Name:Vita Sirkiene

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: About 1,65m tall, platinum blonde hair typically set in a ponytail, amber eyes, lean body from her active lifestyle, but lacking the muscles to be described as athletic.

Personality: Brutish and quiet, Vita is a girl who prefers to not overthink and go for the straightforward solutions, why search for a key if you can kick the door down? Despite being a bit anti-social, she is friendly to those she trust, and will rarely antagonize anyone, keeping her anger and frustration well controlled and hidden. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and tries to the little she can to help out. She is a bit of a lone wolf, trying to solve all she can by herself, but once in a group she tends to follow the lead.

Despite always going for the simple and effortless on her daily life, from food to clothing, she has a weak side to fancier things, often gazing at dresses she would never dress or expensive food she can't justify paying for. She is easily bored and learns better what is practical rather than theoretical.

Background: Born as a single child in a busy family, Vita was loved but relatively lonely. In her younger years, she had no trouble fitting in, but was also somewhat selfish, wanting to only do and talk about what was of her interest, by the time she outgrew of such behaviors she had been isolated for years and she had trouble integrating with the girls and boys of middle school. During that time she would stay all the time walking in the parks by herself or at home watching series (and a cartoon or two, she never felt too old for magical girls and heroes), her parents noticed that and started to push her towards all sorts of hobbies, the one that stuck with her was swimming.

As she traversed high school, she lived an average life, no enemies or bullies, a moderate amount of 'close-ish' friends and sufficient grades, and that made her feel bad, she always felt one day she would find something to be passionate about, she always loved stories about dreams and hope, but never had any of her own, simply taking each day at a time, being alive for the sake of it. She was good at swimming, a natural at it, but she had no interest in pursuing competitions, she did it because it felt good. No area of work interested her yet she entered college for something she felt was doable and would give money.

She lasted a few months before dropping out, absolutely aimless and with no friends to talk about her worries, most things she liked to do to relax didn't work well, the shows she liked were too hopeful and swimming had become a little frustrating. Walking in the woods still worked, and it was during one of these treks she found out about a program to train young people to become park rangers. It was not ideal, but it was a job that didn't make her want to jump from a bridge, so that was a start. She is now two years away from becoming an actual ranger, and it has been alright, though she continues to wish for a bit more.

Abilities:

• Pisces: Vita is a natural born swimmer, very familiar with local lakes and rivers, and only became better at it after training. She can swim faster and for longer than most, she is also good with diving and can hold her breath for a long time.

• Survivalist: Vita always had an interest in the outdoors, picking up a lot of practical info on geography, plants and traveling on her many camping trips. Recently, she started to professionalize in the area, joining a program meant to train rangers, and while she is far from a full-fledged park ranger, she knows more about wilderness survival than most.

Relic: A worn out star bracelet she has had since childhood, it is quite cheap, but it brings her good memories.

Name: Elias Kindlmuller
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: 5’10, slim, and way past the point of giving a fuck, Elias cuts a dashing silhouette, the sort of long legged, elegant individual that one would imagine strutting the streets of Paris rather than smoking cigarettes and scrambling mah-jong tiles in China. But there he is, a stubbly bastard with hair he keeps in check with grease, working irregular hours as a cleaner to cover his expenses as a bachelor with no romance and no aspirations. Indeed, past the elegant silhouette, the windswept hairdo, the strong jawline, one would notice the true essence of his being: his dark brown eyes, belonging to a tired man.

On the base of his left ring finger, there is a thin scar circling around.

Personality: Elias is detached but not anti-social, the sort of person with three thousand acquaintances and no close friends. His confidence comes from how little he values the thoughts of others, and his levelheadedness comes from the fact that he knows just how pointless getting emotionally involved was. Nihilistic? Cynical? Depressed? Apathetic? Perhaps Elias is all of those things and more, but he certainly has no intention of self-harm or suicidal, viewing such actions with a surprising amount of disdain. Though he doesn’t care, he encourages others to care, an ambitionless hypocrite through and through who doesn’t want to see others end up like him.

He still has a little hope though, a little life that keeps him breathing, that inspires his dry humor, that calls him to wake up every morning.

Background: He remembers his parents being hard workers, coming home only to head off to work again. He remembers his sister being the wonder of his world, always talkative, always smiling, always doing chores.

He remembers when their fortunes changed, and how his parents talked about how it wasn’t enough, how they were barely surviving even though they were so much better off than before. He remembers their eyes, deluded even as they spoke of reality.

He remembers the roar of the train, the honking of cars, strangers exchanging vulgar gestures and drunken shouts. He remembers the fatigue that built upon the smile, the pride that refused to look upon the reality of a boy on the cusp of manhood.

He remembers graduation, the haze of summer and the look on his mother’s face.

He remembers separation, the winter winds stealing away the words hurled without thought.

He remembers the knife. The hate. The mistakes. The violence. The routine.

The exhaustion.

It was a nation of the free, everyone capable of pursuing their happiness. So why was it that it was so easy to live with neither freedom nor happiness?

Abilities:
Resistance to Revulsion – Few things disgust Elias enough to the point that he shows it. He’s wholly unaffected by the noxious and the gruesome, a man of mental steel. Where others vomit, he shrugs. Where others piss themselves, he grimaces. Where others scramble away, he rolls up his sleeve.

Throwing Accuracy – Elias has a good eye, a good grasp of physics, and a good idea of what happens if he applies a certain amount of strength to an object of a certain weight. He’s more or less used this ‘ability’ to get himself banned from every amateur darts throwing competition ever.

Relic: A high quality mechanical wristwatch, capable of keeping the time as well as the phases of the moon. The strap is of fine, black leather, while the case is of a pinkish gold coloration. Pulling on the knob will pop open the case, allowing one to observe the intricate system of gears and cogs within.