Appearance: Unreliable.

* Vini and Vin are the same person, simply the male and female appearance's that Vini defaults to when taking other forms. He still enjoys creating random appearances to take, these two are simply the ones he uses most often and views as his new natural look. The appearance he had before gaining his powers has been put out of his mind and he will likely never take his birth form again.

• Vini is fairly tall and well built, with light skin and light orange eyes. He had dark hair and only shows a few signs of his half-Korean heritage, appearing almost 1/4th or less Korean instead of the half he truly is. Similarly there is almost no sign of his father's Latino blood.
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• Vin is a bit shorter than Vini, with pale skin and dark green eyes. She has soft, long dark hair and looks more dominantly Korean than Vini. She too shows little sign of her father's Latino heritage.

Age: Unreliable. Naturally and dominantly 17.

Sex: Unreliable. Naturally and dominantly male.

Infection Type: Empowered

Powers:

• Organic Manipulation; Vin is able to understand how living things work and alter them at a basic level. So far he is only capable of manipulating his own human appearance and making slight changes to others'. While he can change his own gender, skin color, height, weight, and even health, he can only make skin deep changes or minute internal alterations to other Humans. His effect on plants is nothing, and his effect on animals is also only skin deep, if there is any effect at all.
  
  In time he will gain a mastery of the ability and become capable of altering all living matter. He will never be able to create or destroy matter, however living things are delicate and easily killed. It would not take much to intentionally or accidentally snuff out a life or disable a being from the capability of survival. All living things require certain things to function and any mistake while altering a being could cause serious problems. The ability to understand how a living thing works offsets this downside somewhat, but a lack of focus or not having the energy needed to make the changes desired leaves no small risk.
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• Energy Manipulation; absorbing energy and changing it into different types is a useful gift. He uses it to create fire and electricity as well as a source of fuel for his body. The ability tires quickly however, and the amount of energy he can hold in his body is limited. He also does not have a very large range of control, needing physical contact to absorb energy and only able to manipulate the energy a short distance from his skin. Already this has resulted in burns and shocks around his hands.
  
  Eventually his field of control will expand, allowing him to manipulate energy from a distance and store more within himself. His own body requires large amounts of energy to function, much more than another Human or even an empowered one, and as such a lot of the energy he absorbs is turned to keeping himself alive. He is also susceptible to damage by the energy he manipulates; burning and electrocution especially, but also radiation as well. Storing more energy than his body can hold will result in literally burning up his own body.
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• Psychic Field: Vini's mind emits a psychic field, allowing him to interact with other minds around him. Influencing actions, reading thoughts, and telepathic communication are a few of the capabilities. Already limits have been found in that it takes immense concentration to focus on any one mind, and so far only cats have answered his mental suggestions. The thoughts of animals are incomprehensible to him, and while he feels something from plants, they aren't at all categorizable as thoughts. Regardless of language, Human thoughts make sense to him.
  
  As his power grows his field of control will expand and he will be able to more accurately read and influence minds at further distances with less need to concentrate. He will not be able to mind-control a sentient being or any creature with significant willpower.

Personality: Vini has long been frustrated with his life, holding himself to high standards he had no way of reaching and finding the world baring sharp teeth at every turn. He wanted the world to be good to him, but it wouldn't even settle on fair, instead he found life and people to be cruel, and so he started fighting back. Some of his former gentler attributes remain, such as the urge to offer kindness and friendship to any and all, but they are buried beneath a heart of acid. He approaches others with caution and prepares for the worst from their interactions. He doesn't allow anything they say to hurt him, because he knows he is carved from marble; solid as stone and better than any of the pebbles fighting at his feet.

Bio: Vini's mother was a Korean woman who loved to travel. She met his father in Sao Paulo, Brazil and the two traveled for a few years, in Frankfurt, Germany they discovered she was pregnant. She was adamant she wasn't done seeing the world and refused to settle down. On a small trip to Chile after returning home to meet his family, Vini was born. A year later they moved from Chile to America, and the year following that his mother and her unborn daughter died in childbirth. By that time they were living in LA and were barely able to make ends meet, having spent too much of their money traveling and his father never finished his education. However his father refused to move to a less costly city, claiming LA was his mother's favourite place. Three years later they moved from California to a small town in Oregon.

Vini had two names, using his Korean one at home with his father, who was confusingly Brazilian and thus spoke Portuguese, but had learned some Korean from his now deceased wife, and his more European name at school with his friends. He had many friends at first, carrying a sense of loneliness with him at how empty and quiet his home was, and he was desperate to have as many companions as possible. He found the other children to be cruel though, and many of his friends bullied his other friends, or said horrible things about each other. Vini often refused to get caught up in the feuds though, which alienated both sides. Near the end of his stay in Oregon he only had a handful of friends of a like mind who disliked getting involved.

He left them behind when he and his father moved across the country to live in North Carolina, for seemingly no reason. If there ever was a reason, Vini never discovered it. Once more he started making friends with as many people as would have him, but as he discovered they too were cruel and hateful towards each other, Vini stuck to his teammates on the swim team instead. They could usually be counted on to place nice with everyone, but even they had their spats with this and that student. Vini found himself ignoring their flaws just so he could justify them to his too-high standards and maintain their friendship.

Just before he gained his powers, Vini found himself in a situation he couldn't ignore. He'd gotten a girlfriend the year before, but things had ended abruptly when she moved to Virginia. There were occasional other girls who caught his eye, but just as frequently there were boys. When one came to him with an offer of a date, he hesitantly accepted, already knowing that if it got out it wouldn't be pretty. Of course, it immediately got out because the boy who asked him out had done it as a joke and immediately began telling others. The swim team, his only collection of real friends, did not approve.

Their actions hardened his heart, and he finally accepted that the world and everyone in it were flawed. Everyone except himself, because he had tried to be friendly, to be kind, to have an open mind and be respectful and a thousand other good things to so many bad people, but even the nicest of those people were bad and hateful. None of them were good enough to be his friend, they were unworthy of his kindness. So despite how wrong it felt to mirror their cruelty, Vini did so anyway, becoming the exact kind of person he once hated.

At the first sign of fever, he leapt at the chance to disappear for a few days. He went home and locked himself away in his room. The sicker he got, the more frustrated he became with his situation. He'd seen those people so full of hate be nice to others, they didn't hate everyone, so what was different that made those people so likeable?

The answer was obvious; they were attractive, they were fit and healthy, they could match any style and look good in any clothes. He needed that.

Gaining an ability like the first one he received was undoubtedly unlikely, certainly under the circumstances of just wanting it, but the virus works in strange ways, and he was still emotionally fragile from the betrayal of his friends and the inevitable crumbling of the relationship with his father. He needed to be somebody else, and he needed to be healthy and attractive to have a chance at ever getting to the place he'd always wanted to be. The stress was just enough to work for him.

Of course once his body started changing, becomingly nearly unrecognizable to even himself, he knew that he'd regret getting what he'd wished for. His father would never recognize him, no one would- so he was immensely relieved when his appearance returned to normal moments later. He wrestled with the gift for a while, learning how it worked, but then he collapsed.

He still looked like himself luckily, his skin was simply clearer, a few shades paler, and his eyes a lighter shade of brown. His father found him soon after, investigating the sound of hearing his body hit the bathroom floor. He was rushed to the hospital, his fever through the roof and his pulse thready. They found he was dehydrated and utterly exhausted, in the few moments of wakefulness he had in the hospital he realized he didn't even have the energy to breath.

This his second power came to him, as a direct response of being overtaxed by his first power. He began absorbing energy directly from the machines keeping him alive, and from the air around him. Gradually he began to recover, absorbing more and more energy to sate himself. The hospital had several power problems in the following days, and three days after arriving his fever still hadn't gone down and he only had short bouts of wakefulness. During one of those bouts he asked the nurse where his father was and she explained to him one of the kids from school had passed his room and mocked his preferences. His father left the hospital after overhearing and interrogating the kid.

Vini knew his father well, so he was well aware of how angry his father would be at learning something like this about his only son. When the man returned, he refused to talk to him for a long time, so long Vini was left desperately wondering what the man was thinking and beginning to seriously consider exactly what his father might do when they were alone. Then his third and final power made an appearance, and Vini saw exactly what his father was thinking.

That night he fled the hospital looking like someone else. Two days later his fever ended and he felt mostly normal. He'd been on the move ever since, heading north to Canada.

Equipment: Stolen clothes, stolen bag, handful of stolen cash.

Name: Galen “Gale” Derricson

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Species: Human

Appearance: Galen isn't particularly tall, slightly on the short side of average in fact. He tries to keep his dark brown hair short, but it grows quickly and tends to hang messily around his ears. His bright green eyes gleam with insatiable curiosity, and when he smiles others can't help but wonder at his oddly sharp, white teeth, only just dull enough to appear normal if a bit unusual. Long days aiding his father under the sun and in the shop have gained him a fit physique and tanned skin.

Personality: Gale has always been curious about the world around him, and eager for the next chance to learn something new. His thirst for knowledge has often gotten him in trouble, forging a rebellious streak in him. Gale has recently gained a penchant for keeping secrets and acting with more caution than the impulsiveness of his childhood.

History: Galen was born under questionable circumstances, the adults of the village always watching him speculatively, looking for the similarities between him and his parents. There was never any indication that his mother was expecting a child before his appearance in the town, yet both of his parents insisted he was theirs and took great offense at questions suggesting otherwise.

His early childhood was spent in in the woods, chasing rabbits and climbing trees, but eventually his interests turned to the greater world and he would pester every adult for a story of their travels beyond their small town. Every time a trader or traveler passed through town he would follow them around until they either left or told him everything they knew. His pestering nearly got him in trouble when a messenger employed by the Empire stopped in town to resupply. As revenge for being denied a story, Gale stole three of the messenger’s books straight from the horse’s saddle bags. The man didn't discover the theft before leaving town, and never returned.

Getting away with the crime was the starting point of Gale’s rebellious streak, but he never committed another crime after that. To break the streak, his dad convinced him to start working with him under the guise of spending time together away from the village. With the incentive of going to Gil’ead and seeing the greater world he was so curious about, Galen couldn't resist. Ever since he has been working at his father’s side, and with his father’s occupation being a woodworker; whittling trinkets, crafting furniture, and repairing houses, much of the woodcutting has fallen to Gale, who has become quite proficient at wielding an axe.

The promised trips to Gil’ead were few and brief, allowing only fleeting glimpses of the world he sought to know. It was still the most impressive city he’d ever seen, and Gale suddenly understood why no one visited Mashal, which while it might have had picturesque views, scenic woodlands, and a fantastic river for swimming in, the small and dirty town had nothing on the order and density of Gil’ead.

His sixteenth birthday saw him still bending rules to suit him and picking the brains of travelers who passed through town. However on that day his father took him aside and told him the secret of his birth, of how he wasn't truly their son. Opposite of his father’s expectations, Galen instead grew to deeply care for his parents in a way he hadn't thought to before. The revelation that they had chosen him to be their son, and that they had done everything they could for him as if he really was their flesh and blood, was enough to change his perception of them totally. Learning just how well they had kept the secret, Gale confided in them his own. Over the last few years he’d come to realize he didn't feel the same about girls as others his age did, and rapidly became aware of feeling something towards men instead. His father worried over what went wrong when they had raised him, but his mother took the news much better, walking around with a twinkle in her eye and a bounce in her step. Later she confided that she had once shared love with a woman in secret, but refused to identify which one, only elaborating that her parents and friends had pressured them to break it off and eventually she fell in love with his father instead. She was happy to finally have something to bond with her son over.

The change in their family on his sixteenth birthday hadn't gone unnoticed by the village, and once again the usual gossipers stared at them speculatively, but never asked their questions aloud. Previously he had grown closer to his father as they worked together, but Gale didn't follow him into the woods or into the city anymore, instead he grew closer with his mother and spent much of his free time with his friends, either in the river or hunting in the forest, stopping every so often to pick herbs or flowers his mother liked for seasoning or just decoration.

Nine months later he discovered a saddled horse in the forest, no rider in sight. He took it to town to be fed and watered, and a week later no travelers had come to town to claim it. A quick search of the horse revealed a pouch with what appeared to be letters written in a strange language no one recognized, except for the semi-serious suggestion of elvish, and a map leading to Mashal. With no idea what the belongings meant, the village largely shrugged it off. As he had been the one to find and take care of the horse, it was assumed he would be the one to keep it or sell it. By this time they had named her Freya and he couldn't justify selling her given that one of the older villagers had started teaching people to how to ride with her.

Closer inspection of the map, and the foreign words scribbled there, would reveal that the marker did not lead to Mashal at all, but instead to a location close by. Not that anyone would be seeing those papers again, they disintegrated into thin air in the middle of the night. No, if they wanted to find the treasure they'd have more luck stumbling upon it than recalling a slight error in an odd map.

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Name: Kolysakr

Gender: Male

Age: Egg

Egg's Appearance: http://media.popcultcha.com.au/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/w/h/white-egg-paper-weight-01.png

Hatched Appearance: http://nightpark.deviantart.com/art/Silverdrak-Commission-381575353

Personality: Curious and thoughtful, Kolysakr is very observant of his environment. He was perhaps a bad choice to choose as a rider's dragon as he prefers privacy and independence, yet contrary to this he feels an echoing loneliness from his long years as an egg and is eager to make a friend to care for and be cared for. It is a rider that shares his desire for companionship and unrestrained acceptance yet is also a private and separate person that would prompt him to finally hatch.

Name: Dylan

Alias/Nickname: -

Gender: Male

Race: Warlock

Age: 20

Personality: Dylan is eager to prove himself, his talents have always been hidden and covered up because of the danger, so he's strived to improve himself in other areas and win the respect of his peers.

History: Dylan was born to a witch in the wilderness, and he grew up learning magic from his mother. He never learned of his father, and played with the boys of a nearby village.

His mother's practice was discovered, and she was executed on account of witchcraft. Dylan escaped by swearing he wasn't a practitioner and that his mother cursed him to never tell anyone. He felt bad about lying about his mother, but it got him out alive and he was taken in by one of his friends parents.

Now Dylan is traveling to the capital to answer a mysterious message he received via magic.

Name: Bellamy Craight

Alias/Nickname: Bell, Agent Sparks

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Brotherhood of Assassins

Age: 24

Personality: Bellamy is a complicated person with conflicting ideals. He's ambitious and selfish, indulging his own desires on many an occasion, but also compassionate and generous, always making time to help and avoiding hurting others’ feelings. He's a bit shy, and certainly quiet, but his work as a lone agent gave him a chance to try on many new faces and come out of his shell a bit. Now he's feeling the pressure as he's trusted with one of the most important missions his order has ever undertaken.

History: Born and raised an assassin, Bellamy always knew what was needed of him, and grew up fast under the tutelage of his father. His mother was never in the picture, having died in childbirth, or so was the story. He joined the brotherhood early in life, and began doing many menial tasks around various headquarters and doing many errands around important cities. Once he was of age he received his first target and began working to take down a Templar who had holed herself up in Brasilia and was growing big and causing mess after mess as she spread corruption.

The assassins overestimated her, and when he took her down quickly and with little fuss they thought him a protege. Bellamy didn't ever know to correct their assumptions, and began rising in the ranks. Thankfully he did have some talent for sneaking and killing, but mostly he was talented with languages and cultures, as well as technology. Perfect for Operation Paradox.

Name: Jonas Finley

Alias/Nickname: Joe

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Personality: Jonas would do anything for his friends, and inspires them to do the same for him. He’s loyal and quick to make new friends, drawing them in like a magnet. His kindness and cheerful attitude have a way of making those around him feel better, and he is always ready with a sympathetic ear.

History: Joe was born lower class, but he lived in the massive city of Los Angeles and explored the city often, despite the terrible air and conditions. His parents couldn’t ever keep up with him, and one day he paid for his overzealous explorations when he wandered too close to an illegal chem dump and was blasted with toxic air. He spent months in the hospital, and his lungs were unlikely to ever recover, but with the millions of dollars his family received from suing the responsible company, they were able to move into a dome. For a few years at least, immediately after moving into the dome Joe’s lungs began to recover due to the treated air.

His family wouldn’t be able to afford the home forever though, and knew they had to win a spot to Terra Nova if Joe was ever going to get better. Terra Nova was the dream for many, and had been for them as well, but now it was their son’s life at stake. Joe’s father, Terrance, began picking up lottery tickets for a trip, and his mother went back to school to become a better doctor. In the end it was just enough, and they were recruited for Terra Nova.

Name: James Clark

Alias/Nickname: Jamie

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 23

Personality: James is a bit oblivious, socially at least, physically he's very observant and notices things others wouldn't think to look for. He's quick to smile, but gets cagey about too many personal questions.

History: His father was a geneticist, and was at the head of a lot of genetic engineering projects for a time. He's mostly retired now, though he often acts as a consultant to young scientists who manage to track him down.

James was raised by his flaky mother, and moved to Canada as soon as he was old enough. He supported himself through college for a while before dropping out and getting a job as a freelance photographer. He's returned home after an extended stay in Brazil taking photos of natives and the wildlife for various magazines and websites.

Name: Aarón Luca Alejandro Dante, “Alante”

Age: 19

Residence: Los Angeles, United States
Occupation: Student, Street Musician

Appearance:

• Hair: Dark black, smooth undercut.
• Eyes: Dark brown.
• Skin: Light brown, very light freckles.
• Features: Stark eyebrows, ears pierced, accented speech.

Personality: Stand offish and thoughtful, Aarón is considered quiet and dependable, but hard to befriend. He’s also headstrong and very independent, quick to take a leading or solo role, with little regard for rules or fairness. He doesn’t do well with large crowds, dislikes dealing with emotions, and cares deeply for his family.

History: Aarón grew up in a mixed Mexican-American household, his mother’s side spread out across the southwestern United States and northwestern Mexico, originating from an increasingly poor little city known as Palo Vista in the Mexican state of Sonora, and his father’s side being an estranged wealthy clan from the state of Washington. They met in Los Angeles and fell in love, and his father followed his mother south across the border to Palo Vista. Eventually they saved up enough money, and with help from their relatives across the border, they moved back to the city of their dreams and bought a home in South Los Angeles.

Their family was small, and Aarón grew up with only an elder sister named Julia and was raised almost solely by her and their mother after their father was pushed off the pier at Santa Monica during a fight and drowned when his foot became trapped beneath the pier’s support struts. The fight happened when he was very young, but he remembers it began because some older boys had been picking on his sister and threatened her.

His family recovered from the tragedy well, all things considered, and through the pursuit of music they bonded and began to play together in the streets or sometimes booked in small local venues. Towards the end their connections began to fray, his mother lost her job and was forced to take an option with less pay and more hours, and his sister got into a good college in Washington, leaving him to play alone and try and find his own path. Eventually he was accepted at a local school of arts in Los Angeles, but he never made it to his first class. Instead he had a minor freakout when two cars collided in front of him, and he was only saved from being struck by the debris by mysterious powers holding the metal bits that would have speared right through him, freezing them in midair. Then later the same day, still in disbelief and closer to his new school, he’d been hit by a wave of fatigue and called home- only for his phone to glitch massively and begin spitting out a strange warning that he needed to run away as fast as possible- and then he was caught, dark tendrils wrapped around his wrists and waists, pulling him down through the concrete below before he could even scream.

He, like all the others, found himself in the Seeker Prison next; a place that was cold, dark, and filled with monsters. A place where time didn’t seem to ever pass, and a dark whispering stole all his strength.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• Music: Aarón is adept with a guitar and knows how to read and play music on a variety of other instruments, as well as a good grasp of performing with singing and dancing.
• Tri-lingual: Aarón can speak his native languages of Spanish and English, as well as fluent Portuguese.
• Telekinetic Specialty: As a Streamer the abilities related to teleknietic abilities come easiest to him, and he is capable of learning more advanced applications and skills of that specific power.

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Name: Dizzy
Age: 16
Gender: M
DNA: Great White Egret (Ardea alba), White Winged Vampire Bat (Diaemus youngi)

Personality:

Dizzy isn’t selfish, more so he’s simply thoughtless and short sighted with an unhealthy side dish of oblivious. He likes his solitude and space, often resulting in a noticeable rift between him and the rest of the Flock, but he’s not heartless or uncaring, and secretly he does enjoy the love and comfort of his peers, he just doesn’t like to encourage them lest they get carried away. He has a brave and adventurous streak as well, enjoying exploration and daring to toe the rules.

Appearance:

Dizzy is short for his kind, but average on the whole. He enjoys a rather athletic build, excelling in the fitness trials. He has thick dark hair, warm brown skin, and wide dark eyes. He is hardly ever seen without either his tinted training goggles or his pair of cheap shades, designed to help him function in normal lighting without blinding his sensitive eyes. Smiles are few and far between, hiding his unusually straight teeth due to their less than human appearance, each of them pointedly sharp, making his genuine smiles small and unrevealing, and his wide grins more threatening. His wings are thick with curling soft white feathers, and they have a trim of even brighter white along the wing tips. His clothing choices are not typically form fitting, often consisting of worn, ripped, or faded articles that are too small or too large, but he hordes bright colors and trendy accessories, like earrings and bandanas.

Other:

Dizzy’s name is well earned, he was often confused and not quite ‘all there’ as a kid. “What?” is still his catch phrase even years after he overcame his ‘dizzy spells.’ Combining this and his easily distracted mind with his uncomfortably precise hearing and tendency to be blinded by even mediocre lighting and Dizzy did indeed spend quite a lot of time being dizzy.

His unusual attributes, the ones outside the norm for the Flock, include weaknesses as well as strengths; such as his supernaturally advanced hearing, and the drawback of being overly sensitive to loud noises and easily distracted by faraway sounds. Similarly his night vision is better than most humans can see in the day, but even average day-time or artificial light levels can blind him. Dizzy also has a not so subtle vampire’s bite, with many of his teeth being unusually pointed, specifically his canines and first premolars, and his saliva is full of powerful anticoagulants which make his bite likely to make his opponent bleed out if they aren’t careful. Dizzy’s fangs aren’t the only sharp weapon in his body’s repertoire though, he also has a set of mean claws, unassuming at first glance, but subtly hooked and thick, strong and sharp enough to tear skin, if only to make shallow cuts. Of his more relative to the Flock skills, Dizzy has taken to flying and strength with great talent, but flounders when made to apply too much grace or agility, however he does have an impressive sprint, and a positively predatory leap.

History:

At his youngest the scientists neglected Dizzy, leaving him to his own devices apart from the few times they attempted to make him pay attention to lectures or get concrete answers on his tests out of him, but usually he was simply subjected to basic scans and assessments before being left in his cage to amuse himself- which he did, listening to everything going on rooms away and playing with his food and generally avoiding the other children. Finally he was deemed old enough to be given proper medication for his inattention, and after a slew of vomit- and fever-inducing drug trials, they worked out a specially tailored attention-boosting drug just for him. Eventually he outgrew the ‘dizzy spells’ and no longer needed it, culminating in a nasty bout of withdrawal when they stopped giving it to him, but for the majority of his childhood he needed aids and special treatment the other children didn’t- and was constantly reprimanded and made to pay for it.

He was sensitive to light, he could see all the right colors- mostly, sometimes purple was iffy - but his eyes couldn’t process the excess brightness and resulted in copious amounts of squinting and shielding his eyes before finally someone bought him a cheap pair of sunglasses from the supermarket, and then eventually a pair of tinted pool goggles from the same place when the glasses kept falling off during physical training. Alarms and too-loud simulations quickly overwhelmed him, causing him such pain as to collapse screaming and clutching at his ears, the persistent ringing staying with him for days afterward, and so the scientists gave him ear plugs, which he constantly lost, resulting in the Flock finding a lone misplaced earbud in their personal space on a regular basis no matter where they went or what they were doing.

About the time puberty struck Dizzy began to make great strides in overcoming his ‘disabilities’, building up a resistance to louder and louder noises, and maintaining some sense of sight in most well-lit rooms, though both situations left him extremely uncomfortable and often with the dull throb of constant pain behind his eyes and in his ear drums. Other changes came to him, his adult teeth had been coming in oddly shaped for a while then, but the last of them pushed through as a set of questionably unsubtle fangs, and his tests revealed unique properties in his saliva. It was then that he stopped being the failure runt of the litter, setting off to training and exams with something to prove; and for his efforts he began excelling in class and on the mat, mostly on par with the rest of Flock for once, sometimes even managing to edge out the others and make the top score.

Going on seventeen Dizzy has both settled into his skin, and not. He feels awkward and estranged from the others, having taken much longer to tie that familial bond, and then saddled with the need to prove he was just as good as them he’d stepped on more than one set of toes, and fended off more than one kind gesture. He’s much less moody these days, not as standoffish, but distant all the same. He’s as invested in this gamble for freedom as any of them, but if anyone’s most likely to wander off without a word and never be heard from again, it would be Dizzy. An unlikely scenario, he’d be lonely, and for all his eye-rolling and hasty retreats for a moment of solitude, he does care for his kin... he just maybe also cares for going to the cinema by himself, without telling anyone. And the beach. And maybe that flashy distracting concert down the street. Also, those cats are cute and he may spend a few hours following them around town if left unsupervised, and really who needs supervision? Not Dizzy, that’s for sure. (Dizzy. Dizzy needs supervision.)

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Passenger Entry:

Entry #015

Name: Jack Anders

Age: 25

Residence: Melbourne, Earth

Homeland: Melbourne, Earth

Occupation: Exo-Planetary Journalist with Distant Homes Magazine, hired to write articles about everything from colonial culture on newly settled worlds to alien wildlife on freshly discovered planets.

Appearance:



Height:

Weight:

• Hair: Black, short, curly.
• Eyes: Hazel.
• Skin: Light skin.
• Features: Thick eyebrows, short sideburns, reflective eyes.

Personality: Jack is usually quiet and contemplative, often finding himself overthinking everything. He’s independent and cautious, keeping to himself and finding little reason to clue others into his thoughts. He’s open minded, and quick to become emotionally invested, and not very good at hiding it- or hiding anything at all. He is also innovative and rebellious, and he can and will bend the rules to reach success.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

With a background in exo-planetary work, Jack has picked up a variety of tips and tricks regarding xenobiology, alien geology, modern architecture, and a great range of complicated technologies. As a journalist, he’s become quite adept at digging up information and getting straight to the point.

He was a part-time musician in high-school and part way through college, and has notable skills as a singer and guitarist. He’s kept in practice still due to his love of music, though he never made it big enough to consider a full time career.

Jack’s home is nearly self-sufficient, supplying much of its own power through solar panels and growing his own food, giving him an eclectic mix of middling skill in both gardening and electrical maintenance.

Augs: Cybernetic Lenses: Correct bad vision, minimally improve eyesight at range, in low light, and underwater.


History:

Jack was born in Melbourne, but later moved to San Francisco with his parents who became teachers at local universities. He spent much of his early years like any other kid, ignoring the fast approaching day that would come when he needed to pick a career. He muddled his way through college, switching majors often, before finally deciding that he could travel to distant planets and write articles about them, that such a job would be both doable and enjoyable.

After graduation he returned to Melbourne and began his career, hopping back and forth from Earth so another distant world and learning more about each one. His articles covered a wide variety of subjects, first starting simply with how a new colony was progressing, but then switching into increasingly complicated and dangerous subjects, such as new scientific discoveries and hostile alien species.

Jack best describes himself as a jack of all trades, knowing a lot about many different things, but not too much about any one subject.

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Developments: