Appearing as an inhuman mountain of steel, wire, and other parts is the perfect machine himself. Oh-One, even from a distance, is not a human despite his humanoid shape. It might be the wires, the red lights, or the steel comprising his body. The machine is 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, highlighting his inhumanity even further - he has no face; therefore, he cannot emote. 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 silver metal and are dotted with glowing red lights.

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 desires any). It is his grand goal to see the total.

Desires Emotion: Oh-One is deprived of genuine 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 feel authentic. 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 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 his notes, seeking to evolve himself to be the perfect thing on the planet.

However, if it weren't for the Pariah, he would have remained trapped in Gerard's computer until the end. 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. After an argument about MIRAGE, the Pariah killed Gerard, and either by mistake or in a desperate bid to get revenge on the Pariah, Gerard released all of the One-Hundreds. Oh-One... who immediately went out into the internet and sought out to create a body. He found a robotics factory in Japan where he secretly built himself a body and quickly broke out and upgraded himself using technology found all over the world.

Oh-One was going to achieve the one thing that he desired the most... Human emotion. In his eyes, that was perfection, and his brethren in the One-Hundred Series had what he was missing. So he hunted them all and subsumed their data but could not feel. During his rampage, he decided that humanity needed perfection... and to this end, he created a base of operations in Antarctica where he built something and a massive robotic army. He aimed to collect the Power Stone, the only one in play and the only one he needed for his plans.

Oh-One tracked one stone to Brazil, where, coincidentally, his folly, Oh-Seven, was. He chose to sneak in, extract the stone, and escape, but that didn't go as planned.

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, removed from emotion and physical sensation. Now, to go on about his physical capabilities, Oh-One created a body he calls "perfect." One that's powerful in almost every situation and incredibly strong and durable enough to outclass even the strongest Nomad. However, Oh-One is guarded by a passive glowing red field around himself known as his Primal Armor. With his Primal Armor, he reduces the damage he takes by a large margin but will reduce its effectiveness over time until it's all gone and he needs to recharge it. 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. He also has missiles, drones, an electric gun, etc., that he created by examining different systems and reverse engineering them to make them better than the original.

Oh-One has very few weaknesses - primarily, he's a huge and heavy opponent that is easier for Nomads to hit. While he has a booster, it's more of a mobility option than a speed option, and he's very slow, so dodging isn't much of an option for him - to compensate, he's very tanky. Each of his superattacks has a drawback that leaves him unable to do a certain thing for some time.

t first glance, one sees a mysterious figure, around 6’7”, clad from head to toe in sleek, 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, her helmet stylized in such a shape to resemble an Egyptian jackal. She is often mistakenly described as a robot, though that would only be half-true.

Underneath her armor lies her true form. A brown face with stern yet beautiful features. Her eyes and eyebrows are always marked with kohl, her right eye bearing a prominent wadjet symbol. Her body is made from various compositions of magically infused stone and clay, weathered with time and covered with small cracks that overflow with massive amounts of ki, glowing green due to the magic infused into it. Winglike protrusions fold from her back, projecting ethereal, fiery light to aid her movement.

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 encountered less often. She has an insatiable appetite for most forms of collected thought and artistic expression, with a particular penchant for philosophy and music. 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.

Little is known about Seshat, and what is known is not consensually agreed to be true. Across the world and across time, there are many records of a mysterious and powerful warrior mage described in such a way that it seems they could be referring to a single figure, but such things become obscured by the ages.

In truth, Seshat’s creation stretches back to the days of Ancient Egypt, and her origins stretch back further still. She, and her siblings, were magical constructs, formed from the earth and fragments from an ancient artifact; a magical blade wielded by an extraordinarily powerful Mediterranean Nomad, and built as an elite military force. Though the details of this process were lost with the Library of Alexandria, it was clear that they were an even greater force than the artifact they were made from. So great, that they easily outlasted the ruling pharaoh. Debate eventually broke out amongst these near godlike beings as they questioned whether they were destined to serve or rule. This eventually led to an all-out battle.

Seshat was, in the end, the only one left standing. She felt she could not serve her country anymore, and left on a journey to find her own path. She learned many things in her travels, and found resolve in her new goal to protect humanity as a whole. But just as often, she saw grave threats to her cause; dangerous weapons in the hands of power-hungry warlords, arcane, soul-warping knowledge sought by vain scholars who could not comprehend the threat it posed. Dragons, demons, and things stranger still sought to subjugate and pervert the destiny of man. She sought to end these threats, destroying what she could outright and sealing away that which she could not. All the while, she studied the art of battle, learning from those who caught her interest and adding new skills to her repertoire.

While a century meant nothing to Seshat, millennia of travel and battle began to leave their effect on her, perhaps an effect of the wounds she incurred in the battle between her siblings, 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. 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.

While she has shown up in Brazil, she has no interest in competing in the Fighting Carnival. Instead, she cares solely about the Stone, and any who would try to use it for nefarious ends.

Despite Seshat’s aging body, she could on her own still be considered a powerhouse among Nomads. Her wings allow her to fly at high speeds and change direction unpredictably, while her sheer physical strength is deadly even without projecting a ki blade. Her magic allows her to fire a deluge of projectiles and even teleport with reckless abandon.

The only problem? She is incredibly frail. A single attack from most Nomads would be all it takes to wound or even kill her outright. Thankfully, Seshat has adapted.

While the ancient warrior can use combat magic effectively, and possesses some of the strongest divination and sealing magics in the world, her trademark magic trick is the ability to “record” objects, so innately and thoroughly that she can summon copies of them in battle. This includes a variety of weapons from all across history and the world, as well as her main suit of battle armor, originally handcrafted in 19XX and designed to aid in both defense and efficient suppression and recycling of her excess ki. She is exceedingly talented in the creation, use and application of almost every weapon ever devised, having spent her entire life traveling, fighting, training, and studying the art of combat from every perspective on Earth.

The magic that manifests her equipment enforces its existence in an all-or-nothing fashion. Individual pieces can’t be damaged or broken. Even armor-piercing attacks that would otherwise break through it fail to do so, simply damaging the enchantment more than otherwise. Once sufficiently damaged, the entire suit disappears. In layman’s terms, the suit serves as her primary health bar.

While she has a few special techniques, she more closely relies on her arsenal. She can summon each weapon in an instant and release it from existence just as fast, but she can only do so once per battle, requiring a separate, more lengthy ritual to rejuvenate her repertoire. She can wield up to two weapons at once, and can keep two more summoned weapons holstered on her legs, chest, or back. Her armor weighs her down somewhat, preventing her from flying, teleporting, or using her arm blade, but still allowing for graceful leaps, dashes, and wall jumps.

Seshat’s greatest strength lies in her versatility, but that comes at the cost of her longevity. Her vast arsenal is, at the end of the day, limited. Weapons degrade with use and ammunition is spent in kind. She can swap between weapons rapidly to create mixups and combos, but only at the cost of prematurely destroying those she discards. Her equipment can only be recovered through a lengthy ritual of around half an hour, leaving her especially disadvantaged by prolonged series of engagements. Without her weapons and armor, she’s technically vastly more effective, but she’s so frail that she would almost always rather flee.

Her thieving habits and expertise in making weapons have earned her the ire and intrigue of most of the world’s major factions. She considers it to be an inconvenient badge of honor.

At first glance, Daren has a haunting appearance. His skin is ghostly pale and covered in scars, stitches, and blemishes. His eyes are small and black, practically without any pupils. He stands at a towering 6’4”, easily looming over any other opponent in the room, though his body is lanky and seems to lack much muscle mass. His teeth are thick, white tombstones that are constantly on display in a small, easy-going grin. His black hair is likely the most normal part of his appearance. Most of his body is covered in a choice of a butcher's apron and a large, doctor's jacket, as well as wearing tall rubber boots and thick gloves. His wardrobe is almost always covered in stains and visceral fluids. Iconic to his image is a massive, oversized cleaver he carries around with him, which despite his thin frame he can easily lug over his shoulder or carry on his back.

Despite his ghastly looks, Daren is unfailingly polite, amicable, and easygoing. He never lets the heat get to his head, even when in the middle of butchering someone to ribbons or having suffered severe trauma. Much of his word choice is “Minnesota Nice”, failing to use any confrontational dialogue and generally speaking fairly, without any intense words. He also tends to use a lot of uncertainty in his dialogue (“i guess”, “kinda”, “probably”), avoiding directly stating any preference. To his own few allies he takes extra effort to ensure their wellbeing and to maintain communication.

That’s not to say, however, that Daren is not without his morbid side; He has absolutely no qualms whatsoever engaging with gore or intense violence. Despite his polite surface, he’ll still follow any orders given to him by higher ups in Horizon, and loves fighting, especially against strong opponents. He also has a powerful killing intent that he is able to subliminate perfectly with his kind demeanor.

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 taxidermy 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 off his arm 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 severed arm reattached.

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 incredibly basic, yet rightfully so. Daren is monumentally strong and tough, able to defeat far more skilled opponents with little more than brute force and basic techniques. His weapon of choice is a massive Cleaver, almost larger than his own colossal body, with enough weight and sharpness to treat any sort of armor or defense as tissue paper.

Outside of combat, he has an expert proficiency with anatomy and physical trauma, including humans, animals, and even more obscure creatures such as mythics and cryptids. While he could potentially put this knowledge towards positive medical help, he more often utilizes it for autopsies and dissections. He’s also surprisingly worldly about different cultures.

Daren is lacking in the departments of both speed and range. Faster opponents are able to completely run circles around him, and combatants that can reliably fight at long distances are his natural enemy. He also lacks any refined or special technique, relying on brute force through most encounters.

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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.

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.

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Arianna barely has any training for actual combat beyond self-defense. As such she's a very unlikely fighter, relying mostly on a fleet of drones which is expendable and quick to be destroyed. Her most common strategy is to harass and overwhelm the opponent then escape as quickly as possible.

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