Name: Shirin Mahdavikia

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Appearance: Shirin is 5'4 with tan colored skin, a proud bearing of her Arab heritage. She has long straight black hair, but it is covered up by a blood red hijab that surrounds her face and neck. Other than that, her dress is relatively modern. She wears a black leather jacket buttoned up with a beige blouse on underneath. In defiance of her culture, she wears a pair of blue jeans with a pair of shin high black boots. The outfit looks out of place with the hijab, but it covers up the mess her neck became when she was killed, and the jacket and jeans hide the permanent lacerations and scars from her year in prison.

Personality: For most of her life Shirin was submissive, always putting other peoples needs above her own. She was kind and generous, and well liked by her peers. During the last year of her life, that kind woman was beaten and tortured, forced to watch horrible atrocities committed on her fellow citizens, and by the time she was executed, she was a cold bitter shell of her former self. Now she wants to get revenge on those responsible for her death.

Bio: Shirin was born in a suburb of Tehran on October 2nd, 1979, just as the Iranian Revolution was kicking into full gear. Her parents were young, involved in the uprising and they raised her in full belief of the theocratic state they lived in. Everything went along as normal until it came time to choose a college. Being an exceptional student, Shirin got offers from the most highly-regarded universities in Iran...as well as a full ride from Arizona State University in Tempe. Her parents were against going abroad, especially to the hated enemies of the glorious Eastern regime, but Shirin was certain she would do well there, even learn some of the infidel's tricks and be able to assist the Ayatollah in hitting the Americans' weak points. With this reasoning, she was allowed to come stateside.

Shirin was all set to report on the decadent ways of the United States youth as she settled into her first year in Hayden Hall. Then frosh week initiations took place and Shirin did her first beer bong. She struggled at first but as the Miller Lite hit her lips, she became less opposed to this whole American way of life. After all, it couldn't be all bad if these people so willingly participated. During her first year, she slowly made friends and got more acquainted with the alcohol. During one winter night she finally felt comfortable enough with her friends and their ideas on the world that she appeared in public without the hijab she had worn for her entire life. By the end of the year, she had shed her conservative Muslim ways and embraced the lifestyle of the college student, moving into an off dorm residence with a couple of the friends she made in Hayden Hall. Over the next three years she would check back with her parents, sending them emails and doing enough studying to keep her scholarship money coming, but they knew nothing off her social life there. Finally she graduated with her degree in physics and came back to Iran.

Her parents could sense there was something different about their daughter, the headwrap wasn't sitting right and at the worst possible time. The 9/11 attacks had fanned the old flames even brighter as America invaded Afghanistan and Iraq by the time she got home, and Shirin carried the stink of the infidels all over her. Her parents distanced themselves as Shirin integrated back into her homeland, applying for a job at the Natanz Nuclear Facility. Things got derailed however during a protest at 7 Tir Square in regards to the treatment of students. Shirin happened to be passing by on her way to visit a family friend when the Basij descended on the square. Shirin was one of the people rounded up and taken to the Evin prisoner detainment facility.

They went over her background and discovered the years spent abroad and the recent applications for the nuclear job. They immediately labelled her a spy corrupted by the regime of the West and tortured her to get an espionage confession. She refused to give in as they beat her over the months before finally sentencing her to death without a confession. She reached out to her family but they believed the IRG's report and hung her out to dry. Then she was literally hung out. On March 22nd, 2004, Shirin Mahdavikia was executed at the Evin facility, and her body tossed in a mass grave with other executed captives.

After a while spent in purgatory she finds herself on this train to nowhere, not knowing what is in store, but if it will allow her to right the wrongs she felt she suffered in her prior life, she's willing to do what it takes.

Reason for Demise: Hanged for espionage by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard

Religion: Islam, but with feminist backing

Character's Name: Shirin Mahdavikia

Age: 25

Appearance:

Occupation: Grad Student, studying Physics

Beliefs/Religion: Islam, although it's nowhere near as strict as it once was with her experiences abroad and at home.

Personality: + Shirin is quick to open up to and accept most people, even those who appear so different to her.
+ She is generous to those she considers friends almost to a fault, offering the clothing off her back or her last bit of cash if they need it.
+ Shirin is a very good listener, able to empathize with many people and try to offer advice based the teaching of her youth and her experiences of the previous years.
+ Once she has a set goal, Shirin follows through on it 100%. There is no wavering.
+ She is analytical, able to calculate many angles in a debated actions, but she only offers these to others, not acting on them. For you see...
- Shirin has a very submissive personality, not wanting to take the lead on anything, preferring to defer to others in her group
- Due to experiences late in life, Shirin no longer trusts any kind of public authority figure. Almost to the point of open rebellion.
- She is also is no longer bound by her moral choices in actions after seeing how quickly other people abandon their own. If on her bad side, Shirin will take great pleasure in making you feel it.

Cause of Death: Hanging

Hobbies: Hiking, Watching movies with friends, Reading,

Fears: Guns, Confined spaces

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Name: Mitsuko Ono
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Player or Reaper: Player
Entry Fee: Inhibitions

Personality: Outside of the game, Mitsuko is a studious, button-down student. She has little time for anything other than her school works or her after school lessons. She was very serious in her dealings around town and was unwilling to do anything that did not help her advance her learnings. As such, she had no friends and no drive or desires outside of getting her classes completed as soon as possible.

Inside the game however, it is a different story. Due to her entry fee, now she thinks of nothing but the moment and can't really find any reasons to turn down any offer, or say no to any situation. She's become almost bubbly in this regard, open to helping almost any person who asks for it, and following into any unknown danger, simply because she can no longer think of a reason why not to.

Appearance: Mitsuko stands at 5'2", with a slender frame suggesting that athletics was not her first interest. She has black hair, and deep blue eyes. Outside of the game, Mitsuko's dress reflected her attitudes. It was very conservative, vest over blouse, skirt with stockings, neutral colors, long straight hair. That changed in the Game world.

Once there, with nothing to stop her, Mitsuko hit the boutiques hard as a whirlwind. She currently sports a red woollen cap pulled over her shoulder blade-length hair, which has now been streaked with pink highlights through it. The outfit she has picked out consists of a bright yellow tank top with black stripes going across the front under a dark brown leather jacket, combined with a pair of jean shorts that come halfway down her thighs, finished off with a pair of sandals. Her nails are painted purple, she has a pair of sapphire earrings and wears a chain around her neck that has a flower made of five green stones surrounding a red one.

History: Mitsuko grew up as the only child in a stereotypically high-pressure household. Her father was a high-ranking executive with a telecommunications company and her mother was a manager for a pharmaceutical firm. From an early age, Mitsuko was bred to assume a position similar to her parents. She had school lessons all day, as well as violin lessons in the afternoon, followed by more studying at night under her parents' watchful eyes. She was on the fast track to success.

As the years went on she shut out more and more of the outside world, focusing only on the printed word and the notes on her sheet music. Finally, the time came to prepare for university and Mitsuko studied twice as hard for the SATs that would get her access to the best universities. Harvard. Yale. Oxford. She spent every waking moment with her head in her guidebook, which would explain why she did not see the bus that ran her down.

Specialty: She had a wide array of knowledge and it shows in her pins, specializing in Energy Rounds and Doomed psychs.

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Name: Marika Skarbo

Alias: "Ice Queen"

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Powers: Controls and conjures weather, particularly frigid weather and ice for battle, thanks to runes she discovered while working with her father excavating the ancient Viking settlements of Northern Norway. She also gained a resistance to cold weather and temperature.

Defensive Spells

Armor of the Snofjell: A suit of armor made of thick ice coats Marika's body, protecting her from most physical attacks. However, movement is greatly decreased and her other ice related spells are weaker, having to concentrate on keeping the armor up. This can be used once a day for a duration of up to three hours.

Wall of the Isentykk: A more versatile defensive spell, a wall of ice forms and rises in a spot in front of Marika, shielding from any projectile damage. It is not a large wall but it is small enough to hide behind. This rune is able to be used three times per day.

Breath of the Kulingsor: A strong wind whips up and blows back the opponent. This is not meant to damage, it is meant to repel, it sends the target back by one hundred meters. This is a powerful spell, so it can only be cast once per day. It was used to launch Viking ships with a strong head wind.

Offensive Spells

Orb of the Fryserask: Her basic attack spell, an orb of ice is shot from the palm of her hand, flash freezing whatever it comes into contact with in a couple seconds. It doesn't extend very far since it is a localized spell, and she has to fire it off in bursts, it can't be concentrated.

Shard of the Bladistapp: A more damaging attack spell, icicles are fired towards an opponent. These icicles are incredibly sharp, able to break bones and slice flesh, but they take more effort to get ready. As such, this run can only be used once per encounter, up to three times a day.

Voice of the Himmelsk Skadi: A blisteringly cold wind is unleashed at a target, air currents being sharp enough to slash through clothes and into skin. It's nowhere near as sharp as the icicles, but it is much more accurate, able to envelop it's intended recipient. It can only be used twice a day.

Blast of the Tungstorm: The most powerful rune in her arsenal, the immediate area is consumed by a powerful blizzard. Marika has yet to put this one into action, but preliminary studies show that it could be related to the state the book was found in. While protected from the cold due to the inherited abilities, this has double the cast time of the other runes and says nothing about recovery. Hence, it's likely to be a spell that will be a last resort, draining all energy from Marika.

Equipment: When out of ancient power, she turns to her last resort weapons, a pair of daggers sporting four inch blades.

Appearance: Marika looks like the typical Scandinavian woman, standing at 5'8", approx. 120lbs. She has long blonde hair that goes down to the shoulder blades when not tied up in buns behind her head. Her skin is pale white, a result of the long Nordic winters affording her little time to tan and her body temperature being lower than normal. It is now colored by the black Norse writing that now covers her body from neck to toe. Her eyes are a cold light blue, and they grow colder when activating the runes, the irises being consumed by a brighter light blue, the same color that the rune's writing on her body turns when activated.

She is currently wearing a brown cloak that she "borrowed" from one of the people at the university. Underneath she has on a rose colored blouse, a long brown skirt end just above the ankles, and a pair of well-worn brown loafers. The runes that adorn her body are visible on her exposed hands, ankles and along the sides of her neck.

Character Background: Marika was born and raised in Trondheim, Norway in 1904. Her mother died when she was young from consumption, so she was raised by her father who was one of the foremost scholars of Norse mythology and culture in the world. She was left with her grandparents in the city until she was ten, when her father decided to bring Marika with him on his jaunts around Scandinavia, and on the lecture circuit of northern Europe. He taught her about his research, about their ancestors, about his life. They bonded quickly, she gained the same passion for the Vikings as her father and in time, she became just as well versed in the ancient Norse myths and lifestyle.

Their biggest discovery as a team came in 1929. The pair found a cave exposed by a recently receded glacier in the Saltfjellet mountain range. Once inside, they discovered a strange sight. Numerous skeletons inhabited the chamber, still dressed in Viking equipment save for one smaller skeleton in lighter clothes, obviously a woman. There was a stone altar, ringed by torches long snuffed out, and a book preserved by hundreds of years in an ice-sealed vacuum. The writing was in Old Norse, and hard to read, but after a couple months of studying, the Skarbos learned the stories of a tradition of a hand-picked maiden, sent up into the mountains for a ceremony that would allow her to control the harsh Winter weather and allow the Vikings good favor when out at sea. The ceremony involved tattooing the woman in the ancient incantations and leaving her in the cave to see over the weather patterns along the coast, until she was unable to fulfil her duties, in which case a new woman would be brought up. There was no explanation for why the skeletons in the cave were found in such a state, but it was assumed to be a tragic piece of timing, weather-wise.

The massive book was studied by the Skarbos for a couple of years, but it proved difficult to translate, even with their combined years of knowledge. Some of the writing was Norse, but another, more archaic language was hiding the bulk of the information. The efforts were reduced in half when Morten Skarbo was killed. The elder Skarbo was in Zurich for a lecture at the university when on a side expedition in the Alps, a freak avalanche buried him and his climbing party. Marika was devastated by the loss of her father, her research partner, her friend, but she resolved to press on, and get the translations done in his memory.

Still, the process was slow, and slowed down by the new role Marika took up as the go to speaker on Norse mythology and culture. She travelled the world, with burgeoning air travel opening up many more opportunities to speak to a broader audience. She worked on the book on the side, continuing up to 1933, when she went to New York to give a lecture at Columbia University.

She was in her afforded room when the Event struck, still pouring over that old book. It came with a sort of pressure that Marika had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, and it caused her to fall unconscious. She had no idea how long she was out, it was certainly noisier outside as panic and chaos spread through the city. When she went to pull herself up, that's when she saw her arms covered in writing, similar to that of the untranslatable text. Except now she could read it. She could understand all of it, and the power it contained. The Vikings weren't telling another myth about controlling the weather. It was how they gained the advantage in civilization's early history. A quick examination showed that the writings covered her entire body save for the head, and a short read through of one of the basic passages resulted in her dresser being coated in ice. Unsure what to do trapped in this strange world with these new found powers, she adorned herself with a meagre cloak and ran to City Hall, seeking the Mayor's guidance in what should be done. There she was convinced to join his defence force, until such a time that they be returned to the original world and she can return home to Norway.

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Name: Robyn Springs
Age: 19
Sex: Female

Appearance: Robyn stands at 5'9", and weighs 118 lbs. She is of African-American descent, her skin is a light brown, and she has blue eyes. She wears her black hair pulled back in a ponytail that ends at her shoulder blades, but leaves the bangs hanging out front. She has tattoos of the Chinese symbols for determination and dance on the lower left and right sides of her back, and she has a large scar on her right leg, around the knee.

Her outfits consist of a variety of plain low-cut t-shirts, zipper up hooded sweatshirts with a variety of graffiti-styled designs on them, and shorts that barely go halfway down her thighs. The constants in her outfit are a bright red scrunchie that she uses to keep her ponytail in place, a gold plated chain carrying a pendant with an aquamarine stone set inside of it, and a bulky black brace that is fitted on her right knee.

Personality: Robyn has a tendency to be a little bit ditzy in social situations, but that doesn't hamper her energy levels. She's still willing to give as much as she can to whatever cause she sets her mind to, be it making a sandwich or trying to be a Pokemon League champion. However, that raw passion can get it into a lot of trouble at times, as she tries to step beyond her limits or into situations she doesn't really understand.

The other side to her passion means that she is quick to learn whatever she can about the field she is in. It was how she was able to become so good at crew dancing in a relatively short amount of time, and why she is relatively knowledgeable on Pokemon in Unova. She is quick to share info with whoever is around, even if they don't ask for it. This also means that she is not very good at keeping secrets. In her blonder or drunker moments, she'll be blurting out confidential information without realizing it.

Nina is very important to her. Most of the time, she will carry Nina around in her arms, even dropping one of her headphones down to let her listen to the music with her.

Profession: Robyn thought about Coordinating, but Trainers make the big bucks, so she that is the path she's chosen.

Talents: Having spent a lot of her rehab time reading in her room, Robyn has all the technical knowledge on how to be a trainer, yet none of the street smarts of the profession. She was an outstanding dancer before the accident happened, but now her lateral movement is shot. As long as she has her brace on though, she can still run at a very good clip.

Starter Pokemon: Nina, a female Petilil. Her moves are Absorb and Growth. Her ability is Own Tempo. She has a couple of notches on the middle leaf on her head that have not regrown after regeneration attempts.

Inventory: Robyn has the following in her converted laptop bag:
- 7 Poke Balls
- 3 Potions
- 2 Antidotes
- 1 Full Heal
- A plastic water bottle, courtesy of Castelia Cone
- Four days worth of outfits as well as as pair of hooded sweatshirts, and one two piece swimsuit.
- A sleeping bag, which doubles as her clothes bag.

She is never seen without her Xtransceiver, or her Mp3 player, the headphones of which are perpetually dangling over her shoulder if they are not in her ears. She withdrew her life savings for this adventure, as well as pooled the money earned by her crewmates, which amounted to P$2500.

Hometown: Castelia City, Unova

Biography: Robyn was the third child born to a low income family on the Eastern side of Castelia City. Her father was a construction worker, helping build the skyscrapers that towered over the city while her mother stayed at home and looked after her and her three siblings. Despite not having much money, Lisa Springs always looked after her kids before herself. She made sure they each were given the tools to make successes of their lives. Robyn identified her chosen path earlier than the other children, after watching a production of Swanna Lake on TV when she was 4. She wanted to dance.

Robyn's entertainment budget went into ballet classes at a studio down town starting at five years old. She showed a natural talent at even the more complicated moves executed at that age, and was a rising star in the field. But as she progressed further in levels, she started to realize that there was a ceiling to ballet that the prevailing culture in Unova would not care to raise while there were dancers gyrating their hips in music videos and behind the stars du jour. She was a bit dismayed until she travelled with the family to one of her younger brother's basketball practices when she was 16.

While basketball did not hold her attention for a minute, she roamed the halls of the East Castelia Community Center, and found something that did pique her interest. In one of the side rooms, a group of kids her age were dancing, but also doing flips and performing moves that displayed a lot of acrobatic and technical skill. She entered intrigued, and they explained how they were a dance crew, looking at eventually performing stage shows on Mode Street. Robyn was interested because it looked like she had found a way to put her dancing skills to use on a more fame-attractive path. The group was interested in having her because it finally meant they had a girl in the squad. So after finishing her final couple of ballet classes, she left the organized dance world and joined her first and only crew, Rock Sturdy.

The crew met and practised often over the next two years, making extra money by busking on Unity Pier. Robyn was able to combine the positioning and technique she gained from ballet with the raw athleticism and energy of the crew to become one of the star dancers in Rock Sturdy. They did very well with the street money but still weren't getting any closer to a Mode Street show. However, fate brought another way. Unova was getting it's own regional version of Dance Crew Dance Off, and the auditions were being held in Castelia. This was the shot. Rock Sturdy doubled the practices to get ready, and they were granted an audition in front of the celebrity panel.

They knew the routine they were going to do, although Robyn was a little worried about her part, since she was going to be sent skyward in order to stand out from the other crews, and she had never attempted anything above what she could normally jump. However the training runs went well, and the double back flip she was going to attempt to land was rehearsed multiple times with in the gymnastic center's sponge pit. She even got pep talks from the crew's leader, Rolla. He assured her, "Springs, we're gonna be there for you. Solid. You won't get hurt." Famous last words.

The time came, and the audition went smoothly, up until the big finale. Golem was going to be the one tossing Robyn into the air, he was the strongest member of the team, and they had work to make sure he would be able to control his toss to give Robyn enough time to rotate properly for a landing. Maybe the pressure of appearing on stage got to Golem. Maybe his hands had gotten a bit too sweaty. But when the time came to make the toss, something went wrong and he was light. Too light.

Robyn knew something was wrong when her foot left his hand, but she tried to make it work. For the team. She got the first flip in fine, but with the poor throw, she didn't have near enough time to get the second one in. She was coming around on the second rotation when she saw the floor coming too quickly. She tried to break her fall with her hands, but her legs got there first. Just coming out of the tuck, her right knee slammed into the concrete floor they were dancing on, doing the wrong kind of popping and unlocking, followed by her arms. She crumpled in a heap, and the audition was suddenly over.

Robyn was rushed into surgery where it was discovered that not only had her ACL and MCL been torn, but the patella had dislocated so badly it had torn that tendon as well. Doctors spent six hours reconstructing Robyn's knee, and then that's all her family's flimsy HMO would cover. It had gotten to the point where it was now technically together, but it was so unstable that one wrong step was liable to knock her knee right out again. The family's meagre savings could only buy a clunky brace that was fitted to keep Robyn's leg intact, but it was clear her dancing career had come to an abrupt end.

Rehab was painful. Robyn spent the first month just learning to stand again on her leg, complicated by the broken wrists she sustained. It was the first time in her life that she actually felt shaken in her belief, that she could do whatever she was asked to do. It took a couple months before she could finally walk at a pace to match her siblings again, at which point, the insurance company said that was good enough and stopped paying for it. Robyn was sent home at approximately 50% capacity.

She spent the next week moping at home, in the deepest funk when her mother had finally had enough. Lisa told her that she had spent too much time working on her talents to just give up on them so easily. She made her run every errand, do every mobile chore, to try and build her leg back up. When she didn't come back in a respectable time, Lisa berated her. This continued for a few months, until finally, Robyn couldn't take it any more. There was a massive fight and Robyn took off, just wanting to get away from the oppressive atmosphere.

She took off down towards the pier, then reaching a dead end there she turned east and ran across Skyarrow Bridge and into Pinwheel Forest. It was in the tall grasses that she finally collapsed in a fit of mental pain and physical pain. She sat there crying, cursing the world that had taken her freedom away, wallowing in her own despair until something came out of the grasses and collapsed against her. Looking down, she saw a Petilil, looking like it was in worse shape than she was, with scrapes all over it's body, purple stuff dripping out of the wounds, missing chunks of the leaves on its head. Robyn forgot about her own problems for a moment and picked up the injured Grass Pokemon. Knowing there was a Pokemon Center near the pier, Robyn headed back towards Castelia to try and see if there was help available for the little Petilil.

As she walked back, Robyn realized exactly what she had done in her fit of rage. When she was brought home from the hospital, she could barely walk around her block without feeling a great deal of pain. Now, she had been able to run all the way across the towering suspension bridge before stopping. Once back in Castelia, she got the Petilil to the Center and they were able to bring it back almost to full health, the middle leaf not healing the missing chunks in it. But still, it was bouncing up and down on the counter, happy as could be. Almost like it was dancing. Robyn smiled at seeing the previously battered Pokemon back to seemingly full health, for the first time since the accident she was uplifted by the turnaround. She thanked the nurses and brought the Petilil back home, intent on taking it back to the forest the next day.

Plans change though. In the night hours, Robyn watched the Petilil roam around her room, seemingly grateful to be out of the forest. As Robyn played her music, Petilil tried to move to it, but it seemed to be on it's own beat. By the time morning came around, Petilil was now Nina, and Robyn was intent on keeping her new friend around. She just had to convince her mother. Lisa had dismissed Pokemon training for years, saying it was a fool's errand to go around on it, and that it was too expensive. But when Robyn emerged in the morning, Nina in tow to plead her case, Lisa did see something she hadn't seen in Robyn in months. Her drive was back, and that alone outweighed the potential costs of caring for the Petilil. So, with some of her savings, Robyn purchased a Pokeball and Nina was officially part of the family.

A few days later, Rolla and the rest of Rock Sturdy dropped in on one of their usual visits. They had more good news for their fellow member. There had been progress made on an experimental new surgery to use Solosis cells to regenerate human limbs and tissues and they had begun taking up a collection to try and pay for it, since it was Golem's error that led to Robyn's current state. However, like most surgeries it was very expensive, and the cut they had raised had not even reached 1% of the funds needed. It was still a touching gesture and Robyn thanked them for the ray of hope. However, the money never seemed to flow into East Castelia, so it was likely a pipe dream.

A few weeks later, just as it had in her youth, TV served to inspire Robyn once again. Tired of being in the shadows of the other regions, Gensia was putting out the word that their League was up and running, and would be paying out handsome sums if Trainers could beat their cadre of Gym Leaders. This was the Golden Ticket Robyn had been looking for. It took a long discussion with her mother, but eventually she was given the go-ahead to try and make this work. After gathering what money she could, she bought a few supplies and headed out with Nina from her home port to Aquamar, intent on conquering the land in order to get back on her main path and to get her freedom back.

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Name: Robyn Springs
Age: 20
Sex: Female

Appearance: Robyn stands at 5'9", and weighs 118 lbs. She is of African-American descent, her skin is a light brown, and she has blue eyes. She wears her black hair pulled back in a ponytail that ends at her shoulder blades, but leaves the bangs hanging out front. She has tattoos of the Chinese symbols for determination and dance on the lower left and right sides of her back, and she has a large scar on her right leg, around the knee.

Her outfits consist of a variety of plain low-cut t-shirts, zipper up hooded sweatshirts with a variety of graffiti-styled designs on them, and shorts that barely go halfway down her thighs. The constants in her outfit are a bright red scrunchie that she uses to keep her ponytail in place, a gold plated chain carrying a pendant with an aquamarine stone set inside of it, and a bulky black brace that is fitted on her right knee.

Personality: Robyn has a tendency to be a little bit ditzy in social situations, but that doesn't hamper her energy levels. She's still willing to give as much as she can to whatever cause she sets her mind to, be it making a sandwich or trying to be a Pokémon League champion. However, that raw passion can get it into a lot of trouble at times, as she tries to step beyond her limits or into situations she doesn't really understand.

The other side to her passion means that she is quick to learn whatever she can about the field she is in. It was how she was able to become so good at crew dancing in a relatively short amount of time, and why she is relatively knowledgeable on Pokémon in Unova. She is quick to share info with whoever is around, even if they don't ask for it. This also means that she is not very good at keeping secrets. In her blonder or drunker moments, she'll be blurting out confidential information without realizing it.

Nina is very important to her. Most of the time, she will carry Nina around in her arms, even dropping one of her headphones down to let her listen to the music with her.

Profession: Robyn thought about Coordinating, but Trainers make the big bucks, so she that is the path she's chosen.

Talents: Having spent a lot of her rehab time reading in her room, Robyn has all the technical knowledge on how to be a trainer, yet none of the street smarts of the profession. She was an outstanding dancer before the accident happened, but now her lateral movement is shot. As long as she has her brace on though, she can still run at a very good clip and the rest of her limbs are still somewhat flexible.

Starter Pokémon: Nina, a female Petilil. Her moves are Absorb and Growth. Her ability is Own Tempo. She has a couple of notches on the middle leaf on her head that have not regrown after regeneration attempts.

Inventory: Robyn has the following in her converted laptop bag:
- 7 Poke Balls
- 3 Potions
- 2 Antidotes
- 1 Full Heal
- A plastic water bottle, courtesy of Castelia Cone
- Four days worth of outfits as well as as pair of hooded sweatshirts, and one two piece swimsuit.
- A sleeping bag, which doubles as her clothes bag.

She is never seen without her Xtransceiver, or her Mp3 player, the headphones of which are perpetually dangling over her shoulder if they are not in her ears. She withdrew her life savings for this adventure, as well as pooled the money earned by her crewmates, which amounted to P$2500.

Hometown: Castelia City, Unova

Biography:

Notes: Robyn's favorite dancing music is upbeat trance, although she cedes to the whims of the group for hip-hop based dance moves when performing.

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Name: Robyn Marie Springs

Nicknames: Springs

Aliases: The Dancing Queen, Breaker of Souls, The Block-Rocker

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Origin: Castelia City, Unova

Appearance: Robyn stands at 5'9", and weighs 118 lbs. She is of African-American descent, her skin is a light brown, and she has light brown eyes that some swear shine gold in the moonlight. She wears her purple-sheened black hair pulled back in a ponytail that ends at her shoulder blades, but leaves the bangs hanging out front. She has tattoos of the Chinese symbols for determination and dance on the lower left and right sides of her back, and she has a large scar on her right leg, around the knee.

Her outfits consist of a variety of plain low-cut t-shirts, zipper up hooded sweatshirts with a variety of graffiti-styled designs on them, shorts that barely go halfway down her thighs and tights that cover up the rest of her lower body. The constants in her outfit are a bright orange scrunchie that she uses to keep her ponytail in place and a gold plated chain carrying a pendant with an aquamarine stone set inside of it.

Personality: Robyn has a tendency to be a little bit ditzy in social situations, but that doesn't hamper her energy levels. She's still willing to give as much as she can to whatever cause she sets her mind to, be it making a sandwich or being a Pokémon League champion. However, that raw passion can get it into a lot of trouble at times, as she tries to step beyond her limits or into situations she doesn't really understand. Luckily there isn't much that meets that criteria anymore.

The other side to her passion means that she is quick to learn whatever she can about the field she is in. It was how she was able to become so good at crew dancing in a relatively short amount of time, and why she is relatively knowledgeable on Pokémon in Unova and Alola. She is quick to share info with whoever is around, even if they don't ask for it. This also means that she is not very good at keeping secrets. In her blonder or drunker moments, she'll be blurting out confidential information without realizing it.

Short Biography: Robyn was a dancer for most of her life, starting in ballet as a child, before joining a street crew at the age of 13. She was good, able to do aerial moves that most of the other dancers could only dream. Her crew, Rock Steady, scored an audition for Unova's Got Talent. However, during the audition, Robyn was thrown incorrectly and landed hard on the concrete, shattering her right knee and breaking both her wrists. Her parents couldn't afford the proper surgery and as such, her dancing career was over at 18.

Rehab sucked, and Robyn repeatedly grew frustrated until one day she ran away from home into Pinwheel Forest. There she found a battered Petilil that she took back to Castelia to heal. She was going to bring it back to its home, but instead ended up keeping the newly-christened Nina. Her friends and family convinced her to take on the Unova League challenge to try and earn the money to pay for the necessary surgeries to fully fix her leg. Robyn had nothing to lose so she tried. She didn't lose. She won the championship with Nina dancing past the competition with ease. The Elite Four was no match for the Flowering Pokemon. Robyn had enough money for surgery and enough to take a trip after.

The Castelia City native headed to Alola after that, desiring a tropical paradise and a new challenge. She worked her way through the trials there and soon reached the summit of the Alola League as well. She was seemingly unstoppable. The Alolans wanted her to stay as champion, but she was only a tourist. She returned to Unova and was approached to become a member of their Elite Four, if not a Champion contender along with Iris. She accepted this offer and settled in as a daunting opponent for anyone looking to try and come for her throne. With Sinnoh looking for substitute members to rotate through it's Elite Four, Robyn is playing tourist again as she headed to the Northern lands.

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Summary: An ex-dancer who channeled a gruesome injury into a championship Pokemon career.

Other: - She is never seen without her Xtransceiver, or her Mp3 player, the headphones of which are perpetually dangling over her shoulder if they are not in her ears.
- She loves Casteliacones, with her favorite flavor being chocolate peanut butter.
- Her favorite genres of music are trap, hip-hop and trance. She hates country and adult-alternative music.
- She knows she can still dance. She just chooses not to anymore.

Name: Ashlyn Tarpley
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Personality: Ashlyn is a tomboy, a result of her father's upbringing. She gets offended when it's suggested that she is unable to do anything, and will then demand to do it anyway, even if she has no idea how. She also takes insults and criticism very harshly, and will snipe back with her own remarks, no matter how justified they my be. Despite this, she will not hesitate to dish out insults unprovoked, especially if she sees someone acting in a manner unfitting of an ideal country man.

She has a soft spot for children, thanks to her role as the oldest sibling in the rural family as she can spot traits of her sisters in almost any little girl.

Appearance: Ashlyn stands 5'6", weighing 120 lbs. She has dirty blonde hair that hangs down to between her shoulder blades, longer than it usually is due to her not trusting herself to cut her own hair. Her eyes are light blue, and her skin is pale, as she hasn't seen much sunlight since the outbreak began. Her body is lithe, nothing too drastic in the curve department, but her legs show the signs of a runner, very well toned.

Her current outfit consists of a red St. Louis Cardinals hat, a pair of gold framed George aviator sunglasses, a white "Property of St. Louis Rams M" form fit t-shirt underneath a dark brown heavy leather jacket, a pair of light brown cargo pants held up by dark brown braided leather belt, and a pair of UK Gear Winter running shoes. Looking somewhat out of place on the outfit are the pair of diamond studs in her pierced ears and the blue sapphire pendant hanging around her neck, but they are there just as much for their former monetary value as looking pretty (You get unlimited unguarded access to a store, you're taking the most expensive stuff that you can carry and still outrun zombies with).

Notable Skills: Ashlyn has an athletic background, having played soccer and kicked for the football team at Central High. In addition she spent a lot of her time helping her father out with chores on the house they maintained in the woods outside the city. In the fall, the Tarpleys would grab a couple rifles and take hunting excursions into the deeper woods of Scott County, and Ashlyn is well versed in shooting as a result. Working at Enterprise has given her a decent amount of knowledge regarding St. Louis' layout, but she is still not as well versed as a native.

Weapons: Ashlyn wields a Sig Sauer M400 rifle for long range shooting, and a Mossberg 500 twenty gage shotgun for closer combat. She currently carries five boxes of standard rounds for the Sig and two boxes of shells for the Mossberg.

Gear/Miscellany: Carries the following in addition to her weapons and ammunition: One backpack, one sleeping bag, a few NutriGrain bars, four bottles of water, one Sheffield multi-tool, one large bottle of anti-bacterial soap, one crank flashlight and a small first aid kit.

Bio: Born in Cape Girardeau and raised on the outskirts of town, Ashlyn grew up in the southeast corner of Missouri with the influence of the Ozarks reaching in to help raise her. Her father owned a hardware store in town, with her mother staying at home to raise the four girls. Ashlyn was the oldest and became the surrogate son for Pappy Tarpley. He took her out on hunting trips. He encouraged her to try out for the football team, even though the school board would only allow her to play kicker. No matter what she wanted to do, Pappy Tarpley helped Ashlyn work towards it, no matter what the cost.

At least until the Waltons made their move on the small businesses of the Cape. They went for the kill in the late 2000s and between the lower prices and the rising lease costs, Roy's Hardware was one of the stores that got swept under as people took all their cash to the big box stores. Money got tight, and Pappy was forced to choke down the Wall's offer of a vest job at half his peak pay to keep the family home from being turned over to the bank. With times getting tough on their family, and no jobs in the immediate area that weren't on par with the going rate in Wally World, Ashlyn made the sacrifice and moved out, looking for fortune up north in St. Louis against Pappy's wishes.

After attempting to try out for St. Louis Athletica before being told there was no money for new players anyway, Ashlyn picked up a job as a rep for Enterprise while working towards a degree at Hickey College. Every bit of extra cash that wasn't put towards her social life was sent back to the family. Once she graduated, she stayed on with Enterprise helping maintain their network of rent-a-cars, and somewhat enjoying the city life right until the Outbreak occurred.

Ashlyn was somewhat lucky in that her first encounter with the zombies happened while she was driving a retired-rental Chevy Cobalt. However, it was unlucky she was driving to the gas station at the time. With limited fuel she looked for a place that she could use as a shelter from this shambling storm. Sadly, the only one within eyesight was that malevolent force that forced her north. Wal-Mart. Swallowing her pride, she bulldozed through the horde giving her Cobalt the usual rental treatment until she managed to make contact with the survivors inside and convince them that she was still alive and not shopping for brains.

Once she was brought in, Ashlyn assumed a role with the small group of survivors inside; patrolling the garage for possible breaks in defence, cooking the meagre meals of Mr. Noodles and chicken nuggets using the Coleman Stoves from the camping section, fixing the HELP sign on the roof spelled out in tires and women's blouses. With everyone raiding the store for whatever they could have wanted, things were great at first. But after a few months inside the superstore, tensions were rising. The food supply was dwindling, no help appeared on the horizon and the small crew was getting trigger happy. The large stash of unused ammunition wasn't helping matters. Convinced that it was getting as dangerous inside as it was outside, Ashlyn planned to make a break towards a more secure location. Maybe even swinging by the Busch Brewery if possible to restock on the major thing lacking in Wal-Mart.

Other Notes: Ashlyn is a fan of the Rams, Cardinals, Chicago Fire, Grizzlies, and Blues, in that order (and the Blues are pretty distant).

Name: Kristina McDevitt aka "Platinum"

Sex: Available, but you won't like the result (Female)

Age: 30

Race: Carrier

Class and Profession: Former Artisan/Courtesan, Current "Criminal"

Appearance: Platinum's nickname and defining trademark as a courtesan was her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. She's happy it retained its color when she became a Carrier. Sadly, it's the only thing that kept it's color. Her skin is now a pale grey, freckled with spots of dark grey, and her once shimmering blue eyes are now empty pools of white, staring out but not showing anything inside. Her hands now sport half-inch long claws, the same color as her eyes. In her prime she had a body that placed her at the top of every patron's wish list, but it's wasted away to a shell of it's former glory as the result of having to scavenge on the wastelands for four years. It's now more wiry than anything, her curves now stretched out over the muscles she needed to add for travel amidst the forsaken earth.

She wears a full-length brown cloak with hood that covers her entire body, for obvious camouflouging reasons. For dealing with the harsh wasteland winters, and to protect from "zombie" bites, she has acquired a thick black jacket, a woollen pair of pants and a pair of boots that while one size too large are the best she can do for protecting her feet and accommodating her additions. Underneath however, she currently wears a rayon tank top and a short pair of shorts pulled from the ruins she called her home for the past three years. They are a small reminder of her former life, of one she hopes against hope to go back to someday.

Skills and Abilities: Four years of constant running and fighting have given Platinum an athletic body, though nothing that would make her a favorite in a gladiatorial match, even the mud wrestling ones. With her infection however, came a set of claws that proved quite useful in helping defend against zombies. The ones on her hands get a lot more action than the ones on her feet, but they are useful nonetheless. She also has enhanced smell receptors, allowing her to know when someone approaches before they have a chance to spot her. By the time they do, they have claws in their jugular.

Equipment: At the current time, Platinum has nothing but the clothes on her back. Weapons are not useful in her hands, and they would weigh her down. If she can get anything useful while in Triumph, she wouldn't be opposed to taking it.

Kristina was born in Rendil, into a moderately successful Artisan family. Her mother was a painter/model and her father was a filmmaker. It became apparent from an early age that Kristina had not only inherited her mother's good looks, but taken her father's flair for the dramatic as well, and she became a top prospect for courtesan training. The three brothels in Rendil fiercely fought to secure her talents and in the end she chose the Loose Cannons as her port of call, taking up the pseudonym "Katy Ka-Boom" and working pyrotechnics into her act, like the legendary performers of old.

After three years, "Katy Ka-Boom's" notoriety grew and the Loose Cannons gained the edge on the other two brothels, the Gilded Cage and Ralph's Old-Fashioned Family Funhouse, and the brawls intensified, making the security forces very happy. However, The Cannons couldn't hold onto their star forever, and a manager from the legendary Golden Sparrow in Baronstadt came calling to acquire her services. They paid a handsome sum to the Cannons for her rights and Kristina was on the move to the big city.

Upon arrival at the Golden Sparrow, she was told she would have to adopt a new persona, in line with the stylings offered by the club. Given that everyone had stage names based on valuable goods, and she already had the hair color to back it up, she took the name "Platinum" and was immediately slotted into the rotation. The ritzy setting didn't allow for the kind of stage show she gave patrons back in Rendil, but her sultry movements and ample body were more than enough to make her one of the most requested escorts at the club.

As she solidified her status as one of the top performers, eventually the lifestyle started catching up to her and she started to grow jaded on the work. She took more joy in mentoring the younger courtesans who still had that sparkle in their eyes, and teaching them the arts of the craft. One in particular, who went by the name of Sapphire, was an especially quick study, and soon supplanted Platinum as the most desirable courtesan, even picking up her own proteges. Platinum didn't mind, as it meant she attracted less attention, and didn't have to get dolled up for travel as often. She thought about retiring, and talked openly about it, wanting to get into painting like her mother did and start a family with a special someone.

One day, a young noble showed up, party in tow. It was his 19th birthday and he was going to celebrate by becoming a man. He demanded the prettiest courtesan available for the entire evening, and since Sapphire and a couple others were out on escort duties, Platinum got the call. Once the two got down to business however, it became apparent that not only was the noble boy unversed in the ways of love-making and lacking in the equipment category, but aggressive and violent when he failed, blaming the escort instead of himself. He slapped Platinum, and not in an erotic way. Eventually, Platinum had enough and shoved the noble away, chiding him for his shortcomings. She promised not to spread word about it to the other nobles if he paid her in full and went out on his way. The noble thought for a moment before dropping the gold on the table near the bed and heading out the door.

The next morning, Platinum decided to head out to the marketplace for an early breakfast. It proved to be a costly move. On her way to the tram, a carriage pulled up and three men jumped her, knocking her out.

When she awoke, she couldn't tell where she was, a cloth bag was tied over her head and torso, but she could hear the mocking voice of the young noble from the previous night. He was making sure that word of his deficiencies would not get out, whether Platinum liked it or not. She pleaded them not to leave her wherever she was, but she was only rewarded with a kick to the stomach and a promise that she wouldn't be worrying about things for much longer. The footsteps paced away from her, and she heard the carriage pull off into the distance.

Platinum struggled to get the bag off of her, and when she heard the scuffling sounds behind her, sounds that only sounded vaguely human, she fought even harder. However, by the time she removed it, it was too late. An Infected was upon her, and already had a hold of her leg. While thankful there was only one, there was no time to hesitate as she frantically tried to boot the zombie off of her, but he succeeded in fiercely clawing Platinum's left leg as he went to take a bite. Platinum scrambled away, and as the zombie gave chase, she spotted a sizable rock. When the zombie caught up, his head was introduced to the broad side of it, and when he fell, Platinum took the opportunity to bring the two together as the zombie's skull was caved in. However, the damage was already done.

As she walked off, trying to find someone, anyone who could help her get back to civilization, Platinum saw the tell tale signs of infection setting in. Her leg was becoming pale and blotchy, and the sickly color was quickly spreading. She became worried that she would soon succumb to the injuries before receiving treatment, but her leg didn't feel like it was going to fall off. She kept walking towards what she hoped was Ritheen, but in actually was the opposite direction. She travelled for days looking for aid and finding none, and the condition worsened. As her left leg was consumed by the strain, claws sprouted from her toes, stretching past the edge of her sandals, and the color was draining from her body. Every time she stopped at a questionable looking pool of water for a drink, she could see the damage being done internally, as her blue eyes faded first to a pale blue on the third day, to an off-white on the sixth day. It was after that discovery that she went unconscious for the second time that week.

When she awoke, she found herself not a slavering monstrosity, or even still in the plains. It was a run-down wreck of a house, but there was a bed, chair, clothes, and the smell of something cooking in the living room, as well as the smell of someone who didn't smell foreign, at least not now. Once she moved out she saw a man standing near a fire on the floor with a pot suspended over it, bubbling over with the smell that woke her. The man looked human, aside from the green skin, the green hair and the red eyes. He looked over and smiled, baring a set of fangs. He explained that he came across Platinum while on a scavenging trek outside of the small society that he and others like him had set up in the ruins of an ancient city once know as "Buffalo". There were about twenty odd Carriers living in the area, and that Platinum was by far the most beautiful Carrier he had seen since he had been turned. Platinum was confused until she got a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror against the wall. Her skin was now completely grey, her eyes hollow shells of their former glory. The claws from her feet now also adorned her hands, and she looked like a mockery of her former self. She broke down and wept at the sight, until the man came over and tried to comfort her. She resisted at first but after the ordeal she had been through, she found solace in his embrace. She decided to stay with him.

Platinum soon joined Derek in helping build the society at New Buffalo. For almost four years they had a peaceful time. They went on scavenging runs both inside and outside the city. When they weren't looking for food and collecting rain water, Platinum enjoyed rummaging through the ruins of the old city. Her and Derek grew close, although not close enough for her to tell him her real name. She hadn't used it with another man in thirteen years. They also were very intimate together, in a way that Platinum never had before. She was relatively happy, given the situation. However, it wasn't meant to last.

One day, as Platinum and Derek were preparing the group meal, she smelled something on the Eastern winds that was not of her adopted kind, or even of the odd Infected that wandered in. It smelled foul, and left a metallic taste in her mouth. She shouted a warning to the others in the area, and Derek took her back into their home, into a converted basement. The returning scavengers weren't so lucky. As they returned with contributions to the stew, a battalion of Ritheen soldiers on orders to expand the territory marched through the city, capturing and executing Carriers left and right. They had the advantage of a captive Carrier, directing the soldiers to where the others were hiding. Platinum and Derek could hear footsteps above, but Derek camouflaged his cellar well, and they walked back out. It was only when the captive Carrier insisted that he could smell Carrier blood inside that the commanding officer made an offer; come out and be captured, so the Baron could use their impressive stealth skills, or refuse and have the house demolished via explosive.

Derek looked at Platinum, told her that at least one of them had to survive, and he climbed up towards the door. Platinum begged him not to, that it was probably an empty bluff, but he didn't even turn. He marched out, hands drawn, offering to come peacefully, as long as he could ride with the other Carrier. Getting a passive Carrier was a nice coup, so the squad leader granted his request. Being so close to the traitor Carrier, no other Carrier smells could be detected, and satisfied with the result of the expedition, the squad leader ordered a retreat back to Ritheen lands.

Platinum waited at least 10 minutes until she couldn't hear the massive convoy any more. She ran outside, but there was no trace of Derek or the soldiers. Just the bodies of the Carriers who weren't valuable enough to the squad, and the tread marks left by the giant vehicle that accompanied them. She was filled with emotions she long thought she discarded once she entered the courtesan lifestyle, and now the camel's back was broken. She gathered whatever meagre rations and clothes that had been left untouched by the soldiers and set off following the tire tracks. After a few days she reached civilization for the first time in years, making it to Triumph. Sneaking into the city through the ghettos, she is looking to find out whatever info she can regarding the whereabouts of Derek and what she might have to do to try and free him.

Notes: Only a handful of people were given the courtesy of knowing Platinum's real name before her transformation, and no one has earned it since, not even in the Buffalo ruins, although she does regret that fact.

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Name: Kai-Huei "Kayla" Lin
Age: 21
Sex: Female

Appearance: Kayla is 4'11". She wishes she was a little taller at times, but her Taiwanese heritage sees fit that she be forced to the stepladders. Her black hair flows down to the small of her back and is kept tied in a ponytail at almost all times. Her deep brown eyes are framed by a pair of glasses with a thin black frame holding the lenses in place. Her skin is a deep tan, deepened by years under the California sun. There aren't many curves on her body, but she's never paid it any mind anyway. It's her brain that's the valuable organ.

Her outfit consists of a interchangable number of single-colored blouses covered by a trio of rotated zipper-up sweaters; white, green and blue. She always wears blue jeans and high sneakers, even in the supposedly balmy Michigan summers. It still doesn't compare to home. To remind her of it, she wears a silver chain adorned with a small peach spiral shell hanging from it.

Personality: Kayla is predictably focused on her studies. Schoolwork comes first. That is what her parents drilled into from an early age. That's remains true to this day, especially considering the current family dynamic. She is also relatively reserved. Back home, she had a rather large network of friends, mostly Asian descended. However, Michigan does not have a similar ratio, and she has felt isolated at Goldmar. As such, she does not speak to many people outside of class mandated interactions.

Biography: Kai-Huei was born in San Jose, California to Chang-Wen and Kai-Ting Lin. The Lins had moved from their native Taiwan a year earlier, as Chang-Wen accepted a promotion from Acer to move to Silicon Valley and oversee American production. Kai-Huei was the apple of her parents eye...for about two years. That was when she got a sibling, her younger brother Chang-Tsung. A traditional patriarchal Chinese family, Chang-Tsung was seen as the proper heir to the family, and despite her head start, Kai-Huei was now playing catch up on the younger competition.

As the kids neared school age, the family started to Americanize itself. Chang-Wen became Wendell, Kai-Ting changed to Tina, Kai-Huei adopted the name Kayla and Chang-Tsung was now Cameron. Kayla got off to a flying start in grade school establishing herself near the top of her class, which is hard to do in fingerpainting. However, even as she remained at the top of the class, Cameron proved he was ready to surpass her. As they progressed through the school system, Kayla kept receiving top marks, but not only was Cameron matching her, but he was achieving it in a quicker time. He was skipped ahead from Grade 1 to 2 and in high school, while Kayla spent time socializing with people and heading up a tutor group, Cameron kept right on the studies, completing more classes per term and graduating right along side his big sister. For Kayla, it was almost ridiculous, and the praise that he got at home made it even worse.

When it came time to apply for university, both Lins went for all the big schools in the States. Kayla was pinning her hopes on the fact she had enough extracurricular activities on the application to get her accepted into Harvard, but she still applied to a couple of safety schools just in case. On the day letters were sent out, the mailbox outside was bulging with packages. There were two packages from Cal-Berkeley, two from Stanford, two from Goldmar...but only one from Harvard. That Crimson pack had Cameron's name on it.

Kayla was crushed, her parents were ecstatic, Cameron just stood there beaming with that stupid smirk of his, as he put another one over on his older sister. Kayla couldn't understand it, but she did know one thing. If she stayed in California, she'd never hear the end of it from her parents on how well Cameron was doing in Harvard. So she took the out of state option and enrolled at Goldmar. Now in her final year of her undergraduate double major in Physics and English, she's preparing to move onto her Masters, while Cameron is doing likewise in Massachusetts. Kayla has been trying to get something on her brother to prove she has surpassed her brother in at least one aspect, but in her parents eyes, it's numbers that matter and Cameron's consistent 4.0 has proven hard to overcome at a perceived lesser university.

Notes: Kayla is a loose fan of the Oakland Athletics, but nothing fanatical. She lives in a one bedroom apartment about a block from the university, where she spends most of her free time studying and cooking.

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Name: Emily Kane
Gender: Female
Age: 25

Appearance: She's short at 5'2, but she has the energy of someone twice her size. It's what keeps her slim. At work she's forced to keep her long strawberry blond hair up in a bun, but lets it fall straight down to it's full collarbone length after hours. The face that is able to convince twenty somethings that Aruba is the place to be this year features eyes like the canopy of the forests of St. Lucia, lips as pink as the sky in an Antiguan sunset and skin that's usually tanned as brown as the inside of your empty wallet after you pay her to hook you up with travel to these places. The winter has lightened her skin considerably, with her having to choose between the tanning bed or her other forms of entertainment. It's still livened up with a trio of tattoos; one of her sorority running down the outside of her right leg, one of a purple wildcat on her right shoulder and one of a leaping gazelle that looked "totally cool" that night on the ribs on her left side.

At work she has a blue blazer/dress pants combo that she hates since it adds ten years in her own estimation. Her usual outfit for a night on the city scene is a black open jacket with a rotation of different blouses underneath. They used to show her midriff a lot more, but the hem line has come down since she graduated. It's completed with shorts that go halfway down her thighs and 2-inch heels.

Personality: Despite being out of school for a couple years, is still in that college mentality. Work is her new class, a means to an end, to kill time until she goes to rejoin her friends out on the Manhattan bar scene in the night hours. As such, she maintains that sort of happy-go-lucky personality that made her popular in the sorority house. She throws herself into partying and running with gusto however, and will be much more open when away from the proverbial office.

Occupation: Travel Agent at Midway USA Travel Service on North Washington St.

Biography: Emily was born in Great Bend to the southeast to Patrick and Lana, the youngest of three children. Her older sister Lori was the brains, went to Stanford and earned a doctorate in Physics. Her older brother Boyd was the brawn, recruited off the GBH Panthers seven-per-side football team to go to Texas A&M before playing in Canada. Emily was the forgotten one. She did well in school but wasn't a top student, and was an excellent track athlete, but wasn't as famous as her football playing brother. A scholarship was on offer to nearby Kansas State in Manhattan, and she took it.

During her first year, she roomed with Kelly Willis, who convinced Emily to join her in rushing at Alpha Delta Pi, one of the prominent sororities on campus. They both succeeded and spent the rest of their college tenure indulging in the pleasures of underage drinking and athletic support, both on and off the field. Emily remained a decent athlete, specializing in the 800m and 1500m distances but she was never much of a factor in Big 12 competition, not against the imported athletes schools like Texas and Nebraska were able to bring in. As such, the time spent celebrating life with her sisters was more important, right up to when she finally graduated with a Bachelor of Business Administration degree.

When attending KSU, she thought at the end she would head back to Great Bend and live with her family. But as the years dragged on, she got sick of hearing her parents gush about her older siblings without offering any sort of praise. So she made plans to stay in Manhattan. But most of her sisters were heading back to their ports of call as well, with only a few willing to stay in the area. Kelly convinced her to join her in neighboring Junction City, where apartments were cheap and there was still access to the Manhattan bars. Emily agree and managed to parlay her degree into a quick job with the only travel agency in town, to earn some solid cash for a couple months while looking for a better gig. A couple months has turned into two years, and lately even her sorority sister has been looking like she wants out of the life. A steady relationship with Brandon, who she met at O'Malley's Alley has turned Kelly off of heading out, leaving Emily to meet up with the two remaining in Manhattan, Shawna and Hope, for nights out. But even Emily is starting to wonder if this current way of life has to end.

Notes: Emily is currently training for the Kansas City Marathon in October, though that training won't really pick up until the plains thaw out.

Name: Riikka "Angel" Valimaa

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Riikka is 5'11" with a slim body that was gifted with endowments that made life a lot easier growing up. Her legs are shapely as ever, and her curves still pop out upon a first glance. Her skin retains that pale coloring that comes with a lifetime with little sun, although it has deepened with her recent time spent travelling.

Her shoulder-blade length hair is naturally blonde, but it has been streaked with sea blue, most prominently on her bangs, which were completely surrendered to the darker color. Varying streaks appear behind it, and they stand out when tied back in the ponytail she usually wears, although when out gathering info, it falls back down into place once she gets talking with her contact. Riikka's eyes are a lighter shade than her hair, an icy lake blue to contrast the sea blue. If one stared into them, they could see a faintly glowing ring in her right eye, an orange when she is lost in thought. She has a pair of tattoos; an outline pair of angel wings across her shoulder blades and a snowflake tramp stamp.

Outfits for Riikka vary based on what's necessary for meeting with her contacts, but her primary outfit consists of a tight white t-shirt cutoff at the midriff, a pair of black shorts reaching two thirds the way down her thighs, and a pair of shin-high black lace up boots. It's accessorized with a choker necklace consisting of a golden chain with a morganite pendant hanging from it, a thin white belt, and the slim leather holsters on her legs that hold her main weapons of choice. She does have a jet black jumpsuit used for missions where she has advanced knowledge of what's going on and what is necessary, but she prefers to keep things casual whenever she can.

Augments: Riikka's right eye has that glow to it because it is a cybernetic replacement. It serves as an enhanced reality display, allowing for better aim when throwing one of her daggers, better info when trying to talk a dealer down from an exorbitant price on bounty info, or better reviews on whether or not the restaurant in front of them has been condemned for biochemcial weapons use. It wasn't cheap to get it looking like it's twin, but no expense was spared.

That is the only cybernetic in her body, although Riikka has had some biochemical work done. Her body was infused with steroids critical for boosting the healing process. These allow her to recover quickly from any exertion, and give a strength boost, although given the lack of upkeep, the latter effect has faded over time. What hasn't faded is the blue in her hair, a permanent enhancement given to her on her 23rd birthday by a friend.

Equipment: Not used to working with a heavy tool kit, Riikka doesn't carry much. She has her non-lethal weapon, a small hand-held stun gun, capable of shocking a Tigrin yak into submission. A newer model to replace the one she previously owned, this tiny black model looks sleeker and packs a bigger wallop, but it lacks the nostalgic touch of her prior large black and blue one. This one is easily concealable though, and allows for unexpected take downs of targets.

Her main lethal weapons are a pair of daggers she keeps strapped to her thighs. She's put in a lot of time practicing with the bladed weapons and is now very efficient at getting them out quickly and getting them into whoever or whatever she wants stabbed, no matter if she is up close and personal, or far away enough to have to fling them.

Skills/Specialization: Riikka is a very good negotiator, usually able to charm her way in close with whoever she needs to talk to. Most of the time, she's able to get into the good graces through her looks alone, but she's learned some subtle verbal and tactile tricks to help her own cause. As such, she's also able to coerce a lot of valuable information out of most of the unsavory people she has to deal with.

In addition, Riikka's body is in very good shape. Despite getting too close to 30 for her liking, it's maintained it's flexibility, allowing her access into spots that otherwise might be unreachable. Of course, the biochemicals helped a bit with this upkeep.

Personality: Riikka is a very outgoing person. She will chat up everyone and anyone, in an effort to get info, to meet people who might be of use to her, or to get what she wants. She has is very positive, a necessity to make people feel comfortable with her, but a natural extension of her personality. However, if you somehow manage to end up on her shitlist, you are permanently marked in her books. She will ruthlessly seek retribution. It may not come immediately, but her vengeance will be great.

Homeworld: Criado - A mostly barren planet, Criado's poles are uninhabitable ice lands that repel even the hardiest of travelers, but it's equatorial belt is close enough to it's sun that it can sustain life. The belt of green breaks through the brown temperate zone and ice blue polar regions to create a weirdly colored planet from a distance.

The main attraction is the largest city, uncreatively named Criado City. The sprawling metropolis occupies a full two degrees of longitude along the belt, and has been built up into one of the Frontier's premier capitals of pleasure, a hedonistic orgy juxtaposed by the wastelands around it. If you want to do something in the city, chances are there is a building solely dedicated to it, and for a fee, you can enjoy it. The most popular are the old; staples are the most popular; gambling, prostitution, drugs of all states and levels of effect. The municipal services are ineffective and corrupt, as money talks in Criado. The rich control most of the goings on, and if you want something done, you have to convince them of it's value. If you can get in with one of them though, you have a powerful ally to be sure.

The areas outside Criado along the livable regions are rural throwbacks, consisting mostly of farms and other dirtier but life-sustaining business that the city dwellers don't want to deal with. It's a quieter area for those who detest the neon excess that the city represents. Those who need supplies head to the other city on the planet, Viani, which does have the affinities of a city, but none of the extraneous business that set up shop in Criado.

Notes: Riikka's favorite food is fettucine alfredo.

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Name: "Diamond" Daryna Makarenko
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance: Daryna looks like exactly what you expect when you pay for a woman through the mail. She had a fit body, skinny but properly endowed. She stands 5'10", with shoulder blade length golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes that have regained some sparkle during her time in America. There is a tattoo on her left shoulder opposite her heart of the Ukrainian trident coat of arms.

Her ears both have blue diamond earrings studded in, and she has a silver chain with a white diamond dangling on it. She's usually wearing a sky blue sleeveless v-cut t-shirt that ends above her navel, a pair of blue jeans accessorized with a tan leather belt complete with silver belt bucket with a sky blue stone in the center of the engraved flower, and black pumps that cost more then her parent's house ($400).

Personality: Initially shy and frightened when she arrived in Billboardsville, Daryna has blossomed into a very confident woman about town. She is not afraid to show off her wealth, hence her nickname, and any attempts to extract extra money from her have been met with some solid boots to the head. Despite her still heavily accented and sometimes still fractured English, she has the ability to turn on the charm when needed, and can often play like that lost little girl she was a few years ago. While thankful for the opportunity to have made something of herself, inside she is still driven by the desire to have her revenge on those who took her from her homeland and brought her here. While the money is fun to splash about and gives off a nice cover image, in the end, it is a means to her goal.

Special Talent(s): She's got that really sexy accent, legs as strong as steel and a fair amount of cash. Other then that, nothing really special.

Biography: Daryna was born in Rovenky, Ukraine, the daughter of a miner and a homemaker and the oldest of three children. Her family was poor, but her father raised her and her two brothers as best he could. Sadly he wasn't that good at it. She still enjoyed her life in her country, and she spent a lot of time playing soccer outside with the other children, but when he wasn't down in the mines, her father was always out at the taverns, drinking and gambling away whatever money they had. Then, in one night, he gambled away his daughter.

When she was 16, two men came to the tiny house, saying that Viktor had bet Daryna with three jacks and lost it to a 10 high straight. Daryna protested and tried to fight the burly goons, but there wasn't much resistance her family could put up. She was held in a storage facility across the border on the outskirts of Rostov, and finally sold to Dmitry Bashkirov, a lower level lieutenant with the Russian gang in Billboardsville.

The marriage certificate was signed C.o.D., with Daryna's signature forged. Daryna only found this out upon arrival and Dmitry strong armed her down to his apartment on the waterfront. He brought her out onto the balcony and promised to treat her right and show her America offered her more then her previous life. Then he proceeded to throw her down on the sun chair and forcefully try to consummate the marriage. Daryna protested but Dmitry was having none of it. Then Daryna found a new variation of football to play. The boot to the nuts was so forceful, Dmitry tumbled backwards, falling off the balcony and plunging 14 stories down, crashing on top of a cotton candy cart.

When the cops came, Daryna tried to explain what happened but Ukrainian mixed with fragments of English was no way to properly explain things. The cops made their own conclusions: that Dmitri was drunk and fell off. Much less paperwork. And as his newly minted wife, Daryna inherited everything: the waterfront property, his bank account, his car, everything. The Russians weren't happy with Dmitry's folly, but there wasn't much they could do. Daryna put them at ease for the moment, but she did that to cover up her true desire: to get revenge on the Russians for kidnapping her and shipping her away against her will. She's spent the past four years building up her connections in the city, investing in a couple of businesses and spending Dmitry's cash to give herself the lifestyle she always thought she deserved, while still training and plotting to eliminate the Russians for good.

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Name: Reika
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance: Reika has a classical beauty to her that only heightens her inflated perception of herself. The girl stands 5'10" and weighs 139lbs, not much of it is muscle, but it is proportioned in all the right places, giving her body a nice set of curves. Reika has light brown skin, almost looking like a deep tan, but it's purely natural. Her face is sharp, with angled cheekbones, a small nose and mouth that purses easily when deriding someone, and heavily lidded icy blue eyes that sparkle when she's in a good mood. Her collarbone-length black hair is worn straight except for her bangs, which are swept to the right side of her face and held in place with a clip featuring a jade-color stone carved in a similar manner to the betrothal necklaces worn in the past by Northern Water Brides (worn ironically, of course). She has a pair of blue streaks in her bangs as well, making the swept hair stand out when framing her face.

Reika has adapted to Republic City culture and her usual attire reflects that. She wears a black hooded cloak that looks like the top half of a jacket complete with sleeves, held in place with a number of snaps, but it only covers to the top of her chest. Below that she rotates tank top shirts, usually blue to match the streaks in her hair. Reika sticks to jean shorts under it as well as a pair of black leather heeled boots that reach up to an inch below her knee and covered with the same kind of straps that are present on her cloak.

Abilities: Reika comes from a water bending heritage and it shows. She prefers to focus on the brutal forces of her homeland, specializing in ice attacks that recreate the harshest conditions people would face down there. She can attack with pure water perfectly fine, but Reika loves flash freezing and swarming her opponents with a barrage of shearing shards and snow to freeze them in their place. She doesn't focus much on defence, but can conjure an ice wall if need be in a pinch. Her Tai Chi movements are quicker than the average waterbender, allowing her to get attacks off faster, but it's not by much.

Her physical attacks are nothing to write home about. Reika spent so much time bending she never bothered to really build any kind of muscle mass or anything. If she really gets in trouble or needs to do anything on the down low, Reika's counting on having her weapon handy and being able to get off a quick slice to allow for escape/death.

Equipment and Bionics: Reika carries a antique knife made by her grandfather as her main physical weapon, eschewing most guns. (Who needs metal bullets when you have ice bullets?) It's a serrated blade lined with dolphin piranha teeth that is capable of piercing into flesh and bone with ease. She bought a cheap wireless phone in Republic City, but other than that has no electronics on her person.

Personality: Reika is a cocky brat, that's for sure. Due to her self-presumed lineage and birthday, she believes she was destined to be the Avatar, and as such she'll look down on many other benders. She likes to show off her talents with any opportunity, picking stuff off of shelves with ice balls and catching them. She has a tendency to be somewhat condescending to people she considers less talented than her, and will snipe remarks at people without provocation. Compliments are only paid upon receiving a plate of food from Narook's.

Handling criticism isn't a strong point of Reika's. She was so good at a young age she never really learned how to deal with it when it came and as such her usual response is to insult the person harsher than she got. Between this combative attitude towards supposed betters and her rude attitude towards lessers, Reika has become a rather closed off person, and although she won't admit it in public, it has left her feeling rather alone. Too bad she's not willing to change her attitudes at this time to fix that. The Stormcrows are doing a fine enough job at the moment.

Backstory: Reika was born and raised in the Southern Water tribe lands, shortly after the passing of her dear Great Aunt twice removed Korra. Reika was raised by her single mother Koloka, who only told her daughter that her father "was a commander in the United Forces who visited the South Pole on leave to reconnect with his roots." This oblique fact combined with the aptitude she showed with water bending at a young age had Reika convinced she was of the same lineage as Korra and was destined to be the new Avatar. Reika believed she had air bending down pat when she was able to make her ice crystals fly towards targets with pinpoint accuracy, since ice had to be totally carried by the air right? She spend her childhood training as if that was the case. She aced her ice dodging trial with flying colors, sailing right into the face of one chunk and passing by unscathed, earning the Mark of the Brave for her efforts.

Still, as time passed and no aptitude for fire or earth bending seemed to manifest itself, Reika reasoned that a land of ice, wind and snow was not conductive to those talents and at 18 she packed her bag left the South Pole for Republic City, eager to find someone to teach her the ways of the flames and dirt to make her complete in her own mind. It was not successful, as most people just laughed her off, dismissing her as "a wannabe Korra." Anyone who did this got cold feet about any further interaction with Reika in a hurry. She did find one group that weren't laughing when she demonstrated her talents and quickly told them what good taste they had. That's how she joined up with the Stormcrows organization and helped prepare for the operation they were about to embark on.

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Name:
Hajsafi, Maya

Alias in the DgtWld:
Atomik

Age:
24



Personality:

• +Intelligent: Given the amount of time Maya has spent in the DgtWld prior to being a connector, he is very well versed in how it works and any exploits that might be available.
• -Unmotivated: As such, Maya is adverse to doing any kind of work, so he prefers to do as little as possible. If anyone is going to do a job, Maya is more than happy to let them do it for him.
• +Defender: Given the way he has been treated in his life, watching or hearing someone being ostracized for no good reasons is a sore spot for Maya and will inspire him to act. If anyone is being ignored or bullied, Maya will step in immediately on their behalf to fight for them.
• -Naive: Given his lack of social interactions in the real world, sarcasm is something of a foreign concept to Maya. So is deceit. If something sounds plausible, Maya will believe it, and combining that with his need to defended the "downtrodden" can get him in a lot of trouble.
• +Upbeat: In contrast to his real life mannerisms, Maya actually feels so at home in DgtWld that he sheds the introverted shell that he has cultivated offline and becomes completely relaxed and optimistic, more in tune with his current avatar.
• +Loyal: Once he gets to know someone, Maya will back them wholeheartedly into whatever situation they may face, as long as it doesn't interfere with his previous tenets of not picking on the "weak gazelle" so to speak, or if he can find someone to do the actual work aspect of whatever needs to be done to follow.

Time With Tokyo Sector: Joined as a trainee Corrector in 2018, been in Tokyo since the start of his career.

Background:
Maya is the only son of an Iranian immigrant father and a Japanese mother. He was born and raised in Niigata, while both his parents worked for a telecommunications company. His father was an electrician who moved post-Revolution and worked his way up the ladder of the union while maintaining a strict paternal structure in the home that when combined with his mother's cold passive attitude meant a very tough and rigid childhood for Maya. School wasn't much better. Lacking the immigrant populations of Tokyo and Nagoya, Maya's half-Iranian heritage made him stand out among his peers and he was a ripe target for bullying.

This constant belittlement in all aspects of life made Maya very timid and quick to withdraw in the growing online world at a young age. He refused to take out his frustrations on other people though, even when putting bullets into brains when playing popular online games. Instead he let himself get lost in whatever he was doing online at the time, music and visuals carrying him away from Mehdi's fiery anger over his slightly imperfect grades, and Ayame's indignant stare at his few successes. Even in school, when Ono Kenji slammed him against the fence every day for a month straight after accidentally scuffing his shoe, that anger and hatred washed away while Maya was lost in the online world.

When the DgtWld system was first gaining steam in Japan and the U.S., Maya was quick to hop onto the phenomenon. He saved for a few months to get one of the first MChips implanted and took to the virtual reality like a monkey to a hot spring. At first it was just a few secluded trips to his own private island to get away from it all and listen to music, but he started spending more and more time in the DgtWld. He was so enthralled by the potential this technology had, of being able to leave the physical plane behind and transport yourself anywhere you wanted your music to take you that he dedicated his studies towards making sure he could be able to contribute to such a beautiful achievement of modern science. This newfound dedication seemed to please his parents as well, so they let Maya continue on this course. Of course they didn't know Maya would do so well that he would be drafted to the Correctors squad. Not even Maya believed it at first, but once he got confirmation, he was thrilled to be able to have a more in depth role in protecting the world...as long as it didn't interfere with his time in virtual Antigua.

Given the lack of a base in his hometown, Maya was assigned to the Tokyo unit, able to leave Niigata for the first time. However upon arrival, he was subjected to the same kind of harassment he thought he had escaped a while ago, and the first avatar he was presented with prior to gaining the access to creating his own was that of a teenage girl. It was a big laugh among the senior connectors but on his first few trips into the DgtWld in this avatar, Maya wasn't getting stared at. He wasn't getting called a terrorist. He felt...normal. And it felt good. It felt liberating. So liberating that he kept the avatar even after getting clearance to change, only tweaking certain aspects to better fit the weaponry that he decided to outfit Atomik with when she first came into being. Besides, if no one was supposed to know about his role, it made sense to Maya for his avatar to be as far opposite from his true identity as possible. Despite the personal growth that has come with his time as a Corrector, Maya is still seen as a social outcast in the real world. He is known to his neighbors in the small Aoyama District flat for being a shut-off student training for his certification as a network administrator and technician, when in reality, he's just waiting for the next opportunity to get back into the DgtWld and make what he sees to be a bigger impact.

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Name: Nataly Andrade

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Mastery: Hydromancer
Specialty: Blizzard

Rank: Adept

Appearance:

Nataly is 5'7" and is a slight 116 lbs. Her northern roots show in her pale skin, contrasting with ice blue hair. The hair is cut short, left at about shoulder length and her have bangs bound with purple bands. She has eyes are deeper blue than her hair, and what could be considered a "cute" complexion.

People are surprised by Nataly's slender frame because her robes are huge. They billow out from the sides and are bulky with fluff to protect from the cold that she conjures. Contrary to her skills, underneath the robes she dresses rather revealingly, to help deal with the heat of the southern lands the Academy sit on (relatively speaking). She has a pendant with a cut piece of blue amber on it that she'll often pull out to help her focus when conjuring up her icy magics.

Equipment: Why carry weapons when concealable and untraceable ones can be crafted out of ice?

Demeanor: Nataly has been rather bubbly as of late. The prospect of finally getting promoted from Adept to Weaver has lifted her spirits in recent months, and has seen a surge in her production in classes as well as her kindness towards her fellow Hydros. You do not want to get on her bad side though. If ever wronged in any way, it's not possible for Nataly to just let it go.

History: The Andrades welcomed young Nataly into the family during a nasty blizzard in the Far Northern town of Cartaquilla, which serves as the main port for the Kingdom of Gran Helada. That might have served as a premonition for Nataly's future, but blizzards were a regular facet of life in the frozen lands. For Falco, a fisherman by trade, and Yoreli, a stay-at-home mother, the first daughter in the family after three boys was a welcome change and they doted the young girl from the moment she was placed in the buffered crib.

The first sign that Nataly might be special in more ways than one manifested when she was eleven. Yoreli opened the door to Nataly's room one morning to find the girl playing in a layer of snow, a icy replica of her brother Jaime standing guard as she made snow angels. Yoreli scolded the child for leaving the window open and letting all the snow in but the window was closed, revealing the sunny day that Cartaquilla had been blessed with. As Yoreli looked up she could see the sprinkles of snowflakes falling from the ceiling, then dropped down to her daughter, still happily waving her arms without a care in the world.

This revelation was met with fear and seclusion for Nataly, as Yoreli did her best to hide the witchcraft her daughter perpetrated. Falco paid no mind, usually out on trawling expeditions but Yoreli kept Nataly's powers a secret from her husband and he maintained a loving bond with his child. However, the snow that Nataly so willingly embraced would prove to be her father's downfall. Twelve hours after he left Cartaquilla on a day hunt for crab, one of the worst blizzards in a century struck. It paralyzed the region and trapped all seabound ships for days while the ice raged on. Worry grew with each passing day, and the prospect of Falco returning was fading. It got to the point that on the third day, Yoreli came out into the snow, searching for her sixteen year old daughter only to find Nataly standing in her pyjamas, tears frozen to her face, desperately trying to bend the snow away to open a path for her father to come back. She failed.

Without Falco, Yoreli tried to look for other paths to taking care of her children. She learned about the Academy for people with Nataly's talents, so the girl was sent packing at age 17 for the far south. Nataly was slow to progress off the bat. She still was upset about her father and did not want to conjure up the substance that took him away in her mind, but eventually the icy walls tumbled down and she was starting to get the hang of controlling her gifts. She finally passed her Adept exam at 23, and has been working hard to try and progress up the ranks. Nataly wants to get to the point where she could control the snowstorms of her hometown and at least make sure other kids don't have to lose their parents like she did.

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N A M E
Kieran Vincent O'Connor

N I C K N A M E
K.O.

B I R T H D A T E
December 7, 1990

A G E
26

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Straight

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single, so if ya know someone, hey, let me know.

O C C U P A T I O N
Freelance Hockey Analyst

H O M E T O W N
Harbour Grace, Newfoundland, Canada

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian (Irish with a hint of Norwegian)

A P P E A R A N C E
Being an ex-athlete, Kieran still looks the part. At 6'3", 220lbs, his body has maintained most of its shape from his playing days, but he has started slacking a little more lately so the muscles aren't as well defined now. Kieran avoided most of the shots to the face, so he still looks presentable, and he'll usually look the part on air, with an assortment of Islander blue suits and ties. He prefers to keep it casual outside of work though, favoring jeans, open shirts with tees underneath and a dark toque (woolen cap). He does wear a pair of dogtags, in honor of his neighbor and childhood friend.

H A B I T S

• Will occasionally lose his train of thought, as a by-product of one too many hits on the ice.
• Is prone to rants, which is what makes him an attractive on-air personality.
• Still eats like he's an active athlete, so a lot of food, more than he probably needs.

H O B B I E S

• Working out
• Watching hockey, both live and on TV
• Karaoke

L I K E S

• New York Islanders hockey
• Molson Canadian beer
• Soccer
• Alternative Rock of the 2000s
• Video games

D I S L I K E S

• New York Rangers hockey
• Poodles
• Bryan Adams
• Coffee
• Very long sliences

F E A R S

• Bears
• Sharks

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he was usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he played as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Bentley after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first ever Atlantic Hockey scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board.

Since the end of his first career, it's been a tough adjustment for Kieran, but he's managed. His creative side has become more prominent now that he's trying to use it to make a name for himself. Sometimes he can be hard on himself, his vocabulary seemingly lacking behind other writers at his level, his quotes crisper. However, he's going to keep fighting and working at it. No other way to do it in his eyes.

H I S T O R Y
The kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. It was clear from an early age. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their blond-haired boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

Kieran was good. By the time he was eligible for the QMJHL entry draft, he was far and away the best player in Harbour Grace. However in a town of 3,000, that doesn't amount to much in the big scheme of things. He was picked in the 12th round by Charlottetown, attended one training camp and was cut soon after. Discouraged, he kept plugging away on the Rock, hoping to get noticed by someone, until late in his senior year at high school, he was offered a scholarship to Bentley University in Waltham, Massachusetts. NCAA Hockey was in the cards.

He was unknown to most of his teammates until the fight against Smolinski earned his moniker. He plugged away at Bentley, making the All-Atlantic team in his final season as he earned a Communications degree. This caught the eye of the New York Islanders, who signed him to an entry league deal and sent him to the third-tier ECHL team in Independence, Missouri. However, tragedy struck in his fourth game with the Mavericks as he was driven head-first into the boards by Idaho's Andrew Carroll. He felt all right, but a CAT scan a couple days later showed a problem with his C1 vertabrae. The doctors told Kieran the hit should have paralyzed him, and next time he likely wouldn't be as lucky. Devastated, Kieran announced his retirement that October.

The Islanders organization was shocked, but looked after the newly-retired prospect. They offered him a job with the website, writing articles on the team, and Kieran did well for the season he was there, but his contract wasn't renewed. He stayed in Brooklyn though, picking up local writing jobs in Brooklyn in the hopes that eventually he would land something more stable and lucrative, possibly with a network. It's not the dream he started with but it's one he hopes is more achievable, lest he had back to Newfoundland with nothing to show for all those youth trophies he obtained.

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• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

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Legal Name: Mia Riley

Place and Date of Birth: Cape May, New Jersey; May 17, 2019

Known Aliases: Stephanie Diaz, Dana Anderson, April Plaza, Carol Greer, Cheryl Greer, Nikki Hart, Ramona Spain, Kate McMullan, Danni Clarke, Alyson Marshall

Appearance: Ms. Riley has tan skin and a skinny body frame, a result of being constantly on the move. Her usual outfit consists of a black jacket and rotating dress combo that is always ditched after she moves onto the next town. The constant is emeralds. She is always wearing one piece of jewelry with an emerald on it, be it necklace, earrings or other.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair color: Dark brown. She has some rushed blonde streaks from her last run through the Luxor.
Hair style: Straight, down to the shoulder blade. Worn in a variety of updos when in casinos, down when she has other colors in her hair.
Eye color: Green

Psych Profile/Personality Analysis: Mia has severe trust issues and has developed the tendencies of a pathological liar as a result. She will not let anyone get close to her, and no one can agree on the name she uses. Only through cross-referencing her facial features with her high school yearbook were authorities able to get a confirmed name.

Bio: Mia was born to Emilia and Gareth Riley, inheriting her mother's Italian looks and father's Irish charm. The parents split up when Mia was 4, primarily due to Gareth's gambling addiction. Every weekend Gareth was in Atlantic City, even as the ocean crept closer to the Boardwalk. After Emilia left and took the younger sister with her to Mama Chiozza's, Gareth would take Mia with him on his junkets. The seedy owners didn't mind the kid. Gareth was a good customer.

The first time Gareth bet Mia on a roll of the dice came when she was 10. The elder Riley had a real bad night against the Triads and needed a hard 10. Mia stared at the dice and they rolled for an eternity before settling on the two fives needed. Pressed to do it again a week later for the Fiorello Family, Gareth again need the 10 but this time he watched his daughter, sure he wouldn't get that lucky twice. But Mia just stared at the dice and once again the hard 10 showed. Mia celebrated but Gareth saw something, and it led to green in his eyes.

After hearing about the Awakened people showing up around the world, Gareth tested Mia at home, urging her to set the dice to whatever combo he called out. Mia complied. The two agreed it was in their best interests to hide this talent from the world. Instead, they used Mia's ability to wipe out Gareth's debts in New Atlantic City, Philly and beyond. Gareth played less, but anytime the two of them needed money to cover car repairs or a vacation to Florida or a new house when the Atlantic swallowed Cape May, the two went to the tables.

Time came to pay the piper when Mia was 19. The Pannuccis were particularly miffed about a six-figure win on the roulette table and Gareth Riley was gunned down outside his Vineland garage, left to die in cold blood. When Mia found her dying father after school, he told her to take the money and run or the Pannuccis would be back. Mia stayed by Gareth's side for comfort until he breathed his last, then packed her bag and bolted out of town.

She has spent the last three years working her way across the country, earning cash off big-city casinos and small town games alike with her "near-psychic abilities" on the roulette and craps tables. Getting caught outside of Uncasville, Connecticut got her added to the Registry for the first time, but she pressed on after she was released. The past six months were spent living it up in Vegas with money earned off some of the biggest casinos in the world. But finally the owners were taking notice of the brunette who had an uncanny winning streak going. They sent men up to her room in the Luxor to "dissuade" her from taking more casino money, but a warning from the bellboy who she tipped very generously gave her enough time to grab a bag and get out of Vegas. She was last seen speeding north in a rented S17, but a lot of her money was left in her room and despite the influx of sea air, the Nevada desert was still somewhat harsh...

Criminal Record: Presenting false identification to a law officer, illegal gambling.

Known Talents: Mia is real handy at math, able to quickly calculate odds and sums thanks to years of practice. She's also able to disguise herself relatively well considering she doesn't have shapeshifting abilities. No two ID cards have the exact same photo on them for a reason.

Known Abilities: Telekinesis - Mia has limited control with her mind over objects in her vicinity. She has remarkable control over the small objects, able to make them move at high speeds to render her efforts almost undetectable to the naked eye.

She has no idea of the full extent of her abilities, having not applied them to anything bigger than a roulette ball at the behest of her father. She couldn't be outed as an Awakened if no one could tell she had done anything. She's been good enough to avoid trouble so far, but with people eager to see her taken out, she might start seeing how far she can go.

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_Name

Mia Siobhan Riley

_Age

19, June 4

_Gender

Female

_{Sexual Orientation}

Who wants to know? I don't know. Maybe I like you? You seem cute.

_Ethnicity

50% Greek, 50% Jersey Irish

_{Years at Olympus Academy}

Fourth Year

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_Appearance

One does not forget the visage of Mia Riley when it is stared upon, for while she is no child of Aphrodite, she made out pretty well in the looks department. Her eyes are most noticeable, piercing blue pools that draw the attention of moths to her flame. She has a fair complexion, framed by hair that can vary in color depending on what she's feeling that month. Right now, it's light brown with blond streaks worked in. This compensates for Mia's short stature, standing a mere 5'2" and weighing 112 pounds. She is as well-versed in makeup as any Jersey girl, preferring thick lashes, and light pink lipstick. Her ears are pierced and usually adorned with small hoops, with emeralds hanging at the bottom to give some clue to her roots.

The Garden State native puts as much care into her outfits as she does her looks. She favors a a traditional look, usually wearing a rotation of camis, t-shirts and dresses under a black bomber jacket in the fall/winter months. Otherwise, she likes to show off a little bit. She will pair that with shorts in most weather conditions, because a girl's gotta show what she's workin' with. The more the marks' eyes are on her body, the less they are on their wallets.

_Personality

✔ Resourceful ✔ Loyal ✔ Clever ✔ Confident ✖ Hot-Headed ✖ Unscrupulous ✖ Shallow ✖ Greedy

Raising three kids as a single mother on the Jersey shoreline made Catriona Riley a very tough woman, and she imparted that personality on her youngest daughter. Mia learned from a young age to take what she could get whenever she could get it, but never at the expense of the family. She upholds these truths to this day. Mia will display an unwavering loyalty to those who are close enough to be considered family, but anyone outside the sphere is fair game.

As such, Mia will lie, cheat and steal with great regularity if she feels the benefits outweigh the costs and it will get her something she needs. She is very good at it, but it can get her into trouble at times, but nothing beats a quick getaway. However, while she gets a lot of praise for her looks, Mia gets very defensive about her height. When pushed, she goes full Jersey and threatens to do various things to various members of the offending party's family and it's really tough to calm her down.

_History

It was never an easy life for Catriona Riley, but she did what she could to support her family. One-night stands led to the birth of son Shea in 1994 and daughter Aisling in 1996, and it led her to take multiple jobs in an effort to make ends meet and put diapers on butts. However, old habits never die, and while working the hot dog stand at Morey's Piers in the fall of 1998, those Irish eyes lured an attractive looking Greek man to tip more than a dollar on his purchase. Waking up the next morning to the man attempting to sneak out the door, Hermes spilled the beans on why he couldn't stay for more than a night. He had messages to convey and while spending his night off at an amusement park wasn't initially supposed to end like this, he would check in to make sure Cat was all right. Turned out she was all right enough for two. Nine months later, Cat's second daughter was born in Cape May Court House, New Jersey. Cat's prospective name of Siobhan was bumped for a name that better indicated her father's lineage, Mia.

Hermes was good to his word, and he checked in regularly on his trips around the world as he passed through Jersey. He always brought money, but never mentioned how he acquired it. It was enough for Cat to quit the hot-dog gig and focus on becoming a massage therapist. She set up shop at home so she could still be there for her kids and it was successful enough that when combined with the money that Hermes regularly delivered, she could finally start providing herself and her kids some of the adequate things in life. While Shea gravitated to sports, particularly soccer, and Ash shifted to more of a grunge phase, Mia went another route.

After a particularly disappointing incident at Morey's Piers led to her sulking out on the boardwalk at age 10, Mia heard a couple of Japanese tourists arguing about directions. Not realizing that they were speaking Japanese and not English, the young girl went up and stunned the couple by offering to solve their problem in flawless Japanese for a nominal fee. They agreed and young Mia saw a way to increase her meager allowance.

While most people with the ability to speak all languages would go into politics or something, Mia was built to hustle. She would offer directions and other info during the tourist swells. The foreigners ate up the cute kid act, and she made decent money. However, she found her true calling when a German tourist got indignant with her, and left his fanny pack open. Mia deftly slipped her fingers in and swiped his wallet, netting a tidy profit before dumping it on the beach. Now she had her true calling.

She continued to work the boardwalk for the next few years, even if her cute act wasn't as viable as a teenager. Her pickpocketing skills only continued to improve. However, it came to a head on her 16th birthday, when her father appeared for a visit that lasted a bit longer than a swift exchange of money. After the cake had been consumed, he pulled Mia and Cat aside and explained that it was going to be time for the young girl to learn how to harness her talents. While loathe to leave the Shore, Cat understood that it would be the best path for Mia to get an education that wasn't hawking directions on the boardwalk and she agreed. Mia protested, but Hermes pulled her aside and explained that he knew what she had been doing, having spotted her on one of his return trips lifting the wallet off a Texan who was too big for his britches. Olympus, he reasoned, was the best place to get so good at the thieving craft that she would never have to worry about getting caught, not as good as her old man, but still good enough. Mia saw the logic and agreed to attend.

In her time at Olympus, Mia has worked on her agility and ability to sweet talk with the best of them, and she has made some great progress. So much so she can clean out a Czech caravan of all its cash in mere minutes if she set her mind to it. She has indulged in feeding her fashion sense with all her ill-gotten gains and fell in with a crowd at the Academy that appreciates what she brings to the table. Now she's starting to eye bigger scores than just the boardwalk buffoons. Just a matter of when she can make her move.

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_{Godly Parent}

Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, god of trade, thieves, athletes, sports, travelers, border crossings, guide to the underworld

_{Relationship With Godly Parent}

It could be less described as a relationship and more described as an understanding. Hermes' work meant he could never be in one place for too long, certainly not the Shore. However, he always made time for his daughter when he arrived to give Cat her usual payment. He is also thrilled to see her take to his special talents so quickly and with such aplomb. The hot-dog escapade was proving to be quite fruitful in more ways than one.

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Name
Kelsey Claire Marston

Nicknames
Shooter - Only really known to Pemiscot County folks, it hasn't caught on outside the area.

Age
Just turned 21. Party on.

Gender
Female

Sexual Orientation
Bisexual.

Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% American (English/Scottish)

Years at Olympus Academy
Fifth Year

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Appearance
Kelsey was raised to be proud of her rural roots, and she looks like it. She stands 5'11 in flats, and weighs 140 pounds. Her body looks lean, but she does carry some muscle from her athletic days and her efforts hauling firewood and forest kills into the house. Her long auburn-brown hair is usually tied back in a messy ponytail, but some of her bangs usually sneak out of the hair elastic. Her eyes are brown, but they glimmer just the same as those blonde bimbos with the blue eyes do. Folks just have to look deeper. She's not one to care too much about appearances, and as such will generally avoid makeup unless its time to hit the Rocky Mountain club scene. Her arms and legs are covered in nicks and scars from tree branches that caught her unaware, or in a couple instances, animals that didn't know when they were beaten. Her ears are pierced and she has one tattoo, a dark black circle with a sliver of silver on the right side, symbolizing a lunar eclipse, on her right shoulder blade.

She usually wears clothes for comfort, not classiness. She has a collection of jeans and a couple pairs of overalls, usually paired with a rotation of t-shirts, tank tops and jackets. Basically things that don't get in the way of her shooting. She has one accessory, a pendant tied with black rope and baring a polished piece of Mozarkite, a gift from her father so she would always have a connection to where she came from.

Personality


Kelsey is proud of where she grew up and embodies a lot of the morals her dad emphasized as she was progressing through her life. Take care of your own. Give what you can. Make do with what you get. Values that steered their actions. Course, having a beer or two never hurt anyone either. Gotta be able to socialize with the best of them. Her father swears he could shoot better with a drink in him, and he never got questioned on that ability. Not in the hunting group and not by his flesh and blood. Kelsey carries that same kind of confidence in her everyday life, be it on the target range or in a group of her peers, she will assert herself quickly and defend her ideas and compatriots with gusto.

Some would say too much gusto. As with many Marstons, Kelsey will stubbornly defend her idea to the death if she thinks its the right way to do. If it turns out she was right and was ignored, it will often get the offending party on her "shitlist" and they will remain there for a good while unless something miraculous happens. Marstons don't forget. Growing up in a rural town, she can be a little too trusting at times, believing that most people are good from the get go. However, if they betray that initial trust, they too will end up on the shitlist.

When out in a group of friends, she usually tries to be at the head of the party but can be persuaded to acquiesce to other ideas with a drink or two. Dionysius kids are very good at hitting that weak spot. She supports the Grizzlies and Blues, but baseball is boring and the Rams left, so that's it.

History
Kelsey grew up in a small homestead her father built outside of Steele, Missouri, a place where Kyle Marston was free to do whatever he pleased whenever he wasn't working as a mechanic in town. Her mother left shortly after she was born, and Kyle was left to try and learn how to be a parent on the fly. Guns weren't going to raise a young girl, but he was going to try and make it work.

There weren't many toys making their way into the household, so Kyle encouraged his daughter to embrace the outdoors and make her own fun. He encouraged athletics, as sports often filled the void when it grew too dark to hunt or fish. He built a basketball hoop on the side of his garage and encouraged young Kelsey to practice shooting at it, claiming she would be the first woman to play in the NBA if she got good enough. The way she shot, with accuracy uncanny for a girl her age at a regulation hoop, Kyle believed it for a bit. He put a gun in Kelsey's hands when she was 11, and she handled it well too, although she was more interested in the bow and arrow that Rick Sikes liked to use when he came out hunting. Kelsey showed a natural aptitude for that as well. The basketball and archery skills combined to give her the unofficial nickname "Shooter" in local circles.

Kelsey continued to work the land with her father, preparing meals out of their kills and keeping the homestead tidy. Her father even started splitting beers with her when she was 13, just happy for the company more than anything on those lonely nights in the shade of the Ozarks. She would continue to hone her shooting. Even in the dead of night, she would either have a basketball or her composite bow, and she would be just as successful as she was in the day. Kyle couldn't understand how Kelsey could shoot without the lights on, but rumor said that it just showed how unconscious a shot the Marston girl was. SEC schools were already sniffing around Bulldogs games to get a look at the 3-point specialist. It looked like she was set to make a run at that dream she was promised long ago.

Then came the date of Kelsey's 16th birthday. Long after the girls from her team had left for the evening, there was a knock on the Marstons' door as the two were sharing a birthday nip. A woman came in, uninvited, and explained that as her daughter, Kelsey had a destiny to fulfill. There was a lot of shouting that night, half of it in a British accent that almost sounded fake, and the sound of broken bottles could be heard. Eventually, both parents emerged and Kelsey got the news that she was heading to Pac-12 country instead, bundled off to Colorado.

Being denied a chance to follow her dreams put Kelsey in a sour mood when she set foot on Olympus Academy grounds, but her time at the campus has been spent as well as she could muster, despite a lack of game to hunt in the enchanted forests. Admins caught her threatening an impish faerie with a taste of her arrow and that got her reprimanded pretty good. She's settled into a groove during her time here where she will go through the motions in class and spend her off-time in the gymnasium, in the forest or out with some of the other demigods enjoying some libations, especially Dustyn, one of her best friends on campus. But she still remembers what her mother did. It's permanently on her body, and in her mind, and one day, she will get some answers.

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Godly Parent
Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Forest and Hills, the Moon and Archery

Relationship With Godly Parent
Basically non-existent. Artemis didn't stick around very long after giving birth to Kelsey, buggering off to Gods-only-know where for 16 years until she showed up that fateful day, and explained in a Madonna-esque British accent that Kyle's only daughter needed to be sent off to Colorado to learn how to handle her abilities as a demigod. The Marstons have never trusted Artemis considering how quickly she abandoned the two of them, and as such, Kelsey has no desire to develop that relationship. Artemis got herself a new family, with a boy she could mold as she pleased. Good for her. She was number one on the shitlist.

Demigod Abilities

Boom Goes the Dynamite - Kelsey has the eyes of a hunter, and as such, she is deadly accurate with anything that she can get her hands on, be it a bow, a basketball or a bottle that needs flingin'. If it's one of the first two, she will put it on target 95% of the time, and she's working on that pesky last 5%. Guns are a bit lower on the scale, having fallen out of practice with them as she adapted to the bow and arrow, but she's still a good shot.

As Clear in Night as Day - Being the daughter of the Moon Goddess, Kelsey is very in tune with the benefits the heavenly body offers. She can see as clearly in the moonlight as in the daylight, allowing her to perfectly move around and hit her shots while her opponents may be fumbling around in the dark. She thinks she might have gravitational powers as well, but that's only based on Jackie Chan Adventures, and Saturday morning cartoons aren't the best to base ideas off of.

I Will Hunt You Down - Once Kelsey gets a whiff of a target, be it a deer, a rabbit or that snoop from the IRS, she will be able to follow it to the bitter end no matter what. She doesn't enjoy some of the methods necessary to get that scent, but once she has it, doom follows. She guarantees.

Meet You Under the Table - While not the beneficiary of her mother's hands-on parenting, meaning there's no control over nature or anything like that, Kelsey does share a trait with another set of demigod kids. Her training in the game of drink began young, and as such she has developed a strong tolerance for alcohol. She's no match for a Dionysius kid, but she can hold her own against almost anyone on campus. And don't mess with her at beer pong. She is the reigning champion.



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• Hair: Brown | Long and Wavy | Was previously kept tied up in a tight ponytail or bun. Now is just worn down, letting the waves flow.
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5'7"
• Body Type: Slim and Unathletic
• Clothing Style: Prior to this year, she favored conservative, long-sleeve shirts and pants or shorts depending on the weather. Now she has changed her style to favor more revealing clothes, running through t-shirts and tank tops, short shorts and skirts, and sandals.
• Makeup Wise: She's a little sloppy considering how late she got into makeup, but she favors a subtle eyeshadow giving the illusion of shimmer, and clear gloss.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both earlobes are pierced. Her 18th birthday present to herself was to sneak out to a tattoo parlor in West Palm Beach to get a black and white outline of a wolf in a moon silhouette on her left shoulder, with the words "Live Free" underneath. She thinks it looks badass.

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