Name: Benjamin Olin
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Captain

Birthmark Shape: Link
Location of Birthmark: On the nape.
Magical Abilities: Dust Form - Benjamin has the ability to transform himself, his clothing and, if he wishes, whatever he is touching into particles of grey-brown dust. In this form he can travel at fast speeds through the air and is less vulnerable to physical attacks.

Place of Birth: Santiago, Chile.
Currently Residing: New York, New York.
Personality: Benjamin is accustomed to working alone - Not everyone in the Guild is accepting of his ruthlessness which at times borders on excessive, nor does everyone view his work as righteous. Ergo he tends to be seen as a cruel individual who acts mercilessly to uphold Guild law although nobody can call his conviction into question, and how he is able to keep up with his tasks as a leader yet be away so often is a mystery to many. The only person he truly cares about is his sister, although they aren't on speaking term he would likely kill for her.

History/Bio: Born and raised in Chile till he was eleven. Once Benjamin's powers began to emerge he was taught the magic of his family though his single mother alongside his year-younger sister Emilia. Most importantly they were taught about the Guild and how the organisation protected people like their family, the duo were awestruck over the idea of such a powerful group and what it stood for. Thanks to the earning of their mother the duo were brought up in a relatively safe environment, not having to turn to criminals or the underworld to protect themselves the family grew up relatively innocent for the first ten years. Then the mother's employees commanded her over to work indefinitely overseas in the US. The family moved and grew accustomed to their new home and life - The children learned English and Benjamin's mother continued to train them in magic throughout the years as she juggled her personal life and the increasing strain of her work.

Benjamin was sixteen when his mother died. A botched burglary and a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't a targeted attack by a rogue magi, his mother died like any other mortal, though Benjamin didn't care about that fact. He couldn't believe that the Guild hadn't protected his mother. Logic be damned. To him it didn't matter if they couldn't, if they couldn't protect her then they weren't doing their damn job. They weren't following their own rules and laws. That was the only possibility in Ben's eyes and he was going to make sure that from now on they would. He'd make sure of it even if he had to deliver judgement himself. Ben and his sister were recruited and moved into the Guild headquarters.

While Emilia dealt with her loss with friendships Benjamin used his pain as a foci, he studied books from cover to end - memorising any and all laws that he could. Although the attack on the Guild by the Dark Shadow occurred a few years ago there was still an amount of somber and stress, as such Ben struggled to find a proper teacher. That was no matter to him, if he couldn't find anyone to train him then he would do what he could. For the first year within the guild he conditioned himself, training his body's strength and endurance in an attempt to compensate for his lack of martial training. The year after he finally received a teacher and began to train in the art of fighting.

By eighteen he became a member of the Guild and as such was sent on missions from higher-ups. At this point his ruthlessness was revealed, few missions ended in failure although Ben's limited extent of training meant that during the first few months he often returned bleeding or injured in some other way which caused some to speculate if he was ready for his position. If it wasn't for his animalistic endurance that they saw then perhaps they would have pulled him off of missions.
The higher-ups never truly punished Ben for his sprees of violence. Even if Ben never left hotels smeared with blood or alleyways littered with corpses He often returned with one or two broken bodies - the corpses of those who refused to surrender to Ben and his one chance policy. Ben's notoriety spread, his own sister began to avoid him and although torn he knew he couldn't stop, nobody else was willing to uphold the laws.
As the months went by Ben became much more efficient, returning with severe injuries less frequently than when he started. After two more years - at twenty - he must have impressed someone pretty high on the ladder with his effectiveness. He was promoted to Captain although he took this as an opportunity to choose his own hits, or "hunts" as he calls them. Even if he now has responsibilities he refuses to leave the field, much like how he refuses teammates to work alongside in his own missions, even though fieldwork can keep Ben away from the Guild office for weeks if not months. In all this time Ben still prefers missions involving the apprehension of magi or criminals, if he can stop them then he could be protecting others from such people. It's okay though. He only kills criminals, they're bound to break the law at some point....

Name: Aram Secrue
Gender Male
Age: 25
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape:


Location of Birthmark: Inner forearm
Magical Abilities: Regokinesis - Aram is adept at manipulating vectors, meaning he can change the direction, momentum, and magnitude of movement via force of will. This ability has powerful applications, but in turn the range is short, and he can only control so many vectors at one time(the most so far he's managed is four). It's also taxing to hold prolonged vectors, depending on the opposition.
-Effects Aram has explored well so far:
○ Changing directions of movement
○ Accelerating/Decelerating speeds of movement
-Effects Aram is attempting to train:
○ Manipulation at a distance of more than six feet
○ Maintaining momentum
○ Prolonged manipulation

Naturally, it is much easier for him to manipulate vectors that are close to him- and as such, he can produce an effect from his palms similar to an extremely repulsive field, which violently deflects entities that move against it.
He is capable of manipulating vectors within about six feet with ease, but after that distance, his capabilities heavily drop off naturally. He is attempting to remedy this with training.

Place of Birth: New York, U.S.
Currently Residing: New York, U.S.
Personality:
Confident- "Some say too confident, but what do they know? You can't deny refined potential!"
Exuberant- "Why be blue? My whole life is up front, and I don't intend to slow down long enough to catch a recession."
Oblivious- "What, I'm shouting you say? And my clothing looks silly?! I don't see anyone complaining!!!"
Fearless- "I don't fear anyone's power. I make them fear their own."
Lighthearted- "Hey, look at the silver lining...no, I mean on my hat! It's beautifully designed, wouldn't you say?"

Aram's mannerisms are definitely unique. For one- he's confident to a fault. And for two, well...he's 'extravagant'. He speaks in a dialect reminiscent of 1950's American Mafia. Weird, right? There's surely some reason for this, but not many people know of it. Even in times of complete seriousness- his odd persona doesn't let up.

History/Bio: Aram comes from a long family line of Dark Shadow followers. One ambitious generation after the rest- all sour at what had been done to their kind in the past. In truth, his line had been on humanity's side in the Guild vs. Corpus opposition. But after the Mages had been purged without impunity, without consideration for individual ideals, they turned against the Non-magi. It didn't get them far. But the Secrues were never a large family to begin with. And now that their numbers are wearing thin, Aram is taking initiative to leave a legacy. He has to leave his mark on this world somehow.


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