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[b][code]B A S I C  I N F O[/code][/b][hr]
[b][code][Name][/code][/b] [code][Selen̍e͊][/code]
[b][code][Callsign][/code][/b] [code]Selene[/code]
[b][code][Gender][/code][/b] [code]F[/code]
[b][code][Age][/code][/b] [code]Early 20s[/code]
[b][code][Rank and Designation][/code][/b] [code]Main-Class Constellation[/code]
[b][code][Place of Birth][/code][/b] [code]Luna-1[/code]
[b][code][Official Statement][/code][/b] [color=8882be]"I like to think we'll get along."[/color]
[center][color=#2E2C2C]T̥̘̬̪̼ͣ̒ͭḪĬ̘̳͙S̱̻̮̼ͯ̀ͥ͒̚ ͩ̌ͩỈ̌̍̉ͬS̗̘̯̼ͬ̍ ͮͨNO̯̮͎̞̐ͩͣT ͛͛M͙͓̹̗̋ͯͩͦ̾Ÿ̰́ͮ̅ ̏̌ͥF̰̯̱̼͉͂͊̇Ă͉͙͎͈ͪͤC̀ͨ̽E̩̻̬̫[/color][/center][b][code]C O M B A T  A B I L I T Y[/code][/b][hr]
[b][code][Anti-Barrier Sword][/code][/b] [code]#29 "Pleiades"[/code]
[b][code][Anti-Barrier Quotient][/code][/b] [code]70% (10% per fragment)[/code]

[b][code][Physical Description][/code][/b] 
[i][code]An ancient greatsword with a chipped and broken blade, too brittle for true combat. Once wielded by the legendary Constellation known as [C͌͛͂a͊llist̘̘͊̚ȯ], its obsidian edge never promised salvation, but meted doom in abundance.[/code][/i]

[b][code][Attributes][/code][/b]
[i][code]In its prime, Pleiades would engulf itself in ghostly AB energy. Now shattered, its fragments still thrum with power, which when channeled can manifest minor projections of its former glory. While the blade itself may be useless, each of the seven fragments can form its own copy at the cost of a diminished AB ratio.[/code][/i]
[hr][b][code][Anomaly][/code][/b] [code]Nebulae[/code]
[b][code][Origin][/code][/b] [code]Space [Ca͉ͮ̀͒̎ͤͅl͊l̗̒i͚̳̜͊sto Unit̿yͬ][/code]

[b][code][Phenomena][/code][/b]
[i][code][Sele͊n̑̏ͩ̔̆e͊]’s anomaly presents as expected: psychokinetic force mimicking the nascent strength of the Unity’s [fo̭̤r͓̥̈́êb̮̼̠e̙̹a̚r̯̜̭͍͊̊͆̓]. In reality, it manifests not as a direct telekinetic power, but rather as a multitude of long, invisible limbs. Able to fluctuate at will along the spectrum of intangibility, these hands can simulate the effects of psychokinetic phenomena, from simple pushes and pulls, to complex, dexterous maneuvers. Individually they display modest strength, but working in [un͚͈̗̦î̝̞̺͈̋̔s̪̲͕̳on] their impact can be much more devastating. Most often, [S̥̺̦̲͆ė̫̱̮̥ͅlene] utilizes her anomaly to wield her many AB sword projections at once.[/code][/i]

[b][code][Limitation][/code][/b]
[i][code]Nebulae suffers from some predictable psychokinetic drawbacks. The mental and physical cost of her Anomaly increases with the number of ethereal limbs summoned, and this makes her more prone to rapid fatigue and exhaustion. However, at the same time it also presents its own unique challenges.

Firstly, while the limbs generally follow [Selḛ͆̐ͫne]’s will, they have also been shown to act independently, as if [r̞̖̩̾̉ͭ̃e̹̣̤̙ͫm̠e͋m̥̏̅̒̅b̌ͥe̼̠͈͌r̮̲̻̅ͯ̌ͅi̲̙͆ͅn̅̾g͍̯̔ͧ o͕̱͎̳͆ͩͯu͔̠̔ͫ̆̆r͚̫̹̝̘̓ͣs̒eͭ̃l̖͓͒ve̜ͫsͭ]. This occurs most regularly in relation to the amount of limbs summoned, with more limbs meaning less direct control. Sometimes this works in her favor, as the Anomaly seems intent on protecting her, but as early incident reports detail, sometimes there is unintended collateral damage.

Secondly, and most concerning, is the effect the use of Nebulae has on her amnesia. In most cases, activation results in some degree of mental agitation, manifesting as incomplete and often incomprehensible memories. These effects intensify with prolonged use, which can exacerbate the loss of control of Nebulae’s limbs, and trigger periods of dissociation. [/code][/i]
[center][color=#2E2C2C]T̳H̝̦̰ͩ̏̔̚E̲̫̳ͮͧ̎̽̂S͍ͯ̿E͇͕̰͊͋ ͉̣͚̓̋͊̄ͨA̟̬̍̒ͬ̉R͍͓̙̣͖ͧͥ͑E̳̊ͣ͗̔̑ ̬̜̰̘̗ͣ̆ͮN͋ͧO̻Tͬ ̩͙̺̈̚M͇̔̚Y̖͔̮̯̮ ̠͓͇͔͌͌H̺̙̗̊A̖̩͖̳̮̔ͫ̉́̚N̥͓ͯ͛D͓̲̻͆ͤ͋ͮ̀S͙̤̱̬̦ͦͬ͊̌͌[/color][/center]
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[center][h3][b][code]Profile[/code][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][code][Surface-level Impression][/code][/b]
[code]Patient is:
* Sociable
* Soft-spoken
* Conflict-averse
* [Sě̬̏́l̳̯̤͛̔ͅe͎͔̭̥̱͆͌̆̎nȇ̫͕̑̂̉]
* Trusting 
* Compassionate 
* [███, ████████, ███, █████, █████, ████, ██][/code]

[b][code][Personal History][/code][/b]
[hider='Mother Moon', Callisto Unity 100-150 IC. Collection, p112. Author Unknown][quote][code][S̭̐̎̚he͍͋̓ ̣̹ẉäs͊] quiet as the void between stars, but not silent.

Nor frigid, though in her wake was [c̭̞ͅȍ͖̀ͦl͛d̔ and͌ s̽t̝̀̔̓̓i̖̗͓ͥ̋̑͆l͖ͤl̰̯͔ness̬̰].

Her [l͊͆o̬̮̾v͉̠͉̿ͬ̐eͦ͋] was gentle. Those who mistook it for indifference saw also [fur͓y̝̩̦] in her passion. 

She never mourned, for [g̣̱̰r͕͍̿ͩ̑ie̓f̻̩̺̣ͪ̃̂ would have anchored o͑̔ǔ̙͊r͇̪̤̭] feet. 

[He̐ͬr̬͚ ͔̦ͥ͆͊̆n̚a͖̺̗me̹͗̇ a̹͚ͫ̓͒n̜̓d̪ ͓͚͍̠̿̊̒̀f̩̩͋̓̀ͨ̋ả̬͕̬̲̆̓ͯc̾̂ẻͮ] were lost in the unmarked graves of the Pleiades.[/code][/quote][/hider]
[i][code]There is a plaque above the door they can’t open, the door to an outside they’ll never see again — some of them never saw it at all. It reads:[/code][/i]

[quote][i][code][The ảs͚ͬ͐͆h̽ͣes of a th͍̑ͬousan̦̤ͦ͊̉d stars, adrift in H͓̫̆e̯͈̺̣̤͑ͣr̞͙ͦ image͍̬̮ͩ.][/code][/i][/quote]
[i][code]Words they cannot escape. Words whispered to them in their dreams.[/code][/i]

[hider=NET Archive][quote=New Euclidia Times, Archived Issue Dated: 01/01/276 IC][code]Yesterday at approximately 18:00, a cluster of Aberrant ships entered the Juno-29 system, disrupting the warp gate and passing harmlessly by several mining stations on a direct course for Megisto. Upon reaching the planet, the small fleet changed course and established a blockade around its smaller moon, Selene. 

Selene was briefly host to a private mining operation in 120 IC, which was quickly abandoned due to a lack of actionable resources. Megisto itself has launched no lunar operations on its lesser moon, and Selene was assumed to have remained cold ever since.

However, at 19:23 a distress signal was intercepted from an installation presumably beneath the surface, identified as [L̦̣̥͙ṳ̝̰̿́͋̄n͖̰̝ͨa-1]. 

The Callisto Unity’s system-headquarters has begun evacuation procedures on Megisto and sent an armed repair team to the warp gate, but has otherwise made no comment on the station and its distress signal.[/code][/quote][/hider]
[i][code]They scratch their names into the walls. At first there is plenty of room, but as the years go by, the etchings crowd and overlap and connect together in looping portmanteaus. A handful of names become dozens, become hundreds, become innumerable and inextricable. The letters are brushstrokes of a mural, their own conception of a 'family name.' There is no way to tell the ones who had been brought from the ones who were born, so they called themselves together what they were—what the caretakers called them.

Daughters of Callisto.[/code][/i]

[hider=UAS Reconnaissance Log: 01/03/276 IC, 05:00][code]Aberrant fleet retreated from Juno-29 approximately ten system-hours prior to the warp gate’s repair. UAS Reconnaissance team encountered no resistance upon arrival, or en route to Megisto.

Distress signal intercepted by satellites on 01/01/276 IC was still active. Detected signs of life on Selene from orbit, which decreased rapidly when approaching Luna-1 Station.

Found destroyed Pawn-class Aberrants, which appear to have engaged with the installation’s automated defense systems, as well as assumed members of staff. Station suffered severe structural damage, as well as a 90% failure in life-support systems. 

Recovered bodies of presumed inhabitants. Remains suggest a population of both children and adults, and multiple sealed dormitories show signs of long-term habitation. 

Aberrant damage tapers off midway into the facility, suggesting the defense was partially successful. However, more damage and deceased were discovered beyond the blockade. Core data systems and all physical archives appear to have been destroyed by surviving staff members. It is unclear at this time how much was lost to Aberrant forces, and how much to sabotage. No identifying material remains, neither regarding the deceased, nor the owner of the installation.

One survivor found barricaded in what appears to be a crematorium. Teenage female, unconscious upon discovery. Numerous hand-prints and indents in the walls, floor and ceiling, but rapid scans detected no severe injuries. Retrieved without incident, but regained consciousness en route to the flagship and was unresponsive. 

All samples and remains are being catalogued. Initial assessments indicate the installation was likely some sort of research center, but no conclusive answers regarding its purpose, anachronistic interior, or the attack can be given at this time.[/code][/hider]
[i][code]There is no ceremony for death. They cast her ashes into Selene’s depths, to the desert of those who died before, where she will wait to accept the ones who will die after. Already, another sleeps in her bed, and eats at her table, and perhaps will carve a name into the wall over her own, connecting them in life until they meet in the Daughter’s Sea.[/code][/i]

[hider=Patient Assessment and Recommendation, 02/13/278 IC][code]Initial regimen of anti-psychotics and behavioral conditioning proved counter-productive (which, I remind, Command was warned about — by me.) However, [Sel͉͔̇̈e̻͈͂̓n̤̘͒ͅe̞͙̺’s] lucidity has improved exponentially over the past nine months, I believe as a direct result of the altered treatment. As such, liberty was taken to conduct an impromptu re-evaluation, which I have summarized below.[/code]

[i][code]Patient [Sel̩̮̘̤ēͫ̓ne] possesses the composed demeanor expected of a soldier. Field tests indicate she is capable of both following orders and working cohesively in a unit of Constellations and Mechanized Infantry. Socialization has caused a marked improvement in stability, consistent with records of other successfully rehabilitated Constellations. (See ‘On Anomalies and the Mind’, Konners et al, 275 IS)

During reintegration she was noted to take a keen interest in the physical and mental well-being of her squad mates, even under temporary conditions. Frequently applied self-sufficiency skills learned during therapy to cook, clean, and otherwise care for those in her vicinity. Cynical interpretations of this behavior deride it as ‘compulsory,’ but this diagnosis was unsubstantiated. 

Symptoms relating to [S̼͓̖͔ͬ͐̍̀̈elene's a̿m͈̙̟̈́n̘e͈̠̙ͬs͆͊̾ȋ͉̪a̭] have not improved, but have also ceased to degrade as of the change in treatment. Concerns regarding frequent hallucinatory episodes should be tempered; these instances are often so minor they are only reported afterwards and by her, voluntarily. Severe cases have not impacted her performance, in fact I would point to ‘Incident Report 6,’ as well as the lack of incident reports since, as evidence that she is perfectly capable of navigating them without endangering [o̓ǔ̄͗ͬr̪̻͍ͤs͎̘̣͎͌̋͛̿eͪ̏ͮlv̠̱̏̂ͫ̑e̺͍̣ͬ͊ͪ́̋s͈̣̬ͭ] or those around her. 

I will reiterate what I said upon her retrieval from [Lun̰̠̗̹̰ͬ̏͊a-̘͖̽ͩ̓̇1͔̻̪̙̯ͪ̾ ]: I do not believe these behavioral anomalies are symptomatic of any neurological disorder. Scans show no damage, and anomalous activity has yet to produce any tangibly harmful effects. 

In light of these advancements, I am recommending she be folded officially into the UAS’ Constellation Branch while her treatment continues. 

Signed,
Dr. Reom
[/code][/i][/hider]
[i][code]She doesn’t know what they find, when they do find her. What they take from the moon is not her, or rather it is only one of her, but she doesn’t know which. Images, sensations, places, people, all plague her mind from the first. She doesn’t know where the memories come from, or when, or to who — or how many whos — they belong. 

The caretakers here are much different. They don’t poke and prod at her mind, or her soul, only her body. They ask her questions she can’t answer. They want to know what she is, and who she is. They want to know about her home, but she doesn’t have one anymore.

So they name her after it, her cradle and her grave, and she is a Daughter no longer. Now, they tell her, she is a Constellation.

It feels right.[/code][/i]
[center][color=#2E2C2C]T̥̘̬̪̼ͣ̒ͭḪĬ̘̳͙S̱̻̮̼ͯ̀ͥ͒̚ ͩ̌ͩỈ̌̍̉ͬS̗̘̯̼ͬ̍ ͮͨNO̯̮͎̞̐ͩͣT ͛͛M͙͓̹̗̋ͯͩͦ̾Ÿ̰́ͮ̅ ̏̌ͥN͉͕͍̟̩À͙͚̭̺̞̎̈́M͔̻͙̌Ȇ̟̠͓̉͋[/color][/center][center][h3][b][code]Home World[/code][/b][/h3][/center]
[hider=Homeworld][b][code][Luna-1][/code][/b]
[code]Nearly a century ago, Meridian Corp. abandoned its short-lived mining project on Megisto’s smaller moon, Selene, before being promptly liquidated in the ensuing financial collapse. Authorities now believe that no true mining effort was ever made, and that instead Meridian constructed the research installation known as Luna-1 using a largely automated workforce, before its owners vanished. 

Built nearly a mile down into a man-made chasm, Luna-1 is separated into two main sections: the laboratory, and the estate. As the name implies, the laboratory sat on the upper level, and was presumably home to a host of scientific equipment. Laid out like a research park, there were multiple divisions whose purposes cannot be identified—in fact, in the wake of the Aberrant attack almost no machinery remained. All records, both digital and physical, were lost. Dormitory layouts suggest a modest population of potential researchers, as well as a small security staff. 

Beneath several layers of reinforced plating and military-grade blast-doors, lies the estate, [h͓̯͉̼̉ͯͧ̈́o̹͗̔ͪ̉m͇̠͔͓̪̊͛e̗͑͒̃̒̉] so named for its anachronistic appearance. Here the architecture shifts entirely from clinical to Victorian. The vertical atrium sports a wide, spiral staircase traveling down a cylindrical hall of bookcases, filled with material ranging from educational textbooks and encyclopedias to fantasy epics. None were published later than Meridian’s departure, some appear to have been written by the estate’s occupants. Also found were piles of burned paintings, carvings, smashed statues, musical instruments, and many other recreational products, seemingly destroyed during the Aberrant attack. 

At the bottom of the stairwell, the estate branches off into multiple rooms, including sleeping quarters, two gyms, a cafeteria, and enclosures which appear to have been used for some sort of combat training or [h͇̰̘̩̯̉ͥ̒͗å͆r͕̱̖̓̓ͭͭm̹̜͕̻̼͂͑̓o͉̦̠͔̥̍̈́ͨ͂͑ṉ̙͖̈́̈́ͨy̮͔̬̑͗̄̂]. 

Of note are the dormitory walls, which are marked with what at first appears to be meaningless scratching, but upon further examination, are in fact a collective mass of letters, presumably [n̾a̪̣̘̿ḿ̑͒̾͋e̞͔̯̠͆s͇͂͛]. Very few are legible, and none appear to connect to any established family or missing persons reports. 

The area below the estate is only accessible via the laboratory. An elevator shaft runs down to the bottom face of the installation, beneath which is the pressurized depth of the chasm. Found what was believed to be a massive reservoir of sand, or moondust leftover from when the chasm was made. 

Further analysis determined these were human ashes. 
[/code][/hider]

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[hider=Warrior Family][b][code][The Callisto Unity][/code][/b] 
[code]As Progenitors rose from the ashes of their fellows to lead humanity into a new age of war, the doomed world of Lycaon prepared for its end. Overwhelmed by Aberrant forces, its cities burned, its mountains crumbled, its oceans boiled, and its people were culled with unimaginable cruelty. On the precipice of obliteration, they say, it was not the survivors who cried out for salvation, but the innumerable dead. 

None know why She answered. [Callͨ̎ͭi̦̦̒͐̉̄s̱̫͗ͧ͆ͦ̐t̮͕̯ỏ̾͊̅̎,̙͓͖̈́̉ͅ ͛̅͌ͮ͂tḧ̠̝eͨ̅ͩͯͬ ̻̗̠͙͔͛ͥ̋̇Mot͔ͤ͋̏ͬ̚h̋͂̍eͦͯ͒rͧ ͨM͙̬̖ͪö̦͕͇͓on̗͎̠̭̹ͨ̀], wreathed in silver and fury. She descended like a verdict upon the Aberrants, cutting with a ghostly blade, rending with powers strange and occult. From ruin to ruin, across broken landscapes, barren seabeds, through a crust of blood and body, merciless and unyielding, She never stopped. Those saved by Her slaughter could only follow behind, glimpsing from afar the calamity she visited upon the Aberrant invaders. They became revolutionaries, reclaiming inch by inch what was lost.

When it was done, Lycaon was quiet as if in mourning for its people, and for itself. There was no preserving a thing so utterly ruined. The survivors knew there had been no salvation, only vengeance for the death of their home. They left it behind, fleeing to distant stars where, eventually, they managed to forget what had happened. Lycaon, like so many lost worlds, faded from history. Some, however, chose to [r͇̗̪̀͂͐̉ͧḛ̳̼ͨ̎̂̽̾m͉͎ͪ̄̃̀̇ẻm͔̽̽ͬ̅̽bͣe̅̏̑ͦr̾̾̂͌]. 

Callisto vanished, never known by a [t̯̺̭̩͗ͣͥ̉̏r͎̍̆̄͊ú̙̩ͫ̉̽e̤͚̿ͧ ͎͈͔̤͐̈ͦ̓n̞̳̺͛̄́a͔̒͊m͎̟̦̍ĕ̥̦̪͎̆̈ͯͣ,̠̗̜͚ͅ ͌̿ȍ̺̜̠͙͇ͩr̀͗͊ ̻͉̼̥̈́̐ͦf̱̫̜͔ͅa̗̥͉̭ͬ͗͑c̎̀ͯ̃ë̖̻̙͖̻́], nor was She ever seen again. But at the site of Her final, pyrrhic victory over the Aberrants, She left one thing—three, things. Children. Infants, swaddled and silent as dead Lycaon. Her followers took them up and left with the rest of the survivors. But they did not forget. 

The Callisto Unity formed in the shadow of the progenitors; the UAS and the MHA expanded their reach, while the Unity focused inward. They did not truly emerge until decades later, not as some cultish antagonist, but as a scientific organization bursting with medical innovations. Helmed by the descendants of their [forebe͔̜̤ͦ̉a̫̤ͫr͓], the Unity established itself in the human effort as a force for good. They sought to ensure no world suffered as Lycaon had, producing both powerful Constellations, and critical advancements in medical technology. 

Some whisper that such altruism is merely a façade for a more nebulous cause. They say the Unity is still steeped in the [O̞̮̗̮ͮͅl͉̤̑ͪd͐̃̒ͪ Way̲̖̦̬̌͆s̝̼̱̪̠͊͑], that its highest echelons are driven by occult impetus, and that beneath their calm, collected exterior is a fanatical devotion to their lost Goddess. 

But these are mere rumors. Lycaon may remember the cries of the dead, but it lays silent and bereft. The Mother Moon is gone, and now Her children bring cold, gentle love to humanity. They are a thousand stars across the sky, working in unison, and even in death their ashes scatter together, with purpose.

In [H̩̳̓̈́e͚͔̘̱̍͋r̖̞͊] image.[/code][/hider]

[hider=Notable Contact][center][h3][b][code]Notable Contact[/code][/b][/h3][/center]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/wdGtFrN.jpeg[/img]

[b][code][Name][/code][/b]
[code]Dr. E͈̗̲ͩ̄ͅ Reom[/code]

[b][code][Relation to Subject][/code][/b]
[code]Dr. Reom has been [S̉̄e̥̪͙͉ͪ͊ͥ̏̏l̲̗ͥͥe̘̤̿n̟̟̺͌͐͛̾e͂̇̔̒̑]'s MHA-assigned psychiatrist since her retrieval from Luna-1.[/code]

[b][code][Analysis][/code][/b]
[code]Reom is a clone, registered to a Megisto-based agency located in New Euclidia. Neither the first nor, likely, the last of his line, Reom's generational work with Constellations has made him indispensable in his field. He has, quite literally, written the book on many subjects relating to Anomalies and their effects on a Constellation's mental state.[/code][/hider]

[hider=Ally Contact][center][h3][b][code]Ally Contact[/code][/b][/h3][/center]
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[b][code][Name][/code][/b]
[code]Odessa Ulani Thaddeus Isabella Samara[/code]

[b][code][Relation to Subject][/code][/b]
[code]A fellow Main-Class Constellation and Selene's senior.[/code]

[b][code][Analysis][/code][/b]
[code]Though new to Main-Class, Selene has known Odessa for a while. The two have worked together and in teams on a number of missions, none of which bore much note in comparison to the greatest struggles occurring elsewhere on the war front. Regardless, Selene respects the senior Main very much, and upon discovering Odessa had a daughter, makes a habit of asking after often. Whenever Selene gives her post-mission thank-you gifts to her team, she always includes little treats or trinkets for Thelema in Odessa's. 

Selene does not expect they'll share a rank for very long. Of all the Constellations she's fought alongside, Odessa seems like a clear candidate for promotion. She only hopes they can keep in touch once she becomes a Red Giant.[/code][/hider][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]