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Full Name:
Clara Jay Baxter

Nicknames/Aliases:
Bax, Baxter

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Species:
Werewolf

SCION Team/Rank:
Wolf Moon, for the purpose of socializing her with her own kind

Description:
Heavy claw marks ripping through her back, evidence of a werewolf attack she suffered as a teenager, along with a few burn scars on her wrists and arms. They look like twisted white specs grouped together in large spots

Personality:
She was a nice, typical girl before she was bit. Never spoke out of turn or got too angry, just bottled everything up in side, hoping all of it would fade away. After her "accident," she grew more violent and volatile. She snapped at any little mistake and blew her top on her friends whenever they got into unimportant arguments. While she has learned to control her temper for the most part, she is still trying to learn how to interact with other werewolves, afraid if she's acting too weak or too overbearing. She's more cautious than relaxed anymore, strung up tight like a coil. Who knows when she'll snap?

Skills:
While she still has difficulty controlling herself when transformed, she has surprising strength in her human form. Flexible leg muscles meant to jump and run great distances, along with a punch packed to the brim with years of suppressed anger and depression. Her claws feel delicate and almost fumble in her own hands, so she uses them as little as possible

Weaknesses:
Her back always feels tender and exposed, as if she is still anticipating another werewolf attack. She becomes very defensive and closed whenever anybody touches her there, whipping around and slapping them if they make that bad of an impression on her memory.

Brief History:
She was born into an influential family of CEOs and other businessmen. The wealth was nice but the death threats were not, as her father received them often from competitors. They couldn't go to the police because they were often involved with illegal activities, leading to more violent messages and signs they were going to be attacked if her father did not resign his position. He refused, taking a chance on the life of his family. Walking home from school one day, Clara was attacked by a werewolf, a clear attack by their challengers. She has suffered the brunt of her father's mistakes for the last 5 years...she intends to never be involved with him again, a reason why she joined SCION

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Full Name: Cyrus Ezekiel Fox
Nicknames/Aliases:  Cy, Eeyore, Cyrus the Virus 
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Sorcerer
SCION Team/Rank: Blue Moon, Trainee

Description: Cyrus is notable for his floppy hair, leather jacket, and almost permanent slouch. He is rather on the tall side, and actually fairly athletic, though his form is generally concealed under layer of jacket and shirts bearing doom metal album covers. He's scruffy and awkward, but when he is using his magic, his posture and way of carrying himself seems to immediately change into something quick, confident and decisive.

An experiment gone wrong a year or so ago ended up scorching off Cy's fingerprints. He's not totally unhappy about the loss.

Personality: Cyrus is known for being, at best, kinda serious. The young man is surly, and humorless, tending to alienate most people he encounters.

Neither him nor his sister have the greatest respect for convention, and the young sorcerer is a law unto himself in many ways. Fortunately, they have the sense not to push their boundaries too far, bur he tends to be off working on his own little projects, tinkering with grimoires or mixing up something unstable in the HQ basement.

Despite this he can often be heard. Mostly arguing with his sister. Dinah tends to make a sport out of trying to wind her brother up, and they seem to communicate mostly in insults.

Whilst they bicker almost constantly, Cyrus is extremely protective of his younger sister, and has both the attitude, and the necessary skills to threaten swift and terrible retribution to anyone who might hurt her, something she seems to regard as more an annoyance than any kind of protection from the world. The two are, despite this, very close and tend to know exactly what one another is thinking. 

Cyrus, while appearing rather antisocial, does care about those around him and wants to protect his group, he just hates having to admit to any form of affection.

Skills:Magical Knowledge - Despite his young age, Cyrus seems to be in possession of an alarming amount of practical knowledge in black magic, both in casting it, and how to ward against its uses. He's very cagey about this however, and will only tend to openly cast when needs must. 

Divination Power - Cyrus has inherited a skill at divination from his father's side. Whether it's water, gold, or demons, he can usually construct something that'll seek it out.

Weaknesses:-Stubborn Independence - While he may be a trainee, Cyrus does not like to receive help. This tends to mean that he ends up digging himself into deeper trouble while attempting to get himself out of it.

-Family Ties - Having lost much of his family, Cyrus is very preoccupied with concerns about something happening to his younger sister, and this persists even though their antagonism. Threats to her are one of the easy ways to get to him.

Brief History:The Fox siblings descend from a long line of magic-users on both sides of their family. On their mother's side European ritualists all the way back to Celtic Britain, and on their father's side was a bloodline of Algonquin diviners. Cyrus' pedigree was pretty impressive. 

So, how was it that SCION came to find a young Cyrus and his sister living alone in the wilds of rural Wyoming? The return to the Fox farmhouse to investigate was something that the agents investigating have never repeated to other staff. Whether it was classified or just something they never wanted to relay was up for debate.  It was speculated, though not confirmed as the children had confusing accounts about what took place in the house, that Morgana Fox's ritual research had summoned up...something that had been the Fox family's ultimate downfall. 

The two siblings were adopted by Saffiya Elmessiri, one of the organisation's higher-ranking officers, and contemporary of Matthew and Morgana Fox, who hoped to honour their memory by giving the Fox children the best possible start in life. 

As such, for over ten years Cyrus has grown up around SCION, and started his training to become a researcher for the Blue Moon team at sixteen. Cyrus is undoubtedly an intelligent and talented young man... but his heart seems to be somewhere else much of the time. The shadow of his parents' fate has never quite left him and he still feels he has some bone to pick with the dark cosmic forces of the universe.

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Full Name: Ashley Trevon
Nicknames/Aliases: Ash
Age: 20 
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
SCION Team/Rank: Hunter’s Moon

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Description: Whether it is the charm characteristic of her species, or just genetics, she’s easy on the eyes. Long dirty blonde hair extends past her shoulders in delicate waves, although she mostly wears it up to not stain it with blood. As a human the light caused her eye color to shift but now they are duller, colder. Her posture is refined even if her clothes tend to reflect a more casual style.

Personality: Talk about a metamorphosis. Ashley as a human was the ultimate party girl, she was pretty, popular and had practically invented the word carefree. And why not? She thought she had her whole life to grow up. Then her transformation happened and her world took a 180-degree turn. Now her face is usually contorted in a thoughtful frown and any conversations she has with others are about work. She may be on the field but she is still an avid researcher and a workaholic. Ash is quiet towards strangers but definitely not a pushover. To others she’s a smartass, to her friends she the reliable one that has got her life together. She spends her time lost in though which might lead others to think she is uninterested but really she takes everything seriously, maybe a little too serious. Organized and quit-witted she can easily plan and improvise when things go sour. Hunger is not as big a problem for her as other vampires.

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Skills:Like her species, Ash has developed supernatural night vision, strength and speed. Her fangs are similar to those of other vampires’ but they have a slight curve at the end, like that of a snake. She also possesses venom, although she has never turned anyone else and prefers to have a clean drink. Although young she shows remarkable control when not emotionally upset. Her healing powers are average for her kind.

Weaknesses:Her delicate skin and eyes are sensitive to light and tend to show irritation almost immediately. If she ever has to go out, she wears a long coat and sunglasses. The weakness in her sternum seems to have spread out a little in her case as her ribcage is easily damaged. Since she’s young for a vampire she is physically weaker than her older counterparts, for now.

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Brief History: Ashley had a good human life. Caring parents, good grades and a likable attitude that gained her many friends, her early years seemed to hint at a great future. Her teenage years her crazy and rebellious, like the stereotypical teenage movie expect less cat fights. At 20 years old she was in college and her parents were asking her to grow up and to start taking things more seriously. She got good grades anyway so she told them that when she turned 21 she would get it together. At a party she was hanging out with some friends when a mysterious stranger took her out to the dance floor. He was enthralling and their brief moment was enough for her to let him drive her home. On the drive home a drunk driver nearly crashed into them but the boy’s supernatural reflexes left them unscathed. Except for a shallow cut on her forehead when the airbags were deployed, and this was Ashley’s downfall. The boy she met was a vampire with a drinking problem and when the crimson liquid surfaced his identity was revealed. In order to not kill her he turned her. That was ten years ago. They spent almost half the decade together, but Ashley had changed, she was more serious and sadder. She was angry, he saw her as a broken toy, so they broke apart. SCION was Ashley’s chance to think about something other than her lost life. She learned about it through a vampire she hunted with once or twice and applied soon after.

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Full Name: Kora Mari Norrevinter
Nicknames/Aliases: The Berserker, The Viking, Red Sonja, That Ginger Lunatic
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
SCION Team/Rank: Wolf Moon, Field Agent with her eye on a leadership role.

Description: Kora is, shall we say,a rather distinct individual. Over six and a half feet tall, with wild, wavy red hair and pale skin, she comes across as pretty intimidating at first glance. And for many she only becomes more intimidating from there. 

Kora speaks with a distinct accent, closest to Norwegian, and is able to speak in English, Norwegian, and a strange dialect that is, in fact, Old Norse. She tends to shout when annoyed, or excited, or trying to emphasise, so she'd rather hard to ignore. 

Clothing-wise, most of the time Kora has little interest in dressing up, only tending to don anything very feminine when pressed. Most of the time she exists in a T-shirt and cargo pants. However she is rarely seen without her mjolnir, a little pewter charm in the shape of Thor's Hammer. She wears it nearly all the time, and tends to toy with it when nervous.

Personality: Kora is defined mostly be being quite...intense. In pretty much all ways. If she is angry she is screaming and shouting and breaking things. If she's happy she's also screaming and shouting and breaking things. Most extremes of emotion seem to manifest in destruction of some form, and when she isn't doing any of these she's often listening to far-too-loud heavy metal music or drinking other staffers under the table. She can...grate on people a little. 

Kora has a serious trouble controlling her temper, and struggles not to fly into a rage at trivial matters.

Kora has been raised to see herself as destined for greatness. The child of 100 generations of selective werewolf breeding, she feels that she is special, that she is just waiting to show the world something amazing. Whether this is justified or not, remains to be seen. 

Stemming from this, Kora is a little bit elitist in regard to werewolf bloodlines. She tends to see herself around the top spot, other old bloodlines below that, other born-wolves below that, and turned wolves at the very bottom. She doesn't mistreat them, but she will sometimes condescend to them and neglect to understand why they might be irritated by this. Additionally she tends to mistrust vampires, her bloodline having had a long running ancestral grudge with them, dating back to the roman era. 

Whilst she has many faults, Kora is, if nothing else, extraordinarily brave and unflinchingly loyal. She will take a bullet for anyone in SCION, several bullets most likely, and will still probably have enough fight in her to stove in the face of whoever it was holding the gun in the first place.

Skills:Kora is the inheritor of the bloodline's much prized and cultivated power, the Berserker Rage. She is able to vastly increase her physical ability and become impervious to pain for temporary periods, making even her human form dangerous and her werewolf form like a furry tank. When this is invoked her body temperature spikes so high steam begins to rise from her nose and mouth, and contact with her skin will begin to burn and blister a person's skin. This combination results in unrivalled destruction, but is severely debilitating in the long run.

Weaknesses:The Norrevinter bloodline have been selectively breeding for the strongest and most dangerous werewolves for centuries. Unfortunately this sometimes involved marrying within the family. As a result a large number of health problems have been bred into those who inherit the berserker gene. Whilst most werewolves can live longer than the average human, the lifespan for her line is usually only around 30 years. Kora's blood vessels will often rupture in response to stress and power usage, and it's not unusual for her to vomit or cough up blood. Invoking berserkrgang only speeds this along, and puts additional pressure on her system, however the pain nullification effects of the ability often prevent her from realising this in battle.

Brief History:The Norrevinter bloodline are one of the oldest unbroken lines of werewolves in the supernatural world, able to trace their ancestry back to a pack of germanic tribal werewolves captured by a roman general and transported to Britannia during their occupation for use as gladiators. Supposedly their captor, and keeper for many years, and general and lannister named Caius, was a disguised vampire, and, from this long-remembered act of cruelty, the family developed a long-lasing hostility to the 'parasites'. 

During the dark ages, the family worked among humans as soldiers and raiders, becoming chiefs and heroes and sparking the historical accounts of the 'ulfhednar', the 'men in wolf skin', better known as the viking berserkers. They were revered among the norse culture as 'The Wolves of Odin' and remained in high regard until the pagan religion fell into decline, as more of Scandinavia converted to christianity, a faith with no place for their kind. 

In the modern era, the Norrevinter still retain quite a bit of political sway in supernatural society. This is despite their rather drastic decline over the years. Plagued by ill-health, very few still exist, but they remain the main link to the more...savage nordic wolves. 

The Norrevinter reached an agreement with SCION back in its early days, to offer up their heirs for service with the organisation. This allowed their sons and daughters to prove themselves on the field of battle without having to disguise their true natures...and without them having to start wars with other packs or species...something they weren't above doing in the past. 

As such, when SCION was revitalised, the organisation found themselves saddled with the newest addition to the family, a gangly, shouty and entitled teenager by the name of Kora. Over the next ten years said awkward teenager because a pretty impressive asset to the organisation. Kora was loud, uncouth and a stubborn as an ox, but she was also fearless and principled and an incredibly good fighter. She stands on the verge of being made a squad commander, something she's pretty keen on, but other things are also occupying her mind.

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Aries Campbell


Full Name Aries Diego Campbell 
Nicknames/Aliases [ Ari / Bell / Diego / Camp
Age 35
Gender Male
Species Werewolf
SCION Team/Rank Wolfmoon 

Description 
 Aries in human form stands at 6'4" and weighs round 205 lbs. He has a very athletic build with a v-shape torso. His skin is a very tan-caramel colour. His charcoal hair lets his aqua eyes pop out from under the dark brow they lay beneath. His body by muscle is very evened out as he doesn't overwork any muscular parts on his body. As well, he was born with a decently balanced body length with his torso and legs being round the same length causing him to be portioned out correctly. Aries does carry some sharp features especially in his facial structure but for the most part. His facial structure is very gentle like his personality. 

Personality
 Aries is a laid back individual with a collective mindset. He has a gentle way with him as he rather be calm with others. He is very polite to other individuals even other species. He tries to get along with everybody but sometimes that just doesn't happen. Aries can be in-polite though especially when he's being sarcastic...it comes off in-polite but he really is just joking around. Try not to take him to serious. 
Aries does have a big heart when it comes to everyone especially his own kind being in a matter of distress. He is a more fatherly individual even if he has never had children of his own. He still has that roll going on to everyone that is younger then him or acts younger then him. (AKA if you are even 2 days younger then him he will treat you as his child). 
As a werewolf and growing up in a pack caused Aries to be very social. He's always social with everyone if they allow him to be. He won't just ignore you for any old reason unless you give him one. 
Being a very optimistic individual, he has a rightfully true mindset. 

Skills
 Aries grew up in a wolf pack causing him to have self-control when in his transformation state as a wolf. Though he can get a little out of hand especially in the moments of action. He has never attacked someone that is on his team. But he has been vicious with different species (Even on his team) in this form. 
In his human form he is incredibly stronger then a normal human. Though working up his muscle didn't help his strength increase by age and working out his body. His actions have increase by working out and age as well... running he became faster. He might not be the fastest in his area since he is very heavy in weight (205 lbs) causing him not to be as quick as smaller individuals. 
Though he can jump very high from where he stands especially when he gets a running start. He will be able to grab a tree branch others cant from his height and strength. 


Weaknesses
 Aries when he was younger and he first transformed forcefully by the full moon something happened that caused most of his ribs to become floating. Ever since then if he moves wrong or even lies down in a position that lets them slightly slide in the socket. He feels pain and won't be able to breathe very well. 
You can tell it hurts him a lot when moving around or fighting with others. Which is why he builds and keeps muscle in his rib cage. So, his ribs don't hurt as much. It fixed some of the floating ribs. But, not all of them. Still a few main ribs on his left side float and a few scattered on his right rib cage float. 
Aries also has a bad left knee from when he was a teenager and got into a fight with his father. Causing his knee to pop out of the socket and shatter. Medically it got fixed the best it could but it stills hurt him from time to time. Most mornings his left knee hardens with liquid that stays inside it so he cannot bend it at all. 

Brief History Aries was born into a wolf back by both mother and father baring the same powers as he was born with. He enjoyed the social community he was born into. The training, the laughter, the meals that the mothers made. 
It was all wonderful to him. Memories he wouldn't ever forget. As he grew into early double digits. Four children were born after him from his parents. He loved his siblings and protected them all the time. He was six years older then the second born child. Causing him to have all the responsibility of an older brother and the first born. 

Teenage years came along and he was well trained in his transformation form and is human form. He was trained the hardest from his father out of all the siblings. His father was the pack leader and made sure his first born son wouldn't be weakened by anything. Which backfired at the young twenties. 

Him and his father got into a major fight, transforming, growling, biting, punching, wrestling. Aries didn't want to become the leader of a pack and refused to ever be something like his father. His father was not pleased with his sons refusal. 
After the fight Aries went to the hospital for his left knee was completely shattered by his father's jaws. As he went to the hospital and they began surgery as soon as possible. 

Once SCION was back in town. Aries Father didn't want to deal with him and kept pushing him to join the SCION. Which Aries also still refused his father threatened with leaving the pack all to Aries or him joining Scion. Which Aries picked SCION for he didn't trust the pack under his control. He felt weak as he had a big heart, his ribs were floating and he had a bad knee. He didn't feel like he could become the leader his parents wanted him too. 
After joining Scion he has kept where he comes from secret, telling no one of anything. Not telling anybody of his pains and weaknesses, he rather does not deal with the judgement of others. So, he usually is in his own little space if he's not out on a mission with everyone else.

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Full Name: Doctor Oren Dariya Kovalenko
Nicknames/Aliases:  Dr K, The Robot, The Bitch
Age:  89 (Was bitten around age 21, and has remained there..to some distaste on her part at being the age of an old woman and still getting ID'd in shops.)
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
SCION Team/Rank: Head of Wyrm's Moon, Cryptobiological Research at SCION HQ. 

Description: Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, grey eyes and the pallid skin one might attribute to a vampire, if the sharpened canines were not already an indication. Oren tends to be seen in her white lab coat, replacing it with a dark blue duster when she ventures outside...which, admittedly, is not all that often. She often wears black fingerless gloves when outside of lab work, and prefers sturdy boots to anything prettier. Oren is usually seen wearing black eyeliner, and a look of general humourless disdain.

Personality: A lot of people who know Oren have compared her to a robot. Except she is a robot programmed to hate you. The researcher is antisocial, unempathetic, and has very little sense of humour. She holds everyone, including herself, to unreachable standards and is quick to express her contempt for people due to their inability to meet them. She either has no sense of tact, or has chosen never to express it, as she has no issues with insulting others. 

Oren is a workaholic, to the point that people have grown to question whether she ever actually sleeps. Any hour people call into the research block Dr Kovalenko seems to be there, drinking coffee or looking discontented or dissecting something, sometimes all three at once. She is extremely dedicated to her work, and her work is very good. Oren seems to be in possession of an amazing degree of intelligence, and puts it to good use. 

Oren and Kora have a rather...antagonistic relationship with one another. Oren thinks that Kora is an uncivilised, uneducated moron. Kora thinks that Oren is a soulless reptile. Neither is totally wrong in their assertions.

Skills:Oren is incredibly intelligent, possesses an eidetic memory and can recall near anything in enormous detail. She can also calculate complex sums in her head, and is able to speak a number of languages. Oren is also a very fast runner, and well-trained in using firearms. She nearly always has a gun on hand and can draw more quickly than most people can formulate a hostile thought

Weaknesses:Oren hates physical contact and tends to panic when she is grabbed, she also has a long history of issues with blood, and as a result avoids contact with fresh blood if she can. Oren's speed comes at the sacrifice of durability, and compared to more resilient creatures like werewolves, she is easily harmed.

Brief History:SCION is an organisation that is not averse to offering a hand to those who are determined to reform, regardless of perhaps...shady instances in their background. 

Oren is probably one of the shadier ones, a young hungarian woman turned in 1945, at the close of the second world war, Oren became a member of The Exsanguis, one of the most influential, and ruthless vampiric clans of Europe. With SCION's first incarnation officially going dark at some point in the 1950's, The Exsanguis was allowed to expand undetected, and while their presence maintained some form of order within Europe, it was order at the cost of deaths. The Exsanguis infiltrated positions of authority, police, local government, coroners, hospitals, and would callously eliminate any mortal who was considered a threat to their secrecy. 

Oren has now, for the most part, left all of this behind her. She works for the good guys. That doesn't necessarily mean she's become a pleasant individual.

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Full Name: Dinah Jael Fox
Nicknames/Aliases: Di, Tigger
Age:18 
Gender:  Female
Species: Human (Infected with a Wendigo.)
SCION Team/Rank: Trainee, Hunter's Moon

Description: Di is a tall, athletic young woman, with greenish eyes and light brown hair that's usually tied back in an untidy french plait for practicality's sake. It's often ascessorised  with leaves and moss. 
She has a scattering of freckles across her skin and appears lightly tanned, mostly because she spends so often outside. Her clothing, assuming she has applied some, tends to be unrestrictive as much as is possible. She likes to construct accessories out of fur, bones and teeth.

Personality: Dinah Fox is a person who has nearly always lived by her own rules. 

Di is not a person to keep how she feels about anything to herself. She is outwardly affectionate to people she likes..to the point that a personal bubble doesn't seem to exist where she'd concerned. If she likes a person she'll flying tackle them and hug them to death as a greeting if she wants to. At the same time if she dislikes a person, she will not in the slightest bit hesitate about showing them the extent of that. 

Possibly in a similar vein, Di could be seen as being rather...feral. She always has been that way. While many SCION women (and a few men) love pretty clothes, Di is a lot less concerned about it.  
She also doesn't wear makeup. She was once persuaded to try wearing nail polish and ended up scraping it off with her teeth because she thought it made her nails feel odd. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She sees nothing wrong with skinning game on the common room table. Di works on the basis that she's an animal, so she might as well act like one.  

Despite this behaviour, something that can often cause a bit of friction, Di has inherited the Fox family's innate sense of compassion. Seeing others suffer disturbs her enormously and she cannot stand unnecessary cruelty or sadistic behaviour. She tends to want to help others and be relied upon to take responsibility in situations.

Skills:-Skilled tracker and hunter, is able to make snares and other traps to catch small animals (or possibly rather more dangerous things). Is able to both construct and use bows. Could survive in wilderness areas indefinitely provided she remained healthy and able to hunt.

- Wendigo powers. Due to being the host to a dark nature spirit, Dinah has a special connection to earth energies. Plants tend to grow in places where she stays for long. Animals tend to have an affinity with her, especially predators and she can often pacify creatures...even werewolves.

Weaknesses:-Unsophisticated. Di has few social graces, and little grasp on anything that involves technology. Her lack of manners means she can't exactly fade into the background in social events. It's something she needs to work on if she wants a career in intelligence.

-Wendigo curse. Dinah must hunt and spill blood to feed the earth regularly so as not to wake the full force of the spirit that dwells inside her. If she fails to prepare properly she may be overwhelmed by this presence and become a mindless beast.

Brief History:Dinah, along with her older brother Cyrus, were adopted by Saffiya, one of the SCION officers after they were discovered living by themselves in the wilds of Wyoming. Dinah had apparently taken to this far more readily than her brother, and seemed entirely at home out there. 

It was only once they'd returned to civilisation that it became clear that the girl was no longer quite herself. In the time they had been out there, Dinah had become host to one of the spirits of the hunt. She has, in the time in between, done her best to keep it under control within the restrictions that a more structured life demands.

Dinah has been around SCION for a few years, and as a result seemed naturally pre-disposed to taking up a role within the organisation. Saffiya has hoped to some degree it will give the young woman a little more direction in life.

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Full Name: Phoebe Alice Stride
Nicknames/Aliases: Stride
Age: 46, although she physically appears to be in her early twenties.
Gender: Female
Species: Gorgon/Human Hybrid
SCION Team/Rank: Member of Thunder Moon

Description: At about 5’4”, “Stride” is a woman of pale complexion, and even paler hair. Locks of silver fall messily about her face, with several hanging low enough to brush her chin. Her eyes are a strikingly bright yellow, and very much serpentine; nearly all of her eyes taken up by the same color, and her pupils are slitted. Scales litter her body, showing up as sporadic patches on otherwise regular human skin. 

However, Stride has a habit of covering most of her features, leaving much to the imagination. Typically, she dons a pair of goggles over her eyes, and a thin, breathable strip of fabric over her mouth; although when out on battle, she tends to switch these items out for a basic gas mask. Her outfit consists of a maroon jacket over dark shirts, jeans, and a set of work gloves and boots. 

Asides from these features, Stride is of Japanese and Greek descent, and while she can understand the language of the former, prefers speaking in English above anything else.

Personality: Sarcastic, hasty, and generally rough-around-the-edges, Stride’s personality seems to befit the protagonist of a cheesy action movie over a member of a discreet intelligence operation. Her vocabulary is vast enough to make a sailor blush, and is something she often uses to get on the nerves of most decent folk. It doesn’t take long for her to give out a few rather...blunt comments if it means getting a rise out of someone. She possesses quite the temper, as well- acting childishly when frustrated or taken off guard, and throwing out meaningless insults in an effort to maintain what she views as an “impressive” demeanor. Given this hot-bloodedness, this often makes her fairly unpleasant company, especially when around those with thinner skin. 

In spite of this, however, she’s fiercely loyal to both SCION and her companions, working doggedly to get both recognition and admiration between her peers. This results in her being a bit show-offy at times; although when it counts, Stride can be fairly cool-headed and reasonable enough, making her decent enough to work with.

Skills:While she cannot induce the same symptoms as a pure blooded gorgon, Stride’s gaze can stun anyone who meets her eyes, inducing an effect similar to being tazed in the victim- muscles locking, and waves of pain flooding their body. If Stride were to hold her gaze for too long, it is very much possible that her power could turn deadly. She’s also talented with use of firearms- especially with her dual H&K MP7A1s- and fairly decent in terms of hand-to-hand combat. Her heritage also grants her a heightened healing factor, which, again, while not as strong as a gorgon’s, heals minor wounds fairly quickly and keeps her from aging much.

Aside from those, Stride also boasts the basic knowledge of most SCION fighters on squaring off with the supernatural- both in detainment and dispatchment- as well as some various miscellaneous skills picked up from her work.

Weaknesses: Stride’s pride tends to be her biggest weakness, as, in efforts to prove herself, she will often charge headfirst into a confrontation. She’s willing to perform dangerous stunts- a trait of hers only worsened by her fighting style, which, when left up to her, focuses on getting closer than most long-ranged weapon users would. Using her gaze for too long tends to draw energy from her, and, along the lines of her heritage related attributes, Stride is also cold-blooded. There is also the matter of her being a perfectionist; while this leads her to strive for improvement, it also leads to aggression and irritation when she fails to reach her intended goal. 

In addition, Stride is rather emotionally underdeveloped, causing her to become frustrated when things don’t go her way. 

Brief History: Young Phoebe was born as a result of a rather...problematic affair between her mother- a married human woman, and head of a prosperous weapons company- and her father- a gorgon killer-for-hire. As the child didn’t exactly resemble the woman’s husband, it was obvious enough that she was a bastard- something that threatened to cause a large stain upon the family’s reputation. As such, Stride was often kept away from company and shunned, causing her to turn to the various movie and T.V. memorabilia for influence on her personality. 

Throughout her years, Stride constantly worked in an effort to become a proper member of the family; although her efforts were made for nothing at the resurgence of SCION. Upon its discovery, her family was quick to send her to join the organization, and she has remained with the group ever since.

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Full Name: Silas Clarence Whitmore
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Species: Human (host to deity)
SCION Team/Rank: Harvest Moon (applying for team leader)

Description: A tall, lanky man with bifocals figuratively thicker than his biceps. He's got a mop of disheveled brown hair and quick blue eyes which are magnified by his glasses to nearly owl-like proportions. His skin is pale from lack of sun exposure, but a dusting of freckles dots his cheekbones. Silas has gangly arms and a tendency to swing them about when he speaks. His outfits typically consist of button up shirts and sweaters, often accented by a stray gecko or two hiding under her collar or the roll of his sleeve.

Personality: Silas is a proponent of the "knowledge is power" philosophy, and embodies this ideal with his actions: He is quick and exuberant, with an insatiable thirst for information. He enjoys the company of others, but tends to trail off on tangents mid-conversation. His curiosity is excitable at best and uncontrollable at worst, as he is prone to sudden ideas and will often lock himself in the study for hours on end when he is confronted by a question he has yet to explore. That being said, he has come to accept that some phenomenon have no answer, and embraces the mantra of, "I can't know that which I don't know."

Silas is empathetic, despite being fairly socially inept, and is always willing to lend a listening ear. He is slow to hold a grudge, but strong in his convictions. He believes the answer to most problems lies in communication, and the rest are simply reached through persistence.

Skills:Photographic memory, MENSA genius, and esteemed supernatural lore expert, fluent in Latin, ancient Greek, Old English, Hindi, and Gaelic, with multiple degrees (Bachelors in History with a focus on European tribes and a minor in mythology, Masters in archaeology, Masters in ancient history, Masters in linguistics with a speciality in dead languages, Doctorate in linguistics, Doctorate in in ancient history with a focus in mythology and ancient lore). 

Also capable of understanding a large number of reptilian tongues, and gets along quite well with most scaly critters.

Weaknesses:Silas is poor in combat, boasting no more ability than a mortal human. He's also curious to a fault, and is easily coerced into doing otherwise foolish things in the hunt for new information. He also serves as the host for an ancient reptilian deity, commonly referred to as a Naga, that spews a constant stream of useless ideas into his consciousness.

Brief History:Since a young age, Silas was always a bit "different:" He preferred books over video games and documentaries over action films. He started college at age 15, and went on to study with several universities, acquiring three Masters and two Doctoral degrees by the tender age of 26.

Silas published multiple papers, but was best known for his work in ancient history and the mythologies of ancient peoples. At 27, he lead an archaeological expedition of students and peers in India to investigate a recently discovered temple to a previously undocumented local deity. While inside, Silas happened upon a patch of unstable ground, lost his footing, and tumbled into a subterranean tunnel below the temple's main floor. 

He toppled into a secret chamber and broke his leg, and more importantly, unleashed a curse upon himself in the chamber. 

The spirit of the temple deity, a powerful Naga, manifested in the young Doctor Whitmore, cursing him to be forever surrounded by, and able to understand the whispering of,  reptiles. 

Which, as far as curses went, didn't seem the worst possibility. 

Unfortunately, the deity also took up host residence in the young academic. Silas was rescued by an excavation team within two days of his incident, being pulled from the tomb hungry, dehydrated, and with several geckos in his pockets, but physically intact.

The curse, however, had shaken him to the core and served to confirm a suspicion he had held for many years: The subjects and myths of his research were more than fairy stories. Between his new possession and this realization, he took to incoherent babbling. That which did make sense seemed nonsensical, leading him to voluntarily commit himself for mental treatment.

Hearing this story, SCION moved in to adopt the doctor and introduced to the reality of a supernatural world. With this new understanding, and after he had adequately geeked out at the actual existence of cryptids, Dr. Whitmore managed to learn to live with his new state. He was offered a position as the chief historical and lore expert, and has been cheerfully researching away in the rare archives ever since. He doubles as an adjunct professor at a local university, teaching multiple anthropology courses online (as the last time he set foot on campus, the snakes from the biology lab had a sudden and violent escape.)

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Full Name: Crystal Alexander Martin 
Nicknames/Aliases: Crystal, Thief, Teenage Pain, Welp
Age: 16 though can appear younger or older depending on atire 
Gender: Female
Species: Human
SCION Team/Rank: Junior Member of Thunder Moon

Description: 
At about 5’3” and still growing, Crystal appears to be an average teen. With a deep tan this teen is clearly not a stranger to being outside and getting her hands dirty. Shining emerald green eyes that seem to see through a soul and wavy black hair grace her mostly plain features.

Typically she is seen wearing jeans, some form of torn shirts, and a simple black bag laptop bag.

Personality: 

Crystal tends to be standoffish and snarky, having a bit of trouble making meaningful connections outside of her team. Though once you are in the girl's inner circle she will do practically anything for you. She also has a nasty habit of breaking into places and being in places she really shouldn't be and tends to take great pleasure in eaves dropping on other's conversations. 

Skills: She is incredible gifted at picking locks, picking pockets, getting into tight or strange spaces, sneaking around, infiltrating other locations, and general larceny. Make no mistake even at her young age Crystal is a master of the art of thievery. She also holds a large amount of knowledge and understanding of vampires. 

Weaknesses: Crystal knows little about the world of the supernatural outside of Vampires. She is also still young and learning therefore her non thievery skills aren't up to SCION's usual standards which keeps her in the junior member roll. The biggest problem is that she holds a burning hatred of hunters and will tend to get irrational when a hunter is involved in a SCION mission.

 
Brief History: Abandoned as a baby on a church doorstep Crystal was found and raised by a rather unlikely source a vampire. This vampire was no all that altruistic in his actions and wanted to raise his own private blood source. As the baby grew up he couldn't help but fall in love with the child as if she were his own, especially when the little girl started calling him father. So he changed his plans, instead of using her as a blood bank he would use her to get into blood banks and hospitals to help him keep up his blood supplies. The vampire taught his beloved daughter the skills he had picked up over the decades to put her along this path. 

The two lived in a steady rhythm of thievery and parenthood over the years giving Crystal a happy if different childhood. This happiness soon ended when two hunters came into their lives. These two were skilled and at the top of their game, killing the vampire that had raised Crystal all these years. In a rage Crystal went after the hunters, angry and wanted revenge. It was on her reckless path SCION found the teen.

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Full Name: Derrick Arthur Avalon
Age: Late 20's 
Gender: Male
Species: Sorcerer
SCION Team/Rank: Senior Member of Hunter's Moon

Description: Derrick is the picture of what one would expect from a special agent tied to a mysterious yet menacing government agency, with the suit and sunglasses to match. He has short cropped blond hair with an eye color that remains a mystery to those around him.   

Personality: Professional on a good day and disdainful of everyone around him on a bad day. Derrick tends to equally hate everyone around him and tends to be suffering from a migraine most of the time. However when need be the man can be quiet the charmer or as intimidating as the situation needs him to be. 

Though when you do get to know him Derrick is a clueless innocent dork and is a loyal as they come. 

Skills: As a Sorcerer Derrick specialize is a different type of magic, the mental kind. With basic eye contact he can erase memories, implant new memories, and basically view most memories a person has. This makes him ideal for intelligence and cleanup work. He also is a good shot with a variety of guns.

Weaknesses: Derrick has to make direct eye contact with a person from a few feet away to alter their memories and during that time he and his target are venerable to an outside attack. To keep his co-workers from blaming him or accusing him of messing with their memories he tends to keep sunglasses on as his magic requires direct eye contact. This works the other way around, and if a target has sunglasses or any non-clear item blocking their eyes he is unable to target them. 

Brief History: Not much is known about Derrick's past as he doesn't talk about it much. Rumor has it he was a normal guy with a normal upbringing and was going to college to become a lawyer when his magic showed up. Those are just rumors and no one aside from higher ups know the truth. However he has been with SCION for many years and is one of their most trusted agents. 

Note- His sunglasses are enchanted so his aura, emotions, and presence are unreadable to supernatural powers.

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Full Name: Patient 1B-0002  
Nicknames/Aliases: Zeros
Age: N/A (has been awake and working with SCION for the past 6 years) 
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen
SCION Team/Rank: Thunder Moon, Medic

Description:Standing a little over six feet even, Zeros is covered head to toe in bandages. He keeps these covering immaculately clean, changing any dirty ones out whenever alone. He will normally wear loose fitting jeans and some form of loose button up shirt over the top. As for face coverings Zeros will often opt for some sort a half mask or full mask that hides his features beneath (though with the half mask he will often wear tinted glasses).

Under all of this Zeros is a ruined mess, his charcoal black skin covering only part of his burned form. Bone pokes out there and there from its home beneath the muscle, which itself is exposed here and there in patches. Zeros eyes seem to be burned and cloudy themselves, which oddly doesn't seem to affect Zeros ability to see at all. The only part of his skin that is visible at nearly all times is the tips of his fingers after the second knuckle, even then the hint that these ruin of fingers give of the man beneath the bandages and masks, is enough to dissuade even the most curious of person.

Personality:A gentle soul Zeros is often found humming an old lullaby or hymn to himself as he tends to his business, whatever that may be. He is not much of a talker, often preferring to offer a quiet ear for others to talk to (or talk at, depending on the day). If Zeros has a mean side to him he either keeps it well hidden, or its just too mild to detect. That being said if one needs a friendly cup of tea Zeros door is always open.

Skills:Heightened Pain Threshold: Say what you will, but the pain one experiences falling out of the sky like a meteor compares to little else. It is probably because of this that Zeros seems able to shrug off injuries that would incapacitate beings much hardier than himself. The most unsettling example of this is when Zeros will simply pop bones back into place without even a flinch.

Medical Training: After awakening from the coma that afflicts many of his kind, Zeros found work within SCION as a medic, putting his innate talent to use. A quick study, Zeros can now preform advanced medical operations that may arise in the execution of his duties.

Fallen Power: As with all Fallen, Zeros can take  the pain of someone with a touch and replace it with a sense of serene calm

Weaknesses:Never Fully healed: Zeros body never fully recovered from his injuries and as such even peeling off his bandages can cause him discomfort if not downright pain. Some days are worse than others, but no matter how bad it is Zeros simply grins and bears through it.

The price of so high a Threshold: The downside to being able to ignore even stomach churning injuries, is you never really know how bad it is until you have to confront it. To this end Zeros will often push himself past the operational limits of his body, and as such Zeros has been known to simply collapse from injury or exhaustion that finally caught up with him.  

Acute Amnesia: Like all of his kind Zeros cannot remember anything before his fall

Brief History: The fallen that would come to be known as Zeros fell a little over eight years ago, falling admist a large meteor shower in northern Siberia. His comatose body was picked out of the wreckage by the then members of Thunder Moon, and was placed under the watch of Wyrm Moon. He would stay there under the watchful eyes of the team members for two years, before one day ( the eighth of March to be exact) his eyes fluttered open, to the sudden shock of the poor Wyrm team member that was taking notes over him at the time. What ensued after that could only be described as the almost comical attempts of various Wyrm members to stop Zeros as he wandered around confused, in search of a glass of water. 

Eventually Zeros was brought back to his bed, where he would remain until he given a map, a good long lecture about wandering around and a guide. Well one thing led to another and soon Zeros was spending the bulk of his free-time with the various teams medics, picking up stories about various fist hand experiences. Still something must have stuck, as no more than a year or two later Zeros was made the medic of Thunder Moon. And there he has remained, stitching wounds, setting bones, and whatever else the medic needs doing in their days.

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Full Name: Terran Bjornson
Nicknames/Aliases: Eyes of Magnus
Age: Unknown, looks to be in his late 20s
Gender: Male
Species: Human Diviner
SCION Team/Rank: Blue Moon, Senior Agent(Refused to be the head as he doesnt want to deal with paperwork)

Description: 
Terran looks like a normal human at first glance, but he has golden eyes that start glowing when he uses his powers. Often wearing long sleeve shirts to hide his many tattoos and marks from various entities. He wears jeans most of the time. His shirt is usually black and he has a leather jacket.


Personality:
Terran is quiet and reserved. He is a bit odd, having no qualms for messing with darker magic and has been reprimanded for using it at times. His argument is "There is no such thing as forbidden knowledge, only forbidden practices." He also is quite noticibly sensitive about his past and when asked about it will deflect or shut down.


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Eyes of Magnus: Terran's unique eyes allow him to see and manipulate magic as well as see normally, since he's blind. It also sometimes makes him get a headache.

Ageless: Terran stopped aging long ago. He claims it is from his unusual eyes.


Weaknesses:
Terran fears his past. Talking about it is something he just can't do. He also is quite blind. He cannot see normal and relies on his magical sight, which he does by tagging things with little bits of magic to see them.


Brief History:
Terran was born under a blue moon. His father a powerful sorcerer and his mother a seeress. When it came clear he was born blind his father hated him for it. He wouldn't accept anything less than perfection. So Terran decided to find a way. And he did in the form of Divinitation. He found he was already blessed by a god, and thus sought him out for counsel. It led to him fiding magical sight, which aids him, though it is hard to keep up, often requiering him to rest frequently, prefenting the gifted sorcerer from using it to fight.

It would be this kind of training which for the young man at the time would see to his family being wiped out. He was off at a secret ritual site at the time. And he blames himself for not doing anything... And that was the start of his troubles.

Terran eventually wound up in SCION due to his being watched as he dabbled in some "forbidden" tomes, aiming to restore his sight completely. When they tried to raid, he proved that he was actually harmless, wishing only to know about magic and it's practices. He joined the Blue Moon to help develop new magic, of which he has created three, two of which are now forbidden due to how dangerous they are.

One thing he often mentions, is his relationship with his Patron, Magnus, and a promise made to another...

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Full Name: Missy Tsavo-Wells (Missy Tsavo)
Nicknames/Aliases: Mimi; "Oh, you're not Jeanette-Marie;" 
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Species: Werecat
SCION Team/Rank: Thunder Moon Leader

Description: Missy is a woman of medium height (5’5”,) and athletic build. She has light skin and light brown eyes, with dusty silver-white hair trimmed into a feathered bob. She keeps her dress neat and functional, usually favoring pants with boots over skirts and heels. 

In her shifted form, Missy is a white longhaired housecat.

Personality: Persistent and intuitive, Missy knows how to get things done as a member of the team. She served as a senior member and second-in-command to the previous leader of Thunder Moon for several years, and not without reason. Her tenacious spirit and adaptable nature made her an especially effective agent. 

In light of her sudden and recent promotion, however, she often finds herself feeling overshadowed by expectations and unsure of how to react to interpersonal conflicts within the organization. She has very little temper, but a long memory in regard to grudges. Her trust is slow-earned, but her loyalty is unquestionable. She is uncomfortable in intensely emotional situations, preferring to pass off sources of discomfort as soon as possible.

Skills:Talented hand-to-hand combatant; enhanced agility, reflexes, and senses due to her species; excellent night vision; stealthy; skilled strategist; trained marksman; also a cat.

Weaknesses:Unsure in the leadership position; vulnerable to both physical and magical attacks; allergic to onions and garlic; easily offended when confused with her actual cat.

Brief History:When Missy was three years old, she was adopted from an orphanage in Tsavo, Kenya by an altruistic couple living in the United States. She had a normal, happy childhood well into her early teens.  

Until the night when the screaming started. 

And then the yowling. 

Like any good parents, Missy’s came running. Instead of their daughter, however, they found a white, rather frantic cat trying to claw it’s way out from under her covers. The transformation lasted only a few minutes, but it was enough.

Her mother and father called the orphanage from which Missy was adopted, and flew back to speak to the director. Her parents were killed in an encounter with white lions. What was left out was that her mother was one of the lions, descended from a long line of werecats native to the area. Her father was human, which accounted for Missy’s small stature as a shifted animal. 

The director of the orphanage put the family in touch with occult expert and werecat, Saffiya El-Messiri, who took Missy under her wing. After she had completed high school, Missy became an "apprentice" to the older cat, traveling and working with her on investigations. When SCION was resurrected ten years ago, Saffiya was brought back on as a director and Missy followed, eventually ascending to become a senior member of Thunder Moon. During these ten years, she also pursued a relationship that ended in a failed engagement, took a two-month gap to go backpacking in Europe, and adopted a white cat named Jeanette-Marie to keep her company.

Five months ago, on a mission gone wrong, the former Thunder Moon Leader went missing-in-action. At this time, Missy was suddenly thrust into a leadership role. Some in the organization thought she was the natural choice, while others questioned her readiness to fulfill the role. Regardless, the werecat has been doing her best to fill the shoes left to her since.

Full Name: Jeantte-Marie Tsavo
Nicknames/Aliases: “Oh, you’re not Tsavo.” 
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Species: Cat
SCION Team/Rank: Honorary Cat of Thunder Moon

Description: A large, puffy white cat.

Personality: Jeanette-Marie is an actual cat. She enjoys sunbathing, chasing Dr. Whitmore’s geckos, Dr. Kovalenko’s lab mice, and begging agents for table scraps. She also, as her owner will note, is not Missy. Missy does not lick her bum recreationally, whereas Jeanette-Marie has no such reservations.

Skills:Climbing; eating an entire dish of cat food in one sitting; meowing; sitting on any lap; marking every black surface within a three meter radius with white fur.

Weaknesses:Water; Dr. Kovalenko yelling at her; the squirt bottle.

Brief History:Jeanette-Marie was born in kitten season, and taken to a shelter. Missy found her. Now Jeantte-Marie roves the mansion, stirring up trouble and generally confusing people by looking strikingly similar to her master.

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Full Name: Abigail Harlow
Nicknames/Aliases: Abi, Harlow
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Sorceress
SCION Team/Rank: Blue Moon

Description: A short, scrawny woman with pale blonde hair which reaches a little ways down her spine. Abigail’s nose is small and tilted upwards a little; she has dark blonde eyebrows, flawless teeth and thin lips to give her a bright and dazzling smile. Abigail’s body is frail and flat - she has pale skin, bony wrists and small extremities. She’s almost entirely flat-chested and she has a multitude of faint nicks and scratches along her elbows, knees, hands, ankles, and feet. Standing at 5’2, she’s hardly an imposing figure.

Her fashion sense can be summed up in one word - “Goodwill”. It’s likely the only things that aren’t second hand are her underwear. Jeans and hoodies are a staple, but sometimes she’ll be wandering around in oversized sweaters and torn chinos, or wearing gaudy tights and brightly coloured t-shirts with slogans written in polish printed on them. Regardless of what’s on her body at the time, she always makes sure it looks halfway-decent before she goes outside.

Personality: Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble; it doesn’t help matters that she’s as stubborn as a mule and doesn’t hold back when she gets mad. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that teen has been guilty of before.

The other side to Abigail is her intelligence; her curiosity was piqued at a very young age by her mother’s occupation and since then she was almost addicted to learning so-called ‘occultism’ such as voodoo or arcane magic. She displays a particular love for potions, which combined her keen grasp on botany with an outlet for her fidgeting through cauldrons, measuring ingredients and designing pretty labels. She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in.

Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most. Abigail isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time.

Skills:Magical Affinity: The daughter of a witch with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, it was Abigail’s ability to harness magic that got her into SCION in the first place. In theory, Abigail could pick up any spellbook and practice the spells within - it all depends on whether she executes them properly and uses the right reagents. She’s inherited a myriad of spellbooks from her mother and knows a few simple spells off by heart. Other spells may be impossible to cast without a certain object such as a crystal or something to draw runes with. Some require sacrifices of blood, hair or tears - all of them are physically draining. The stronger and more prolonged a ritual/spell is, the more fatigued Abigail will become. It’s not that uncommon to find her asleep in the HQ, grimoire in hand and the scorch-marks of a half finished summoning circle somewhere in her general vicinity.

Alchemy: When she isn’t playing with powers beyond her control, Abigail takes to potion brewing like a duck to water. She always has a handful of bottles lying around in her room, fermenting or waiting to be used - antidotes, healing potions, poisons, charms-in-a-bottle...give her the recipe and she’ll give it a go. It’s a tricky art to get perfectly right, and she’s less experienced in this field, so she’ll typically refuse to try the more complex potions out of a concern for safety. A poorly brewed potion could do anything. It’s also worth mentioning that Abigail’s been known to slip elixirs into her baking too, for shits and giggles. Anyone with common sense wouldn’t leave her unsupervised in the kitchen.

Tailoring: Abigail’s mum used her job as a seamstress to hide her identity as a witch in Boston - it’s only natural she’d teach her daughter how to sew as well. Abigail’s got a knack for repairing and fitting clothes - things in her size are hard to come by, and a certain werewolf keeps ripping his shirts...it all costs money in the end, money that she doesn’t really have to spend on new clothes. It’s scary how good she is at getting bloodstains out of fabrics and she’ll happily repair your favourite blazer on a rainy day when she’s got nothing to do.

Deciphering: How the hell are you going to be able to cast a spell when the book’s in latin? Patience, a notepad, and a dictionary work wonders when you view ancient languages as one big puzzle. Give her enough examples and data and Abigail can work her way through an language, but obviously this could take weeks to get right, and translation errors are always an issue. Luckily when it comes to things like trying to summon spirits from an alternate reality using a book written in ancient hebrew Abigail won’t do shit unless she is POSITIVE she’s got the translation spot on.

Weaknesses:Frailty: Abigail’s too curious for her own good sometimes. Constantly playing with spells and potions and what-have-you means that she is in a constant state of weakness or fatigue. She succumbs to the cold really easily, gets ill more often than others, and can’t over-exert herself without getting drowsy. She tends to sleep a lot too and has a voracious appetite.

Stubborn: If Abigail thinks she’s right, good luck convincing her otherwise. It’s her fatal flaw; she’ll do anything, no matter how stupid or dangerous, if she puts her mind to it and reasons it to be a worthwhile risk. She also has a nasty habit of overworking herself when she’s stressed, though it’s easier to stop her when she’s already half-asleep and can’t kick your shins as hard as she’s usually able to.

Asshole: She just can’t keep her mouth shut sometimes. She’ll piss off a werewolf until she’s being chased around the mansion by a bloodthirsty beast. She’ll insult, cuss, tease, ignore or flat-out bully people who she doesn’t like and only puts aside her differences when she has to. Let it be known, however, that Abigail’s aware she’s at the bottom of the food chain in SCION and typically avoids getting physical or provoking anyone to the point of attacking her when she can.

Brief History: Abigail officially joined SCION around a year ago, but many of the older members would have heard about her in one way or another from SCION veteran Brooks Lockwood. Her name’s cropped up once or twice way back in the past when she was a little rambunctious girl playing with her mummy’s spellbook, but those issues of magical concealment were minor at best and brushed off because she was too young and naive to know any better. It had the desired effect though - she was put on the register, the daughter of that one witch in Boston. The kid with the inclination to use magic for her own gains - someone to keep an eye on if the problem persisted when she got older. Luckily, it just so happened that she went under the care of agent Lockwood and magical incidents from there on were pretty much unheard of.

Abigail claims it’s the organisation’s love for ‘child soldiers’ that managed to get her into SCION at such a young age but when she’s being serious about why she joined she uses Brooks as the excuse. Nowadays you’ll see her wandering the halls of the HQ like some sort of incredibly lost uni student, books in one hand and a cold starbucks in the other, complaining about something trivial and stressing over deadlines for her research papers.

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Full Name: Brooks Lockwood
Nicknames/Aliases: 
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
SCION Team/Rank: Senior Member of Thunder Moon

Description: Brooks stands at around 5’10 with a stocky figure and a rotund belly. His hair is a darkish brown, but the roots are starting to shine silver with age. His face is lined with age and darkened with a layer of grime and dirt; from behind his dark, bushy brows Brooks’ brown eyes are usually squinted against the harsh sunlight, and a short greying beard does little to hide the habitual scowl on his face. His calloused palms and stubby nails are the hands of a labourer. He has a scattering of scars and marks on his body that he has accumulated throughout his working life.

Personality: Brooks is a hardened life veteran with very little patience for stupidity. He has a sharp tongue and a short temper, often wary of strangers with little regard to social etiquette or manners. Whilst he is unafraid of conflict, Brooks’ aggression is held back by his level-headedness and common sense. He knows how to pick his battles and is very aware of his limits. He carries himself with stoicism and tends to show very little visible emotion aside from general annoyance.

For Brooks, law and virtue are less of a necessity - you could do anything you like if you could get away with it without being caught. He still operates under his own strict set of morals though, quick to be disapproving or to congratulate people for doing what he saw as ‘the right thing’. Brooks wouldn’t describe himself as the smartest through books but he has a lot of wisdom to dispense if needed.

Skills:Endurance: Brooks may not be the strongest nor the fastest, but he can certainly take a punch. He can fight for very long periods of time and his transformations, even though they take as long as everyone else’s, tend to be less taxing on his body.

Experienced: After 10 years of SCION work and decades of beating people up for money, Brooks has learnt how to keep calm under pressure, read a situation and offer his two cents when necessary.

Weaknesses:No Filter: Brooks is quick to anger and even quicker to speak his mind. He’s a generally dislikeable person and doesn’t get along well with other people as a result...which isn’t the best quality to have as a werewolf.

Technologically inept: Brooks can barely handle his smartphone and that’s about it. All the advanced, high-tech machinery that SCION has access to continues to baffle and annoy him. He tends to keep his distance from the world of technology and trusts in SCION’s researchers to tell him what to do.

Brief History:
Brooks Lockwood got his name on the register when he was bitten aged twenty-five. Before then, he was just a shitty accountant working in downtown Boston; the supernatural strength and speed that came with his ‘dog bite’ allowed him to shift into less-than-legal debt collections, hired by people who either didn’t posses the strength or time for the effort themselves. He also took on a smattering of jobs as a bouncer for nightclubs and bars but couldn’t keep a proper job down due to taking sick leave every month, on the month - no exceptions.

As the years passed, Brooks built himself a reputation. His track record of successful (albeit legally questionable) jobs were enough to dissuade the rumours about his lycanthropy. However, just as things were starting to look up for Brooks now that he had a stable income and a good use for his skills, fate threw a curveball. Margery Harlow, a young seamstress in Boston, was one of Brooks’ many clientele from his early days. She couldn’t pay well but made up for it by keeping in touch with the man and finding the time to send gifts and new clothes - especially useful given the number of shirts he ripped by transforming. A few months into his new line of work, Margery sent a rather cryptic note saying she knows about his ‘condition’ and that they should meet up in person, as soon as possible.

Now, Margery was hardly a werewolf expert but as one of the few experienced witches in the scummier parts of Boston she knew that having an untrained bitten werewolf playing debt collector was a recipe for disaster. She couldn’t teach him much when it came to controlling his transformations, but she could drug him up with enough elixirs to make him almost harmless and slowly work with him to control himself. That’s how things were for a long time - Brooks kept to his job, hardly transforming unless it was a life-or-death situation (and, in most cases, it wasn’t) and then taking a week or so each month to visit the witch of Boston and work on his lycanthropy. He didn’t like her sleazy conman of a boyfriend, and especially didn’t like him when he vanished and left Margery pregnant. Brooks was 29 when Abigail was born.

Brooks was 37 when Margery’s letters started to include more and more about an ongoing illness that has been persisting after the birth of her daughter. Desperate, alone and dying, Margery practically begged Brooks to look after her child if anything should happen to her. Brooks decided he owed her that much and, no more than a year later, he went to her funeral. All of a sudden he found himself face-to-face with a little 8 year old who he’s witnessed first-hand casting all sorts of jinxes and spells just for shits and giggles, unaware of the severity of her actions.

Brooks’ job could just about get him by, but children were expensive. He needed a stable income and a proper job, but given his ferocity as a werewolf he didn’t trust himself in a bank job. Luckily he didn’t have to look for long - SCION found him pretty quickly based on his reputation and he signed up 10 years ago at it’s creation. The two of them moved to a small town somewhat close to HQ, to an isolated cottage in the woods where Abigail could get an education from the local school and practice her spells to her heart’s content - somewhere with a basement and easy access to hunting gear and bear traps just in case Brooks’ transformations went awry. He wasn’t the strongest wolf in SCION, but he was one of the more aggressive ones and definitely the oldest. He watched SCION members come and go. He’s been called out to more missions than he can count. He never took team leader position because he didn’t work too well with others, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get enough experience to do it if he wanted to.

When Abigail joined SCION a year ago, there was a slight change in the way Brooks behaved during missions - he went more on the defensive and seemed a bit more interested in self-preservation than he was before. The two of them antagonise each other in the HQ in a friendly father-daughter way.

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