreate. I did say only his limbs are prosthetics after all. 

•Doesn't need food to survive but can still eat, on the other hand he can still dehydrate so he does need water at some point.

•Rocket Launchers, Very large concentrated volts of electricity(Lightening), A Bullet to the head, and acid are seriously problematic things for Odin that can be fatal or really lethal for him.

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Name: Leila Rose

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Height: 5'2

Weight: 110 lbs

Personality: Leila is quiet and reserved, for the most part. She usually isn't the first to strike a conversation amongst strangers, but that doesn't mean she will ignore those who approach her. Leila enjoys pursuing goals for herself and helping others achieve theirs, and she's spent the majority of her life doing just that. She's a rather ambitious girl and believes life is meaningless without having a personal objective.

Bio: Born into a family of farmers in the Agriculture Ring, Leila often ventured to either neighboring district to find an adventure of her own. She lived with her parents as well as her uncle, her father's only remaining brother. With no siblings of her own, she would spend most of her time at home outside interacting with the various animals they owned. She found it easy to get along with them and she swore they were the best friends anyone could ever hope for her. They listened to her problems, weren't judgmental, and even comforted her in their own ways at times when she was filled with despair.

One evening while she was out, the day after her 14th birthday, her home was raided. She came back only to find total destruction as well as the blood of her loved ones scattered throughout the house. She rushed outside, but there was no sign of her family or any of their animals for that matter. After the initial shock of what she had just seen subsided, Leila came to the conclusion that she wasn't safe in her own home anymore. She ran upstairs, grabbed the locket she had in her room, and hurried outside before she herself became the next victim.

It took a few weeks of being homeless, suffering from starvation and exposure to the harsh weather along the way, before Leila was taken in by a nice quiet family of 4. She was flooded with grief when they found her, but the pain slowly eased with time. The parents as well as the brother and sister got along with her very well, any there wasn't any resentment or hostility towards one another. They were farmers as well, although they lived nearly on the other side of the ring from where her home was. For the next couple of years, a good chunk of her free time was then spent sneaking around the various districts attempting to find the individuals responsible for her family's murder. When she wasn't out and about, she spent some time researching and digging for information that may be of use to her in her quest for vengeance. 

At the age of 17, she moved out on her own and got a job as a personal assistant to some scientist from the Corporate Ring. Her life goals slightly shifted as she finally realized that she may never get her revenge, and she's now focused on pursuing her own dreams.

Skills: A quick runner and an increased intelligence level.

Power: Leila has the ability to influence another person's current thoughts and emotions as well as implant false memories into that person's mind. In order for this to occur though, she must have some sort of physical contact with that individual, even if it's for a split second. Unfortunately, as time goes by, Leila's influence over her target decreases and confusion will temporarily set in before they recognize what's happened to them. Recovery time varies purely by individual.

Drawback: If a person's mind is stronger than her own and able to repel the attack, then she herself will be hit with whatever memory or emotion had been generated. Repeated use of this ability causes Leila to have extreme headaches and sometimes, she absorbs her target's own memories which, depending on the situation, may or may not stay with her permanently. Additionally, this ability doesn't work on cyborgs or androids as the target must have a purely organic brain structure. 

Possessions: A silver locket that's been passed down by generations holding an image of her parents.

Other: N/A

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Name: Chaz Rolender
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140
Personality: Chaz is mostly A nice person who doesn't really make friends. He often stops to help people out when he can, but doesn't allow people to get close to him in case they discover his secret. Because of this, he remains closed off from most people. However for those who do manage to enter into the realm of madness know as his circle of friends, they find a crazy, helpful,  playfully insulting (he NEVER harms anyone with his words, he views that as just wrong), and scary person is hidden behind the calm exterior. Very few have seen Chaz get truly mad, and none have walked away from his direct anger. 

When it come to the government, Chaz is very much against the way they handle thing in some areas, and very supportive in others. He would much rather have the government just keep a registry of the CotD then hunt them down. Just like you would keep a registry of people with a weapons permit. His views on other areas are similar, if it doesn't cause a problem, then it shouldn't be seen as a problem.

Bio: Chaz grew up in the corporate circle, and has had a relatively normal life. He went to school, learned how to run the family tech store, and got all of the licenses necessary. The only times he has ever had anything out of the ordinary happen is one time, when he was fifteen, his best friend was killed in an accident caused by the MPF, which caused him to close up; and a time when a CotD tried to kidnap him and he turned its own power (the power to cause major allergic reactions) against it, killing it. The fallout of the killing was actually pretty minor as the death was put down as an unlucky accident. 
Skills: Bartering, cooking, organizing, finances, store-keeping/managing, understands how to use any piece of technology that doesn’t interface with the human body, as well most clean (aka doesn't need any extra tools or medical knowledge) interfacing tech. Advanced programming skills and basic electronic skills are also a necessity for his job.
Power: Chaz has the power to identify and copy and other Child of the Dark's power, however he can only identify a persons powers by seeing them; or mimic a persons power if he has touched them, and only for as long as he touched them. This can stack indefinitely, so if he knocks out a CofD, or interacts with them physically then he is building up the amount of time he can use their power. He can store any number of powers.
Drawback: Chaz has a headache that slowly builds up as he absorbs others power. The headache grows in relation to the amount of time he has charged for each power, however the headache goes away as long as he is not charging his power. Each power he charges causes a different headache, and they don't combine. This means that if he charges one power up to the point of a migraine, then goes and starts charging another, then the headache starts at the bottom again. However, if he starts charging the first power again, the headache goes right back to where it was. As of now, this limits him to no more then an hour long charge for any power, as that is all of the pain he can stand. In addition to his personal drawback, while using another's powers, he has all of their drawbacks.
Possessions: In addition to partial ownership of the store (to prevent anything going wrong if his parents died); he has a small amount of saved up wealth; a moderately good condition vehicle custom rigged by hand that he personally maintains; and several household tech devices. Nothing like what the R&D or political circles have (he can't afford it), but a fair amount nonetheless.
Other: Not much more to tell...yet.

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Name: Keith Maguire 

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: His hair seems perpetually wet, and sticks uncomfortably to his scalp. Being slightly overweight, his waist bulges at the stomach and he walks with an odd gait. Hazel eyes, clean shaven face. Despite this, he will always appear tidy, usually in a pin stripe suit.

Height: 5ft 6

Weight: 165 lbs

Personality: No matter what emotional turmoil he’s feeling on the inside, Keith will always project as calm and even tempered on the outside. He will tend to treat all strangers with kindness. He’s also quite interested in architecture – one of the few passions he has in life. 

Bio:

Keith was born with a pretty useful ability, considering he was born in the industrial ring. All large constructions used steel as a foundation, and Keith was able to do his job as a construction worker pretty quickly. Faster work, meant more work, meant more money (as much as you could earn on minimum wage) that he could use to support his horribly disfigured mother. Although the levels of fog at the rim were safe for most people, Keith’s mother reacted adversely to it. Her skin hardened into grey scales, and after years of accumulation she found it impossible to walk. Keith thought that living closer to the centre might cure her, but he didn’t dare risk the move. Plus, as the monster she looked now, Police would be likely to murder her on sight – as they had done to many of his co-workers.

Keith’s life followed a pattern of work, care, sleep, eat and work again, until his mother finally died when he was 28 years old. He lost the will to work so hard, gathering only enough money to feed himself. However, he does believe that everyone in the industrial ring should have the chance to live closer to the centre, so that tragedies like his mother should never reoccur. Every day, he dreams of a situation where this can be possible.

Skills: He knows the infrastructure and floor plan of nearly every building in a 10 mile radius within his home – after all, he was personally part of the construction teams who built them. 

Power: Iron/Steel Manipulation

Drawback:
•	Cannot manipulate metal with an electric current going through it. If an electric current is passed through metal that Keith is manipulating, he will get an electric shock from it 
•	The colder the metal, the slower it will move. Keith cannot move metal that is colder than -1oC 
•	Manipulation range is 100 meter radius 
•	Metal must have some amount of Iron in it, before Keith can manipulate it

Possessions: Nothing out of the ordinary
Other: N/A

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Name: Ayana

Age: 15? 16? 28? Not quite sure. (See: Bio)

Gender: Female (Sexuality: Pansexual)

Appearance:
With hazel eyes and platinum blonde dyed hair, Ayana is pretty much your average girl. No muscles are visible, but she’s not very chubby. Instead, she seems bony. Very bony. Despite this fact, Ayana is pretty strong.

Height: 5’3” (160 cm)

Weight: 115 lbs (52 kg)

Personality: Ayana basically decides who she wants to talk to and who she doesn’t want to when she first meets them. First impressions are a huge deal to Ayana, and if the person doesn’t quite meet her standards, she won’t exactly be friendly to them. When she decides that she likes someone, she’ll open up right away, and “everyone will be my best friend” Also since she is pansexual, she is attracted to basically everyone. You may even catch her staring at a police. 

Bio: Both Ayana's parents abandoned her as soon as she could walk and talk, because they were terrified of her powers hurting them. (See: Power) Basically, they were cowards. Although Ayana never learned how to read the note her parents left her, she still somehow knew that they abandoned her. Because of the fact that she barely remembers her parents, she does not know her birthday, therefore she could be 14 or 30 years old. Ayana's not very disturbed by this, but is willing to punch anyone who asks for her age. 

Ayana is currently living behind a building in the Political Ring, for she had never been able to escape from the feeling she gets when she's nearby her old home. It's almost like a magnetic pull. (See more in: Power) 

Skills: 

Intuition
⌲ Ayana is extremely intuitive, and this was earned from all the days of asking for food and money at the black market. She can tell right away if a person is lying.

Athletic 
⌲ After years running and jumping down the streets, Ayana can now run for average 2 hours without stopping. People may call this her power, but really it's just a result of hard work. 

Power: 

Shape shift
⌲ Ayana is able to shape shift whenever she likes. (More details in: Drawback) When she is in the shape of a bunny, and is enraged, she will have the strength of an average male elephant. 

Drawback:

Shape shift
⌲  She is not very skilled at this power, so so far she is only able to shape shift into bunnies, hamsters, carrots, and iguanas. Yes, I said carrots. When she attempts to shape shift into other 'shapes', there will be a loud bang, and a lot of smoke, but she will stay the same. Also, she has to stay in the shape for at least five minutes before she can change back into her original form. 

Possessions: Ayana wears a tiny (so small it's almost invisible) diamond charm on a necklace. Her dad gave it to her when she was born, and she has not taken it off ever since. 

Other:

*** Creds to @Ambrosiafor helping :) ***

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Name: Nathan Stryder, though he doesn’t go by this name anymore. These days he is known as ‘Zero’ 
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Nathan has a slim, but well honed body. His skin is naturally fair, with sharp features that makes him appear rather good looking. He was born with the naturally dark brown hair that is the symbol of all members of his family. His hair is cut in a messy semi long length that encompasses his face just right, however this isn’t what is most interesting about him as his hair and eyes began to stand out. From birth he was born with Heterochromia iridum:  his left eye was born with a deep icy blue color while his right eye took on an almost shining amber colour. , while as his powers began to grow his hair changed color: it took on an increasingly blonde appearance because it blocked out the ultra violet rays in the atmosphere. On a few places on his body he has various tattoos etched into his skin, though the meaning behind them is something only a few individuals know about. 

He usually wears rather simply clothing: a pair of tight black jeans and a loose white t-shirt and a pair of white and red running shoes. Often he also wears a tanned leather jacket with a hoodie on top of this. He can often be seen wearing a small black and red bag that runs from his right shoulder down his chest and onto his back underneath his left arm. He keeps his tools and ‘board’ along with other trinkets he has or is in the process of developing. In this bag. 

Height: 181 cm
Weight: 75 kg.
Personality: 
Nathan, or rather ‘Zero’ as he goes by these days, can best be summed up in one word: secretive. He rarely, if ever, opens up to anyone, instead he tends to lie and manipulate his way through the crowd. This doesn’t mean that he is a loner, in fact, he can be quite charming: he has figured out how to manipulate those around him into liking him, often cracking jokes or teasing those around him in order to obtain whatever he has in mind at that specific time. But, you should never trust him. For most parts he tends to act rather calm and calculative, measuring everything he can perceive around him before taking any actions. e loves his secrets, so if you dig too deeply into his past or his present you will not like what you find - this also means that while he definitely have friends, even these individuals know anything about him or his past - and if you are counted as one of the few that actually do, well, then you are indeed a very special individual to either have tracked his past down from rumours, tricked it out of him or even braver: gotten him to like you enough to open up to you. 
This secrecy is also why he has decided to abandon his birth name and instead use a code-name. 

Bio: 
Nathan was born into the influential and wealthy family that for generations have stood their ground in Domino City’s political ring. His father as a well respected political and military leader, while his mother was one of Domino city’s leading scientists. Nathan’s life was really set out to be a breeze, an easy and relaxing journey that started from the top and would only get better from there, however, this wasn’t how fate had planned his life.
Because his mother was one of the leading scientists in Domino City in regards to nanotechnology and the impact of the ‘The Dark Fog’ she was often at the outer rim of the city in order to study this mysterious substance. She was, to put it frankly, a workaholic: she continued to continued her research even when the first early signs of pregnancy began to show - however, stubborn as she was she she discarded the first symptoms as merely being the result of excessive stress. It wasn’t until the signs were so clear that even the children began to ask her if it was a boy or a girl. 

At this point it was already too late.

The fetus inside of her had already absorbed too much of The Dark Fog to have caused chronic changes within the unborn child. Yet, miraculously some would say, the only thing that was odd when their newborn boy was his eyes: The left eye was a deep icy blue color while his right eye took on an almost shining amber colour. Relieved that this mutation was the only change that The Dark Fog had seemingly brought with it, his parents decided to raise him as any other child. And what a child young Nathan grew into.
Even from an early age it became apparent that he was different in other ways than just his Heterochromia iridum: his parents soon realised that he had an incredibly gifted mind as well. He easily outsmarted most of his peers and at the young age of just 6 he was already following his mother’s work in science. This fascination with science continued to grow within young Nathan as he became older and smarter. As his genius grew he began to skip classes in school, and at the age of 15 he entered into Domino City’s most prestigious higher education in sciences. However, it was also at this time that he began to notice that he was different than others in more ways than he had originally thought. It started out with minor deviations: items would fly across the room as he tried to reach for them, he would suddenly jump many meters into the air with just the smallest of movements, and he began to notice how his naturally brown hair begun to take on a lighter tone in the tips. Luckily these abnormalities always happened when he was alone, so no one knew about it - and because his family had such a high profile in the social structure of Domino City he wasn’t scanned and whenever someone would raise questions regarding the oddity of things surrounding young Nathan: how sensors would start to go off, or why his hair had begun to turn blonde, his dad always covered for him, shutting down any gossip or probing that would occur. His family simply didn’t want to believe that their perfect son had become one of the abominations that children feared and told nightmarish tales about to each other in order to scare their friends. 

Nathan, on the other hand, was intrigued by what was happening to him. He had always loved that he was special - but not to such an extent as what he really was: to be able to manipulate vectors (something he didn’t initially know, but quickly hypothesised) opened so many possibilities that even he, with all his calculative power, couldn’t fathom how many opportunities was going to be open for him in the future. 
What should be mentioned was that at this point his young mind wasn’t considering the possibilities that actually occurred: instead he thought that he could change the world for the good through the combination of science and his newfound power. 

What he didn’t consider was the prejudice towards The Children of The Dark. 

A few years passed and the now 18 year old Nathan Stryder was enjoying his life filled with science, math, medicine, and knowledge. His abilities had somehow not been discovered, perhaps through a mixture of his parent’s influence and their willingness to turn the blind eye to the signs, his own discretion and a large dose of sheer blind luck. He had continued to hone them over the years and could at this point in his life easily control them.

What unsettled his stable world was the social distress that had been birthed from the existence and hunt of the abominations such as Nathan. While the changes in society wasn’t something that changed drastically since Nathan was born, the constant unrest within Domino City meant that as both sides fought against each other, each for their own cause, it was inevitable that Nathan, the still young Child of Dark, would be included in the conflict.  

It was in the wake of one of the larger conflicts between the police force and The Children of the Dark which resulted in a few dead and many more injured. The security was naturally on high alert following this episode and unlucky for Nathan this unfortunate series of events took place right up to one of the days that he had long awaited with glee as he had always had a fascination with the political world of Domino City - albeit it was nothing more than a hobby for young Nathan. Because of the events that had preceded his trip with his father the level of security at the political center in Domino City was much higher and stricter than it had usually been. This meant that because of this when Nathan went through the security check the Children of the Dark-scanners naturally went off, but this time no matter how hard his dad tried, the security wouldn’t let him go. 
It felt like just minutes later that young Nathan sat on the cold bench in the dark prison cell wondering what had went so wrong for him to be in that situation. 

Even to this day he can hardly remember how long he was imprisoned. It felt like years of interrogation, experimentation, and his family’s sobbing visits. While many would perhaps have given up and left this world broken, Nathan somehow managed to stay somewhat sane. How Nathan managed to escape has become one of his best kept secrets that barely anyone know about, but what is clear is that since his escape the individual known as Nathan Stryder has disappeared in the chaos and ruins his escape created. Instead a Child of the Dark who simply called himself ‘Zero’ took up residence in the Industrial Ring shortly after these events, earning a living by fixing and selling various mechanical merchandise.


Skills: 
Intelligence: Only one word really describes Nathan’s intelligence: genius. Even from a young age he kept surprising those around him and the world of his high levels of intellect that together with his calculative abilities puts him in a class of his own when it comes to raw intelligence that has yet to let him down. His intelligence has given him proficiencies in a wide array of different fields ranging from medicine, technology and science to something as diverse as lock-picking and sleight of hand. 
Martial arts: Despite his rather slim body, Nathan has since an early age taken interest in martial arts. This interest wasn’t for something as pure hearted as to find something akin to ‘zen’ or inner peace, no instead it was simply because as the realization dawned on him that he was a Child of the Darkness he also knew that he could no longer stay the innocent child he had been: instead he would be fighting and running for his life and so, in order to defend his future self from harm he began to study the ancient wisdoms of martial arts in order to shape his body and his mind. 
Tinkerer: While this could be described more as a hobby, the simple fact is that Nathan loves to tinker with all kinds of objects. He often tears something down, just to put it back together in order to understand it - or in most cases: simply to try and make something else. He has invented various of things over the years and his current place of living is more a impromptu research lab than an actual place to live - seriously, he has a single bed, somewhere… likely underneath that rubble of gizmos over there.

Power:
Nathan has the ability to manipulate the vectors around him. This allows him to change the magnitude and direction (vector) of an object to maneuver it in the desired way, regardless of preexisting vectors. 

Drawback:
Range: The range of the vector manipulation isn’t very far, roughly extending 1 meter in diameter from his body. Anything further than this will increase the burden exponentially.
Focus: The use of his power requires a lot of calculation from Nathan, while for most things this isn’t a problem for him, but if he, for whatever reason, loses his attention, his powers can quite easily turn chaotic - as it has a few times over the 21 winters he has been alive, sometimes just causing damage to his surroundings, but at other times resulting in himself being hurt. 
Energy-consumption: While it is possible for Nathan to envelope his entire body in his ability, this will draw increasing amounts of energy from his. Because of this and in the aim to conserve his energy he rarely does this. Instead he simply turns his power ‘on’ and ‘off’ whenever it is needed and for the most part only on parts of his body that requires them.

Possessions: 
He always carries around black board akin to that of a skateboard in length and width, but without any form of wheels. Furthermore it appears to be made out of a black material that is cool to the touch, but he hasn’t told anyone what composite it is really made out of. He uses it to ‘skate’ around on, using his powers to create the speed and maneuverability. 
He is often seen carrying around a black and red bag across his shoulders in which he keeps his most essential tools and medical kits. 

Other:
Nathan has a tendency to always have earphones in his ears, often this means that he is blasting his ears with sweet sweet music, but other times he just wears them in order to ignore the world around him. And yes, that most definitely also includes you as well.
His rather childish appearance is a big no-no to mention as he has often been teased and, arguably, even worse: people have ignored his genius and abilities because he looked 'too young'.

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Name: Czigani Salahori
Nickname: “Ink”
Age: 28
Gender: F
Appearance: Czi stands taller than an average female. Her wardrobe is kept generally simple, from black denim pants covered in various belts, chains, and buckles that serve no purpose to simple leather and cloth tank tops varying in color and inked with custom artwork. Leather & steel “shit kicker” boots...if she’s wearing shoes at all. Depending on her mood, her head is shaved at times, or grows it out on one side about shoulder length and keeps the other side shaven to reveal a circular tribal tattoo. Various piercings adorn her ears and lip, and her body is mostly covered with black tattoos ranging from tribal patterns, to more elaborate mythical creatures.

Height: 6`1
Weight: Approx 150lbs

Personality: Czi has a tough exterior, and is even harder to please. She tends to come off as pushy and can be impatient with most people, even though she is a tattoo artist (lol). Her real only “joy” is delving into her artwork, whether it’s a simply doodle on a napkin in a restaurant, to a large mural on the side of a building, she takes it seriously enough.

Bio:  (see below)

Skills: 
Tattoo artist & street mural artist,
Raised in Industry Ring, has small tattoo shop and also specializes in airbrushing designs on prosthetics/cybernetics

Power:
- Art Manipulation (specializing in body art)
- Essentially, a telepathic ability that allows her limited control over tattoos on skin and (to an extent) the paint used on prosthetics, and to a smaller degree, black ink sketches on paper or solid objects can be made substantial and controlled.
- Natural ink created by plant dyes, animal minerals, salts and various other natural sources, etc work the best. Synthetic inks are generally weaker.
- If manipulating her own body art, then the results are more successful and effects stronger and longer lasting (i.e. a crow tattoo can fly off her and attack, but damage is minimal) or she could manipulate a drawing on the wall to reach out and grab an assailant, helping her to escape, or beat the pulp out of them. 
Can manipulate targets tattoos (up to 30ft away) with varying results

Her body is covered with various tribal & cultural designs which can temporarily augment to protect her from physical damage (more out of self-preservation than willful act, i.e. defense mechanism) 

Drawback: Each piece of artwork causes varying degrees of mental fatigue, and the longer it is sustained, the more lethargic she can become, to the point of unconsciousness if not careful. There are instances where art, if not conjured properly and kept in control, could turn on her and become violent until it dissipates on it’s own.

Possessions: messenger bag full of art supplies, namely ink vials, several pen tips, sticks, and reams of paper.

“At what point, Padre, do we forget who we are, what we stand for, and where the fuck we're going?”

The young woman, stained in sweat, blood, and soot sat on the floor at the base of the church altar, her head resting against the severely out-dated wooden paneling. The black mascara that once accentuated her emerald eyes ran down her cheeks like watercolor on canvas, covering the several cuts and bruises she’d suffered only an hour earlier. Her dark hair, shaven on one side revealing a circular tribal tattoo pattern, and on the other side hanging roughly jaw length tangled and wet with sweat, obscured her direct line of sight to the priest sitting and listening intently in the pew across from her.

“I'm not ashamed of what I did. He had it coming. So think whatever sick shit you want to conjure up in your small brain.” The girl flashed a wry grin, a slight cough building up from smoke inhalation earlier. “I bet you think I’m just some mutant street shit from the Indi, yeah?” She accused, trying to hold back any tears. “I bet all us tattooed freaks down in the slums look the same to you...” She forced a pathetic laugh, pushing her bangs behind her ear. “I know they did to...him...that prick I once called ‘family’.” 

The priest leaned forward in the bench and gazed for a moment at the olive-skinned woman with the slim build, her dark-red tank top dotted with black soot and torn, and her jeans riddled with small holes. She had no shoes, which exposed her mud-covered feet and black toenails. He noticed several large dark symbolic and bestial tattoos that covered her arms were slowly moving, mesmerized, almost as though they wanted to peel away from her skin. A long dragon-like creature on her arm slithered in a hypnotic motion, and a crow on her chest with wings spanned from shoulder to shoulder, appeared as though it would launch at any moment. Most of her body, from what he could see, had various tattoos of tribal or cultural significance, many of which she inked herself as was her profession. He knew who she was. What she was. But it didn’t make being in her presence any less awkward. 

Her kind were distastefully known as “Children of the Dark”, and their existence to many were a blight within the community. To a mother she never knew, possibly, but to her father, an honored ex-military police captain who was hailed as some hero from years ago, she was simply known as “Some kind of Damaged”. His love was to the job, and if that job meant keeping the Children in line, then his eye was ever fixed on his only daughter. No matter how often the beatings came, or being locked in her room for days without food, she wouldn’t change. She couldn’t be normal like he wanted. But it didn’t matter. He was gone now. Nothing but a charred corpse and a hollow building she once called a home.

“It’s God’s job to judge, not mine” The priest finally responded, trying to avert his eyes from following the path of the women’s ornate body art, which lead into areas he deemed inappropriate for a young lady to defile with such imagery.  “And...yet you being here, confessing, allowing me to listen, is a step in the right direction to redemption. So I applaud you for that, child.”

The girl snickered “Child? I’m almost a hag...geez pushin’ thirty, bro. Meh, it doesn’t matter, you’re still way older than me, am I right?” She forced yet another snicker causing her husky cough to return.

The main sanctuary doors at the other end of the aisle quickly opened revealing a handful of uniformed Military Police officers, flashlights and assault firearms poised at the ready.

“Czigani Salahori, you’re under arrest for the murder of your father, Captain Jorgio Salahori” The lead officer held the girl at gunpoint “You sick piece of gypsy trash” He mumbled under his breath, but loud enough to be heard “Why’d you have to burn him alive…”

The girl, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear, looked back at the priest, whose somber expression gave away too much.

“Y-You called them?” She exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the sanctuary hall. “Bastard Gadjo!...I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you! What the hell happened to that ‘seal of confession’, or whatever bullshit you assholes are supposed to follow?” 

The priest shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. “I didn’t tell them anything, except that you were here. They already knew the rest Czigani…”

The woman, enraged, lunged out toward the priest from her sitting position “You son of a b-...” She was caught by one of the officers mid-way, spun around, and pushed back down onto the floor. “Fuck! He deserved it! You pricks knew he was corrupt and abusive-” Her words caught in her throat, as the lead officer pushed her face against the cold floor and clasped her wrists with handcuffs, taking extra care to tighten them until she screamed.

“Shut your whore mouth!" The arresting officer snarled, his knee pressed firmly against her back. "Cop-killer scum like you don’t have rights. And where you’re going, you’ll wish I’d put a bullet in your head right here.”

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The long trip to the R&D Ring was anything but pleasant, but why should it be? Thrown in the back of a police cruiser, chained to the seat, with two heavily armed and armored officers flanking doesn’t usually mean you’re being brought in on a misdemeanor charge. Although her snarky comments and sarcastic disposition did nothing to help her, and only awarded her a swift elbow in the jaw. No, this was some real damage Czigani had done, a scar to not only the community, but to the Military Police force. Her father, warts and all, was a well-respected and upstanding officer within the R&D, and his brutal death sent a ripple that would never be mended so easily.

They just didn’t see in him what she saw throughout most of her life.

The transport pulled up to the precinct, and the woman was practically dragged into the building by the two officers and tossed into a holding cell where she sat, swearing and banging on the cell door, until a few hours later was visited by a large figure she hoped to never see again.

“Hello Miss Salahori” The towering beast, more machine than man as he appeared, leaned against the barred door holding a holopad with a series of scrolling information, his expression painted with a hint of amusement, and his eyes glowed with an almost sinister intent.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.

“You!” Czigani’s eyes widened and mouth agape, but no sound came out.

“Officer Reinhardt actually, but you can call me Drei, or whatever...”

“Asshole”

“That works too” He grunted, keying in a few digits on the holopad before continuing. “So, you’ve got quite the rap sheet: petty theft, some vandalism, oh...and mostly graffiti related on private property…”

“Pfft, it’s not ‘graffiti’ you dick..” She interrupted, laying her head back against the stone wall.  “It’s artwork, something you’ll never get through your cyberfreak neanderthal head”.

Reinhardt, paying little attention, continued scanning through the list until he stopped at a particular section.

“Ah, so that explains all the ink - you call “artwork” - covering that pretty little body of yours. The genetic mutation gave you power over them. A sort of ”Art Manipulation”, if you will. And I suppose that would also explain the black ink markings around your father’s neck”

“Yeah, I strangled his sorry ass for laying hands on me.” She lifted her right arm into the light, revealing a reptilian creature tattoo wrapped from her wrist to her shoulder. “This one here, he’s a nasty bugger when he wants to be, and it knows when to step in. So, it was your beloved ‘Captain’s’ own damn fault for touching me”

Reinhardt nodded, intrigued to a point, but trying his best to keep from putting his fist through her skull. “So, a defense mechanism? Interesting.”

“Look numbnuts, are we going to be here all fucking day? Isn’t there a quiet corner you could put me in so I don’t have to listen to your droning voice?” 

The cell door suddenly slid open, and before Czigani could react, the large cybernetically enhanced officer had her pinned up against the cold wall, his metal hand slowly clamping down around her neck. The woman’s face was a mixture of surprise and anger, but she was helpless to do anything at that moment.

“Do you think this is a game? I could kill you right here, right now, and no one would give two shits about it” His voice was low, gritty, and a raging fire seemed to erupt in his cybernetic eyes.

“In fact, I would love nothing more than to tear you limb from limb and let those mutant shit-hounds that scour the lower sections feast on your pathetic remains. No one will remember you ever existed. And all of that precious work you call ‘art’?...well...it’ll be nothing but a bad memory. But you’re not going anywhere. Oh no, you’re not getting out of this as easily as death. You will get what is coming...” 

Reinhardt gave her a swift elbow in the stomach and released his grip, causing her to double over onto the floor. He remained still for a moment before walking away.

“That was only a warning, bitch. Hard times will be ahead and one way or another you are going to cooperate with us.”

A slight chuckle replaced the previous heated anger.

“Re-Education is coming, my dear...”

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