Name: Allyn Nolan

Apparent Age: Ageless. Eerily so.
Actual Age: 34
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 143lbs
Appearance:
Before her transformation Allyn was well, considered to be quite the beautiful person. She spent many a day in the more wealthy parts of the city, specifically the Seventh ring and the High-Class district. She was used to living a life in the lap of luxury - she was an escort, after all. She wore expensive dresses, and her flame-red hair caught the attention of many a man and woman. Her vanity and fickleness were quite the talk among the more wealthy people.

New Species: Marionette/Puppet thing
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 50lbs~
Appearance:



Allyn's new form is something that seems to be right out of a horror game. That is, she's basically a sentient mannequin or doll. Granted, an extremely well crafted one - its joints able to move extremely freely as any human body would. Cherry red hair adorns her head, with blue eyes that observe her surroundings. Her 'skin' seems to be completely white. A mane of red soft, fur like material rests around her neck indicating some clearly odd happenings...though the most odd would be the large, fleshy, tail that extends from her back-side. Its a large, muscle thing with sharp fangs and teeth on the end of it. She seems to have control over the appendage and use it almost as another arm.

She is, however, able to retract the fleshy appendage back inside of her now hollow body making it somewhat concealable. The appendage itself is incredibly strong, its tough hide being able to shrug off bullets and its teeth able to crush metal beams.

Doesn't wear clothing...since...she sorta doesn't need it any more. Still likes fancy dresses, though.

Personality:
Allyn was both incredibly fickle, vain, confident, and she still is. Her beauty and rather choosy nature made her quite the prize for anyone who asked for her services. She's not a bad person by any means, though. Aside from these traits, she's incredibly friendly most of the time and doesn't take life too seriously. She likes poking fun at people and endlessly teases them. Just don't insult her appearance, or get in the way of her business.

You'll find out just how ruthless she can be when eliminating competition.

She has a healthy love for anything occult as well, and is how she got started in this little cult.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Teasing the chicken and toying with the slime.

Secrets:
No one really knows her history. Doesn't like sharing it. She just sort of showed up one day on the scene.

Was, in fact, married. Doesn't really care too much about what happened to her spouse though.

Assets:
Knows a few...stashes used by the upper elites to store their less than legal items. Not that she's going to be able to get there any time soon, but it could come in handy. Likewise, knows the high class district like a second home, and where all the expensive toys are kept and could easily get in with only minor hassle.

The Cult's hideout, of course. As one of the more prominent members of the small-time cult, she knows all the ins and outs of the series of tunnels and basements.

Possessions:
Roughly 600,000 creds on her person at the moment.
Highly advanced smart-phone.

Equipment:
Modified handgun, she used for self defense. Its been silenced, and modified for greater fire-rate over armor penetration. Used mostly for fleshy targets, as that's mostly whats he dealt with if she had to.

Whatever her new body is made out of, is durable enough to shrug off small-arms fire and is able to contort in ways human bodies wouldn't be able to. Turn her head 360 degrees, etc. Things like that. It's not going to be a substitute for actual armor, but for now it'll help with survival.

Story:
Whatever Allyn was before she became an escort, she's not telling.

What is known, is that she showed up on the scene one day in the company of a wealthy businessman to a rather high-class party. Some people mistook her for his daughter. Some ignored, but those that were curious asked about her. The man simply said that she was just his escort for the evening and wouldn't say anything more than that. She quickly became quite the popular little mistress for interested parties.

The truth is sometimes much less grandiose than some might imagine, though, and the truth is rather simple. She was just a simple girl who was down on her luck and wanted to make both money and a name for herself so she did exactly that. With the help of some fake IDs, highly advanced surgery she inserted herself seamlessly into the high life of New Ark. She's all but forgot who she was before, because she doesn't want to remember. She never wants to go back to being poor and powerless.

How she got involved with this rather odd cult and their shenanigans, was simply because curiosity of their sometimes less than savory practices that sometimes involved a bit of...bloody involvements.

Name: Casey Aston
Apparent Age: 28
Actual Age: 23
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 134lbs
Appearance:
Casey used to have a fairly similar appearance to their current one, though they were somewhat smaller and a bit less lanky than they were. Scrawny, could be the word used to describe them. Blond hair with dark bags under their eyes from insomnia and staying up way too much later than they should playing video games and spending much of their time simply wasting away in the slums, trying to drown out the constant struggles of life.

New Species: Chicken Raptor?
Height:5'7"
Weight:134" lbs
Appearance:



After the transformation, Casey ended up looking like some odd mix of chicken and dinosaur. 'harpy' is the closest thing they could come up with. They grew a few feet taller, giving their already lanky appearance a bit more of an unsettling vibe. Small feathery wings that are useful only for gliding grow from their arms, their fingernails of which end with sharp talons now. A small reptillian tail extends from their waist.

Normally, Casey can be seen wearing thick clothing and jackets.

Personality:
It must have been some cosmic joke, that Casey ended up looking a bit like a chicken after this whole thing went down - because that's exactly what Casey is. They are the exact opposite of the word 'brave' in every word. While Casey is incredibly smart and for the most part boats incredible intelligence and otherwise preternatural aptitude with both robotics and computers, they are a huge, huge, coward. Casey tends to avoid conflict, and is a bit on the twitchy side. Easily startled and otherwise not exactly all that good under pressure, except in very rare circumstances.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Cowering in the hideout.

Secrets:
Is in fact, known across the internet as a very well informed information broker, as well as a hacker.
Suffers from Chronic insomnia
Is addicted to Rush.
Actually somewhat trained in self defense, and those legs are actually fairly powerful and allow for some fairly good agility and acrobatics.

Assets:
Several stashes across the slums, with various supplies and electrical components.
Knowledge of robotics, machines, and how to fix and repair them.
Is a natural hacker and with computers.

Possessions:
A high-end portable computer.

Equipment:
Modified Stun Gun. A standard issue personal self-defense form, except modified to allow for higher amps that could effectively kill a person without sufficient shielding. Has a bit of a charge up time, but is fairly effective should she have need to defend himself.

Middle-ground Holo implant. Modified by Casey using jury rigged software and custom apps, effectively allowing it to run quite similarly to a high-quality one. Its basically his lives work, and she has been working on it for awhile and constantly upgrading it. If she ever manages to get her feathery mitts on a high-end one, you bet your feathery butt he'll be after it.

Story:
Casey's life isn't all to interesting. Born in the slums to a pair of hard-working, but otherwise unremarkable parents Casey has never had much growing up, and spent most of their time using the net. They got involved in the cult for a number of reasons.

A: Easy access to Rush
B: They basically paid her to recruit people through the net, as well as pilfer credits from certain business on the internet.

In short, it was the perfect gig for the shut-in who really didn't do much else besides spend their lives on the computer. Whatever else they did, he didn't particularly care too much. If they wanted to go all 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD' every once in awhile, she didn't care one bit as long as he got paid and access to drugs.