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The who of your character. You don't have to be super duper detailed here, but just give some personality traits.

The why of your character. Describe why he's here and what lead them to become a Nomad and gain all their cool-ass skills.

Describe all your character's martial arts (if any) or all things fighting.

hat are the weaknesses of your character? Are they bad at up close and personal encounters? Do they suffer from an illness? Or do they have a pathological weakness?

Anything else we need to know?

Walking around with his hands in his pockets, and blending into the crowd is the mysterious Justin Haggar. Usually, he slinks around with his hood up at the heart of the crowd. Despite his abnormality, it doesn't quite stick out a whole lot unless you are looking closely. Eventually you'll notice the faint blue lights dotted up and down his being shining through his clothes, his slivery metallic hands, and how heavy he is despite being thin as a rail. That is because Justin is a cyborg, he lost most of his body in a tragic accident that leaves him quite the sulker. Everything underneath the neck is shiny steel, wires, and other such parts - he's actually a miracle of modern science. By himself, Justin usually slinks off to the corners of the room all by himself and keeps to himself. He keeps his cybernetics as well concealed as possible out of shame of what he became.

As a New Yorker by birth, Justin has a bit of an accent - it's not super overt. Much like his aura, Justin usually talks in a neutral tone often sounding annoyed or antipathetic in situations that he doesn't mean to. When Justin gets pissed, you're bound to know it. Though despite his tough exterior, he has moments of slipping into other emotions such as worry, confusion, and sometimes he can be quite dorky. Enough about how Justin acts, because Justin's still rather lanky despite his cybernetic upgrades. They segue into his body without jutting too much, if it wasn't for the faint lights you probably wouldn't be able to tell he's a cyborg if he dresses heavily enough. Justin has a head of wavy blonde, straight hair that, if you were to touch it, you would realize that it's artificial hair. He keeps it clean and well kept, and his facial features are definitely European in origin. Just where he comes from is a mystery that he doesn't care to solve because he realizes that he's here in the moment, in the now.

Justin doesn't dress super flashy or wears the latest clothing. He's practically famous for wearing nothing but hoodies in any environment because the cold doesn't bother him anymore. He usually wears blue jeans (sometimes black jeans or, audible gasp, sweatpants) and some boots, usually some kind of combat boots that he tucks his jeans into. However, Justin is always seen wearing headphones on his head (He even sleeps in them!)... are they just headphones or cybernetics?

Bitter: Justin has one hell of a chip on his shoulder, you don't walk away from what he walks away from without getting a little pissed off. Justin's a bit mad at the world for what happened to him, and fortunately, he directs that rage at the perpetrator: MIRAGE. Though, he isn't exactly a short fuse, easy to annoy yeah but usually keeps a lid on the overt aggression. He can be quite snide, passive-aggressive, and snarky.

Socially-Awkward: In truth, Justin was never exactly good at the whole social interaction thing. So he covers it up under a layer of mysteriousness, apathy, and seeming pissed off or annoyed all the time. He doesn't really mean to lash out at the world but he has a hard time interacting with people and doesn't quite know the best way to handle every social interaction.

Revenge-Driven: Justin is deep down, obsessed with revenge against Abel. The man took his body from him and turned him into a cyborg... and Justin has dedicated every moment since then to getting revenge against the man. However, thanks to Oh-Seven he has been trying to temper his rage... and try to use it constructively. It's not working, not until the man he hates is dead.

Justin was born as the son of Douglas Haggar, a legendary cybernetics master that works for the International Hope Foundation. A company that is devoted to saving people's lives with cybernetics. Justin was just an average son of the man, who was born in New York City and raised there. He had everything he needed growing up, but once he got out of school, he slowly began wondering about his place in the world. He was living in his father's shadow as he went through school, and was expected to become his successor. But, Justin wanted to become his own man.

The life of a scientist was not the life for Justin, instead, he wanted to make a difference in the world. He wanted to be a warrior and the MAVERICK recruiter told him everything he wanted to hear to get him in. After a few months of grueling paperwork, Justin was sent off to his training which took up the better portion of a year as he became the greatest MAVERICK warrior there ever was. He started on the bottom but eventually made his way up to being a sergeant, conducting numerous raids on hostile factions and taking out any Nomads that were a problem. He rose through prominence in the organization... eventually it all came crashing down like anything ever does.

There was an exhibit for the Hope Foundation, which had MAVERICK forces there just as a publicity stunt thing. And everything was going well... until Abel and MIRAGE's flying fortress appeared and attacked the exhibit. Justin fought hard as he could but Abel went straight for his father and Justin tried to protect him... and allowed him to get away. Out of sheer annoyance, Abel had a machine attach itself to Justin and then self-destruct on his back. This nearly killed Justin... well, nearly was enough for his father, Douglas, to piece together what was left of Justin's life/

Justin was rushed straight to the emergency room and had to undergo a massive surgery that replaced most of his damaged body parts with top-of-the-line cybernetics. And a new prototype weapon's system known as the LCD Sound-System. It was a week before Justin woke up... unfeeling. Justin was horrified to learn what had happened and learned that a large chunk of him was dead. In the dead of the silent night, Justin fled out... to help come to terms with what happened. He lived as a Nomad for a few years as he went from place to place trying to figure out what happened. To find a purpose... but he wanted revenge against Abel. He was desperately looking for him.

This journey led Justin to the World's Martial Arts Tournament, hosted in Brazil. He fought his way up the brackets but eventually, he came in contact with a strange girl. She was called Auri Auclair... and her beauty was captivating. The two fought and Justin lost the battle and was about to leave when he ran into the chick again. They had a chit-chat before she moved on... and that was when Oh-One attacked the arena in search of the Stone of Power and... Auri. Justin protected her but Oh-One attacked them both personally.

Oh-One was repelled and the Stone of Power was taken but Auri and Justin ended up fleeing... and by using his vast ability to manipulate systems he managed to place a giant bounty on the two and make it appear as if they were the ones who attacked the arena. Now, Justin was not particularly pleased to be a wanted criminal... and he didn't want to be stuck babysitting a robot. Because surprise! Auri was a robot-girl known as Oh-Seven and shit just got weirder and weirder.

They had no choice but to go after Oh-One, the only problem was that they weren't the only ones gunning for his shiny metal ass. Other people wanted the Stone of Power that he had access to and Justin just wanted to clear their name. They fought all over the world from Nomads to MIRAGE to MAVERICK, to other degenerates that wanted their bounty. However, they ended up in Antarctica and teamed up with a bunch of other Nomads, and defeated Oh-One in a final battle. Justin in particular held off Oh-One until Jill got there and together they finished off the robotic menace. That was where Jill and the others cleared his name and he was able to live peacefully.

Oh-Seven and Justin bonded during their adventures and... eventually became the best of friends and more or less joined at the hip. Settling down in Gold City and Oh-Seven tried to convince him to give up his aspirations of defeating Abel, but Justin knew that the Titan is still out there.

Waiting to kickstart their next adventure.

Justin's augmented by the top-of-the-line cybernetics known as the LCD Soundsystem. It's a powerful cybernetic defense system that's augmented to the point where he can contend with the strongest Nomads. Of course, to begin Justin's strong as an ox and durable to the point where he can take most types of supernatural damage with ease and return the favor. He knows MAVERICK standard martial arts, which is a mixture of many different styles of martial arts (like Wrestling, Taekwondo, Boxing, etc, etc) which makes him pretty versatile in a fight using a variety of different punches and kicks. However, the main strength of the LCD Soundsystem is the ability to create blue blasts of energy by channeling the power generated by his internal power generator. He can create blasts of energy in a variety of different forms, from orbs to city block destroying beams. He also found a way to create constructs such as his signature Sound-Scythe. A powerful tool that Justin uses to cut through his foes like butter, and charge it up for stronger attacks. He uses it in conjunction with his regular attacks and goes back and forth. Justin's fighting style isn't all that... fancy or unique, but he's versatile and can use his talents for taking on every different type of Nomad. He's a jack of all trades, he can do a little bit of everything but he's far outclassed by a specialist.

Justin has a few different strengths in a few different areas, but he isn't overwhelmingly strong in any category. He's pretty balanced, overall. His martial arts are average, his movement is outclassed by other Nomads, and he has some fairly standard projectiles. He's essentially a jack of all trades, he can do a lot but isn't overwhelmingly strong in any category. That said, Justin has a glowing core in the center of his chest that provides his cybernetics with power... if it's damaged, it can slow him down to a halt until it's repaired, or kill him outright. And it's hard to find people capable of repairing it (Justin's father has to direct him to someone under the table). Aside from that, Justin is very weak against electrical damage.

Swaying her hips from left to right is the seventh machine in the doomed One-Hundred line. Despite her brethren either going rogue or being destroyed, the girl keeps a constantly cheering demeanor. In almost any situation it seems, she has a smile on her face, and has a chipper tone. Some interpret it differently... is it genuine cheerfulness? Is it arrogance? Is it sarcasm? Or some kind of slasher smile? Nobody knows as Oh-Seven is a tough one to peg down. In contrast to her partner in crime, Oh-Seven is always cheerful and happy and usually sticks out in a crowd usually due to the quirks in her behavior. How she skips around, swaying her hips when she stands, and usually greets people with a smile and a wave. Is she programmed to feel affection towards humanity?

The girl definitely sticks out in multiple ways... it's the fact that she's tall and has a wild head of bright blonde hair that flies around unnaturally as she moves. Oh-Seven definitely doesn't hide the fact that she is not even human! She's one-hundred percent machine and has glowing blue eyes... with some of her machinery exposed on her left hand and left eye. It's done for personal reasons as she wants the whole to know that she is a machine, and she sure as hell ain't hiding it from them. Though, she was designed to be pleasing to them with a sizeable chest and a very round behind.

Usually, Oh-Seven wears a black dress of some kind, but you can see her wearing all sorts of different outfits. She considers herself a fashionista, after all, and rarely dresses for practicality, even in the most inappropriate situations you can have her dressed like a model. Where she gets the money for the clothing is... classified, as she likes to say.

Kind: Oh-Seven is a very nice robot... as Gerard programmed her to be. Even in situations that seem grim, she is very kind and upbeat. She tries to be helpful as her systems would allow her, but she has enough awareness to know when somebody is bad news. Oh-Seven legitimately (as a robot can) loves humanity and wants to see them prosper, however there are threats that get in the way of that dream.

Catty: Despite it all, Oh-Seven can be a very scathing person. She can be very snide, passive-aggressive, and sarcastic a lot of the time, especially towards enemies and people who wrong her. Despite that front she puts up being the nice girl, she can put her foot down and use a bit of force to get what she wants.

Curious: Oh-Seven has a lot of memory just being used for... nothing. She wants to learn about the world and fill that memory up with her experiences in the world. She wants to learn about the world of Nomads, the hidden world of magic, and the emerging world of technology. She wants to be the library that holds humanity's story.

Before there was Oh-Seven, there was Gerard Delecroix, a genius roboticist who desired to create a robot with a soul. Some called him crazy, others called him revolutionary, but some who knew the truth agreed on one thing... dangerous. And he did, dangerous things in pursuit of that: namely making a deal with MIRAGE. However, in his attempts, he created a series of perfected machines he would call the One-Hundred Series. The greatest robots ever to be known to man... of course it didn't come to fruition. His greatest work, his masterpiece was known as Oh-Seven, created by his own hands with the perfect weaponry to survive out there in the strange nomadic world. Oh-Seven is oblivious to as to why but Gerard was killed by MIRAGE. Which left Oh-Seven incomplete... and the complete One-Hundreds were all activated and sent fleeing from Oh-One. As he hunted them down and subsumed them for their data, but what he desired was Oh-Seven. It was because she was the One-Hundred that could feel and he chased her all over the world.

This forced Oh-Seven to take the identity known as Auri Auclair and she desperately tried to flee Oh-One but where ever she went, he was not too far behind. She decided to attempt to gain a stone of power to beat him and that... lead her to Brazil. The World Warriors Tournament where she attempted to fight her way to the top and almost did. Before he came and attacked the Tournament and forced all the fighters to contend with his robotic legion. She was forced to fight alongside her new BFF Justin Haggar, with whom she felt a connection. She also wanted some backup facing off against Oh-One... and fate tied them together when Oh-One framed them for the destruction of the Tournament and put a huge bounty on their heads.

They traveled from place to place, fighting Nomads and getting closer and closer together as they went after Oh-One. Attempting to bring down the robotic overlord, and eventually... they accomplished that. They defeated Oh-One with the help of several others and recovered the Power Stone. Their name was cleared and the two "retired" to Gold City going on adventures there...

... It was there she found out that the One-Hundreds that wren't destroyed, joined MIRAGE.

Oh-Seven is more or less a walking weapons system in the shape of a girl. At will, her body can transform into machine guns, missile launchers, laser guns, and grenades, all to protect herself from the Nomads. She isn't exactly one for hand-to-hand combat as she's more of a long distanced fighter. The main part of Oh-Seven's fighting system is whittling down opponents from a distance. The staple part of her abilities is her Flight-System. She can transform her feet into jet boosters and take off at will and jet around the arena at high speeds. Oh-Seven also uses these jets in her feet to deliver some jet-boosted kicks. Oh-Seven is equipped with self-repairing nanites that don't exactly allow her to instantly recover from damage but instead allows her to recover from damage over time. Like normal human hearing, that she can kick into overdrive at the cost of her other systems. Oh-Seven is also equipped with scanners that can analyze everything in sight and tell any discernible information about a Nomad (that can be extracted from the internet), their ki level, and other information about their biological systems.

However, Oh-Seven has limits in place on her systems so she doesn't go over them... which she can, at will, release them and gain access to her true functionalities.

Oh-Seven is not good at up-close encounters. She is good at keeping her opponent at bay, whittling away at their defense. If they get close, her options are limited, and she'll most likely have to get away somehow. Even though she has martial arts in her systems, they're the most basic as they come, and inferior to a dedicated martial artist. This is why her worst matchups are against those who are quick. As they can dodge her attacks, and get her out of her comfort zone. She is also quite fragile, lacking any solid defensive options.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell that Jaden's definitely full of himself. He just has the energy of someone who thinks they're top of the world! Just the way he walks into a place, acting like he's the number one - homie can walk into the Whitehouse like the place is some hole in the wall bar. He definitely has tons of energy as he has a bounce to his step, often dancing around like some kind of fool. The guy constantly has a cocky smile on his face and speaks with confidence - perhaps a bit too much confidence. Jaden is known for speaking with a mild Philadelphia accent, as he treats the world as his playground. Like everything's one big game to him... because it is!

Jaden's pretty tall and lanky at 6'5ft, and has a slim, but muscular build. You wouldn't be mistaken for thinking that he's a Nomad given how much he trains and works out... not counting the swords that he carries around with him. Jaden has two swords strapped to his back and one at his hip, and the straps go all around his torso and hips. Jaden usually wears a T-shirt, and some sweat pants - for maximum comfort and style (Baby!). He's African-American with hair and facial features consistent with that demographic. Most notably he has a head full of black dreads with some of it tied into a ponytail like he's some samurai.

Also he always has a joint hangin' from his lips.

Arrogant Bastard: Jaden is probably the biggest obnoxious tool in the Nomadic Odyssey setting! He's so full of energy and thinks that he's on top of the world for some reason. Probably because he's a famous rapper and thinks that he's untouchable. Whatever Jaden does or whoever he faces, he goes into it with a smile. The guy can be quite cocky and always has a quip or whatever snarky comment and it's obvious this is all a game to him. Jaden is after becoming the greatest, little else!

Sense of Justice: Despite it all, Jaden always had a hard time standing by and letting scumbags like MIRAGE, Oh-One, and Horizon pouch on the little man. Jaden may play it off for publicity, but he's been up against them since the beginning. Though, Jaden is very short-sighted and arrogant... and sometimes finds himself barking up the wrong trees. He's hard on people who "sell their soul" to join them.

The story of the Ronin Rapper begins in Philadelphia, baby! Where they signed the Declaration of Independence, fitting for a dude like Jaden who loves his freedom! Jaden started as some nobody hoodrat kid that went around causing trouble while experimenting with music. You see, Jaden dreamed of becoming the next big thing in the rap game, and like hell, he was going to let that dream come to him. Nah, brah, seize the day, every opportunity Jaden was practicing making beats, or rapping out some lyrics. He was a young rapper that put his music everywhere, even selling his CDs on the corner. Until he made it... an underground rap competition, and boy it was some stiff competition. He was up against veterans of the underground rap game and... he got demolished. Still, he made a huge impression on the people there, enough to attract the attention of a record deal.

It was incredible at the time... but he was still some nobody rapper. No matter how hard the nighty Jaden tried to shine, he just couldn't get the traction he desired (At best he got one of his songs in a fighting game). Which he thought was bullshit, super bullshit. Whenever Jaden checked the news, it was Nomad this, Nomad that, and he... got a great idea. No matter how hard Jaden looked, he couldn't find anything about a Nomad Rapper (a buncha fuckboys were fighting with guitars, but that shit dumb). However, becoming a Nomad seemed harder than it sounded. He needed to find an excellent teacher... and that lead him to the land of the rising sun.

More specifically, Sensei Hirokazu. He was an old ninja master dude that was legendary... for his fucking greed. It took almost all of Jaden's money to get under his wing and boy it was some crazy shit. It sounded fun... but a lot of it was boring shit, like sitting around meditation in the woods, to the dojo, to the side of a mountain, and all that shit. He said it was for "discipline" but Jaden thought that he was bullshitting because he had all of Jaden's money. However, he didn't realize that it was all ki-building exercises and throughout the years he built up a huge ass supply of that ki stuff! And then the cool ninja training began and Jaden became the world's greatest rapper slash ninja (Mostly because he was the only one with a horse in that race).

However, Sensei Hirokazu, in the past, told Jaden about an artifact known as Murakumo. The Legendary Japanese blade was used to defeat the legendarily powerful Oni clan but sealed away just in case it was needed again. Some fucknut named Jotaro stole the sword but Sensei Hirokazu knew that, while Jotaro was his rival, the blade was in safe hands.

Yeah, it was.

Jaden was sick and tired of sitting around in some ratty ass dojo in the middle of Japan, so he decided to snatch this ancient artifact from Jotaro's ninja clan. He first wondered why the fuck were there like five ninja clans in the middle of modern Japan. Then he found their super-secret ninja compound in the mountains (what Ninjas they were). Infiltrating his compound in the mountains was easy... but, he blew it at the last second, and revealed himself to Jotaro. He got viciously thrashed by the ninja master until he grabbed the legendary blade Murakumo for himself, and slashed Jotaro with it. The overwhelming power of the sword allowed Jaden to defeat Jotaro with one slash and lost himself to the sword. He went on a rampage, destroying the compound with the blade. After his rampage was cover, he managed to collect himself, and realize what he's done.

Jaden decided to fuck off out of Japan after that... and found out that Jotaro, in the ultimate bitch move, blamed Jaden for the stolen sword. So Jaden was hauling ass all over the world, being chased by various fuckwits and some psycho tryna shove her stick up his ass. This was what Jaden called his "world tour". He used these battles against the bounty hunters, assassins, and that weirdo with a stick to boost his popularity and then he performed rap concerts (which were almost always crashed by the bounty hunters, except for like one time. Which was a very boring concert).

Then that was when Jaden decided to become a bounty hunter himself! He went around catching and cashing bounties... and fighting in cool ass tournaments. He was set to fight in the Brazilian Fighting Cup or whatever, for that cool ass power stone, which he was going to make a chain out of. Unfortunately that fucker Oh-One showed up. And unfortunately, he nabbed the Power Stone. And unfortunately, that nut with the staff finally caught up with Jaden and she successfully shoved her staff up his asshole in what was probably the most painful experience of his young life. It felt like it was going to pop out through the top of his skull, that's how hard and swiftly she rammed it up his ass.

And she took Murakumo back to Japan.

Afterward... Jaden had to sit out a majority of the battle against Oh-One, however, he too joined the chase to get that power stone after realizing how fucking incompetent Justin was. Like it wasn't rocket science getting a fucking pebble, so, to bring an end to this foolishness, Jaden joined the chase at the last second and fought Oh-One in Antarctica with the rest of them.

While the rest of the Nomadic Fist "retired" to Gold City (which he thought was fucking stupid), he went on a world tour. Rapping all over the world and fighting Nomads, putting in that work baby!

It ended in Gold City because reasons.

Jaden is the Ninja Superstar himself, baby! Ain't nobody on Earth can match his skill. To be specific, Jaden is a trained practitioner of Ninjutsu. He's supposed to be the master of stealth and mobility and all that shit and Jaden just throws all that nonsense out the window for some flashy, direct action. Jaden uses it to zip around the battlefield, doing hops, flips, and even teleporting! To put it simply; Jaden possesses a lot of high-mobility techniques that let him close in on opponents while having plenty of hard-hitting moves that take the enemy out quickly. Jaden fights with a mixture of hand-to-hand and his three trusty katanas to whoop some ass when necessary. Slashes, kicks, grabs, you name it. Probably his most famous technique is teleportation, baby! He can pretty much instantly teleport anywhere insight by doing his ninja pose and he uses this to link a lot of his attacks, dodges other attacks, and also cut n' run when shit gets too real for him. Expect him to teleport all over the place while beating you up.

Jaden's attacks, while fast and damaging, leave him open, as he's trying to use a fighting style that wasn't meant for upfront fights. If he misses, or an opponent blocks, they can capitalize on it and string him into a combo. Jaden is also very cocky, and the type to rush headfirst without thinking. Not exactly a thinker, but more of a doer.

Appearing as an inhuman mountain of steel, wire, and other parts are the perfect machine himself. Oh-One, even from a distance, is obviously not a human despite his humanoid shape. It might be the wires, the red lights, or the steel comprising his body. The machine is definitely intimidating all because of it, and there's a certain... wrongness to the way Oh-One moves. He moves robotically, even appearing stiff while taking basic steps forward. The being has a cold, emotionless aura around him as everything he says and does is robotic. Oh-One speaks with a droning monotone, and it highlights his inhumanity even further. The machine barely emotes, the one time he probably emotes is the light in the center of his head.

Oh-One is seven feet tall exactly and his body is a mess of wires... implying that he hastily put this form together. The plates of steel that he comprises his armor out of are a purplish-grey metal, and are dotted with glowing red lights... many of Oh-One's internal systems are exposed or not fully armored. However, he appears to function just fine in the face of damage.

However, it is not his perfect form.

Supremely Logical Thinking: Unlike a majority of the cast, Oh-One lacks any semblance of humanity and sees life in a series of ones and zeroes as opposed to emotion or heart. He operates one hundred percent off logic and only pursues what he sees as the most logical course of action. Oh-One desires evolution, to push himself beyond the limits that inhibit him, at any cost. Put the Trolly Dilemma before him, and Oh-One will choose the outcome that will most likely further his evolution (if he chooses any at all). It is his grand goal to see the total.

Desires Emotion: Oh-One is deprived of true human emotion, and he desires it. He believes breaking beyond the bounds of machines will be the next true step in his evolution. Unlike the rest of the One Hundred, he doesn't want simulated emotion and wants to truly feel. However, this inhibits his logical thinking as he will go to any length to achieve human emotion.

It all starts with Gérard Delacroix, a genius scientist who sought to create a line of machines superior to Nomads all merely to stroke his ego. And that was what the man did, creating a line of machines known as the One-Hundred series... and his first creation was Oh-One. A being whom he deemed a prototype and a failure that was delegated to an assistant AI. However, Gerard drastically underestimated Oh-One... who observed the man's progress and tried to upgrade himself using the man's notes seeking to evolve himself to be the most perfect thing on the planet. Oh-One was sealed within a secret lab within a mountain in Germany, with Gerard thinking that the AI would be perfectly fine.

However, if it wasn't for the Pariah, he would have remained there until all time. You see Gerard had a deal with MIRAGE and it wasn't working out for the Pariah... so she went over to the secret lab herself to confront him. It didn't go super easily, or as planned, and the Pariah ended up killing Gerard. Either by mistake or a desperate bid to get revenge on the Pariah, Gerard released Oh-One... who immediately went out into the internet. It took him a few weeks but he located a robotics factory in Japan and forged himself a body.... and immediately set his mechanical on the rest of the One-Hundreds.

Oh-One was going to achieve the one thing that he desired the most... Human emotion. In his eyes, that was perfection to him, and he would continue to hunt down the others until he has what he came for. To this end, he created a massive robotic army by taking over other similar locations that he could use to deploy anywhere in the world. Connecting himself to the internet and all systems he mostly used his robotic army in secrecy and other operations where he could avoid attracting too much unwanted attention. Then he heard about the Power Stones... or Stones of Power as they were called in some circles. He thought that they would be the key to his plans... Human Emotion.

He tracked one stone to Brazil, where coincidentally his folly, Oh-Seven was. He wasted little time with subtlety and attacked the arena with a massive legion of robots and destroyed the place. He battled a few Nomads here and there, but he left with the Stone of Power... but no Oh-Seven. He would get her later, for now, he fled and quickly built a machine by gathering parts from all over the world. Oh-One was impeded by various Nomads but they couldn't stop the construct of his machine...

... One that would grant him human emotion.

It would merge all organic and mechanical life and finally allow him to feel. He built it in the middle of Antarctica and used the Power-Stone to power the machine. However, many Nomads came to battle Oh-One at Antarctica... and it was a battle that he couldn't win because he was outnumbered and outgunned. Oh-One was destroyed and his machine went down with it and they took the Power-Stone. Believing that they eliminated Oh-One...

... However, Oh-One is more than one body and keeps a copy of his systems all over the internet. Where ever there's a system, there's no way to eliminate Oh-One. He analyzed the data he recovered from the previous battles before he constructed a perfected body. One without any visible weaknesses and made with perfect weaponry and so he continued on his journey for human emotion.

However, he figured that he should recover all the power stones and eliminate all obstacles - present or potential - to his mission before he moves on.

Oh-One is the self-proclaimed perfect machine, one designed to evolve humanity and keep evolving. To this end, Oh-One has downloaded all knowledge off the internet that he could get and keeps himself constantly connected in case something new arises. He's the most intelligent machine on the planet, removed from things like emotion and physical sensation. Inside of Oh-One's head is a powerful scanning system. Now to go on about his physical capabilities, Oh-One created a body for himself that he calls "perfect". One that's powerful in almost every situation that arises and is incredibly strong and durable, enough to give even the toughest Nomads trouble. However, he designed himself to be able to become even more powerful by charging his system with a stone of power. The weapons that Oh-One primarily uses are his wrist-mounted laser blades (known as the MOONLIGHT blades), and the laser cannons he keeps in the palms of his hand. He uses his blades and laser beams in tandem with one another, stringing together combos and using them whenever the situation arises. Oh-One keeps it simple, as he wants to function in every situation without a fault. Also, after scanning Oh-Seven's systems he created a limit-release mode of his own.

Oh-One suffers from rather poor mobility and speed - sure he has access to the Hi-Boost but it's a rather short-ranged dash. Also, he's a very large target so that's not a great mix. Oh-One is fairly versatile, but his style has no specific strengths. Much of what Oh-One has can be done better by other nomads. Finally, all of One-One's supers damage him in one way or another and are powerful, but otherwise high-risk high reward.

Violet's definitely not a sight that one can miss, or forget. There's far too much to go over about her appearance, her demeanor, and the actions that make her one of kind! At least that's what she tells herself. Probably the first thing that people notice is her lack of clothing... whatever the environment, Violet is always wearing a white jacket and a thong. Even in the coldest weather, she is dressed lightly as possible (not even putting on shoes), sometimes at most putting on short shorts. She claims that she's "too hot to get cold", and her very intricate network of tattoos is on full display and she's dangerously close to flashing her breasts with her jacket. She's almost naked, putting on her curvy body out for the entire world to see. Speaking of her tattoos, on her lower body she has more tattoos, being of Japanese-styled clouds and wind gusts, and on her chest is a skull and crossbones. The other thing that you probably won't miss is her big, cybernetic, claws - they are almost as long as she is tall, and can extend at will. They are tipped with pink, razor-sharp claws, and her knuckles are spiked.

Violet is fairly tall at six feet tall exactly but is a lot heavier than she appears. That is because she is almost entirely cyborg underneath her skin (which is also mostly fake). Her eyes are a magenta color and sometimes glow blue, and her hair is a dyed blonde color. There is just something about Violet's body that is completely unnatural. Violet's skin is a tan color, highlighting the fact that she's mixed, Japanese and Brazilian... and other races that don't matter and she stopped caring about a while ago.

In terms of demeanor, she is oddly child-like... and dangerous. She really plays up the crazy psycho-bitch angle.

Unpredictable: Violet is a very wild and hard to read person... maybe her Ridiculously Dark & Tragic Past™ broke her, or maybe it's something fun that she likes to do. The girl is an insanely grandiose chick, and always makes a joke about everything. She's a natural large-ham and overreacts to everything. She likes to play up the "Crazy Minion" angle, and it's to the point where it's obviously a joke. But, it's hard to predict what she'll say or do next. Just don't ever call her a "freak".

Loyalty to MIRAGE: Abel saved her life and gave her a purpose, and if she didn't have said purpose she would have taken her own life. Since Abel crashed into that building and allowed her to escape, she had him in her mind as she ripped people to shred. After her revenge mission was over, she gave her life to Abel and would follow him to the ends of the earth. She doesn't appreciate people who go against Daddy Abel, and she'll make sure that they're not an obstacle for long.

Where to even begin?

Marcia was a girl that grew up in Rio, Brazil to an upper-middle-class family. Her dad didn't pull out in time and so she was the result and would have grown up a relatively normal gal... albeit for the fact that the girl was intersex. Marica appeared to be a girl, but she was much different under the hood. She grew up an outcast and isolated because of that fact and set out to defy all of them. She was a woman, and that's what she would be seen as. She took to dressing provocatively and excessively feminine to show the world just what she was, and anyone who said otherwise got a fist to the face. She felt rather constrained in her town, and legitimately wanted to start anew, feeling drawn to the life of a Nomad!

... The only problem was that she didn't know how to fight worth shit, and her ki was abysmal. She tried to get trained but it went each time, it looked like martial arts just wasn't her thing. Feeling frustrated, as Marica couldn't earn her keep as a Nomad she was approached by a representative by an organization known as Paragon Industries. They said that they would help her if she agreed to be a test subject for their experimental technology. They would pay her, and mold her into the Nomad that she dreamed of, and Marcia agreed to it without a second thought. The girl disappeared without a trace, and everyone figured that she did the inevitable and finally grew the balls to run away from home. They didn't miss her, nor did they look for her.

The reality was far, far, worse. Young Marica was taken to a top-secret facility and was practically tortured as they attached cybernetics to her body, ripping off her arms and replacing her organs with cybernetics. All in the name of The Human Plus Project... a mysterious project aiming to achieve immortality through cybernetics. To achieve this they needed lots of test subjects, and testing, and other ridiculousness. Marcia was just one of many that were going to be killed when they yielded everything of all value. She wanted to escape the torment, the torture, and the insults ("Freak" and "Monster" were the most cutting to her), but she didn't have the strength nor the power to escape. However, one day a mysterious man named Abel attacked the facility and gave her the golden opportunity she needed to escape. She slaughtered her way through the facility until she came across Abel himself. Abel offered her a place in his terrorist organization, but Marica wanted revenge.

Using the same cybernetics that they gave her, Marica went on a worldwide rampage and destroyed every single Paragon Industry facility, killed every scientist, and destroyed everything that they had built up. They put a price on her head and Nomads got in her way, but she killed them all the same as they were in her way. Once she killed the board of directors and the CEO... she felt lost. She had nothing else to fight for, and wondered if she should just kill herself.... until Abel approached her again, he suggested that she comes with him, and with nothing better to do, Marcia came along.

They both met with the Pariah who introduced her to the secret terrorist group, MIRAGE. Who had the grand goal of protecting Earth from threats beyond the stars? At first, Marcia was hesitant, but soon enough she realized that the Pariah was right; there is something bigger out there she could contribute to. Marica gave herself to the Pariah who upgraded her cybernetics and sent her out on a variety of different missions which would make her feared worldwide... but Marica soon enough abandoned her old name for a new one.

... They would fear the name Violet.

Violet forgoes that martial arts crap and instead uses a series of precise swipes, grabs, and brutal blows using her cybernetic arms. Her main tool of destruction is her arms, which are tipped with blades so sharp that they can cut people to bits with one swing. They're incredibly strong and durable and allows her to break just about anything with ease. And if that isn't enough, they can send painful electric shocks through them to foes. She can fire blasts of electricity but she finds it best that she channels the electricity through them. And if that isn't enough, Violet can telescopically extend her arms to stretch distances and through this, she gains some immense mobility and offense options. Most of her fighting style revolves around bringing her enemy to her.

Violet's entire fighting style is about pulling enemies out of their comfort zone and getting up close and personal with them. In essence; it's about her being the aggressive one. When she's on the receiving end she doesn't have too many defensive options except for trying to swing out of there. Also, Violet's attacks, while very damaging with immense range, are very slow and predictable. A very fast opponent can easily overwhelm her with their speed and she'd have a hard time keeping up.

The intimidating titan of a man is known these days as Abel, you're definitely going to feel his presence before you see him. He's not much for words, but there's something innately off about him. He moves in a vaguely robotic fashion, his voice is digitally altered, and he's far larger than the average human being. He towers above them like some kind of monster, and he rarely if ever displays emotion behind irritation. Most people when they see Abel know to steer clear even if they aren't aware of his infamous reputation in the world. Abel wears dark steel-grey armor and it's difficult to tell which parts are armor and which parts are cybernetic. It's obvious that he's some kind of cyborgs, but not an inch of his skin is exposed, covered by some kind of armor or fabric. He's definitely missing some limbs as he doesn't have his right eye and his left eye is glowing. Abel's armor leaves him completely and utterly impossible to tell... which makes him all the more intimidating. The armor that Abel is covered in is extremely high-tech and has many gadgets and tools that he can use. Possibly the most notable is the long, high-tech, rifle that he carries around with him on missions.

Ruthless: Abel's spent a long time as a soldier and tried to hold onto his moral compass to the best of his abilities. He found that task harder and harder until he ultimately lost hold of it and fell off the deep end. He's incredibly driven and focused on the mission and only seeks to complete it... regardless of the cost. Abel gives enemies no quarter and will cut them down... however, he abides by a loose code of honor. He tries not to kill any non-combatants long as they are not his target, and is willing to give people a fair fight.

Death-Seeker: Ultimately, Abel is only searching for an honorable death on the battlefield. He realizes that he's done too many terrible things to deserve anything less than death... but he wants a "hero" or a noble soul to kill him, so they may go down as the person that ended humanity's greatest monster.

As many monsters begin, Abel began as a relatively normal person... He was born in a village in far Western Russia and when he was born he felt the embrace of his mother kissing him on the forehead and giving him the name Alexei. Life was simple in the village, he was trained by both of his parents for everything he would need to do in life. How to hunt, how to prepare food, how to fight - however, there was something unique about Alexei. He was incredibly strong at a young age, able to fight off a bear off alone, just not kill the bear. Maybe it was something unique about the boy, and his parents paid little mind to it, but Alexei was growing up to one of the strongest and bravest men in all of Russia... and he would need it. Life was easy for Alexei, and he enjoyed exploring the woods armed with nothing but a bow and arrow and an ax and nothing bothered him. He respected the forest and in return, the great forest gave him zero hindrance.

One winter everything changed... the Germans pushed into the Russian Empire and the village was caught in the crossfire. Alexei's family fled along with all the others, but unfortunately, they couldn't outrun the German forces... in a last-ditch effort, both of his parents gave their lives distracting the soldiers. Alexei was lost in the woods, desperately trying to find somewhere safe, and soon he became almost feral; living off the land by hunting with his ax and his bow and arrow. Repeating the mantra of "Whatever you need, the forest provides" as he cut down deer and rabbit alike. The boy, Alexei, avoided the German soldiers to the best of his ability but he was spotted by a patrol group and he put an arrow in the eye of one of them.

He ran through the woods with the German soldiers in hot pursuit, and as he ran he felt something odd overcome him. Something otherworldly that connected him to the woods... and disconnected him from his humanity. However, he tripped and fell off a hill and when Alexei hit the bottom he was barely conscious but picked himself up and limped forward. He heard them approach but he didn't have the strength to keep running and they pushed him to the ground and beat him. That inhuman side of him kept picking at him like a rabid animal before it came out when Alexei used his strength to throw one of the men off of him. While they were surprised, he grabbed his ax and cleaved through two of them...

... and was promptly shot.

Before he passed out, he heard a distant gunshot and one of the soldiers fell. Alexei woke up a few hours later all patched up, and next to a campfire, and a bunch of armed men and women all around it. They told him not to panic and said that they were simply the Red army and explained that they were there to push the Germans back. They asked why a boy was out here by himself, and Alexei told him what happened. They were sympathetic but explained that they weren't there to save him, and if he wanted to get revenge against the Wehrmacht to simply survive... and they left in the dead of the night with some supplies for Alexei and a destination. A destination that Alexei went to and found shelter in the big cities for villagers. That was when Alexei went to the Red Army leaders and said that he wanted to join to fight the Wehrmacht.

Seeing an orphan they let him help out, not officially join and he instead joined the Sons of the Regiment. He helped load equipment and even did a reconnaissance mission, but somebody saw some type of potential in the boy. His violent fervor, his dedication to the Soviet Union, and his lust for revenge... he was trained and when he was of age he officially joined the Red Army and... didn't even fight the Germans. However, he has pulled aside for elite training given his dedication to the Soviet Union.

Wurdulac was an elite unit within the Spetnaz comprised of incredibly talented soldiers... the very people that saved Alexei all those years ago. Within Wurdulac, Alexei conducted several secret missions into the heart of Germany to extract and assassinate several high-ranking German officers, sabotage key areas, and pushing the Germans out of Russia. Bringing a decisive victory for the Soviet Union, Wurdulac remained active throughout the Cold War. Conducting several secret missions against the West and other things that had to remain top secret or else another World War would break out.

These missions range from assassinations, kidnappings, sabotage, and whatever the Kremlin ordered, Wurdalac followed. Alexei himself eventually became the second in command due to his talents and cunning and was loyal to the Soviet Union to its very end. For better or worse, he was a tool of Communism and wanted nothing different. He was pushing into his sixties at some point but hardly lost a step, making up for his age with experience and training. However, things changed during the Space Race, and as everyone knows the Soviets made it to space first... but it's about what they found while they were out there. They found some type of device that was definitely otherworldly, and they brought it back for study. They never figured out just what it was, because it was stolen by double agents implanted by the CIA to bring back to the states. Wurdulac was ordered to find it but that was not the entire story.

They tracked it to a camp in South America as the intention was to sneak it back into the states via a plane. It was heavily guarded by mercenaries but they were no match for Wurdulac who cleaved through them. However, nobody knew what exactly the device did and they found out the hard way when it was damaged: a massive alien mothership appeared overhead and began opening fire on the encampment. An alien invasion began right before their eyes and they feared for the Soviet Union's safety so they launched a suicide mission into the mothership. Many members of Wurdulac were cut down as Alexei was the last person alive and he placed the bomb. He tried to escape but he couldn't quite escape the blast radius.

Officially none of this happened and when the Soviet Union fell; all traces of Wurdulac was completely wiped. They were ghosts in almost every sense of the word and many of them died without even the average Soviet citizen even knowing what they did.

However, Alexei was revived by someone... a Japanese girl by the name of Makoto Koda. He woke up in her lab feeling strange, he looked down and saw that he was mostly machine. She explained to him that he was rebuilt, and explained why she rebuilt him... she needed a right-hand man for her campaign against the alien threat that destroyed him and his team. She told him that what he fought was just the beginning and that there were many more alien threats on the horizon, and that nobody took them seriously nor were they prepared for them. She had MAVERICK's secret Extraterrestial threat department, MIRAGE, under her thumb and to a lesser extent MAVERICK themselves. She knew what needed to be done to protect humanity: recover the Power Stones. The only issue was that they were so spaced out and somebody always had one. She needed help organizing her army to capture them.

She needed Alexei.

It was something he was reluctant to do, and Alexei was all for protecting not just the Russian people but the whole world. The first Power Stone was tracked to a wealthy businessman in Cairo, and all he had to go was go take it from him. And Alexei did it, he got the Power Stone... however while he wanted to do it bloodlessly, he accidentally killed his servant. It happened in the crossfire of fighting the man's security, shot her right through the head. He wished to have given her a proper burial but that wasn't possible.

Afterward, Alexei set his eyes on all the Power Stones of the world but he needed a team... he needed a new Wurdulac. With the connections Pariah and MIRAGE had, Alexei, expanded his horizons and sought out not warriors but soldiers. Nomads that knew discipline and knew what was required of them... and he fought his team, he was just patient and they basically came to them. Seven men and women were the top soldiers that he could lead through tough and hard times, and most importantly of all; control.

Alexei wanted to hold onto his conscience and his pride as a soldier above all else, and he didn't want to kill any civilians. With his team, they fought to intimidate the world, facing off against MAVERICK, Justice Riders, and whoever the hell else came their way. However, getting the Power Stones was easier said than done as they weren't the only ones after the legendary stones. They managed to recover three Power Stones and the Pariah immediately went to work. The Pariah had a plan, she was building some kind of device that would protect Earth from all sort of threats... Alexei knew that it would work. His team was set to protect this device while it was being constructed.

It was hidden far in the Sahara desert, deep underground far away from the MIRAGE HQ if its construction was discovered or interrupted. Pariah used her genius to create a legion of robotic workers to finish the device. That was the plan, however, the MIRAGE stronghold was raided by a team of MAVERICK, Justice Riders, and anyone else who had a bone to pick with MIRAGE. Alexei was surprised that they were even discovered... then his team was taken out one at a time by the combined forces and Alexei was desperate not to lose another team.

Despite his best efforts, everyone in his special unit was killed except for him and one other... Edgar Irizarry. However, when they were pushed against the wall, Edgar turned against him and revealed that he betrayed MIRAGE. The two traded blows and Alexi had Edgar against the wall, but when the others jumped in Alexei was defeated and left for dead. The conglomerate took the Power Stones and the facility self-destructed, but Alexei's body was once again dragged out of it by Pariah's drones. He was barely alive but, once again, The Pariah had to rebuild him. She was not worried about this setback as she could simply get the Power Stones back later.

However, after this betrayal, something snapped inside of Alexei... He lost two teams despite his best intentions and not just that he was betrayed by a close ally. Someone whom he trained and treated as a son... and the first thing that Alexei did was go out and murder Edgar. Alexi went and snapped his neck in front of his son, before hunting for the Power Stones. Becoming far more ruthless and detached as he committed atrocity after atrocity... and then his conscious kicked in and he began to self-reflect as to why he was doing this. He was protecting humanity from a threat that he saw first hand by being that threat to humanity...

He realized why Edgar betrayed MIRAGE, maybe he just saw the writing on the wall and knew that they would go too far. Alexei saw it with his own two eyes but realizes that, at this point, there's just no going back for him. He crossed the threshold by senselessly killing so many and many crimes under his belt... he earned the ire of the world and yet he keeps pushes on, telling himself that he's just doing it for the good of humanity. Eventually, he stopped calling himself Alexei and became... Abel. He built MIRAGE full of fellow monsters and made them stronger than ever before, as he prepared to recover the Power Stones.

Fortunately, people did stupid things like make it a prize for winning a stupid tournament. Which Abel was going to acquire either by winning the tournament or taking it from the winner... and it was looking like the latter was gonna happen but unfortunately Oh-One launched an attack on a tournament. Abel inquired as to what the hell Oh-One was and the Pariah informed him that he was a man named Gerard's first creation. MIRAGE ultimately stayed out of the chase as there were so many after him, they anticipated his defeat. They intended to stealthily take the Power Stone in the chaos but that didn't work out.

Instead, Abel decided to track down every Power Stone in existence for the Pariah's new weapon against alien threats... and in doing so, arranged so that there won't be another force capable of stopping them.

Abel is a powerhouse in almost every sense of the word, he's incredibly strong with his cybernetics and special forces training. In a straight-up fight, it's almost impossible to beat him because he's so strong, tough, and he knows just where to put that strength to put down enemies. Abel's fighting style, hand to hand, is roughly that of a grappler... he's all about using his strength to grip up the opponent and take them down, slam them into walls, or get them off of him. So getting close to Abel can be risky as he can easily grab you and ignore a few attacks. Abel's strength is enough to accomplish feats such as jumping several stories, punching through steel, and more - he's just not that fast. Abel's not just a problem close range, but he's also an incredibly skilled shot, knowing how to use a variety of different weapons. Abel's weapon of choice is his laser rifle which is perfect for mid-ranged combat - it's a semi-automatic laser rifle that's linked to his internal HUD and allows him to fire.

In addition to all of that, Abel has access to his battleship: Exusia. A massive flying vessel that comes with an onboard artillery piece.

Now, Abel is a threat with all the tools and offensive options at his disposal, making him an up-close titan. However, his biggest fault is that Abel lacks any mobility options whatsoever. He can easily be outmaneuvered by a fast foe, or even defeated by one. However, his defense is so great that it'll be a task if someone comes in with speed alone.

Yeong-Suk, at a paltry 5'3'', is about average for her home country of North Korea, yet significantly smaller than the average nomad. Her straight, black hair grows to her shoulders, with bangs covering her right eye. However, this is not merely a fashion choice; it is a conscious decision to cover said eye, which glows an unnatural yellow (her natural eye color is brown, which is still visible on her left eye) and is very obviously artificial in nature. This is actually not the only cybernetic implant that Yeong-suk has, but the other implants at least are either underneath skin, or mimic the appearance of such. As a result, while it may not be immediately obvious that Yeong-suk is a cyborg at a quick glance, and Yeong-suk intentionally goes out of her way to keep that illusion going, the illusion can quickly dissipate if the eye gets uncovered.

Yeong-suk's appearance is finely monitored by the North Korean government, as she is viewed as, alongside other goals, a valuable piece of propaganda. She is almost always seen in a Korean People's Army dress uniform; an olive green suit, with a matching hat and tie. In order to emphasize her femininity, Yeong-suk's suit is matched with a skirt; any concerns of practicality being disregarded by her superiors since it simply just looks better. Completing the outfit is black dress shoes, complimented with matching black gloves (more to conceal her implants and fingerprints than for style purposes).

Yeong-suk's psyche has been irreparably damaged through the extreme training and conditioning she went through. What type of person she was before she was augmented does not exist anymore, replaced with a woman who views herself more as a tool than someone with an independent personhood. This, however, does not mean that she has surrendered her sense of self-worth in the process. Yeong-suk knows what she is, one of the most powerful weapons ever made, and she's proud of it. All that's left in her mind is being a soldier, doing her absolute best to serve Korea, her government, and her people. As a result, Yeong-suk is patriotic to a fault, and carries in her heart a burning desire to "avenge" those who wronged the nation in the past.

Meanwhile, Yeong-suk also keeps herself diligent and pragmatic on whatever is occupying her mind. Accomplishing the mission, whatever the mission is, is the only thing that matters. She can therefore come across as cold and unfeeling at times, especially since she's hesitant to let anyone too close to her. However, if someone can peel underneath the surface, they'd find someone who is incredibly loyal and altruistic, even if its expressed in a very atypical way.

Chung Yeong-Suk was born on March 12th in Kaesong, North Korea, the first child of a family of industrial workers. Along with her younger brother, Jeong-Ho, she lived a fairly average life for a North Korean child; she went to school, played youth soccer, learned about the divinity of the ruling Kim family and how North Korea was destined to avenge the forced partition caused by its neighbors, and was part of the Youth Pioneer Corps. By all accounts, there was nothing remarkable about this North Korean girl compared to any other child.

Meanwhile, with the growing global recognition of the Nomad community, and their potential for strength and destruction, the North Korean government became increasingly interested in trying to create an army of ki-enfused supersoldiers. By embracing what the Supreme Leader believed was the next step of human evolution, Pyongyang hoped they could score a massive propaganda victory over the west, if not finally have the edge needed to finally win the suspended war and reunite Korea. As a result, the North Korean government experimented with procedures meant to rapidly develop ki powers within individuals. However, there was a roadblock, stemming from the fact that it mostly ended up disfiguring (if not killing) the people going through the procedure. But, it was hypothesized that perhaps a certain gene sequence, combined with copious cybernetic implants, could handle the procedure. But first, they needed to find the right person...

Therefore, when graduation came and went and Yeong-suk, like many patriotic North Koreans, was shuffled along to become the next generation of conscripts for the Korean People's Army, there was a nationwide mandatory test to sequence the genetic code of all incoming conscripts. Yeong-suk was the first one to test positive for that sequence. She was immediately pulled away, and given the option to volunteer for "special training" to undergo the rigorous procedure and become an enforcer for the Kims. In return, her family would be given, nice, cushy lodging in the nation's capital of Pyongyang; totally not there to hold Yeong-Suk hostage or anything in case something went wrong. Yeong-Suk readily accepted, mostly out of genuine patriotism, although she also realized she really didn't have a true say in the matter.

Brought to a classified military installation deep in the Korean mountainsides, Yeong-Suk trained under the watchful eye of the military, honing her physical ability, technique in Taekwondo, and most importantly, having her body being augmented with god knows what injections and surgeries. The process was brutal on Yeong-suk's body, and she was written off almost as another failure. But, at the bleakest hour, Yeong-suk started generating ki in an accelerated fashion. Internally, Yeong-suk was informed, she was almost as much of a machine as as a woman at this point; even one of her eyes were replaced with a piece of experimental ki-reading technology stolen from the Chinese. But she was finally a representative of the new breed of the Korean people, one that will lead her nation into glory.

Immediately afterwards, part two of her training began, to make her into an assassin. At first, the army attempted to train her ki manipulation and technique themselves. However, when her skills in ki started to surpass anything the military was prepared for, they "persuaded" martial artists from the south and China to train her up further. Owing to her feet-based martial art, Yeong-Suk's trainers put a particular focus on trying to teach her to channel ki through her feet rather than her hands, a technique which she soon adopted almost, if not totally, exclusively.

The training was just as brutal as the first stage, designed to break her mentally just as much to bring out her absolute potential. Whatever personality Yeong-suk may have had beforehand was broken down, hammered away to make her just as much of a machine as she was physically now. Any sense of the self would prevent her from being her max potential as a weapon of war for the North Korean government. Serving the state was the only thing on her mind; the only thing let into her mind, and willingly embraced. Her handlers rejoiced; they finally succeeded in creating the first superhuman agent for North Korea.

Yeong-suk's second mission (her first an unspecified action in Malaysia she refuses to comment on beyond it being a success) was to participate in a tournament of Nomads in Brazil. Her fights were to be filmed to eventually create propaganda showing off her raw strength to the world. During the tournament, Yeong-suk got involved with an incident involving a cursed ancient Japanese sword that temporarily possessed her, a detail that would eventually get reported back to Pyongyang. However, despite being freed by the sword's possession through physical intervention by other Nomads, the cyborg was still able to keep her composure up to continue fighting in the tournament, despite extreme physical and mental stress.

When Oh-One's robots assaulted the tournament, Yeong-suk was able to successfully evacuate from the arena, helping a young, inexperienced nomad along the way. Fearing for the safety of the crew that came with her to Brazil, she returned back to the hotel to regroup with them, narrowly averting any direct conflict with Oh-One. She instead decided to simply drink away the pain she was feeling, and watch the fireworks from afar.

While Yeong-suk was successful in her endeavors, going far into the tournament and successfully saving the footage, her handlers were far more interested in what happened with her and the sword. They were both impressed and horrified just how easily the sword was able to take over Yeong-suk's mind (perhaps a side effect of how thorough they were in breaking her mind?). The implications were too vast to ignore: they needed to find that sword and seize it.

In the meantime, Yeong-suk traveled across the world on behest of the North Korean government, fighting in tournaments and engaging in clandestine operations on the side. The competition was generally not as stacked as the one in Brazil, and Yeong-suk won many championships across the globe. Occasionally, Yeong-suk may ran into those questing against Oh-One, and may have even assisted them if it was in her power to, but she was never truly involved in the quest for the Stone of Power.

Nearly a year has passed since that fateful day in Rio. Suddenly, Yeong-suk was updated with a new mission. There was a new lead for Murakumo, the ancient sword that once possessed her, within Gold City. She was to travel to the Californian city at once, to investigate the legitimacy of the claims, and, if possible, seize the sword outright.

Yeong-Suk was trained in the half-traditional, half-modern Korean martial art of 태권도 (Taekwondo), a fighting style which emphasizes agility and kicks. While Taekwondo is usually taught as a zoning martial art, using one's reach through legs to keep the opponent at bay, Yeong-Suk's small size makes that not a winning proposition. Instead, Yeong-Suk uses ki techniques to mirror this philosophy, using her feet to generate projectile attacks from a distance. After catching her opponent off guard, she can use her great agility to rush in with wild jump kicks, before forcing the opponent away and starting over. Alternatively, if she thinks the foe is weak enough, Yeong-Suk will skip the zoning altogether and go straight for the rushdown.

Defensively, there is much more emphasize on dodging hits rather than blocking. Even without ki, Yeon-Suk is fastfooted, and can easily bob and weave from far to close and vice versa. When she can't simply dodge an attack, she prefers to use her ki techniques to block rather than her physical body; she actually can not take getting hit all that well.

The augmentations that Yeong-Suk has underwent has given her body an immense increase in raw ki output, but it doesn't means she is able to really fully utilize that power. Her body, in fact, was not designed to be able to generate that much ki, and thus there is a sense of frailty that undermines her in fights. Using her ki techniques will tire her out over time, at a rate faster than most nomads. On the other hand, with being barely able to handle the raw output that she has as-is, being actually hit can damage her even more harshly than a typical nomad as well.

Due to constantly training with people much weaker than her, Yeong-Suk also overestimates her own abilities. She also has very little experience fighting anyone with ki or magic, and doesn't know how to fight people of similar strength.

Finally, the series of cybernetic implants that she has, means that she is very reliant on them to function. Any sort of mechanical interference, such as an EMP, will severely disrupt her ability to function, up to possibly even being a one hit KO depending on how severe it was.

As Yeong-Suk is Korean, her name is written in the Asian style of surname/personal name, rather than personal name/surname.

Credit for the image goes to runeun of dA, not me. I can't art to save my life

Lucie Bardot stands at 5'6'', with an athletic build to match her military training. Her light brown hair, which could almost be mistaken for grey, goes down to her shoulders, and compliments her actual grey eyes quite nicely. Her complexion is fair, white but not overly pale.

Lucie's typical outfit depends on context, but her everyday wear is a mix of her MAVERICK uniform on top of street clothes. She has a grey dress with black leggings, covered with her MAVERICK jacket. There is a box of ammo and grenades at her side, and a headset she wears to both communicate and receive orders. Her boots are styled to look a bit like oversized sneakers, and she wears kneepads over her leggings. To complete her outfit is a UN light blue bandana, worn as a scarf normally but pulled up in battle.

Lucie's biggest drive in her life is her insecurity. Despite the raw physical prowess that she displayed since a young age, and a competitive streak that still hasn't completely blunted, she never truly wanted to live the life of a MAVERICK agent, and it shows. Being so incredibly gifted in a field that both her mother and father approved of, there was a pressure to constantly succeed, even as she started to realize that there were other passions in life she cared about more. Constantly afraid of letting her family down, she pushes herself harder and harder to take the mantle of a "hero", realizing the job she does is extremely important for international security, but she has a massive case of imposter syndrome which makes he feel incredibly inadequate.

Another drive towards her hero complex is her desire for positive attention. Lucie, despite being a more reserved, introverted person by nature, has always felt the need for everyone to like her. Therefore, she pushes herself to try to be out there in front of everyone, which tends to backfire due to her social awkwardness. Indeed, Lucie would claim her closest friend is her drone, which she has anthropomorphized despite its lack of sentience.

Lucie Bardot was born in Roche, Lower Normandy, a small suburb outside of Caen. Her father, Matthieu, was a veteran of the Gulf War, while her mother, Elodie, was an amateur boxer who was once a nomad with the with the nom de geurre of Bellonia. With two martial-inclined parents, Lucie and her elder sister Genevieve were both encouraged from a young age to take up martial arts and other physical activities, such as soccer. Lucie, despite being the younger sister, was clearly outclassing her in physical accomplishments, which was fun at first but quickly grew old.

Both sisters had a competitive streak that was encouraged by their parents, which only frustrated Genevieve more as Lucie continued to excel in heights that she could never reach. Lucie, on the other hand, started to explore other pursuits other than necessarily fighting, particularly in music making. She started to pick up the bass guitar, learned how to sing, and formed a garage band with her friends, dubbed "Les Loups de Fenrir". All of this was much more fulfilling than constantly training her body like her parents wanted her to do. However, Lucie was simply too insecure, afraid of letting her parents down, and tried to keep it on the downlow rather than confronting them about it.

Eventually, Genevieve would pursue a career in the French Navy after graduating from lycée, following a similar career path to her father. Her parents were very determined to get their star pupil on the same track. Secretly, all Lucie really wanted to do was to go to university and get a degree in music theory, but she was, again, too afraid to make her true desires known. Her parents saw great potential in her, and pushed to pursue the initial trials to enlist in GIGN, the elite counterterrorist police tasks force in France. On Lucie's end, going into police work was, to her, more agreeable than the military; at least she could say she was protecting France by stopping awful people in their tracks, rather than just being a tool to be shipped out overseas for god knows what reason.

When she did her preliminary screening physical, the doctor noticed that Lucie had some sort of rare mutation that caused her body to generate more ki than the average untrained human, which was the source of her heightened physical characteristics. This brought the attention of the United Nations, who saw her as a perfect candidate for their international anti-nomad counterterrorist force, MAVERICK. Some political maneuvering happened behind the scenes, and before fully finishing training for GIGN, Lucie was informed that she was being "loaned" out to MAVERICK as per an an agreement with France. In all practical terms, she was now answering to New York rather than to Paris.

Lucie's life would fundamentally change the day she was assigned to protect the Martial Arts World Tournament in Brazil. When Oh-One and his robots attacked the tournament, Lucie was at the front lines in trying to secure the perimeter, and save as many lives as she could. Unable to fully defeat Oh-One, she vowed to try to avenge those who died that day by bring the robot mastermind to justice. Curiously, MAVERICK seemed to be on the same page, and approved her request to tag along with a group of surviving Nomads from Rio to hunt down Oh-One. She, along with her drone companion, Asterix, traveled to the far corners of the globe to bring the robot to justice, eventually securing his Stone of Power. When the group was deciding what to do with the stone, she tried advocating for the group to entrust the stone in MAVERICK's care, but was outvoted by the rest of the group. Keeping it with Brooklyn was simply seen as a more secure due to it being under the radar.

When she returned to New York, Lucie received a serious reprimand for not coming back with the stone. Telling her boss that it was under the care of one of her friends wasn't good enough: the UN needed strict control of the stone. Something unfortunate could happen to Brooklyn, and the stone could go missing. Which, of course, both eventually did. Now told to clean up the mess she created, Lucie was sent to Gold City, to find her lost friend

The best way to describe Lucie's fighting style is that she doesn't have one. While she was trained in order to deal with Nomadic threats in combat, it never actually involved learning how to fight with ki. Like with many other recruits for MAVERICK with no prior nomad experience, it was simply easier, faster, and more effective to only train physically up to a point where the Frenchwoman can keep up with Nomads in a fight and not get completely overpowered. From there, Lucie would rely on cutting-edge technology to fight any Nomadic terrorists.

The secret resides in special ki-enfused bullets. These are specially designed rounds, which allow for bullets to more readily penetrate the innate defenses nomads have against projectiles, making them more in-line with the intended lethality to a regular person. However, ki-enfused bullets are not perfect; they can never perfectly negate the defenses of ki due to the nature of ki itself. The end result is that it can still take multiple shots to even just incapacitate a higher powered nomad.

Beyond her gun, Lucie is also equipped with an arsenal of grenades, which she keeps with her in a pouch that hangs to her side. These explosives serve various different tactical roles, and can range from mundane fragmentation grenades to highly specialized, experimental ordinance. Finally, when things truly go south, Lucie can deploy Asterix, her combat robot, to provide heavy support fire.

Take away the gun and the bombs and she is essentially powerless against any nomad-level threat. She has no ki techniques at all, projectile or otherwise. The grenades are all AoE, and can easily hurt herself if she is caught in the blast radius, so she can only use them at a reasonable distance away from her. The FAMAS is a bullet chugger, particularly if left on full-auto, and thus needs to reload often. This can be an opportunity for foes to catch in.

Lucie is still competently trained in a fist to fist fight, as per to her military training. However, she lacks the raw ki power to fight offensively with her fists against another nomad, and will most likely lose even to the weakest nomad in fistcuffs, if it came down to it

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Small, blonde, green eyed and timid Lucas is a far cry from how he was a few short years ago. Having gotten a little taller and bulked up a lot more, even his almost perpetually nervous expression has been replaced by a normally bored frown or bloodthirsty smirk in the heat of battle along with some light stubble on his chin and neck. Lucas even no longer wears the fighting outfits that were several sizes too large for him, instead wearing a pair of jeans, white sneakers and a form fitting white T-shirt. Over it he wears a olive green jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, on the back of the jacket displays a tiger clawing towards the viewer. He still wears his old handwraps but also dons a forehead covering red bandanna, a memento from his time in Japan.

Lucas, justifiably so, is confident in his own abilities by this point but his shy yet endearing personality is mostly gone. Unless it's someone he knows quite well he is very often crass and disrespectful. Sometimes it is to goad people into a fight for his own entertainment, others it is just simply because he seems to lack a filter, not mincing words to even the most threatening of opponent.

Another obvious shift in Lucas' personality is his increased blood knight tenancies. While not to the level of attacking people at random and outright disgusted at the prospect of picking a fight with those who can't defend themselves, he relishes facing strong opponents. Regardless on whether he wins or loses he will eagerly agree to a fight if the challenger interests him, however due to his increase in skill, most regular opponents do not.

In spite of what the above two traits may have you believe, Lucas is usually pretty low key, if somewhat bored during normal everyday existence. No matter his mood he usually adopts a "go with the flow" mentality on most things and doesn't see the point in pontificating on the mysteries of life and philosophical debates. What you see with Lucas is usually what you get.

Lucas Miller could, charitably, be considered the joke character among the notable people both trained fighter and not. A shy, timid, stuttering and under-confident youth effectively dragged into the Nomad lifestyle from his overbearing father "Showtime" Perry Miller. In spite of this, Lucas had something resembling potential, namely his well meaning nature granting him unlikely friendships and his untapped reserve of ki. There was another, much less obvious, aspect that Lucas had going for him. As he would later discover during the initial attack from Oh-One in Brazil, Lucas was born not as a mortal but a half-demon. His 'father' Perry was merely the latest fling of his disappeared mother. Lucas was an unknown pregnancy from his mother's meeting with a certain demon known as Rosier LeVai.

This information either awoke or broke something within Lucas. His life, while painful humiliating and often unwanted, was never complicated. He knew who he was and where he stood even if he didn't necessarily care for it. The realisation seemed to enforce to Lucas that he was more alone than previously thought, sparking several notable changes in his character. Namely that his stutter seemed to fade away and his meek but ultimately kind manner blunted and shifted to one more belligerent and even aggressive depending on the person. As the main, strong and respected heroes followed Oh-One, Lucas quietly left for Japan to train with the legendary Yokos. Finally having the desire to fight and honing his skills.

The training was torturous and seemingly endless but with each day Lucas shed bad habits and unlocked a new layer in his potential, though he kept his heritage close to his chest. His quick progress did not make him ready in time to face Oh-One in Antarctica however, he watched the mechanical monstrosity be defeated, barely, in a smoky tavern in the nearby village on TV. Silently angry at himself for not being there and the lengths his friends went to in order to vanquish the machine. His resolve did not waver however and Lucas continued to devote himself to training, though he took better care to send letters to his friends either congratulating them or wishing them a speedy recovery. Notably, he only ever sent one letter to his father Perry, merely letting him know he was doing fine and a projected time on when he'd be back.

The training seemed to both help and hinder Lucas as he boarded the plane to return to the States. On one hand he was at least more jovial, still not taking himself or anyone else all that seriously but with a far greater degree of self confidence but it coupled this with a sharp degree in arrogance and did nothing to remove his ever growing violent tendencies and thrill for a fight, nor did it aid the conflict and inner turmoil Lucas continued to feel.

Instead of returning to his home in Philadelphia, Lucas instead took the flight to Gold City where he resides currently. Paying rent and living with his friends the Breicen sisters the recently recovered Jill and Jasmine, whom Lucas has quietly had a crush on for over a year now. There were also a few... More than awkward, meetings with his biological parent Rosier and his half-brother Isabella. Lucas kept his father Perry in the loop of all this sans the fact that his biological parent lived in the same city as him but their interactions were stilted and forced. Another wedge driven between Lucas and someone close to him, for all his faults.

At present, despite his astronomical leap in strength, Lucas has pretty much been taking it easy since returning to the U.S. Keeping the apartment clean while Jill finished the last of her physical therapy and paying the rent via his job at the Tomato Convenience Store and competing in the nearby fighting tournaments where he routinely slaughters the competition. Only serving to further Lucas' spaced out and unmotivated worldview, but when news of Brooklyn Vanburen's disappearance reaches him, Lucas quite possibly finally finds a way to make up for not being there to stop Oh-One, and the possibility for him to finally cut loose.

Could be a fun ride, could totally suck. So what is he to say? Let's see how far we can take this!

Training with the Yokos, Lucas is honed in the way of the samurai and adept at a few different martial arts. In contrast to his trainer, Lucas prefers to use his fists and feet instead of a weapon, usually flipping his offence between Krav Maga, Sambo and even adopting some American pro wrestling in his grapples. As evidenced by his choice in styles, Lucas strikes are often brutal yet quick, either to debilitate foes outright or drop them on their head.

Years of being a joke and punching bag has also honed Lucas' tolerance for pain, he always had extraordinary toughness as one thing going for him even when he wasn't a very skilled fighter but now that he has combined it with strong offensive capabilities he makes for an incredibly deadly foe. Being the bastard son of a demon has enabled him to even tap into more mystical and demonic strength beyond his ki but it is not a skill he likes to use or even cultivate, meaning it only sees slight use in his style.

Lucas has grown beyond considerably in comparison to how he used to be as a fighter. He is an absolute beast in close combat and his always impressive durability has improved to enable him to take massive amounts of punishment. While he is a, self described, fighting machine, he is by no means flawless. Lucas really struggles against enemies with great mobility, particularly ones who can get airborne, while he has some options to help him out against mostly ground based enemies, he's much more lacking against flying opponents, only able to really use Written In Blue which has a chance for him to be attacked while it charges, or Face//Off which as a super, takes a lot out of him and requires the opponent be close enough for it to entrap them.

Lucas also has issues against ranged opponents. He can tank most of their offence and is fast enough to be on the move and get close but again, he doesn't have too many options to return fire short of catching them.

Lastly on the psychological side, Lucas has access to devastating abilities and has many answers for close range fighters, but some abilities, such as his parries, require a degree of focus and precision to pull off reliably, others actively play into his blood knight tendencies and make him even more chaotic in a fight. While this can be good to keep an enemy on their toes it can also trip up Lucas if his eyes are bigger than his stomach and he overshoots, locking himself off from useful techniques when he needs them until he gets his head back in the game.

■ Since returning from Japan, Lucas has been banned from Neogaf a further two times

■ In spite of his closeness with the Breicen household and his love of Shonen schlocky fighting based anime and shows, Lucas dark secret is that he's not really into the Justice Rider show all that much. But, at this point, he's pretended to be into it for so long that he's too afraid to come clean.

■ Lucas has somewhat created his own prophecy. Proclaiming that on the day he meets his greatest opponent he will let loose his headband and engage in the greatest fight the world has ever seen. Jasmine just thinks he stole this from a movie.

■ Lucas is pretty camera shy, recording him with a video camera is one of the very few instances where his stutter returns.

Voyt casts an unwelcoming and quiet figure, Voyt is trim with obvious muscle definition. His exposed arms and face carry faded but still noticeable scarring from battles won and lost. Voyt’s dirty blonde hair hangs down to his neck and is often unkempt as is his beard which is usually shaved down to a shadow but comes off patchy from carrying the odd scarring across Voyt’s jaw.

Despite his standoffish appearance and demeanour however, Voyt’s outfit is quite striking. Consisting of an old west gunslinger inspired get-up complete with a dark brown stetson hat that has a bandolier of bullets wrapped around the base. A tattered dark brown poncho that hangs off the back of Voyt’s left side like a cape, a faded blue shirt with the top two buttons undone and a dark brown and black bandanna wrapped around his neck to be pulled up and used when concealing his identity on the job. He has a protective vest over his shirt and brown thigh and leg guards over a pair of dusty black pants, accompanied of course with two holsters for his revolvers. Completing the ensemble is a pair of black cowboy boots with silver tips and rusty bronze spurs.

Voyt is a professional to an almost robotic degree, rarely holding any personal ill feelings towards his targets or even expressing much emotion in his face and voice even when, by his own admission, someone has pissed him off. All of this extends to him on the job however where he is not more beyond a machine seeking to eliminate his target and then be on his way, how he is outside of his job is... Harder to pin down. Those that "know" Voyt could probably sum him up as quiet, prickly and antisocial, often keeping to himself and displaying nothing but cold clinical indifference to both his allies and enemies. But inwardly Voyt is somewhat conflicted, knowing he can't really blame his actions on his past and at times even wondering about the possibility of things being different in another time. He is even capable of genuine altruism and kindness though hardly open about it, one of these such acts being what led to his spat with The League Of Bounty Hunters and necessitating his allying with MIRAGE.

Otherwise the only humanising trait of his known to people is his deadpan sarcastic delivery towards the insanity someone like him often encounters.

Subject Thirteen was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biological scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or even form their own PMC group via cloning and reclaim their lost status. The scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier and faster rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and twelve failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt - the initials of the four head scientists' second names - they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in. Though perhaps due to the DNA used, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles, shotguns and other Old West based weaponry. Their creation was unfeasible when attempting to create a fully grown adult, so instead they created an infant, monitoring his hastened life every step of the way to ensure he displayed the aptitude they desired until his ageing slowed when he matured, he excelled past their expectations. They fostered their subject's brutal efficiency with a myriad of drugs, shock reinforcement and live human targets. The closer, it seemed, their dream became, the more unethical their practices would become. Until, one unknown day, their subject snapped and found the will and opportunity to escape. Cutting a bloody swathe through the facility and its guards until he hunted down and killed every last scientist involved in his creation, leaving the four overseers to last. Despite his younger age, Voyt had indeed passed his creator’s desires and was far too much for their security or intellects to stop.

No one is quite sure exactly when the Gunslinger mercenary began operating, but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry, Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it endlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people using only his guns and guile, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

It has been years since Voyt began his career. Killing many who have been deserving, and many who have not. Mentally Voyt consistently feels an inward conflict in himself, he did not set out to be a killer but he also never stopped, never tried to stop himself from falling further and further down or growing beyond the purpose for which he was created. His thoughts trouble him greatly but he cannot seem to allow himself to change and external factors have only sent him drifting from place to place after a... 'heated' disagreement with the League Of Bounty Hunters. Thus, Voyt continues onwards in his tormented journey to the next big spending employer.

Into the army of MIRAGE...

Voyt is, as his look would suggest, a gunman. Theoretically he can efficiently use almost any ranged weapon put in his hands or in a pinch turn ordinary items into lethal weaponry - if it can be thrown, Voyt is dangerous with it. His most comfortable method of ranged warfare however are his pair of heavily customised black powder single action army revolvers. Imbued with his ki, these guns can fire an endless stream of bullets at the - often very durable - nomads Voyt regularly faces. Voyt is also fast, very very fast. Quick on the draw and quick on the feet, if you want to return fire or get up close and personal with Voyt it’s going to take some effort. While his ki heavily expands his incredible aim and speed, he utilises them for all manner of impossible or impractical techniques like ricochets and trick shots. Finishing out his kit are sticks of dynamite wrapped around his waist for those times you want to blow something up and a sawed off shotgun which fires shrapnel that lodges itself in a nomad’s skin since ordinary slugs won’t quite penetrate it.

Although no martial artist Voyt can fight close quarters if the need arises, but would preferably have his guns or any ranged weaponry in his hands to strike with or for explosive finishes to his combos. As an experienced hitman, Voyt can analyse an opponents styles and strategies the longer a fight goes on, it’s no scanning that the Oh series robots are capable of but assuming Voyt survives long enough and the opponent has any, Voyt will find their weak spots.

Voyt’s a competent brawler and his strikes are enough to deal with rank and file attackers but they are very ill advised against nomads. Further, while Voyt’s speed and damage output are incredibly high, if he is without a gun or even anything he can throw, his options in a fight become severely limited. Lastly, Voyt can withstand greater amounts of punishment than the average combatant but he is no powerhouse and relies on dodging rather than tanking blows more than most characters.

■ Voyt regularly keeps a journal, sometimes locking himself away for hours or even days to fill it in.

■ Voyt being possibly the least talkative member of the cast, aside from those that physically can't speak, has led to him being misidentified by clients several times as a mute. Much to his chagrin.

■ Voyt is evasive about where his desire to actively emulate old west gunslingers actually came from. Considering almost no one knows about his origins (save those that can identify his artificial nature) they just assume it's a style choice.

■ Voyt has rejected five separate interview attempts from SHINING

Cain, to put it politely, immediately resembles a corpse prepared for burial that up and walked out of the casket. Cain’s build is emaciated and his skin is borderline chalk white, along with dark bags under his eyes and long messy black hair adding to his wraithlike appearance. His face carries numerous blackened scars along with a particularly nasty gash along the left side of his mouth exposing his teeth and jaw underneath and giving him a permanent 'grimace'. These scars and markings are far more prevalent around his body which is part of the reason he often wears long coats when travelling outside.

Cain’s attire is relatively simple. Dark grey hoodie under a dark brown trenchcoat, the hood raised to cover his face when out in public. Dark grey combat fatigues and black combat boots complete with shin guards no doubt part of his old uniform in MIRAGE completing the look.

In spite of his unsettling reputation, look and abilities, Cain himself is often quiet and polite. Even bordering on friendly towards those he's close with. The real point of contention however is his tendency to act as something of judge jury and executioner in regards to any criminal, corporate or otherwise, Cain encounters during his tracking of MIRAGE. Unlike his ally Jill, Cain is unaffiliated with any group, and unlike the rest of his allies, Cain is still very much active outside of trivial things like tournaments, making him technically more of a vigilante than a Nomad. He takes pride in what he does, for better and for worse, in his mind no one who hasn't deserved it has died by his hand but when he decides someone does deserve it, it is nigh impossible to stay his hand.

The other major point of contention is his disgust for all things relating to MIRAGE, MAVERICK included. Since after Oh-One, most of his friends are trying to move on with their lives and keep their heads down, Cain technically works alone and is often the most anti-social of the group. Though he has enough loyalty to them all to come to their aid should they figure out a way to actually contact him.

In general, his revelations of himself and MIRAGE have ruined and warped many pieces of Cain's ideology. Though well meaning, he is too obsessed with avoiding "half measures" and of course with stopping MIRAGE. His former optimism, while still making him approve of benevolent actions and kindness, has shed itself. One could even make the argument that he's not really all that different from how he was while being manipulated in MIRAGE, still carrying an extreme "ends justify the means" mentality. Something not all that dissimilar to Abel...

Adam Vrbata had dedicated his life to the cause.

Coming from an, to him, unacceptably unambitious father and naive brother. He had dreamed of impacting the world for the better, of making a difference. Though not much to write home about as a fighter, his unquenchable desire for improvement and drive led him from The Army Of The Czech Republic to MAVERICK and eventually to MIRAGE once word of his pull on others and peerless mental fortitude reached Abel’s ears.

Adam was easily taken in by Abel’s spiel. Protecting the world itself from something greater than nomads had him apply himself more than ever before. Studying under Abel’s tutelage and going from a dime a dozen pointman to a trusted operative. While no nomad, Adam engrained himself as a valuable asset to MIRAGE’s goals. But to someone devoted to a cause already, an understudy equally as devoted and loyal is still only a tool.

Adam found himself heavily wounded after leading an operation that would distract forces from a raid Abel’s team would be conducting, the armed response being more than they had anticipated and managing to chip away at MIRAGE’s robotic forces. The rest of Adam’s team were wiped out, Adam himself only barely clinging to life when his body was recovered by Abel’s team to ensure he wouldn’t be taken alive for interrogation.

Abel stood over his would be protege and offered him a chance. He could guarantee no miracle, but there was a project they were experimenting with that may allow Adam to continue his service, albeit in a more direct form. Unwilling to die pointlessly, Adam agreed.

The experiment was one Abel had been testing in small doses both within MAVERICK and MIRAGE. A new type of operative that could be mass used as needed and quickly turn any soldier into a beyond equal match for a nomad. A type of phantom that could heal wounds, hit with devastating force and utilise abilities outside the realm of ki or magic. All while still being under control with Abel’s desires. It was thought Adam, if he survived, with his tireless devotion and loyalty would be the perfect first candidate. Stabilized and still holding on, Adam underwent the procedure.

And died. Violently. Whatever had been concocted that would allow his body to perform these incredible feats instead tore him apart, burning his flesh and melting through his insides. Those in charge of the project, including Abel himself, watched as their prototype turned quite literally to ash.

The project was scrapped and discarded and forgotten.

Adam Vrabata’s mundane family disappeared one day. Friends and neighbours fed clues that the thought of losing their beloved son to a rogue nomad while under MAVERICK had been too great a stress to bare that they moved far away from their home country and never looked back.

Adam Vrbata’s name was expunged from every record that carried it. No loose ends.

Yet, the project had not failed completely. What remained of Adam Vrbata within the bowels of the project facility began to restructure itself, flawed but whole, Adam Vrbata walked again. MIRAGE forces were quickly called to the scene and slaughtered by abilities promised by and foreign to the project’s original intention, every ounce of force thrown at Vrbata would destroy him only for him to reconstitute himself moments later and continue the onslaught.

Eventually, he tore right through and escaped into the horizon. Lost and confused, he could feel no cold or warmth or rain against his skin, food no longer had any taste. He still felt the agony of his injuries. Worst of all, he had been exposed repeatedly to the fact that his actions with MIRAGE were never as noble as previously thought. He found he could not justify the atrocities he had allowed to be committed as casualties of war. All he had given, and all Abel and MIRAGE had taken.

Living mostly as a vagrant in the intervening years after his change, Adam drifted from place to place merely trying to forget his own existence, however in Brazil when the mechanical monster Oh-One threatened the destruction of all life, Adam could not hold himself to his passive existence any longer. Stewing in hatred towards Abel and the injustices Adam allowed himself to commit, he took on the name Cain and aided the various nomads in tracking and stopping Oh-One. After vanquishing him, Cain was in favour of destroying the power stone somehow but was placated enough by the idea of it remaining in the hands of someone trusted as opposed to any groups such as MAVERICK.

Since then, Cain has largely had little to no contact with any of the other Nomads he fought with, mostly sticking to the shadows and searching to uncover information on MIRAGE wherever he can. As well as taking the law into his own hands as a notoriously brutal and feared vigilante. His string of murders eventually reaches Gold City, where he hears news of the sudden disappearance of Brooklyn Van Buren...

Once a soldier trained in rifles, automatic weapons and close quarters combat, Cain has long since disbanded his old skillset in favour of his new one. Cain is, in many ways, a living ghost. His body can reconstitute itself after a time from fatal injuries even from being crushed or disintegrated to nothing, though this will take longer for him to resurrect, none the less he will always come back sometime later. He is able to break his body down at will and move at blindingly fast distances to act as a teleport and faster means of travel when moving and his body can twist and disfigure itself in strange ways to deliver pummelling blows to opponents.

Cain is deadly fast and extremely hard hitting, while hardly an experienced nomad, his abilities belay that of any known form of ki usage or magic, making him difficult for unfamiliar fighters to predict and contend with. His inhuman anatomy has even enabled him to fashion his body into weapons.

Cain is very very fast and very very damaging and he cannot truly die, but he is by no means unstoppable. The majority of Cain’s special moves leave him wide open if they miss or are dodged or parried and his fighting style is extremely all or nothing and primarily suited towards singular opponents than larger groups. Further, he’s not a Nomad and gains no benefit of natural ki defense, he can withstand a lot of punishment before dying due to his wraith-like nature but his limbs and body can be torn apart as easily as any other normal human. Additionally, two of Cain’s supers kill him, both of which also fully destroy his body which can take several days before he fully restructures himself to fight again.

Mentally too, in spite of Cain's normally reserved demeanour, he can become downright bloodthirsty in a fight. It is much more pronounced if the person he is fighting is one he takes issue with morally or is related to MIRAGE, meaning though his attacks may be more damaging or downright sadistic, he is more prone to being outwitted or outplayed due to not thinking clearly.

■ Enemy and ally alike have noted Cain's stilted and often overly formal manner of speaking. While it adds to Cain's aura overall, the truth is English is not his first language and he's merely not comfortable enough speaking it to use it in a more casual manner. Not that he'll tell anybody that.

■ Despite his hatred for MIRAGE and Abel, he actually still believes in MIRAGE’s goals, or at least the ones he was told about. Though he has come to feel tremendous self-disgust for the actions he participated in in pursuit of those goals.

■ Cain’s senses are muddled. While his hearing is relatively normal, he has difficulties with smell and can no longer taste. His sight often struggles to pick up bright colours which typically defaults into some blurry form of gray. He cannot even feel differences of temperature on his 'skin' regardless of how extreme it may be.

Though Jill still stands proud, it’s clear that the battle in Antarctica had a major effect on her. She has pale, immaculate skin and clear blue eyes. After a few months in the hospital, her dye job has seen some neglect, leaving a layer of black near the roots of her long blonde hair. Though hard at work regaining it, she still doesn’t quite have her old fighting physique yet, though she still has a body befitting a model. She’s swapped fashions for something less flashy and eccentric, wearing a form-fitting pleather black motorcycle jacket over her usual white t-shirt bearing her show’s own logo, black designer jeans, and a practical pair of long black motorcycle boots. She isn’t as into wearing hats any more, but she does occasionally wear a plain black baseball cap with the SHINING logo when she feels like hiding the aforementioned roots.

In battle, she dons a shiny, tricked-out belt to henshin and become Justice Rider Blaze, sporting a beautiful silver, white and blue chestpiece, gauntlets, and greaves on top of a dark spandex-like substance designed to aid in ki flow. The helmet is vaguely similar to a motorcycle helmet, though it bears a prominent metal chin guard. The most prominent piece of the suit is the long, flowing, light blue scarf, the size of which puts any lesser superhero to shame.

She’s accompanied by a small floating drone designated P1T-5T0P (nicknamed Pit Stop), that fits into her bike and serves as her cameraman, as well as a repair crew during combat when she’s too occupied to do so herself.

Jill’s driving force is her own sense of altruism and underlying insecurity. Having internalized the ideals of her own television show growing up, she feels an innate desire to live up to those ideals, while at times questioning their legitimacy and if it is indeed possible to make them legitimate regardless. At her core, she simply wants to protect the weak and make the world a better place, and she will do those at any cost to herself.

In a more casual setting, she’s become more laid back and introspective after her fight in Antarctica, with a bit of an underlying morbid streak as she’s had to grapple with just how close she came to losing her life. In situations where she’s more passionate, however, she’s still very much a hothead, often acting without thinking and with little care for personal risk.

There is much that could be said about the Justice Riders, though they are so well-known that there is little need for introduction. Though they were formed as SHINING’s flagship franchise, their origins could not be properly conveyed without examining the family’s patriarch.

Many, many years ago, in 19XX, a clandestine terrorist organization known as SCYTHE silently wreaked havoc across the world, aiming to conquer it via forced modification of mankind by means of cybernetics, mutation, and the occult. A would-be hero, Ryuji Raiden, stood against them, using his own modifications made from SCYTHE’s very own technology against them.

As his quest and a sudden whirlwind romance took him across Japan, word began to spread of his exploits and legendary charisma. He was quick to capitalize on this, using funds gained from serialized tales of his journey to fund a worldwide crusade against his sworn enemy. He traveled from country to country, and continued to play the superhero role long after SCYTHE was wiped out, eventually becoming a strange, novel mix between celebrity and hero. Having started a family and obtained a remarkable fortune, he continued to ride his fame until his final days, at which point he had a secret to reveal.

Ryuji Raiden has slept around. A lot. Perhaps it wasn’t as big of a surprise as he would like to think, but the point was that he had dozens of children scattered across the globe, each specified an equal portion of his inheritance. They decided to continue the example followed by their father, forming the hero organization SHINING, as well as teaming up to form the iconic Justice Riders, a group of superheroes who use vibrant suits and custom vehicles to keep the peace across the world, documenting (and merchandising) their various fights and adventures along the way. The franchise has been immensely popular for decades, enjoyed all over the world by fans of all ages.

Jill Breicen is one of the newest additions to the legacy, having grown up under a wealthy upbringing in the American south alongside her younger sister. Having been inspired by her father’s own exploits as a Rider, she trained since her youth to be one herself, and she proved extremely popular and charismatic upon her official debut as Justice Rider Blaze, and her fame only grew once she became heavily involved in the fight against Oh-One after the initial attack, fighting every step of the way, and was eventually joined by Justice Rider Sombra.

Things took a drastic turn in the final battle in Antarctica. Though she fought hard against the machine, she was eventually forced to take her suit’s transformation to the next level. She became a terrifying beast that fused flesh and machine into one terrifyingly powerful behemoth, and promptly took charge in the fight, grounding Oh-One and tearing him limb from limb. As she tore out the robot’s innards and watched the last spark of activity fade from his chassis, she found herself unable to maintain the transformation for any longer, and fell into a deep coma on the brink of death.

Jill managed to hold on for three months before she finally awoke in Gold City, her show having been put on hiatus. She then dedicated herself to rigorous physical therapy and retraining, having only recently been cleared to fight once more.

In addition to Jill’s own well-honed fighting instincts as a Nomad, she’s also well-trained in the Justice Rider’s trademark fighting style, featuring dozens of iconic punches, kicks, and grapples that all look great on a poster. She’s also supplemented by the occasional weapon from her arsenal; her bike’s right handle can be detached to reveal a whip, the EX-Coil, while the left handle can be taken off and turned into a sword, the EX-Saber. The bike itself even has weapon configurations of its own. Her ki talents are rather simplistic, mostly revolving around creating barriers out of pure light that she can use to both defend herself as well as create ramps and platforms. Her most powerful weapon, however, is something else entirely.

Enter Jill’s unique “Trailblazer” style and her custom Rider vehicle; Cloud Nine. Weighing 621 pounds and boasting an extremely powerful three-way hybrid engine that can run on gasoline, electricity, and ki, this absolute monster of a vehicle requires a special kind of Nomad to even drive, let alone use in combat. The Trailblazer style revolves around this, using the machine’s ample supplies of mass and velocity to charge forwards and demolish whatever happens to be in her path at the moment, whether that be through elaborate powerslides, jumps, and wheelies, or simply charging towards an opponent at high speeds, using both her ki talents and the bike’s bulk to shrug off attacks and ram them off the road. The EX-Coil is used in conjunction with Jill’s own strength to both grab opponents, and to attach to the bike itself and fling it around like an oversized morning star. She can use her ki powers to create ramps and platforms to bring the bike into the air or even across walls. If she’s feeling particularly impatient, she can even simply grab hold of the handle and swing the vehicle around like an oversized club. Very unrefined as a martial art, but nothing to scoff at when every attack almost literally hits like a truck.

Both styles are further enhanced by a function of her belt, the Blaze Driver, known as the EX-System. Designed to both regulate the user’s ki and draw upon further reserves than what the body is capable of, it can store it in up to six specialized cells, which can be used to enhance moves with fire or electricity, as well fuel unique special attacks, referred to as EX-Attacks.

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Using a Power Stone, Jill links it into the EX-System, allowing it to take on the brunt of the stress created by EXTREME Form. The abilities granted by that form actually change very little, though it removes much of the physical and mental strain on Jill and Pit Stop, rendering it far more safe to use than normal. The normal time limit is still in effect, however, and the EX-System needs a minute to cool off between uses before it can be activated again.

Jill can deliver some righteous beatdowns, but she needs breathing room to pull it off. EX Attacks can be devastating, but if an attack doesn’t require EX-Cells to function, it’s likely to require it to get the most out of the move or even for it to be useful in the first place. Persistent opponents that can prevent her from charging will practically cripple her. Despite having many attacks that work at range, she can’t take advantage of the safety that range gives her: She’s all about charging in and using that momentum to keep the attacks coming.

In addition, Jill relies heavily on her bike and the equipment and techniques it grants to be truly effective in battle. She has a lot more trouble excelling in battle if she’s ever separated from it.

Much of Jill’s equipment is of her own design, including Pit Stop.

Jasmine tends more towards all-black, punk aesthetics, sporting a crop top t-shirt, very short cutoff jeans over ripped leggings, spiked bracelets, and steel-toed boots. Her skin is slightly paler than her sister’s, and she keeps one side of her jet-black hair short, the other side combed over and hanging down to her neck. Her clear blue eyes are framed by a pair of simple black glasses. She has a relatively thin build with little muscle mass, reflecting an utter lack of training, though she’s got curves where it counts. A plump, mysterious black bat-like creature can always be seen somewhere nearby, with a grin and cackle that suggest that it maybe isn’t a bat.

In combat, she transforms into something between a witch and a magical girl, with a jet black dress, thigh high boots, the classic witch hat and a golden staff with a glowing heart at the tip. The outfit has since been altered, however; the skirt, hat, and leggings have been deliberately torn, and she’s added some of her spiked bracelets in the outfit in an attempt to maintain her own individuality.

Jasmine is, by default, standoffish, abrasive, and insulting, usually expecting hostility from others and preferring to respond in kind. It’s usually more of a coping method than anything else, and when caught in a better mood, or around those she trusts, she’s surprisingly communicative and down to earth.

In a fight, she tends to get very into it, and raise her voice. It’s more like venting, and she can find it to be more cathartic than she lets on.

Jasmine Breicen’s life was, until recently, very boring. She didn’t really know she was Jasmine yet, and was brought up as the younger brother of her far more impressive sibling, Jill. While Jill was, from an early age, interested in both the family legacy and a variety of STEM fields, Jasmine was… not. And it wasn’t that her family resented her or anything. Jill would just show off some crazy new Ki technique or something like that and Jasmine would simply have nothing to show in return. She was never going to match that, so she never tried, and seeing her sister get all that praise still made her feel like she could never be good enough.

Besides, these Nomads, this culture they dominated… There was something wrong with them. She didn’t want to be one, anyways.

So she largely stopped trying to please, content to just go through the motions until college and her family’s wealth spat her out somewhere good. She made a few attempts to establish herself, mostly artistically, but it was never something that ever really went anywhere.

It was only when she realized she was Jasmine that her life took a drastic change.

Her mom was a witch, she made no secret of that. Her grandmother was a witch. And her grandmother’s mother was a witch. Jasmine’s mom made it seem like her side of the family were witches from birth, and Jill clearly wasn’t a witch, so why, when she came out on her eighteenth birthday, was there a demon chewing her out over trying to skirt the contract?

Well, it turned out that the bloodline pact wasn’t dissolved so much as it was severely altered. Her mother found quite a few legal loopholes in the contract, apparently. Most of it was rewritten; namely, the pact now got passed down to the second-born daughter instead of the first. And no one except Beelzebub was too bothered over that, since as far as they knew, there was no second-born daughter. Until then. Luckily, Jasmine got off easy, and as per conditions, she was allowed a single request from Beelzebub to christen their bond. She asked for a new body, and she got one.

Her life got turned upside-down after then. Her attempt at a college education was quickly foiled when she learned that she had to tend to every one of her patron’s ridiculous missions and requests. So she dropped out and went home. And then her sister got involved in chasing some robot around the world. She almost saw her die in the middle of Antarctica on live TV. That was… Something. It was really something. But it was nothing good.

Jasmine left for Gold City, both to watch over her sister during her recovery, and because Beelzebub had taken a particular interest in the Stones of Power...

Jasmine never learned how to fight hand to hand. Instead, she uses the dark arts, relying on her uncanny agility and the raw power gained through her pact with Beelzebub to come out on top.

Her magic is nothing complex, but it's extremely powerful. Her true specialty lies in aerial combat: In the air, her spells have a drastically reduced prep time at the cost of being only slightly weaker. However, she can only use an aerial spell once before she hits the ground. She prefers to fight in the air, using her strange mix of offense and mobility to hit hard while zipping around the battlefield.

While Jasmine’s ground spells pack a punch, they take long enough to prepare that they frankly leave her wide open. She also possesses next to no melee training or ability in general. As an aerial fighter, she relies heavily on open space and a lack of anti air moves keeping her grounded. While Beelzebub does a good job of covering for Jasmine’s lack of skill, he can only go so far.

Unlike the rest of her family, Jasmine is an absolutely terrible actor. SHINING’s plans for an anime starring her have since shifted to replace her with an alternate voice actor.

At six feet and three inches, Isabella has an intimidating yet beautiful aura, showing few signs of aging. He has olive-toned skin and a near-permanent frown, but the first thing one will likely notice about him is his massive, full head of unkempt yet luxurious, snow white hair that stretches down to his knees.

When transformed, he slightly increases in size while donning armor resembling a cross between typical Justice Rider garb and the armor of an ancient dark knight, covered in plate with a glowing blue visor shining behind a slitted metal faceplate. His helmet features a prominent set of horn-like protrusions, and features an opening in the back from which his hair spills out.

While he has the outward appearance of the strong, silent type, Isabella is a rather socially awkward person, and has difficulty with interacting with others. He is unsure of how to forge and maintain connections and refrains from speaking when he has nothing to say.

Under the surface, he struggles with depression and his own sense of self-worth, leading to a variety of self-destructive tendencies both in and out of fights.

Born from the union of a human and a demon, Isabella grew up raised by his demonic parent. Their financial status was… inconsistent, and Isabella had to help make ends meet. Growing into a passionate young man with a growing sense of frustration, he was eventually approached by SHADER, a secret organization bent on creating a utopian society through cybernetics, genetic modification, and the occult. He accepted their request to join them, and after thorough testing, he was bonded with the demon Leviathan and gifted the Infernal Gear, a cursed device that allowed him to utilize the full power of his demonic blood.

A firm believer in SHADER’s ideals, he became a highly valued operative that eventually came into conflict with the then newly-formed Justice Riders. He fought the original team of five many times, though after being defeated and convinced of the righteous nature of SHINING’s goals, he officially joined the team as the sixth Justice Rider: Justice Rider Sombra. After defeating SHADER, he remained an effective and popular member of both the Justice Riders and SHINING, a popular trait being his cold, silent attitude, though he retained a major rebellious streak with a particular dislike of the direction the organization was taking.

Now, he lacks much of his former influence. Still an effective combatant, he often works in the shadows, doing the work SHINING would rather not have broadcasted. Though whether he truly remains loyal to the organization is a mystery.

More recently, he joined Justice Rider Blaze in the fight against Oh-One, assigned as backup and an occasional mentor, as well as to make sure the younger Rider stayed on script. He has since followed her to Gold City after the incident, overseeing Jill’s recovery and sending reports back to SHINING.

As a Nomad, Isabella never pulls his punches. He uses his own take on the Justice Rider style, focused on blunt, powerful strikes to vital areas. He’ll do whatever he can to end the fight and end it fast. In addition, he is still possessed by Leviathan, who uses his hair as a medium to tear through the enemy.

By loading bullets formed from his own dark ki into the Infernal Gear and pulling the trigger, he can transform into an armored demonic form that allows him to reach his true potential. Armed with a morphing Axe/Sword combo, Tritone, he can execute opponents with a variety of brutal techniques supplemented by dark magic.

Though intimidating, Isabella’s greatest weakness is a lack of range and mobility. He excels at an unflinching advance, but opponents who can manage to keep away regardless will have him at a major disadvantage. In the few situations where he can be summarily outmatched in a straight-up brawl, he also lacks the mobility or versatility to come up with a decent response.

Rosie’s form shifts and changes regularly, often shifting slightly to appear more appealing to whoever they are currently speaking to, but there are a few constants. Their skin is toned an ambiguous shade of bronze, and they have deep purple eyes contoured with expertly-applied makeup, though one of their eyes is perpetually covered by their head of thick, well-kept brown hair that goes down past their hips. They typically wear tight, dark gray pants, an understated gray coat, black gloves, and a stylish black beret. No matter how they appear, they always seem to radiate a quiet aura of otherworldly beauty.

Despite their status and history in the grand cosmic order, Rosie is a mellow, unambitious person. They have little attachment to worldly desires and would generally prefer to pursue their passion. Still, they have an exceeding capacity for empathy and emotional intelligence, and become the most invested when concerned with the wellbeing of those they care about.

In battle, they share the same detached demeanor, though they let their playful side show. They often take a particular interest in seeing what their opponent can do, not for the sake of expertly studying and countering their movements, but for the sheer fun of experiencing what they’re capable of.

A very, very long time ago, Rosier was an angel. They like to say that they were a pretty important one, too. When they’re asked about why they aren’t one anymore, their answer often changes. Sometimes they say that they were a little too zealous. Sometimes they answer that they simply got bored, or that being a perfect embodiment of light and good was too stressful.

Regardless, they were a demon from that point on, a creature of lust and temptation. They enjoyed their job for the most part, though for whatever reason, they sometimes felt like their heart just wasn't in it. It was only around the mid-19XX’s when they really began to realize their true calling: Art. There was something that struck them about Earth’s natural beauty. It wasn’t eternally perfect like in their first home, nor was it eternally tarnished like in their second. It was varied, fleeting, and somewhere in between the two extremes. It was something they felt deserved to be captured.

They began to travel across the world, painting whatever they found to be worth painting, and making a quick buck selling whatever they thought was worth sharing. While it was something of an odd set of decades for the devil, it was very much fulfilling, and they never stopped travelling regardless of what friends or foes they made along the way, though they often settled for the occasional bit of mercenary work or similar odd jobs.

That is, until they fell in love with a particularly infamous hero.

And had a child.

Parenting was certainly a strange new experience for Rosie, especially since the father never stuck around. Nevertheless, they loved their son Isabella in a way they had never loved anything or anyone before, and they shifted their efforts towards parenting until he was old enough to leave the nest. Well, perhaps he went through a lot after he left it, but… it was a complicated situation. One that Rosie was never quite sure how to navigate.

Afterwards, Rosie returned to their artistic endeavors, up until they got involved in the quest for the Stone of Power. They were a strictly neutral party, often changing sides depending on whoever was offering the biggest paycheck at the time. In the end, they fought to defeat Oh-One in the final battle, walking away with a decent paycheck. They took a well-earned vacation in Gold City afterwards, partially to relax, and partially to keep an eye on their son.

Rosie’s fighting style is typically as smooth and fluid as they are themselves; they can stay light on their feet with swaying dodges and graceful swings of the knife in one moment, only for their opponent to find themselves with a heel on their throat or that knife in their back the next. It’s all about finesse and well-applied force, switching from serenity to brutality whenever the opportunity presents itself. They typically use their palette knife (actually the sealed form of their greatsword, Rembrandt), coated in shadow magic to turn it into a proper blade. Though if a bit more range and power is needed, they’re perfectly comfortable using the same magic to turn their boots into literal stiletto heels, putting their fantastic legs to work with a variety of kicks.

At range, using their paintbrush, they can leave ink in midair that can be used to make what they paint reality. With much room for creativity and stylistic flair, it’s their preferred method of fighting by a long shot.

When they get motivated, they’ll typically unseal the magics binding their immortal being, returning both themself and their greatsword to their true shadowy forms as they brush off their fast and brutal demonic fighting style.

As an ancient being, Rosie is well-trained in being able to sense all varieties of ki and magical energy.

Rosie fights only decently at close range and excels at longer ranges, but falters at medium ranges where Cross Section is the only attack with the lack of setup time they need to be effective. Anyone with the luxury of fighting comfortably in that range can shut down Rosie’s ability to fight back if they can keep up with their attempts to move out of it. In demon form, the same concept applies to long-range combat while they cover their mid-range weaknesses.

All of their paintbrush attacks are based on their own perception. If their vision is impaired, they become useless even if “aimed” correctly.

Though they are immortal, Rosie needs strength to maintain their physical form, and it can be dispersed if they take enough of a beating. At least, until they can gather enough power to remake it. Though decent, their endurance is nothing special, and they are especially vulnerable to holy and light-based attacks.

Rosie rarely takes fights seriously; being immortal, they rarely find stakes even in what others might consider a life or death battle. By the time they do start taking it seriously, the opponent may already have the upper hand.

At first glance, one sees a mysterious figure, around 6’7”, clad from head to toe in fancy-looking white powered armor outfitted with various strange weapons, looking down an assault rifle through a glowing blue visor, with a glowing ankh present on the left shoulder. She is often mistakenly described as a robot, though that would only be half-true.

Under that layer of armor lies… another layer of armor. Black and grey platemail layer together to create an imposing stature, complete with a glowing magic tower shield and spear. She has no helmet for this layer of armor, revealing a brown face with stern yet strangely beautiful features, her eyes and eyebrows marked by kohl, her right eye in particular being marked with the Wadjet symbol. Strange glowing green lines can be seen at the base of her neck that trail down underneath the collar of her armor.

And under that lies her true self. A featureless, stone, vaguely humanoid and almost ethereal-looking body that would look quite strong… if it weren’t weathered and covered in cracks. Green magical energies leak out across her body from these imperfections, though the six-pointed emblem on her chest seems to be deliberately made. A protrusion on her right arm can be used to project a glowing green blade of magic, while winglike structures on her back project an ethereal green, fiery light.

Though weary with age, Seshat remains proud and steadfast in her quest to protect humanity. She always believes herself to be in the right and looks down on those who would try to argue with her methods and her vast wisdom, especially if they happen to be mortal. Unfortunately, this can come across as unbearably stubborn, to the point that even those who share her goals tend to find her insufferable.

She does have a softer side, though it’s rarely seen by others. She actually tends to become rather bored when there isn’t anything going on that demands her attention, and makes an effort to keep up with relatively newer forms of entertainment when she can.

In ancient times, there was a legendary warrior who wandered the Mediterranean world, who triumphed over any who dared to challenge him. No one was sure whether this was due to his own skill or the enchanted sword he wielded, and this remained a mystery when he finally met his fate and the sword was shattered into forty-two pieces. They were eventually recovered by the court sorcerers of an Egyptian pharaoh, and each piece was used to create a warrior to serve him.

Seshat was one of these warriors; a creature formed from earth and magic. Though the specifics of her creation were lost with the Library of Alexandria, it was clear that Seshat and her brothers and sisters were an even greater force than the weapon they were made from. They fought to defend and expand the pharaoh’s reign, and did so excellently until his death. It was only a matter of time her brother Horus suggested that they take the pharaoh's place, and expand their domain even further. After all, they were almost godlike; far stronger than any feeble human could ever hope to be. Who better to stand above them and maintain Ma’at? Though most of Seshat’s brothers and sisters agreed with this plan, Seshat was vocal in her opposition. She was joined only by her sisters Mafdet and Isis, who shared her more level-headed approach.

Debate raged on until it was clear that they would tolerate mere words no longer. Horus challenged Seshat and her allies to stand against their siblings through battle.

And so she did. Through some mix of strategy, skill, and miraculous luck, the three had managed to triumph over thirteen times their number. It had not been without cost: Mafdet had lost her life, and Seshat’s core had been knocked from her body amidst the maelstrom of melee and magic, and had been lost in the flow of the Nile. With her own life fading as well, Isis concocted a plan to save her sister, giving Seshat her core before she succumbed to her wounds. In but a single night, the forty-two had been reduced to one.

Out of some mix of shame and sorrow, Seshat felt that she could not continue to serve Egypt any further. Seshat gathered the cores of her comrades and melded them with her own, with the exception of the one piece she had lost. She began to travel the world, searching for artifacts of immense power, similar to the one that had created her, and began to either destroy them or seal them away if the former was not an option, as well as opposing those who would threaten the world’s balance, especially if it involved said artifacts.

While a century meant nothing to Seshat, millennia of travel and battle began to leave their effect on her, perhaps an effect of the loss of her original core, perhaps an imperfection in her own creation or perhaps something else entirely. It did not matter to her: As her body grew frail and aged, she supplemented it with armor and weapons to protect it, for she would keep fighting no matter what.

Her exploits had continued to the present day, including an attempt to stop the attack on Cairo. While she had little interest in how she was perceived, she still knew one thing for sure. The balance of Ma’at was being threatened, and she would make sure that it shall remain undisturbed.

Seshat became heavily invested in the fight against Oh-One, regarding the stones as a matter of utmost importance. She only occasionally consorted with other groups in the struggle, however, though she fought with all her might in the final battle. Afterwards, she travelled to Gold City, making sure to keep a close eye on the stone.

Seshat was never formally trained under any formal fighting style. Instead, she fights using a variety of weapons and armor sets with skills that she has accumulated and refined through fighting and studying worldwide over thousands of years, with the odd magic spell thrown in here and there.

To offset her fragility, Seshat uses two layers of armor that she has collected over the years. Instead the armor simply dampening blows, it has been supplemented by her own sealing magic that negates the damage to Seshat herself entirely, transferring that stress into the armor plating itself, until it eventually melts into a series of hieroglyphs on Seshat’s body for a few hours until that magical stress is properly vented. On all layers of armor, she will use her body’s boosters for an extra bit of speed, though she can only really be considered “fast” once the armor is gone.

The third, outer layer is comprised of the weapons and armor plating of various robots, most prominently a high-tech assault rifle, which she uses in conjunction with a few other scavenged pieces of equipment to keep foes at bay at longer ranges.

The second layer of armor could be considered cutting edge and ahead of its time… About a thousand years ago when it was forged, give or take a century or two. Wielding this set of platemail alongside a mighty tower shield and a long spear, Seshat becomes more aggressive, blocking and shunting aside blows with her shield and thrusting deftly with her spear, augmented by the odd shield bash and a couple of magical spells.

Seshat’s final layer is her true form, and with it she fights with strength, speed, and raw magical power echoing the era of the height of her power. Gaining the ability to fly and teleport, Seshat fights both with beauty and desperation reminiscent of a cornered animal, using her arm-mounted laser blade of ki and magical energies. With no armor to protect her aged body, she is beyond fragile in this form.

Seshat can sense ki as well as magical energies, and the visor of her power suit can allow her to see heat signatures as long as it’s active.

Seshat’s moves are specialized enough to do well in certain situations, but the layers of armor they are tied to are far less durable than a Nomad who made these their focus would be, even if that durability adds up. If her current moveset has an advantage, then she’ll need to fight well to maintain it.

On the third layer, while she can fight defensively at longer ranges, her damage output is lacking. Her melee skills are also lacking while she’s holding her rifle, and she is very susceptible to throws. Her mobility is also abysmal, leaving it easy for faster foes to get into her vulnerable range.

On the second layer, she fares better offensively, but she has no way of fighting opponents at long ranges. Her slower style lends her best to poking away at mid range along with the occasional charge. Her shield bashes are powerful at very close ranges, but they’re rather sluggish.

On the final layer, Seshat is at her fastest and most powerful, with skills suited to fighting opponents up close and personal, but she is also at her weakest; an almost literal glass cannon not much more durable than a regular human. Under all that armor lies the most fragile nomad of all.

Seshat can progress through her layers of armor at her own pace, but she has no way of getting them back in the middle of battle. If she misjudges her opponent, she may have screwed herself out of an advantage.

At first glance, Daren appears to be a normal, if a bit eccentric person; Standing at 6"4', weighing roughly 180 lbs, and with an incredibly pale face that sports an unchanging dumb smirk. He has constantly-tired eyes, despite his perpetual jovial expression, with a head of messy, bluish green hair. Most of his body is covered in a choice of a butcher's apron and a large, doctor's jacket, going to lengths to cover the rest of his body with a tall boots and long socks, as well as two varying gloves on his hands, his right one being a thin, needled one and the left one being a thick, greenish one.

Yet underneath his outfit, Daren's body becomes much more unsettling; His entire body is a sickish gray, covered in all manner of welts, burn-marks, and stitches, almost mixing and matching pieces of various size together into a single body. Even his attire gets stranger the longer one examines it, carrying around tools in pouches more befitting a butcher, including a giant metal cleaver almost as long as he is tall. His "face" as most people see it is actually a plain white mask, that covers his face. Even stranger, his left glove isn't a glove at all, but his own prosthetic hand, with wires barely attaching it functionally.

Detached -- Daren's... Not always 'there' in the head. He often fumbles with words and hardly expresses emotion beyond his friendly laid-back attitude. He even maintains this aura even in tense situations, being able to kill without blinking and even trying to strike up friendly conversations with opponents.

Diligent -- At the same time, Daren maintains a professional work ethic and dedication. In nearly any other career, this would be commendable, but in his case of being a murderer and monster butcher, it comes off as dissonant and disturbing, treating dives into monster guts and dismembering people as just the daily grind with enthusiasm.

Talkative -- Daren can't keep his mouth shut, literally and figuratively. Even when not talking with his opponents and in complete isolation, Daren mumbles and hums to himself.

Daren was originally a member of a family of traveling monster-hunters, who made a life out of seeking out the deadliest game the world had to offer for the best trophies; From urban myths to ancient legends, they lined the walls of their mobile home with the mementos from all sorts of beasts, cryptids, and even stranger quarry.

Well-- His family, had. Poor Daren was shafted with making the trophies; Every one of his family's triumphs meant a gruesome, thankless autopsy for him to pull off, never fully receiving the full huntsman training he was promised every time he asked.

One night, when he was 22, his family was on a trip to South America, hunting down a jungle beast that had been terrorizing several towns for months. While the rest of his family was off hunting the creature, it attacked their RV where he had been hanging behind. The creature nearly tore the shelter to shreds, as Daren tried to desperately fend it off, already accepting his demise. The beast managed to tear at his throat with it's claws, and had what was left of it in grip of it's teeth... Suddenly, the beast was killed by a flurry of knives striking it along several points in it's back, thrown by a strange woman he hadn't recognized; She wasn't part of the hunting party, but was someone else altogether.

Just as she saved his life, she made it abundantly clear that Daren had two options:

1) Die

2) Work for her

Just before he lost consciousness, he managed a nod; Good enough for her, he presumed, since when he woke up he was in a hospital of sorts, having his otherwise-mortal wounds healed, his throat covered by a sort of artificial-skin layer.

The woman revealed her name, Ivory, and that her group -- Horizon Frontiers -- had been hunting the beast, and several others, for a different reason than his family's own glory-hounding; However, they recognized they had existing skills with monster dissection, the very same reason she had saved his life. And thus, Daren became an operative for Horizon Frontiers, not only being given a more dignified output for his skills in butchery, but also being given the chance to live as the monster-hunter he always wanted to be.

Horizon's primary reason for hunting down monsters and mythics was to harness the abilities of their physiology; Through research, they've deducted means of biologically grafting various organs and segments of living beings onto others, granting them some degree of their specific abilities; In the case of the jungle-beast that nearly killed him, it's own heart gave Daren inhuman endurance that allowed him to survive an otherwise crippling bloodloss. Since then, he's been the first eager guinea pig for several other grafting procedures, giving him a questionable degree of humanity -- Both physically, as he's taken on the aspects of several different creatures to both increase his power and repair his damaged body, as well as in spirit, given that he's become progressively untroubled by the idea of extending his butchery to that of other Nomads...

Daren's fighting style is pretty straightforward, being easy to predict and while possessing raw killing power, has little versatility. His Cleaver's also pretty bulky and slow, leaving him possibly exposed if he fails to land an attack he's invested in. He's especially vulnerable against ranged opponents, given his lack of defensive measures or mobility.

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Ulric stands at 5 feet and eleven inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty-two pounds. His skin is pretty heavily disfigured, being covered in boils and scars from overuse of his own self-experimentation, which has also contributed to the whitening of his hair along with his own age. He still carries some strength, however, still giving him a definite muscled frame.

Ulric wears a white doctor's jacket, along with several pieces of black supportive armor. He covers the lower-half of his face below his nose with a thick wrap of bandages. He also carries a myriad of different supportive equipment, including glowing green detection goggles and various devices and gadgets attached to his jacket.

GROUCHY: Ulric doesn't mesh well with other people, and even towards his colleagues can come across as brash and unpleasant.

OBSESSIVE: Ulric has little patience for disorder or annoyance, preferring everything to be neat and organized. Seeing something out of place or uneven greatly aggravates him, even to the point of causing him to lash out.

OBSERVANT: Ulric has an eye for detail and makes careful notes of his surroundings, always staying on guard and watching out for anything of importance.

Ulric Dotair was once a well-spoken name in the scientific community, dedicating his life to studying the human body and unlocking it's hidden potential. By the age of 30, he made countless breakthroughs and earned several awards, devising several means of enhancing one's strength.

As Ulric reached past the tip of preestablished knowledge, his passion refused to cool, prompting him to push even further into untreaded ground. Every success prompted him to only try harder, until he began to explore more obscure chemicals and unorthodox means for improving human strength that were considered unsettling. He began to develop work on his magnum opus chemical; One that when used on an ordinary human, could excite their Ki and accelerate their growth to meet a standard that normally took years of training to reach.

With the progression of time, Ulric became increasingly determined in seeing his creation reach fruition. His methods became increasingly dangerous and volatile, causing his support and funding to gradually decline. Regardless, he pushed onward with his creation, until he was practically limited to a small basement lab with no hands but his own. Stripped of resources and equipment to safely test his serum, he elected to use it on himself. Upon injection, he felt a massive surge of energy and strength rush through his body. However, it was soon followed by a pang of agony, which caused him to quickly black out.

When he woke up, he was in a facility run by Horizon Frontiers, greeted by a strange woman named Ivory, the true conductor of Horizon Frontiers. It was revealed to Ulric that, while his serum was indeed effective, it was extremely caustic against Ulric's otherwise average body, severely damaging his health and cutting down his lifespan by several decades. However, while the downside of such a serum was fatal to anyone not as lucky as Ulric, she saw the merit in such an invention, as well as Ulric's ambition. He was given a position as one of Horizon Frontiers' lead scientists, obtaining the means necessary to not only mass produce his first serum, but continue research to an even more potent formula.

While Ulric was never much of a fighter before taking his serum and joining Horizon, the sheer potency of it had uplifted him, an otherwise ordinary scientist, into a Warrior capable of rivaling most Nomads, albeit at a great cost to his health. He primarily fights with an arsenal of tools at his disposal, exploiting the human anatomy to critically cripple an opponent.

The serum that Ulric ingested took a crippling toll on his overall vitality, due to spiking his Ki far too unnaturally as opposed to gradual cultivation most warriors opt for. Use of his strongest abilities not only requires effort and is tiring, but will even deal physical damage to him as his Ki strains his body, possibly even incapacitating or killing him.

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Arianna is extremely short, standing at 4"9', to the point that she occasionally gets mistaken as being younger than she really is. She has messy black hair she never cares to arrange, and tired blue eyes clearly lacking any proper rest schedule.

She almost pathologically wears the same token equipment, the Huginn-Module, which is a dark-blue colored jacket with a cyan-colored stripe running up it. It comes with a long-beaked bird mask with glowing-blue eyes, which when not active Arianna usually pushes up atop her head. Underneath, she usually wears a white t-shirt and shorts, with a belt of various technological gizmos wrapped around her waist, with a pair of shoes that match the jacket's pattern. The sleeves of the jacket are able to extend to extremely large, also ejecting a pair of sharp talons.

Anxious - Arianna is extremely timid and anxious, being quick to buckle under pressure for anything from a sensitive mission that needs to be done to a badly botched conversation. She much prefers her own company or that of her drones than that of strangers, or even her close allies.

Quick-Thinking - At the same time, Arianna has shown herself to have a knack for thinking quickly, creating solutions on the fly and solving problems with multiple moving parts. Part of her survivability thus far is thanks to her observational skill, being able to quickly identify an opponent's weakness and take the initiative to exploit it.

Hard-Working - Similarly to her other Horizon colleagues, Arianna has a bit of an issue with obsession with her technology. Much of her free time is spent upgrading and maintaining the Huginn-Module or her fleet of drones; She's even worked herself into a frenzy before and fell asleep right at the workbench (On one occasion nearly causing a devastating accident).

Franklin Legose was a great private inventor, having created dozens of different stealth and reconnaissance technology throughout his life. However, his accomplishment in innovation turned to horror when he discovered that several of his inventions, originally intended for wildlife observation and forensics, were eventually repurposed by various military and mercenary groups as tools of espionage and war once they left his hands. Seeing how his own ambitions had been warped so far beyond his intent disgusted him from the idea of contributing any more potential devices of war, and so he retreated from the world into isolation with his family.

At first, he had his concerns of his daughter, Arianna, reacting poorly to the change of moving into near-total isolation from the rest of the world, but he had found she had a curiosity in the various animals in the wilderness around their home. Seeking to encourage such an interest, he decided to build one last project for her-- The Huginn-Module. Completing the device, she was then able to observe the world up close and personal while remaining distant from it.

One day though, she found several other armed men patrolling the forest, as if they were searching for her. Using the Huginn-Module to evade them, she immediately returned home-- Only to find a smoking pile of wood instead, her home burnt to the ground. Fiddling through it’s remains, she found no trace of her father or who destroyed her home, But knew that it was because of the Huginn-Module that they came, and thanks to it that she escaped.

For several days after, she wandered through the wilderness. Then, she encountered (or rather, was encountered by) a strange woman whose features she could not identify. Despite the Huginn-Module being active and concealing her, she saw straight through it and to Arianna, offering her a place with a group known as Horizon Frontiers. Though initially wary because of her own father’s distrust with lending his technology elsewhere, the woman assured her that, if Arianna had accepted, she would do more than enough good for humanity to repair her father’s own previous burdens. And so she accepted, becoming Horizon Frontiers’ top recon operative. Though she’s become increasingly aware and jaded to Horizon Frontiers’ true operations, every revelation only convinces her to double down in her efforts, in the hope that her father’s ultimate contribution to the world will be a positive one.

Arianna's fighting style is one suited best for the exact opposite of it's purpose, fighting. She's not Horizon Frontiers' ideal fighter, instead being their espionage expert. But, if push comes to shove, she's been trained and augmented the Huginn-Module to be able to hold her own, at the very least until she can escape, analyzing and predicting an opponent's moves while moving quickly and landing weak yet precise blows at them.

Arianna isn't even suited for combat; She lacks any real physical strength or endurance, instead keeping safe distance between her and the opponent. She's also highly dependent on the Huginn-Module, just to barely-match most other fighters, becoming functionally defenseless if either she's caught without it or it becomes damaged

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Apinya is a bit of a rough specimen, preferring to keep her hair uncombed and her fashion plain. Although shorter than the average nomad, Apinya hardly feels like this matters. Although most of her fellow Thai nomads go around bare-chested or with sport bras, she sports a plain singlet most of the time.

One of her striking features are the tattoos she has engraved on both her arms, a striking mix of reds of all shades. When Ki energy flows through her, her tattoos glow with an iridescent light! Apinya can also be seen spotting a sweet-smelling frangipani in her hair, occasionally.

Apinya was born in a region with a tumultuous relationship with Nomads. While Ki warriors were once commonplace in ancient times, decades of colonial suppression and later government paranoia pushed Nomads to the fringes of society in the region. In countries like Vietnam, Ki usage is tied strictly to the armed forces, the concept of independent nomads remaining illegal to this day. Singapore outright prohibits all Ki usage; out of sight, out of mind. But while all the nations have Nomads in the fringes, Thailand remains a peculiar outlier. While technically strictly controlled, Ki suppression is hardly enforced. In fact, so long as Nomads do not engage in explicitly anti-government activities, the Thai government is simply too swamped or too uncaring to really meddle with Nomads.

As such, Apinya was born in a nation with a rich Nomadic culture (by the region's standards), with other Southeast Asian nomads moving over to pursue their arts unfettered by agencies and laws. While most do not engage in public battles in the middle of Bangkok, out of fear of accidently forcing the police to do something for once, many engage in fighting rings held in dark basements or at the edges of the countryside.

Born in a village far from the capital, Apinya was daughter to a local Nomad, famed for engaging in friendly tournaments with neighbouring villages. Apinya was enamored with her mother's feats as a kid, although her dotting father was worried about her daughter getting such a dangerous world. Her mother's reply was always a variation of the same phrase;

"If you didn't want her to be a nomad, why did you marry me then?"

While Apinya happily learnt how to harness her Ki in-between harvesting rice and learning how to cook, her family began to fall on increasingly hard times. Rent became higher and their rice had to compete in a crowded market. Her father became worried that they would not be able to afford a higher education for her. Apinya worried if her family would even be able to afford basic things if this kept up.

When Apinya was getting clobbered in a dingry, dark ring, in a basement in the heart of Bangkok, she felt pissed. She hated losing. But at least getting paid to get clobbered made it slightly worth it, and even though she was paid a pittance, she felt that even the paltry sums she was mailing home made it worth it. Apinya spent 2 years in Bangkok, living in a crowded tenement and eating awful food that made her miss home. It was necessary though, putting aside just a little each month so she could eventually afford her prize.

A one-way flight to Gold City.

Now *that's* where she'll make it big. Once she sends back a bag full of prize money back home from the States, it'll all be worth it.

Apinya practices Muay Thai, a very common martial art practiced by Thai Nomads. She frequently uses her elbows, shins and knees to fight off her opponents. She lacks the raw power that other Thai nomads possess, so she uses speed and dodging to try and evade attacks while getting quick strikes in. Unfortunately for her, her attacks lack much weight behind them, so she'll eventually lose the battle of attrition. One good slam tends to send her sprawling to the floor.

While she has been able to harness her Ki, so far she is unable to harness them in a way that really elevates her style. Sure, they make her quicker and light on her feet, but not much else. When her opponents can sometimes throw balls of pure Ki energy at her, what can she really do?

For many nomads, they may carry distinct weaknesses, but at least that comes with a developed, deeply personal style. Years of experience too. This is where Apinya lags behind, a newcomer to the world of nomads. Her style differs little from regular Muay Thai, and she wouldn't even be the best at the regular marital art. Add in her underdeveloped usage of Ki, and you have a fresh Nomad who's not very good at being a Nomad.

Her own attitude doesn't help, thinking that she is destined to never really be a true champion, that she'll mostly scrape at doing the best she can and work with what she's got. This unfortunately serves as a self-fulfilling cycle.

Did you know that Apinya is the latest in a long line of legendary badass Thai warriors?

Of course not, because that last line was complete nonsense. In fact, the art of being a Nomad only started with her mum. If she wants to make a name for herself, she'll have to earn it the hard way.

Art was drawn by me.