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Appearance:



Name: Alexander “Ali” and Cleopatra “Cat” Helene

Species: Demigods, Human

Age: 20

Skills:

As children of a witch’s commune in Southern California, Ali and Cat are well aware of the magical underground and all the intricacies of the limbo between worlds. They have a solid basic mystical education, particularly in the fields of astrology, divination, lithomancy, and herbalism, which are often derided as mundie magic.

From their divine heritage the two were born with the minor abilities to bend light and sound.

Part of what secured their acceptance into The Villa was their own custom spell, a bonding ritual that has unique effects based on the individuals involved. Because of their spell they are now able to share thoughts, emotions, and even magic just by touching one another, and each has a bond with their own familiar allowing them to communicate across species.

Nature:

Most would describe them as odd, and bizarrely attached to one another, even for twins, but their family calls them only special. They are free spirits and optimists, seeing the world through rose colored lenses and the kind of enviable cheer only the truly good and happy are capable of. Attached at the hip, sometimes literally as they go everywhere arm in arm, and usually bare footed while they’re at it, Ali and Cat are best friends and confidants in every way that matters, and even the ways that dont.

Despite their similar dreamy expressions, there are some differences. Ali is the more excitable and childish one, eager and creative, while Cat is more restrained and relaxed, mature and analytical.

Nurture:

Located in Grechuerta, California, their community is a magically isolated neighborhood that is a part of the Los Angeles Fontes, one of the more influential American members of the Incantente. Their mother is Governess Roxane Helene of the LA Fonte, and their assumed father is Anton Cabello, a nurse at the local hospital who doubles as a healer for the local underground.

There had always been something odd about the twins’ conception, but it wasn’t anything anyone spoke about in public or within earshot of the children. Whatever was off never turned out badly as some suspected it might, instead as the twins grew they brought much needed joy to Grechuerta, being both happy and sweet children as well as talented little witches. There wasn’t a single neighbor they met that didn’t love them, and their gifts were cultivated early, despite their busy schedules in mundane school with them being part of every co-ed club willing to accept them.

Anton Cabello became their mother’s lover a few years after they were born, and for all intents and purposes became their step-father. With his support and help raising the children Roxane was able to pursue her dream of becoming Governess of the LA Fonte, which held over fifty covens under its name throughout Southern California. She eventually obtained the position and became a proxy in the Incantente, joining in the campaign to obtain enough influence to pressure Mosaic into opening up to the rest of the underground.

Receiving the application, Ali and Cat put together a dual resumé-esque profile for the both of them, detailing their accomplishments and skills as if they were one person- and given their identical results on any and all magical readings and tests, the Dean didn’t bother trying to treat them as separate persons anyway.

Other:

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Quintetherium:

Not a realm exactly, but rather a term meaning all of the quintessential godly realms. Many of them were forged by their residents, and are only as big as they need to be, and others are tiny biospheres attached to said realms, but on the whole they are minor things, not very large or populous and certainly not places a traveler wishes to find themselves. Thankfully these realms are cleverly designed and closely guarded, meaning breaching them by accident is nigh impossible, and only by invitation may a mortal enter. A rare occurrence to say the least.

GODS, DEITIES, DIVINES:

Slowly and steadily over the past century the gods have begun to once again take an interest in Earth. The ages where humans were novel, where their civilizations were idyllic, and the gods were worshiped the world over in a thousand different tongues, have all come and past, and they have cared little for the drab backwater the planet became, but since the great spikes in population and technology, the deaths of millions in world-spanning wars, and the returned relevancy of magic in the world, some among the gods are once again tricking, enchanting, and dallying upon the mortal plane, though still much less so than in centuries past, and sightings remain extremely rare and difficult to confirm.

ETHEREALS, SERAPHS:

Often related to or even classed as gods, ethereal beings are powerful conduits of exotic energies, often described as holy or virtuous in nature. Some believe angels to be a kind of ethereal, but on the whole not much is known about these distant beings. Rarely, if ever, have they ventured to Earth, or any other realm, and when they did they acted through blessings and encouragements upon others, never directly of their own actions.

DEMONS, DEVILS:

A true demon is a manifestation of abyssal energies. Where ethereals are associated with the free void and the unbound winds, demons are painted as anchored beings of dark fire, tethered to shadowy realms they are unable to escape - at least not on their own. They take many forms and have many powers, no two demons being the same, but all share a wicked streak as contentious and sinful hedonists. Being bound as they are, and always willing to play with mortals, they are much more well known than ethereals and thus there is a much greater understanding of them.

Terrarium:

A fancy Muze term for Earth. As far as realms go this world is not especially notable. It is not the most advanced in either science, magic, or technology, nor is it the most populous or the largest or smallest. If Earth were to win any awards it might perhaps be for most demons summoned. Rather telling really.

HUMANS:

The majority of Earth is divided among human governance, and in that they are unique. Few other realms are so vastly spread and divided as humans have made Earth. Even before their Age of Colonization humans lived on every continent and only very few islands lacked any human presence. Their lifespans are not especially short or long, lasting about a hundred years at most. Most of their race has at least some talent for magic, though very few ever realize that potential. Their technology has followed an increasingly bizarre path of development; burning fossil fuels, atomic weapons of mass destruction, even breaching the void to study space flight, but even taking these advances into account they are still vastly outclassed by other races.

Interestingly the majority of their race have forgotten the ways of magic, and over the last century a 'Masquerade' has been put into effect by the developing secret witching communities, charming and enchanting and hacking their way into obscurity from the public.

DEMIGODS, GODLINGS:

As the gods become more active on Earth, they leave behind half-blooded children in their wake. These children are mortal, and often never learn of their lineage, living above-average lives as above-average humans without ever learning a hint of magic. Being god-powered doesn't exactly equate to being the second coming of Sheba however, instead they may simply inherit the less arcane traits of their divine parents, and earn blessings or gifts here and there when their parents deign to watch over them from afar.

ABERRANTS, CRYPTIDS, HYBRIDS:

While technically these creatures have existed, and sometimes still do, in other realms, they are viewed differently on Earth. They are creatures and beings corrupted from a mundane template into something magical, usually done by gods, but sometimes done by powerful witches. These could be one of a kind individuals, and others could be a whole race of their own right, such as the transformative and transmissible strains of the many breeds of lycanthropes and strygans (which are vampires and ghouls). Never has any one kind of hybrid been populous by any definition, but that is especially true in the modern day. While magic and the communities associated with it have grown stronger recently, the rise of witches has not been favorable to ‘monsters and half breeds’, but they do still exist, though some might wish otherwise.

The Lotus Lands:

Otherwise known as Faerie, it is self explanatory that these are the home of the faeries.

FAERIES:

Meddlers in the extreme, faeries are enigmatic and cunning folk with a penchant for manipulating others on a grand scale. They have remained the most powerful mortals for thousands of years simply by virtue of their magic. They are mortal only by the barest definition; magic extends their lives for millennia, and fallen faerie knights have been witnessed being called from the grave to live and fight again. Their armies are vast and skilled, their people educated and decadent, and their realm defies each and every law of physics. Those who venture into their courts often don't return, or when they do they cannot remember what they saw.

ELVES:

As a people they are closely aligned with the Fae, entering into contract with them thousands of years ago and becoming their students, and now their allies. Some view them as a lesser faerie race, and they would not be wrong to do so. Elves have much faerie blood, and faeries have much elvish blood, sometimes the line between one and another is so blurred it cannot be measured. They are responsible for the term 'Mice' in reference to Muzes, having derided explorers as mice traipsing through the fields and gardens where they weren't wanted but ultimately were inconsequential. Given the arrogance of elves they were likely referring to all humans, but many witches adopted the term for Muzes simply because it incensed them so.

ORCS:

While that name has been vilified in popular portrayals, orcs aren't so bad in fact. They, like the elves, reside in the same lands as the Fae, but their ancestors turned away from the faerie pact. Some believe elves and orcs were the same race once, elves emerging from overexposure to faerie magics and faerie blood, while orcs became the more primitive tribal nomads spread across the far reaches of Faerie. Still, they're not the most friendly sort either, but certainly not servants of dark lords of any kind.

Darrobad:

DWARVES:

As the most advanced race known, the dwarven realm has vast mechanical grids stretching far underground. Their holds are huge deep beneath the surface and hold many thousands of citizens each, but a recent dispute with the faeries have brought their people much suffering. Farms across their many holds dried up and began to rot, forcing a people who did not know much magic to begin learning so they could break the many curses now infesting their world. Their return to the surface in search of food brought long forgotten disease and once eradicated infestations into their homes. Some holds are now believed to have more automatons than people in them, and the decline of a dwarven golden age seems set on the horizon.

HOBBITS:

A mysterious and simple folk, Hobbit villages fill tiny glades and valleys in certain parts of the surface world, where they existed as almost total unknowns to even the dwarves beneath their feet until the current crises brought dwarven traders to hobbit fields. There is very little to say about their race beyond that, they are rather boring to most.

Torunn:

Simply put? Troll Country. As far as civilized realms go, Torunn doesn't really count.

TROLLS:

Primitive and secretive, trolls are more enigmatic than even faeries. They are not particularly social, and it isn't uncommon for their status as sapient beings to be questioned. They are a diverse people that are good at hiding, and have - or possibly had - some kind of unique magic that granted them the ability to travel between worlds. Their lack of even the most basic intellectual or societal pursuits makes that doubtful to many though. Elaborate conspiracy theories sometimes hint at the trolls being more advanced than any other mortal race, but such designs are to be disregarded and mocked at every opportunity.

GOBLINS:

They used to be slaves of the trolls, though how that happened is anyone's guess. One day there was a rebellion, and what could barely be classed as a war swept over the world. Technically the was never ended, as goblins soon turned into clannish pirates once free and often annoy the trolls as much as they annoy each other.
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Passenger Entry:

Entry #002
Name: Rosales “Rose” Ali Delgado

Age: 25

Residence: Valencia, Earth
Homeland: Saturnalia, Titan
Occupation: Chief Officer (CO)

Appearance:



Height: 180 / 5’11
Weight: 80 / 176

• Hair: Straight, Brown
• Eyes: Hazel, Light Brown
• Skin: Light Brown, Tanned
• Features: Close kept facial hair, pierced ears.

Personality:

Rose has always been quietly restless, dissatisfied with a peaceful, average life. He seeks a deeper meaning to life, something to care for, something worth fighting for. Withdrawn is another good word to describe him, cautious in many ways, but also confident and self assured. He’s dependable, with a rare devious streak, but also stand-offish and inconsiderate, awkward even.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

All Titanians know their gardens, be they alien or terran, in ground or in space, flowers or vegetables. If it lives they can make it grow, or come damn close to figuring it out. And if, coincidentally, they also know exactly what chemical fertilizers go together explosively, or what treated herbs result in sudden heart failure, well that’s just a happy accident isn't it?

As a colonial, Rose also has a good grasp of most skills needed to run a colony, being well versed in minor mechanics, electronics, construction, and agriculture, with a decent knowledge of what conditions are required to sustain terran life and how best to attain them.

Officially trained in the use of firearms and combat tactics, both on the ground and on the ship, with a good head for dealing with high stress situations and the intuition to give him just enough luck to score above average on the company board’s rosters.

Augs:

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

Nano RegenBay (R. Arm): Thin implant under the skin of the right arm, allows charging and directing of nanites that assist in regenerating and recovering damaged cells, resulting in increased healing of minor wounds such as lacerations, contusions, and thermal damage.

Twitch Muscle Stimulator: Increased reaction time, enhanced movement speed, agility, and muscle growth.

History: Rose was born in a dome on Titan, in the colonial city-state region of Saturnalia, the capital of the planetary government and the oldest city on Titan. His parents were free spirits looking to get away from the ingrained mess that is Earth and start a life somewhere they could live peacefully, and yet still make a difference. They became influential members of the community despite being neither wealthy nor politically connected, and they helped mold Saturnalia’s community into what it is today. In many ways Rose and his parents are opposites; where they are vegetarians, he isn’t, where they are pacifists, Rose believes he should fight for his beliefs, and where they are avid socializers and active members of the community, Rose prefers a smaller, more private collection of friends. Still, they have many similarities, believing in the same causes if not quite the same method to achieve them, and they share hobbies and traditions that make keeping in contact with his family not at all a bother.

Rose gained his mothers’ nickname for him when he was young, the couple delighting in dying his hair every color they could think of until finally when he was six they dyed it pink. The short form of his name suddenly fit perfectly, even if it was stereotypically feminine, and it has stuck with him ever since. Now as an officer in private security, often among colleagues and comrades he doesn’t know well, he is instead mostly called his surname, Delgado, and rarely as Rosales when addressed off duty.

Rose vacationed to Earth after graduating, and was caught up in how big the cities are and how many different people live in them. He returned to Earth again in search of a job more exciting than could be found on peaceful Titan, and began working under a few different security deals before finally being snapped up by the company Superior due to his experience off world. Many companies or states with operations in space or on colonies often prefer to hire spacers or colonials for their workers, many of them simply more experienced and knowledgeable about space travel and colonial matters than most Terrans would ever be.

After two years employed by Superior, Rose was finally promoted to CO, Chief Officer, of the SSV Fitzgerald and has led a rather boring spin across the local cluster as second in command of the salvage vessel.

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Appearance:



Name: Alekeros (Bennuryon, Calasir, Nephalia)

Embodiments:

• Trigonal: Like dualism, Alek believes that one thing will always have a direct, equivalent, affect on another, but he also believes there will also be the unforeseen tertiary side effect. Alek likes things in threes, and his pacts always have a hidden extra clause.
• Contracts: Give and take, balance, one thing must go so another may come. Alek watches carefully over his fair share of bargains, and will never break a deal or suffer to have one broken.
• Cthonic: Hidden underworlds and dark magics are highly alluring to Alek, and he dabbles heavily in the supernatural and the arcane.

Special Powers:

• Shadowsteps: Through study or talent or even natural gift, Alek can access and traverse the world of spirits with ease. With but a few short steps in the spiritual world, he can step back into the material world have traveled great distances at a fraction of the time.
• Infernal: Alek has great power with darker magics, calling upon the most cthonic and tartarean of magics with ease, and shaping them to his will. Brimstone, hellfire, and dark transmutations; Alek's favourite magics to use are based in blood, or in fire. It is why his eyes are always alight with a crimson flare.
• Pheonix: Shapeshifting comes easy to the immortals, and Alek is no different. He has a form of his own design, a great bird of flame and dark light; his feathers provide a radiance so great that their supreme temperature can almost be forgotten, and his face horned and violet, dripping with misting arcane powers.

Divine Artifacts:

• Demiurge, The Staff: Alek's staff is a shapeshifting focus of his will, used to call upon and direct magic and sorcery with greater skill, power, and precision. It can take on the form of a staff, or a wand, or even a pole-arm; but it never changes from it's linear shape.
• Sehen, The Mirror: Worn as a small triangular piece of jewelry dangling from his throat, Daimos is a mirror of far-sight and communication. It allows it's wearer to scry upon others or project his image forth to them - so long as he has found them in an unwarded place first.
• Virtuity, The Crown: It can change color and shape, gain and lose gemstone adornments, become pointed or simplistic, but it is always a softly glowing band sat above Alekeros' head - levitating like a true halo. It's abilities are subtle, but just as useful as the rest; the crown bestows enhanced perception, intelligence, wit. It has a voice of its own, whispering ideas and suggestions, observations and clues into it's wearer's mind.

Sacred Symbols:

• Firebirds: They are small and warm, and can be found all throughout Alek's domain. Red feathered, fluffy, and tiny, nesting in every nook and cranny.
• Triangles: In ritual, be it magical, alchemical, or religious, a heavy use of triangular motifs imply association with Alek, and can even be used by well-informed acolytes to invoke a deal with him.
• Red Eyes: It is well known that Alekeros', and all three of his aspects, have glowing red eyes. To mark two red dots on one's doors or walls would be to ask the god Alekeros to watch over their homes. to be born with flowing red eyes is to be born blessed and in favor with the Alekeros and have an affinity for his dark magics.

Nature: Alek is a recluse, quiet and inquisitive, but industrious and creative. Though he has a penchant for disturbing magic and dealings in unsavory locales, he is not generally regarded as an evil deity, but maybe he is a bit on the amoral side, lacking interest or knowledge of specific courtesies or niceties... or maybe he ignores those conventions on purpose.

Other:

Ever since he first emerged there has always been three distinct characters in his soul, these personalities he called aspects, and were part of him even if they could physically split from his core with ease. These aspects were also able to come to the fore, like a mask over his true self, and yet no less their own individual for being part of his greater self. Alekeros has three such aspects: First is Nephalia, a feminine aspect, she is clever and intelligent, with a streak for compassion and mothering, but there is a subtle darkness to her as well, a penchant for morbid humor and ruthless vindication. Second is Bennuryon, a masculine aspect, and he is thoughtful and inquisitive, steadfast, fair, and honest, but he is not without a fiery passion, and when riled he can gain a cutting tongue, and become brutal with a loose trigger for calling on hellfire and brimstone to turn his enemies to ash. The third aspect is more primal, and doesn't have a masculine or feminine preference, being fluid and allowing others to assume whatever they please. this aspect's name is Calasir, and they are the one furthest from Alek's core, being hot headed and ferocious, but also cold and detached, like an odd mix of Bennuryon and Nephalia, but this aspect takes on the form of a dark phoenix, and has overwhelming instinct for applying judicious use of powerful magics. These aspects have never caused Alekeros problems or a crisis of identity, instead they mesh fluidly and complement one another, allowing him greater physical reach and mental flexibility.

Alek's relationship with his fellow Immortal kin can be fraught at times, but he views each of them as family and would never endanger them, and while sometimes he takes advantage of particularly foolish mortals, his deals with his kin are always fair, even at great personal risk. His delving into their people's dark history with Re'tarlu and their shared bonds of secrecy over familial matters has brought them closer, perhaps even becoming his closest brother and most preferred partner to work with. The others he has grown more distant from, apart from a few whom he works on grander projects with, except Andriel... Their leader and the eldest of his kin, Alekeros finds her to be a solid support strut that their entire society would not be able to survive without, but also disagrees silently with her taking control of the Halo and all it's forces.

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NAME: Jack Zavala
AGE: 32
RACE: Test Tube Clone (Modified)
APPEARANCE:



JOB: Interface Tech
STARTING LOCATION: The Lair of Mirrors
STATS:
Endurance: 4
Expertise: 4
Interfacing: 6*
Intuition: 4
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3

EQUIPMENT:
- One level 3 access card allowing access to interfacing hubs.
- One foldable and compact interfacing suit.
- A pistol with 12 bullets.
- A picking tool that enables basic mechanical work.

BIOGRAPHY:
Grown in 2067 on July 21, Jack was given to wealthy socialite parents Marissa and Davis Green, both whom dearly wanted the perfect son to come pledge their perfect lives. He was the first of their four test tube children; Michelle, Cody, and Tammy soon followed them home into their parents grand high-tech mansion. Michelle, the eldest girl, ran away from home at the earliest opportunity, much like he should have done. Cody… well he dug too deep into Father’s affairs, and they were forbidden from speaking his name ever again… but Jack knew where exactly where to find his brother.

So it was just he and Tammy in that horrid house, with it’s dazzling fixtures and glittering chandeliers, waited on by ever watchful robotic servants- subsentient mostly, or so his Mother claimed, but the look in Butler’s optical arrays sometimes made him wonder. They were relatively close for a while, until Jack picked his career and moved out, losing himself in his master plan, his brain practically plugged into the city-wide network as he researched and modified and experimented, losing himself in calculations and hypothesis… and then little Tammy showed up on his doorstep, now grown and wearing a S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y. uniform. She said she’d taken care of everything… and she had.

Mother and Father were gone now, buried under the same pile of garbage they’d tried to throw their littlest brother under, and the Greens were nothing now. The rich socialite parents disappeared mysteriously, the immaculate test tube kids all went on with their lives - but were never heard from again. Jack Zavala became a highly placed specialist, a brilliant Interface Technician working to advance The Cape. Michelle Green, if that was even her name still, was lost in the wind and he did not find her again. Cody Morrison passed violently, the choices he made in the underbellies of the city caught up with him; in order to hide from his parents he’d had to go where they’d never look and do what they could never track… eventually one of many enemies and rivals found him. Tammy Nguyen joined the elite guard and enforcers, used her friends and influence in that force to get revenge on her parents, protect her siblings, and cover it all up - it was her who gave them all new surnames, new identities really, and it was perhaps her disappearance that made it all go wrong for Jack.

They grew up in a veritable golden age despite their familial troubles, life was good in The Cape, but then things started going down the drain for their city, and Jack was one who stepped up to get the training needed to run the city without the City-AI to guide them. It was one disaster after another in his adult life, billions of systems were collapsing, thousands were dying, and then…

Then Tam - the youngest sister who really he should have stepped up to protect and watch over instead of letting her become the self assured and confident protector of their family - she went missing. She was high-clearance, talented, worked for the government… he assumed she was fine for a lot longer than he should have. He never got the chance to go looking for her, never got a chance to even ask about her. Rioters sacked his appartment and Jack allowed himself to be swept down below amongst the struggling masses, the desperate survivors… but Jack had a dream, and apocalypse or not he was going to see it through.

Such was how he came to the Lair of Mirrors; as good a place as any to hide out, do some scavenging, and with the added bonus of maybe, just maybe, he would hit the jackpot- and if he didn’t, well what had he truly lost?

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