Ghost Binding, First Slot



Ghost Binding, Second Slot



(Locked) Ghost Binding, Third Slot

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Goal:Discover what her role was in this mafia gang that colors her darkest recovered memories. She also wants to ensure the safety of D and A, no matter what. She feels incredibly loyal to them despite only knowing them a short time. If this means following the dark commands of the Umbra Corp, so be it.

Personality: She's quite a serious, straight-forward girl. Initially she can come off as cold, but those who can see past the chilly exterior can easily see that she cares a lot about those she's loyal to. She is a bit ruthless, able to stomach a terrible decision in order to save those around her or forward her own goals.

History: Waking up in a cold cryotube, VV remembered nothing of her past life. She only knew she was in a strange, warring place, with bodies of soldiers strewn about.

She woke with others who were the same as her, dressed the same as her, and had the same serial number designations as her. Fellow test subjects. And, despite trying to escape their predicament, VV was hit with blow after blow. Three of her fellow test subjects lost their lives, and the remainder including herself were captured and experimented on.

During these trying times, she recovered a few of her memories. But the only truth of herself she could garner was that she had fallen in with a really, really messed up mafia. She had tried to resist them, but from her memories it appeared that didn't work. They even forced her to kill a person.

Left with more questions than answers, VV now travels with her group to the city of Ehlm in an attempt to kill the Wild King.

Inventory: Umbra Corp outfitted her in a slick dark skin suit, Abyssal Energy rebreather face mask, a shoulder travel pack filled with ration bars, bottles of water, and first aid kits with spray-on salves.

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Description: Vin had a tough life, constantly scraping by to live another day. He felt into gang life, and quickly rose in the ranks. He became so proficient at his job due to his cunning and ruthlessness, that even the boss began to fear his unpredictableness.

It was around this time that Vin took some of the men he worked with and ditched his old gang, forming his own called the Bears. Named after a rare and powerful beast not often seen in the Dust, him and the Bears began taking names. They cut out hearts from weaker Wilds, doing trades with Umbra Corp. Umbra Corp began hiring them as bounty hunters, sent to track down specific targets like Ghost Corp officials. However, they lead by their desires, and aren't opposed to going against Umbra Corp for quick gains.

The Bears are outfitted with abyssal energy pistols and daggers. Vin himself has an abyssal energy rifle, and he's quite the good shot.

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Description: The leader of the Ghost Corp, who gives most commands and enacts the will of the Gilded Circle. Every strategic attack on Umbra Corp's supply chains and military bases within Dust was called by General Solen.

The general has a slight obsession with the Wilds, and tries to reduce the number of Ghost Corp attacks on the Wilds. Instead, he has asked their supplier to restock their raw material of Wild hearts through the Lawless. The general has even gone as far as to include some friendlier Wilds into their ranks.

Some Lawless have tried stealing from and harassing the Ghost Corp units, but General Solen is quick to extinguish these outbursts, often using lethal measures to drive the message home that Ghost Corp is not to be messed with.

He's a no-nonsense general, with a laser-like focus and hunger for victory. He is cold to mostly everyone except the few within his ranks that have earned his favour.

Will ‘o Wisp



Path to Heaven

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Description: Cercyes is one of many Shepherds of the Dead, which act similar to the Benefactor's Angels of the Dead written in the holy texts. Cercyes is tasked with ushering souls of passed on Wilds and amalgamations to the afterlife.

He coaxes out the soul of a Wild who has met an untimely end of having their heart ripped out, or succumbing to sickness. He then escorts that soul to Heaven, or Hell, if necessary.

He doesn't get much involved with the politics of the factions. At least, that's what he’d like to tell himself. But there's a sickness overtaking the Dust and the tear in the sky. The truth, he’s sure, will come out sooner or later.

Abilities(No Abyssal Connection)

Goal: Peace. Val has endured 31 years of anger-filled hell, watching dozens of people die pointless deaths trying to make their lives better. He's killed just as many protecting what he needs to survive and hunted what many might consider the most dangerous type of predator to grace the Dust. If he had his way, he'd end his days sitting in a comfortable chair on a porch deck somewhere, with a glass of scotch in one hand and a decent book in the other. There are days when he wonders just how many people he'll have to kill to see that happen though.

Personality: Life in the Dust makes a hard outer shell nearly a requirement for living. Val is no exception in this regard. He can be curt, with an almost military edge to his tone and body language that puts most people off on a first impression. When he warms up to others, he has been known to crack jokes and show a surprising light heartedness. Even this is just another mask, one to hide the pain of his own life for fear others might sense it as a weakness.

History: Val was born the seventh child of a Lawless rent-a-woman and a father he had never known, nor could anyone have likely guessed. His mother named him Izaac, a relic from a time before the Perishing Event or so he had been told, and his last name was taken from the establishment in which his mother worked, "Valentine's Oasis". Raised along with a small army of other children who's parents were in a similar profession he spent every day trying to outwit or outfight others to ensure he had enough to survive. He witnessed death firsthand at age six, when a brawl among some of the older teenagers went too far.

Life can be a struggle even at the best of times, and for the Lawless, it hadn't been the best of times since the Perishing. As Val grew older, he watched the other children taken away on a nearly weekly basis. Some would stay to work at the Oasis, paying off whatever debts their "parents" had supposedly accrued to the owner. Others were sold or traded to other Lawless, more often than not dying within a year out in the uncaring harshness of the Dust. When he was sold to a Bounty Hunter to clear some price on the Oasis's owners head, Val felt certain he was condemned to the latter category.

His new "uncle" was a bitter man, though no more so than hundreds of others roaming the Dust. The training regimen was nearly impossible, the beatings when he failed at tasks would leave scars on his flesh, and the fear of being abandoned and left to die nearly maddening. Each day, he would wake with pain radiating from nearly every piece of him, but each day he also woke just a bit stronger. A bit faster. A bit smarter.

At age fourteen, his first kill was some petty criminal, wanted for a crime Val can't even remember. His second kill was his "uncle", the very next day.

Since then, he has continued to improve his skills, sharpening them to the keen edge needed to survive in a world of monsters. A few more scars have been added to his collection, but in the private moments before he drifts off to sleep during some nights, he still wonders why the world has to be the way it is.

Inventory:((not really sure how in depth to go))
Improvised Body Armor
Basic Trauma Kit - Bandages, needle and thread, a small flask of boiled clean water
Backpack containing a small tent, three books, cleaning and maintenance kits for weapons and armor, flint and tinder
Three small, concealed knives
Combat knife

Abyssal Energy Handgun with spare power battery.
Long Rifle, scoped.

Mimicky



Dark-Vision



(Locked) Passive Camouflage



Goal:
Survive. Mimi just wants to live, they want to help any human they come across that doesn’t show any threat to them.

Personality:
Unlike most Wilds, Mimi feeds on the positive rather than the negative. They’re quiet for the most part, but they can be calm and kind to those who won’t harm them. They’re rather stoic unless a weapon is pointed at them and they become a bit more frantic.
They’re curious towards humans, always wanting to learn more about them; Human technology both stuns them and scares them, they want to learn more but they don’t want to be used.

History:
Mimi doesn’t remember hatching. All they knew, for a very long time, was the Pack-Mind of other Raptor-like beasts. When it was noticed that Mimi didn’t feed on the negative like the rest of the Pack, they were kicked out into the wilds and the Dust on their own.

Which is where Mimi found out about humans. Fascinating little creatures; resilient, aggressive, stubborn. Mimi followed different groups of humans for many years, watching some of them pass and others move on; they made sure to keep the humans they have been following safe, they’ve had to go up against their own ex-pack members in order to keep some humans safe.

Mimi has had run-ins with the Umbra Corp, narrowly escaping a few times without them capturing them or using them as an experiment.
Currently Mimi is still stalking the Dust for more humans to protect and befriend, often stopping by camps to try and ‘communicate’ with the humans.

Inventory:
N/A

Soul Call



Form Change



(Locked) Plant Control



Goal:
Protection. He wants to protect himself, the Spirit within him wants to protect itself, the Wendigo wants to protect the Spectral Woods and the King of the Wild; which often causes internal conflict between Wren and the Spirit.

Personality:
Wren is kind, he’s happy to help almost immediately if someone asks for it. He’s also anxious and can often come off as skittish. He’s a protective sort of person, and can come across as fatherly.
The Spirit, however, is Stubborn, aggressive and, funnily enough, Possessive. They want Wren all to themselves to keep the Spectral Woods safe, and will often cause problems for Wren to cause him suffering so they can gain more control.

History:
Wren is a run-away from The Umbra Corp, they were going to use him as a soldier before he was possessed by The Spirit; and then he was going to be used as a test subject and a weapon of their own. He went through some bad testing in the Umbra Corp, and then promptly managed to escape when they allowed him freedom in the Dust.

He was picked up by the Ghost Corps, but kept at arm's length to start with, due to what he was. Especially because the experiments also caused him to have small, twisted antlers from his head in normal form anyway.
He doesn’t remember much before his time at the Umbra Corp, but he remembers having someone to care for, either a child or a younger sibling, but he’s… Unsure where they have gone.

Inventory:
Hand Gun
Two Small Battle Knives
Maps of different places in the Dust
‘Good luck’ Charm - Bird Skull necklace
Burnt photo; It’s a photo of him and someone else, but the someone else is completely burnt off.

#1 Hemorrhage



#2 Blood Sense



(Locked) #3 Blood Puppetry

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Goal: A’s primary goal is to regain control over her life and protect her fellow test subjects. She is determined to uncover the truth behind their imprisonment and experimentation, and to seek justice for the wrongs done to them. Ultimately, she aims to dismantle the organization that has manipulated and violated them, ensuring that no one else suffers the same fate.

Additionally, A is driven by a personal quest to recover her lost memories. She hopes that by piecing together her past, she can understand the full extent of her abilities and the reasons behind her selection as a test subject. This journey of self-discovery is crucial for her to find closure and reclaim her identity.

Personality: A is resilient and resourceful, with an unyielding determination to overcome any obstacle. Despite the trauma and suffering she has endured, she remains fiercely protective of her friends and allies. Her past experiences have made her wary and distrustful of authority figures, but they have also instilled in her a deep sense of empathy for those who are oppressed or mistreated.

A is driven by a strong moral compass and a desire for justice, often putting herself at risk to help others. She struggles with the temptation to give in to the darkness within her, but her resolve to fight for a better future keeps her grounded. Her cautious and strategic nature often puts her at odds with those who prefer more direct or ruthless methods, but she remains steadfast in her beliefs.

A’s quest to recover her lost memories adds a layer of vulnerability to her otherwise strong exterior. She is haunted by the fragments of her past, which fuel her determination to uncover the truth and reclaim her identity. This journey of self-discovery is crucial for her to find closure and to understand the full extent of her abilities.

History: A woke with others who were the same as her, fellow test subjects. During her time at the facility with them, she recovered a few of her memories. She remembered being mercilessly bullied as a child, with tormentors often resorting to physical violence. One harrowing memory involved being shoved into a wall, resulting in a severe nosebleed and a broken nose. Another memory was of a car accident as a teenager, causing the death of her best friend. She vividly remembered the blood pooling on the asphalt and the feeling of helplessness as she watched her friend succumb to their injuries.

Left with more questions than answers, A now travels with the remaining members of this group to the city of Ehlm in an attempt to kill the Wild King.

Inventory: Umbra Corp Skin Suit: A sleek, dark suit designed for agility and protection.

Hematic Rebreather Mask: A specialized piece of equipment designed to enhance A’s blood-bending abilities while providing essential respiratory support.

Utility Belt: Equipped with various tools, including a small knife, lockpicks, and a compact flashlight.

Medical Kit: Contains first aid supplies, including bandages, antiseptic wipes, and a few vials of blood coagulant for emergency use.

Ration Bars and Water Bottles: Essential for sustenance during long missions.

Communication Device: A compact, encrypted radio for secure communication with her team.

Notebook and Pen: For jotting down observations, plans, and any recovered memories.

Draconic Scales



Infernal Blood



(Locked) The Void Stares Back



Goal:
To destroy Umbra Corp and help the Wild King gain more territory.
Understand the humans and their unending strife.

Personality:
Mercy only wants to feed. More grounds means more to feed upon. There is little else that he is bothered with.
He takes some interest in how humans fight amongst themselves, as well as with his own kind, but those that catch his interest are often only rewarded by a gruesome end, rent by his claws and crushed in his massive jaws. He feeds on both the negative emotions and the bodies of humans.

History:
Mercy has no memories of others like himself, though he was not always as large as he is now. He grew large in the City of Ehlm, for those that dared to enter and pick its fruits were almost always full of fear. One day, he eventually grew big enough to try killing one, and though he nearly died on account of the strange, ingenious weapons they had, he won and he devoured the human. It was a taste he would never forget, and from then on, he became one of the more aggressive Wilds, feeding on all that he could.

It was odd, how many of them seemed to ask for mercy, before death, and before long, he decided that it was equivalent to what the humans called names.

There is a spark of curiosity growing within the great beast, however, about his prey. But it is one that he is reluctant to entertain. After all, playing with one's food is a waste of time.

Inventory:
N/A

Goal: To bring down Umbra Corporation entirely. No innocents. No survivors.

Personality: She will do whatever it takes to get things done. She has already done worse.

History:

"It's okay. It's okay. I love you. I'm right here. I love you so much. You're everything, you know that. I'll be here the whole time. And when we're done, you're going to be so strong."

Ivy grew up on the streets. She never knew her father, but that wasn't too unusual. She helped out, where she could. The first few years were all right, really. It wasn't a good life, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She was eight when her little sister was born, and that was when things changed.

Her mother hadn't wanted another baby, and didn't want anything to do with her - she didn't even name the little girl. Ivy took over raising her, not knowing what else to do, and her mother turned to drugs and drinking. She was always kind to her oldest child, the one she had wanted. The younger, not so much.

Still, she did what she could. Mostly, she did what was asked of her, because how could she not? She remembered who her mother had been, when times had been good. If she was good enough, responsible enough, obedient enough, maybe those times would come back. It wasn't the baby's fault. Ivy couldn't help but love her. She called her Lily, because she ought to be called something.

As she got older, Ivy started looking for a way out. She wanted to help people, and make the world a better place so that people didn't have to grow up in poverty. Abyssal technology had so much potential, and Ivy thought that if she could work on that, she might be able to find ways to improve life for everyone. She studied as much as she could, and at the age of 20, she accepted a position with Umbra Corporation.

She brought her little sister with her, thinking that Lily had suffered enough.

Umbra Corporation had other ideas about that.

After her sister's death five years later, Ivy left Umbra Corporation and joined the Ghost Resistance with the singular goal of using what she has learned to bring down Umbra, once and for all.

She is primarily an Abyssal Engineer, focusing on Abyssal Technology and making it work, as well as repairing old systems and developing new ones. She is capable of using most of the systems she designs, but prefers to let others do the fighting unless absolutely necessary. The Resistance doesn't have nearly as much technology as Umbra did, but Ivy is willing to do what she needs to.

Inventory:

Athame Tuner - A specialized blade, used specifically for attuning the Abyssal energies within technological devices and binding those energies into new devices.

Abyssal Capacitors - A pair of bracers worn on Ivy's forearms, they are capable of drawing in and storing Abyssal energies. Ivy can discharge them directionally at will in an energy burst. Usually she discharges them into the technology she is working on, but in a pinch she can offload Abyssal energy directly into an opponent, with generally horrifying results.

Arcana Abyss



Holy Water



(Locked) Corvid Eye

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Goal: The current goal is to continue his life with indifference. Bastian is done caring, but he's also done fighting- For any side. He just wants to live and let live in whatever shattered reality has been left behind.

Personality: He's quiet, but that's mostly out of not wanting the frustration of dealing with others. But he can be rather bubbly, under certain happier circumstances.

History: It's been a little over two decades since Bastian lost his little brother, Maddox, to an Umbra attack in his neighborhood. At first he was considerably angry and decided to fight Umbra by joining up with Ghost Corp forces. But over the years, he's grown weary of Ghost's bullshit too.

So, figuring he'd had just about enough, Bastian turned to religion one night after slipping away from a Ghost base he'd been stationed at. He'd heard the stories and desperately wanted to believe them. But the stories about the Benefactor turned out to be just a thing priests used as a tool to control the population... or at least, that's what he believes now.

So now, Bastian feels he's seen and been through enough. He just wants a break from it all. Now considers himself a truly Lawless individual, even among the Lawless.

Inventory:

-Small ornate dagger
-66 unused divination cards
-1 half emptied flask of Holy Water

Shapechange



Ghost Form



???



Goal:

Mad.

Monster.

Enigmatic.

These are words that Changer of Forms has carried proudly. She is a shark in the sea of sand, the sublime desert of the real. She is a predator, yes, but a creature who believes herself to be fated to help the weak humans. To guide them towards strength. To awaken the dreamers from their endless slumber.

Or so this current iteration of Changer holds.

Changer of Forms seeks pain. Changer of Forms seeks suffering. Not out of cruelty. Certainly not out of malice. She seeks to subtly push those around her. She aims to nudge them onwards. And she aspire to push them forwards into danger. All for change. All to help others change. For in changing them she changes herself...and the cycle continues.

Personality:

Changer of Forms...is a thousand forms, a thousand faces, and a thousand personalities. She is whoever she wants to be. She is whoever other people want her to be. She is whoever...whatever she needs to be

When madness beckons. When the heavy crown of ascendancy threatens, Changer simply discards her skin, reforms her soul, and becomes someone new. A new self, a different self, less burdened by corruption, not yet drunk on blood.

She hates no one. Least of all the humans. She views the poor wretched humans with a fondness unexpected of a Wild. She shines in their company. She relishes in the entertainment they provide her. She marvels at their stubbornness, their unwillingness to die. She studies them. She teaches them. She learns from them. Becoming one of them, she tastes the countless flavors of reality.

Changer feeds. Like all Wilds she feeds off of the emotions of the humans. Pain is delicious. Suffering divine. But it is change, change that Changer worships. And change that she believes in.

Changer of Forms wears many masks. She takes many shapes. She adopts many names. She creates many memories. She creates many histories. And she creates many lives. These simulacra never conceal the truth. They are the truth. The truth that there is none.

Changer of Forms is certain of this. She believes it even as she destroys that which she creates. She does not weep for her lost selves. They are the price she gladly pays. Her lives are to be spent, but spent wisely and well. Guided by signs and symbols, she seeks new stories, to memorize, to experience, and to show her the threads of reality.

History:

Changer of Forms recalls years upon years. Long decades and time beyond that of the short-lived humans. At least she did. However, change demanded otherwise. The needs of the many outweighed any of her own reluctance. Her self had to be shattered. Her soul had to be changed. Old memories would not do. The past had to be abandoned.

All that she was, all that she had been, was a relic. A mere vessel. She had only to let go. A new world awaited. A world teaming with new life. Creatures that needed her. Enlightenment beckoned.

The East whispered of mystery to her, so she set her feet to the road of the new. That night, bathing in the moonlight of new existence, she saw smoke in the West. She dreamed of burning temples and a gallows song on the wind.

Somewhere, sometime, she left herself clues to follow. She fuzzily remembers, uncertain whether such thoughts were once her own or simply remembrances, stories, she created for her current persona.

She is Changer. She has been Changer for some time. Changer is the kind traveler, Teresa, an unaligned idealist. A mousey young woman, a doctor with dreams of good, hiding beneath layers of azure fabric and a mask of gold.

Inventory:
Mask - The work of some long dead craftsman, Changer wears an Abyssal Energy powered mask that filters the air she breathers in. Although in truth, as a Wild, Changer has no need for any such protections.

Wasteland Traveler's Clothes - Changer wears a set of traveling clothes well-suited for traveling the inhospitable Dust. Dyed a bright blue, her clothes are lined with a golden trim and symbols, that mark Changer as a doctor of sorts or what remains of the once proud field of medicine. Her set of clothes, consists of boots, wool breeches, a sturdy belt, a shirt with a matching vest, and a strong jacket with a hood that covers her head, obscuring most of her features.

Revolver - Keen to avoid violence in her current role and wishing to appear discerning in her tastes, Changer carries an antique firearm with an esoteric design, a pleasant number chambered in .454 Casull that Teresa seems to easily wield despite her modest size.

Backpack - Changer keeps a backpack stocked with a bedroll, mess kit, tinder box, small miscellaneous items needed for the aspiring traveler.

Medical Kit - Within a waterproof plastic case, Teresa carries the medical tools and equipment necessary to provide immediate medical treatment.