Ryan Jackson's official resume has him working in corporate biotech, working for several companies selling boring agricultural products around the world. Unofficially a deep background check into US government comes mostly redacted and might actually raise system flags about anyone searching the name.

These days he's retired from government work, having entered the far more lucrative business of corporate security. Four years ago he'd assumed a career that had taken him to global hot spots meant he'd seen it all and that his employment with MFF Industries would be a quiet retirement, mostly keeping tabs on foreign and strategic threat groups trying to steal sensitive MFF Industry secrets.

Holy shit was he wrong.

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alejandra is a recent graduate of NCU, father is from southside but has lived in north Cloverfield all her life. She recently completed her masters in social work, but was pressured by family to take a more business oriented internship with the intent of doing community work southside.

Her internship with MFF Industries has recently taken a sudden and dramatic turn after CEO Ioan Foster decided he 'saw something' in her.

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MAIN GOAL ⫻ Right now Nessa just wants to survive. The past year and a half she’s been in survival mode, and she doesn’t see herself getting out of that anytime soon. Pay rent, get food, don’t starve to death. The simple things. Beyond just survival, Nessa wants to get enough money to move away from Cloverfield. She wants to go somewhere that she can just be her rather than her father’s legacy.

Ultimately, that’s what she truly wants. Nessa wants to just be herself - and she wants someone who sees her and loves her for that. She desperately wants to be loved, and even as she’s struggling to survive she’s still trying to find that. She wants someone to see her.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Everyone leaves eventually. Nessa believes in always prioritising herself, and taking what she can from other people while she can. No one else will be there for her - it's been proven time and time again that she can only depend on herself. If you survive, it doesn’t matter how. Nessa believes that nothing comes free in life. Everyone wants something from you. For her, it’s always been her body or her magic. And everything is always conditional. What is given can, and will always, be taken away.

SECRETS ⫻ Nessa’s true identity is a secret. Vanessa Beaumont is the wanted daughter of a once millionaire criminal mastermind. Nessa Mendoza is a poor girl from the coast who moved to Cloverfield a couple of years ago for reasons she doesn’t want to share. It explains away the more neutral accent. Her magic is also a closely guarded secret. To the rare Paranormal she’s met since, she keeps it vague - trying to focus on the yellow and pink side. She keeps all of the spells her dad taught her a secret. That she has a spellbook filled with even worse spells is something she’ll never tell anyone. The only thing stopping her burning it is the part of her that still loves him. Then there’s her active participation in his human experimentation. That’s a secret that eats her alive, and has done for most of her life - only now there’s no curse to keep it trapped in her mind. Only a shoddily put together mental shield.

Outside of the secrets that would see her in a jail cell right next to her dad, there are Nessa’s more personal secrets. How much she fears being abandoned by every single person who comes into her life. How beneath her snappy, confident surface she’s incredibly fragile. How much she actually feels things. That she craves her father’s affection and pride, but at the same time she hates that she does. That she hates herself so much sometimes that she doesn’t think she even deserves to live, but at the same time she’d do anything to survive. Just what lengths she’d go to for someone to love her, but she doesn’t feel like she deserves to be loved at all. All things buried beneath the flirtatious, attitude filled surface that she never lets anyone past.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Whoever will give her shelter and safety. While Nessa considers herself bisexual, her actual preferences don’t matter to her anymore. The past year she’s been with mostly men - they fall much faster, even if it’s only a shallow, physical relationship that ends abruptly.

FEARS ⫻ Nessa has as many fears as she does secrets. She has a deep seated fear of abandonment. From a young age, both parents threatened it - and her mother eventually saw through with it. Forced isolation was her father’s punishment of choice. Because of this Nessa spends every moment she’s with someone fearing that they’ll leave her. Now her fear of abandonment is deeply entwined with her fear of not surviving the cruel reality she’s found herself in. She’s dependent on other people, and each person that drops her leaves her closer to the edge. Because she fears being abandoned, she also fears letting anyone in. It will only hurt more when they eventually leave her - which they will. That’s just reality, and she hates it. Being alone terrifies her, and this all pushes her to form incredibly unhealthy and borderline obsessive relationships.

On top of this, Nessa fears someone finding out who she actually is. There’s the surface level fear of being handed in and meeting a similar fate to her father for something she unwilling participated in. But beyond that, there’s the fear of people’s reactions. Disgust, hatred… All things she feels towards herself but can’t handle from others. But more than anything, she fears that things will never change. She’ll be stuck here forever. And she’ll always just be seen as Vanessa Beaumont, useful Blue-Pink Adept, rather than Nessa, and all the broken pieces that come with her.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ Nessa was hidden and protected by her dad’s magical protections and many, many mind controlled Paranormal.

FLAWS ⫻ A person of many contrasts, Nessa is a damaged individual. She pretends she’s strong - projecting an incredibly flirtatious, sharp spoken persona. And that is who she is, but she’s also someone who desperately wants to be loved. She jumps from person to person, coming on strong but at a physical, surface level. She tells herself every time it’s just for survival, and it’ll never go any further. But she’s also someone who gets attached incredibly quickly, to an unhealthy degree. When Nessa likes someone even just a little bit she can be aggressively obsessive. That person is the key to her surviving, but also a band-aid over all the insecurities she has within herself. There’s very little she wouldn’t do for a little affection. On the other hand, she holds everyone at a distance. She never lets them in beyond what she wants them to see, hiding all of her trust issues and insecurities. This leads to strange toxic relationships, where she’s both in too deep but it’s barely more than a physical just about exclusive deal. She picks the wrong people, and suffers through abuse she shouldn’t because there’s a chance they’ll end up loving her. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be honestly, truly loved - for her whole life she’s been chasing the love of an abusive father. So she continues to repeat the pattern of enduring for love. But then there’s a sign that they don’t care for her, or something that triggers her various issues, and she immediately lashes out. Explosive fights lead to breakups, which leads to a toxic cycle of dating, obsessing, and getting abandoned.

Nessa is unforgiving and resentful to the people who made her life this way. She’s constantly shifting between blaming everyone but herself, and thinking that it’s really her fault. Really, even though she tries to blame her father it always comes back to self-blame. She hates herself and everything she’s done. Her guilt constantly haunts her. There are days when she doesn’t feel she deserves to live because of this, and makes no effort to. With no healthy coping mechanisms, her many issues manifest in an incredibly snappy and scathing person. She hurts the people around her because of how much she’s hurting. Her love and hate for her father is perhaps one of the things she struggles with the most - and that relationship colours how she is with everyone. She always expects the worst. If someone is nice to her, she waits to see what they want, or goes on the attack before they can get something from her. Because why would anyone actually love her with how she is and after everything she’s done?

Vanessa Beaumont was born to Charles Beaumont and his wife, Malaya Mendoza, in Cloverfield. She’d fallen in love with Charles and put her own career, as an engineer specialising in military defences, on hold to marry and have a child with him. Charles was an incredibly successful business man, one of the richest and most well known in the city. He had his hands in many industries and the name Beaumont was known across the North Side of the city.

But behind his perfectly polished reputation as the rich tycoon who could save any struggling business was a more sinister man. Charles was a Blue-Pink Adept with great mastery over his craft, and a long spellbook he’d developed via human experimentation. His unique lux blend allowed him to breach Emotional Fields, using curses to manipulate the mind to the point of mind control without active casting. In his mid thirties he began small, with Blinds and weak Paranormal, but with each year he grew stronger. His lust for power meant he wanted to be able to control and change even the strongest Paranormal. So he found stronger and stronger ones, each one cracking under his curses until he morphed their brains into something unrecognisable while retaining their magic.

It was a cruel process. Blue lux used to breach Emotional Fields, allowing Charles access to his subjects' brains so that he could completely rewrite them. Intense pain was normal in the process, and the stronger the Paranormal the stronger they’d fight back. But they all succumbed to him as he grew his spellbook, fine tuning curses to cause pain at just the thought of disobedience and developing more unique and complicated mind altering on the fly curses. It was something he took great pleasure in - and something he could use to one day control not only the city, but perhaps the entirety of Dazzle.

It was this that Charles truly wanted an heir for. A child to inherit his Blue-Pink Lux, so that he could pass down his wealth of spells and have another hand in his bid for power. As he had what he wanted with Nessa’s birth, the marriage between him and Malaya quickly fell apart. They divorced when Nessa was only one.

Nessa was bounced between the two households - but her time was spent with Charles more than it was Malaya. He was the one that had really wanted a child, after all. Nessa’s early years were marked by neglect - pushed to a nanny who only cared about a paycheck with very little in the way of familial love. From a young age she was attached to both parents she barely saw, but never got that affection back. Still, she saw them both…

Then, when she was five her mom remarried. Less than a year later she was pregnant again. Nessa was distraught when her younger half-brother was born, shoved to the side in her second home. She had to watch as he got all the attention she never had. It made her start to act out - and that began to affect her time with her dad too.

So to placate her, he got her a pet cat. Something that actually loved her. Blossom was her best friend - and only friend, because little Nessa just couldn’t make any at school either. She lashed out too much, and very few people wanted to be around the sullen young Beaumont.

Those two years were the best she had. It was the only time she had consistent companionship - something that looked to her for food and safety, but didn’t have any other expectations. There was no need to read ahead of her age just to get a smile from them, or to not cry because it wasn’t ‘becoming of a Beaumont.’ Blossom loved her unconditionally, and Nessa loved Blossom.

Nessa kindled at eight. It wasn’t a natural kindling.

Charles didn’t plan to wait for Nessa to kindle naturally. It could be years - he’d kindled at ten thanks to his parents’ intervention, but Nessa would kindle earlier. After all, there was a lot for her to learn. As for how to cause a strong enough emotional reaction? That was easy.

Nessa’s eighth birthday was the first one her dad attended. Her mom didn’t, but that was fine! At least she had dad and Blossom with her for it. While Nessa was desperate for her mother’s attention and love, it was her dad’s that she craved the most. He only had her. She should have his full attention. And as she turned eight, it seemed she finally was getting that.

Unfortunately for her.

There were no presents. No happy birthdays sung around a cake as she blew out a candle and made a wish. Not even a birthday wish. Only a cat brutally slaughtered in front of her by the very man she’d been so excited to see.

Fear, sadness… and the want for her father’s love. The three emotions combined as she kindled into her three types of lux. There was no sympathy from her ancestors, knowledge that she could barely understand quickly pushed at her before she slipped out of the Kindling-Event recollection.

Nessa cried and shouted at Charles, and she tried to hate him. But she also wanted him to love her - and suddenly he was paying attention to her. He calmly explained why, which she didn’t understand, and apologised - even though it was barely an apology.

The next day he even got her a birthday present. A single earring, beautifully made from one of Blossom’s claws. It, and the subsequent appointment with a piercer, was the only gift she ever got from him. Strong sadness at the companion she’d lost, fear of what her dad could do to her, and that horrible love-hate she felt towards her made her emotional attachment to it stronger than one she’d had before - and it became her Channeler.

Unfortunately, Nessa was a disappointment from the start. Charles hadn’t known his ex-wife was an Adept too, and viewed Nessa’s Yellow Lux as a taint on the perfection of Blue-Pink. But he had to make do with what he had. So Nessa was told to ignore that part of herself - there was no need for protection and hiding with the power they both held.

Now Nessa went from barely seeing her dad to seeing him nearly every day. Mondays and Tuesdays were spent with her mom - watching her love her two other children unconditionally, while only paying enough attention to Nessa to tell her to study harder. But the rest of the week was with her dad. After school she had her ‘extracurricular’ classes with him, on Saturdays it was whole day learning and on Sunday it was special ‘mind sharing’ time.

Charles taught Nessa the basics of Pink Lux first. Reading surface thoughts, speaking to others through her mind, and similar. She practised on the household staff. It was easy with the Blind, though it took Nessa time to get perfect control. With three lux types to contend with, the pure Pink spells were often tinged with an addition of the other colour. An accidental curse as she read a maid’s thoughts had her in bed with a migraine for a day, her nanny’s voice dampened by yellow lux for thankfully only a few unnoticeable moments. Each mistake came with a punishment. Small, for small mistakes. A day spent locked in her room.

For someone so dependent on other people, who’s fear of abandonment was instilled in her from a young age with threats from both sides to leave her, just that was a nightmare.

But they always spent Sundays together, no matter what had happened. They were the days Nessa looked forward to the most… and would look back on with a horrible mixture of disgust and fondness.

Charles would spend the day inside Nessa’s head. Teaching her using his finely honed Pink Lux - correcting her where she’d gone wrong, and showing her the neural pathways to change. Subtle touches that Nessa didn’t even realise were being used on her even as they were demonstrated. From the day she kindled he’d put his curse on her - an infection on her Emotional Field that allowed him access to her mind whenever he wanted. The primary goal of his time in her mind wasn’t to teach her. It was to layer curse upon curse on her, ensuring his complete control of his daughter. These curses were his speciality - triggered by specific thoughts to cause debilitating pain. It ensured she couldn’t disobey him, couldn’t run away and, most importantly, couldn’t tell anyone.

By the time she was eleven Nessa had a basic list of both Pink and Blue spells - from the basics of telepathy to the more complicated mind control, one she naively had no problems with because ‘it didn’t hurt and the Blinds wouldn’t remember.’ Then there were basic curses - blisters that washed away with water, migraines from negative thoughts, making someone's appearance more monstrous. It had taken longer than her dad had hoped - something he made sure she knew.

With her mother, things had only gotten worse. Nessa’s half-siblings were now old enough to truly bother her, and her mom expected her to cater to their every whims. Nessa didn’t want to. She hated them. And eventually she snapped. It started with scathing words at her entitled half-brother, and ended with her blasting him with enough magic to leave him in a dazed, barely conscious state for days.

As an Adept herself, Nessa’s mother knew exactly what had happened. Not only was her young daughter a failure in the one thing she wanted her to succeed in - academics - bringing down her own reputation, but she was throwing around magic with little care for the consequences. Malaya didn’t want to handle it. Nessa wasn’t ‘punished’, in the traditional sense.

Instead her time at her mom’s was drastically reduced to a weekend every few months. Selfish, a failure, not my daughter, you never should have been born. Nessa internalised everything her mom told her as she was thrown away by her.

It was exactly what Charles needed. There was no comfort for having her already distant mother essentially abandon her. Instead, he took her training to the next stage - now there was little risk of her mother getting involved if she found out.

Only eleven, Nessa found herself learning things about her dad she never wanted to know. She was taken to the dark underbelly of his business, the laboratories filled with people he kept deep underground. Cells upon cells of things that could barely be called human anymore. They were Blinds and One-Eye-Opens he’d cursed to become monsters, painstakingly giving them Abstractions while turning them into mindless thralls. Even further through were the ones who were already Paranormal when captured. Mostly human in body, they were in varying states of mind control.

This was where the true lessons began.

“Human experimentation,” her dad explained, “is the only way to further the field of Adeptal studies. How else do you perfect curses and mind manipulation if not on human subjects?”

Nessa was horrified. While her upbringing had been isolated with almost no positive guidance she still knew right from wrong. This was wrong. It was kidnapping and it was torturing people. She didn’t want to participate in it. But if she didn’t he’d leave her just like her mom had… then she’d have no one.

So Nessa tried at first. It wasn’t so bad. She had to start with the most basic - the curse her dad had developed to crack an emotional field, allowing him to gain untethered access to Paranormals’ minds. She started with the weaker Paranormal he had, before moving on to stronger and stronger ones. At the same time she continued to practise the Pink Lux spells she’d learned before, just applying them to people who’s emotional fields she’d breached. It was almost a year before she’d learned the spell to the point that Charles was happy about it.

After that came the dreaded point - being forced to participate in the actual human experimentation. This was the first time Nessa truly rebelled against him. She outright refused. Just the thought made her feel sick.

The words ‘I won’t do it’ had barely left her lips before her mind exploded in pain. Her brain fired off pain signals to every part of her body until she was left curled up, sobbing and shaking. It was unbearable. Excruciating. All consuming. It felt like that moment, the pain, lasted forever.
“I didn’t raise a failure.”
Her dad didn’t say anything else to her. He didn’t have to. Over the year of learning a single curse he’d explained the basics of the rest to her - she’d seen his spellbook. He had cursed her too.

After that, Nessa was left alone for two days at their overly large, yet empty, house. Charles nowhere to be seen, and a nanny only appearing to take her to and from school. She was essentially locked in. Just her, her thoughts, and books that didn’t stand in for human company.

The next time Nessa didn’t refuse. It wasn’t just the memory of the pain, but it was the disdain in her dad’s eyes. She wanted him to be proud of her. She craved his affection more than she’d like to admit, even though he caused her so much pain. She loved him, but she hated him. It seemed worth it for the small compliments she got from him. It almost seemed like he loved her then, like a father should love his daughter.

She knew his love was conditional. It wasn’t even love. He wanted her magic, not her. But it didn’t really matter, did it?

Nessa went into her teens with this constant conflict inside of her. She learned spells that forced people to obey her or face the same agony she was afraid of, desperate for the love of a father she spent the rest of her time pushing the boundaries with. Each failed attempt resulted in that same pain, and the same punishment - isolation. She began to project an outward confidence she very much didn’t feel. All she felt was broken.

She was both a willing and unwilling participant in her father’s crimes. The guilt haunted her dreams, but was she really guilty? She couldn’t say no. But she still chose to do it. She just wanted to be loved.

It was incredibly isolating. Even as she grew and changed in a way that got her more attention outside of her family. She blossomed, becoming one of the most attractive girls in her small incredibly selective (in terms of financial status) school. She made some friends, and started having relationships with people. In a way that was also a way to rebel against her dad - more time spent out of the house, less time forced to experiment.

But it was all shallow. Nessa couldn’t really be herself. She wasn’t entirely sure who she was. As a result, both friendships and relationships rarely lasted. But just like with her dad, she found herself chasing the small glimpse of affection. It was unhealthy, and borderline obsessive, but it was the only thing that made her feel less alone. Less worthless.

Because she was barely more than that to Charles. She didn’t have the same affinity he did with the spells he tried to teach her. It was a slow and painful process. She learned spells to transform blinds into monsters, implanting commands triggered by certain events, manipulating the brain itself. But there was a disconnect that meant she wasn’t as gifted as he hoped. Compared to most her age she was a talented Adept, having kindled so young and learned for so long, but it wasn’t enough. It would only ever be enough if she was as skilled as Charles was - impossible for spells that didn’t quite click for her.

She continued to rebel more, even through the physical pain it caused her. Nights spent at partner’s rather than at home, skipping lessons with him, and barely trying to learn. She began to find herself - even though the person she found was still that messy, conflicted, argumentative failure.

Charles doubled down too. More curses on her, more rules, more isolation. It was a continuous cycle of abuse and pushing back against it that only left Nessa more resentful, and more resistant.

Still he got his goal. At sixteen Nessa began to learn the more important spells, beyond what he viewed as fundamentals. Firstly, the very same curses he had on her. Curses that forced obedience, a type of mind control that was far more sophisticated by the brute force method. Then fundamentally and permanently changing subjects’ brains. Finally, a spell that could cause a painfully slow death.

Spells that Nessa didn’t want to cast, even as she became more attuned to them. She couldn’t deny that some of them clicked. It was that want for people to love her - willingness to manipulate them to do so.

Because her dad never really would. He still viewed her as a failure, even as she learned everything he wanted her too. He’d gone out of his way to find alternatives… even if that failed. She wasn’t named the heir to his business. Her existence was hardly known, even though Charles was prominent.

She could lie to herself that it was to protect her, but really it was to protect his legacy.

She resented him. She wanted his love. She’d never get his love. Nessa went through the early years of adulthood much like she did her teens - dating around, rebelling, and experimenting at her dad’s side. Without school she spent even more time learning and improving her spells. There was no gained independence - she’d been independent from a young age in all things but her magic, and the curses implanted in her brain.

Then the cataclysm hit. Nessa was where she was the majority of the time - in her dad’s laboratories. Thanks to this she was kept safe. They’d been built with state of the art magical technology thanks to the many Adepts Charles had under his control, and there were a multitude of bodies to protect her. Bodies that were, of course, used to help end the Cataclysm.

But not for the right reasons. Charles saw this as an opportunity to finally enact a plan that could take many years - a city wide takeover. When Nyrah the Ravager was sealed he prepared to show his hand. An army of Paranormal under his command… it should be easy with the city in the state it was.

But he didn’t account for a betrayal from the inside. His business partner, a Green-Pink Adept who was the only other person outside of his daughter to know of his plans. She’d been there for as long as Nessa could remember, in the background - a person she barely noticed through her own pain and need for attention. Before Charles could go through with his plan prematurely she handed him over to the Paranormal authorities.

Charles was arrested and all of his assets frozen.

There was little warning. Just enough time for him to pass his spellbook to Nessa - forcing her to promise to protect it with her life - before the authorities took him. Nessa herself had to leave. Their house was a crime scene. She packed everything she could in a suitcase and ended up on the streets.

She was lucky to get away at all, only able to thanks to the finger only pointing at Charles. By the time his daughter’s involvement and his missing spellbook came to light she was gone.

Panicked, Nessa tried to reach out to her mom only to get the coldest response she could. Complete rejection. Malaya cut her daughter off without a second thought.

So Nessa was left alone with almost nothing. All of her cards were deactivated. All she had was what was in her suitcase. She couldn’t survive off that and she couldn’t survive in the Upper District. It was only a matter of time before her involvement came out. Her dad wouldn’t try too hard to protect her.

So she sold what she didn’t need - gold jewellery, her most expensive clothes. And she used some of the money to get a boat to the South Side. She went from having everything she could want in the material world, to having nothing.

Vanessa Beaumont all but vanished.

In the South Side, she went by Nessa Mendoza. Her past and family name were a closely guarded secret, and the case looking for her opened not long after she began her new, much rougher life.

Without any hireable skills, and knowing she couldn’t really work either, Nessa used what she had to survive - her looks and her magic. But she refused to use the spells her dad had taught her. He wasn’t around anymore to give her the attention and love she’d always wanted, so all she felt was disgust towards them. And if she started using them now she really would be guilty. Instead she began to develop her own spells - and finally began to tap into her Yellow Lux. She also began to excruciatingly tear down the curses Charles had put on her mind - breaking them curse by curse until she was finally completely free of them.

Nessa used other people to survive - primarily targeting men, who were much easier to seduce into giving her somewhere comfortable to sleep. Short lived, often incredibly toxic and abusive relationships were what sustained her. The time in between she managed to find somewhere with weekly rent - something she could just about afford with the money from selling her clothes. It was a shit life. But each time she got with someone new, there was that little bit of hope that it might become something permanent - and be a way to get out of the shit hole she’d ended up in.

It never was, and just left her with more scars.

Nessa’s been out of a relationship for almost three weeks. Money’s running out, and she’s starting to get desperate…

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Blue, Pink & Yellow Lux. Channeler: A cat claw earring

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Nessa is an Adept of two extremes. One on hand, she has incredibly strong spells she was taught for many years that don’t align with her, and on the other a scant list of much weaker spells she’s finally started developing that are actually hers. From her father she learned a great many Pink & Blue lux spells - focused on control and cursed pain. Alone, she’s developed emotional manipulation curses and self protection spells.



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WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

There is a complete lack of presence of Vanessa Beaumont online. Her dad banned her from using public social media accounts, and any images of her were wiped by Orange Adepts he had under his control. Whether this was to not have someone he viewed as a shame to his name or to protect his legacy is difficult to tell.

Nessa thinks she’s free of her dad’s influence. While she got rid of the active curses he had on her, she hasn’t gotten rid of the one on her emotional field - meaning he could easily get back in anytime he wanted to.

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MAIN GOAL ⫻ While Joshua's memory is not good after the cataclysm, the memory that burns the brightest is one where he watches his sister die and he soon after her. While this was during Nyrah's rampage in town, Nyrah is not the cause of her death. Something else was responsible, and that is what Joshua's memory is fuzzy about. Even how he died, he does not know. But, he is focused on finding out what killed his sister and avenging her and maybe himself in the process.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Joshua in his current state, is fixated on the memories that he still has before the cataclysm. These memories are all that he has left of his former self, and he treasures them and does not want to forget them. But, tries to make a future for himself with what he has left.

SECRETS ⫻ What Joshua does not wish people to know is that he is an abscised and undead as a result.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Maybe straight, maybe not. Joshua does not remember, though he does feel a stronger attraction towards women than men.

FEARS ⫻ People finding out what he is and react badly to it. Along with losing what few memories he has of himself and losing what he used to be completely. Plus, failing to avenge his sister and possibly himself in the process.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ Joshua was looking for his sister and ended up dying during the fighting.

FLAWS ⫻ Joshua can be distant and aloof than he used to be and he does not like to his past or talk to people from his past. Mainly since chances are he does not remember them and he does not want to deal with that. Along with hating himself at times because of how different he is not in comparison to what he remembers about himself.

Joshua's life up to the cataclysm was a normal one. The youngest of two children and lived in a happy home. He was close to his sister, and unlike him, his sister lived an active life while he played video games and worked on cars. But, after noticing how distant she was starting to become, it made him think that something was going on. He would try to figure out what, but it never went anyway, despite his attempts to find out why. Only vague answers came out of her, and after a point, he stopped trying. Still, Joshua was content, and things seemed to be going his way until that day. The day when Nyrah the Ravager appeared and started attacking the city.

While most people would hide like his parents, Joshua wanted to know that his sister was safe and ventured out to find her. Because he was a Blind, he at first could not understand what was happening and became a One-Eye-Open at the time he found his sister. Only to find her fighting something he did not recognize and watched as it killed her. Then the thing turned to him, attacked him, and sent Joshua back and violently hit a wall of debris. As he lay dying and in grief over his sister's death. The last he saw was the thing that killed his sister, and he stared at his hateful glaze, and it ended his life.

But that would not be the end for Joshua since his death was so emotional for him that an apparition was created from his death, and after spending time alone in the chaos, the apparition would go to enter his dead body. Taking control and the dead Joshua would rise again but only as a remnant of his former self with some memories of his life.

Now, an abscised with limited memories and limited personality of the original Joshua. It took some time for him to get used to his new self and the aftermath of Nyrah's defeat. Still, he managed to make a life for himself and would make a stable situation for himself. Though he would fixate on his remaining memories before Nyrah's arrival, and Joshua would make a vow. He would find whatever killed his sister and avenge her. Maybe even avenging himself in the process, but he cared more about his sister than figuring out his own death.

So, with his new mission, Joshua is committed to finding the truth, no matter where it leads. He just wishes he could remember more about his old life, but that time is over, and Joshua has a score to settle.

TYPE ⫻ Abscised

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Joshua has an overcharged Emotional-Field giving him an inherent resistance to all magical attacks but is harder for healing and other positive magic to work on him)

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Boosting ⫻ Joshua is able to boost another person's Emotional-Field temporarily at the expense of his own.

Extend ⫻ Joshua is able to extend his Emotional-Field to include two others, giving them added protection for a limited time but not as strong as boosting, and it even works on the Blind.

Supercharge ⫻ Joshua can temporarily increase the strength of his Emotional-Field even further, making him more resistant to magical attacks, but once it is over. His Emotional-Field is temporarily weakened, and it will time before it will recover and leaving him exposed to magical attacks.

LIMITS ⫻ Joshua's abstraction is limited by how strong his Emotional-Field at any moment. Using it to boost someone's Emotional-Field will make his weaker for the duration of the boost. While he can extend his Emotional-Field to cover others, it can only reach two people who are close to him, and he is not boosting anyone's Emotional-Field during this. Simply extending his stronger Emotional-Field over two others. When Supercharging, while it makes his Emotional-Field stronger for a time, once it is over, his Emotional-Field is weakened before it can recover, leaving him exposed to attacks. Which while he does have a stronger Emotional-Field by default, attacks can still get through, and if they can get through, that means the attack will be more damaging to him. Especially if it gets past while in supercharge mode. Plus, due to his Emotional-Field being stronger than normal, positive magic like healing magic is harder to work on him.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

While Joshua does have faint memories of them. He has no idea if his parents or any of his friends are still alive, and he has yet to discover if any of them still recognize him. Or if anyone else in town recognizes him.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ After escaping from her family and learning of their demise. She is making it her duty to destroy what is left of her family's legacy and burn what is left to the ground. A fact that is not as easy as it sounds and after that. Faith has some ideas, and moving on is an idea that is appealing to her once she is done.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Faith is the type of person who does not want to talk about her past and if she is related to those Monroes. She wants nothing to do with her family, and while she has become a cold and vengeful person. Deep down, Faith is a good person, and after the death of her family, she does not have to worry about them anymore. Her real self is starting to show.

SECRETS ⫻ There have been rumors in Cloverfield about her family and what they do at their home estate. Some are false, while others are true, and Faith does not want people to find out what her family has done because she might get caught up in the backlash.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual

FEARS ⫻ Faith fears being stuck and being unable to move on once she is done with her family business. Along with being possessed or becoming adjoined. Plus, being associated with their family's crimes if discovered and forced to suffer because of it.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ N/A

FLAWS ⫻ On her surface, Faith is not someone that you could see making friends or hanging out with. Limiting who she hangs out with can be an obstacle for any relationship down the road.

Faith was born the middle child of three in the Monroe family in Cloverfield. But to her family, Faith was more than that. For her family had been preparing for a long time for someone like her. Since her family was apart of a nearly dead coven that sought to bind a powerful apparition to a chosen member of their bloodline in order to revive the coven and make them a force to be feared once again. Faith had fulfilled the requirements for this binding ritual, and throughout her life growing up, they always brought this up as a great honor.

Only Faith would not see it that way, it is the opposite, in fact. For she did not wish to become binded to an apparition and be used as a weapon for this forgotten coven, and it was clear that her family would not take no for an answer. So Faith, with few options, waited until the right time to escape, but as the years passed. She became more desperate as the ritual date came closer and closer, and the family started to act brazen.

Fortunately for Faith, the day before the ritual, she found her opening and took it. Faith quickly left Cloverfield and kept going. Knowing that her family would hunt her down by any means. Which they did, and the closer they got was a year later when her brother caught up to her. The two had a fight, and in the end, Faith was forced to kill her brother. That was a painful experience for her, both mentally and physically. But Faith was sure that they would keep coming for her. But things would go her way.

Sometime after the cataclysm, Faith found out that the rest of her family had perished during the cataclysm, and the family estate was now hers. Cautious at first if this was a trap but, as Faith learned more about the cataclysm and the state of Cloverfield. She returned and found that, indeed, her family was dead, and the coven they belonged to was now wiped out.

Faith felt happy that at least her troubles were now gone and she could truly be free and live her own life, but that was a matter to be settled. For Faith did not want what was left of her family's legacy to remain and wanted to wipe it from the earth for good. So no one could discover and try to repeat what they had almost done.

So, for now, Faith is in Cloverfield and is sustained by her family's fortune. Though refusing to live in the family's estate, which is still in a state of disrepair since the cataclysm. Faith knows it will not be easy to burn what is left of her family's legacy to the ground, but she will do it no matter what and finally live for once.

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Gold Lux and her channeler is a ruby ring on her left hand.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Faith is a skilled Gold Lux user and specializes in using Gold Lux to summon and control minions of her choice. Which she can use verbal or mental commands to control and direct her minions.

Gang of Avians - Faith can summon a group of three griffins that have the ability to fly with wings and have sharp claws and beaks. Enabling them to pierce through flesh, bone, and paranormal beings with either claws or beaks. They are large and strong enough for Faith to ride one and still be able to fly. She uses them both for offense and defense or if she needs to get out of a situation.

Black Hounds - Faith can summon a pack of five large black hounds that obey her every command and are used both offensively and as bloodhounds to track down a target by scent.

White Knight - Faith can summon a single knight-like minion armed with a shield and sword while alone. It is more durable than a normal knight, and the knight can withstand bullets for a time.

Assuming Control - Faith with an active minion can temporarily gain total control over it, and it will act as if it were her own body. She punches, the minion punches, what the minion sees, she sees, etc... and is stronger overall for as long as Faith controls it like this.

LIMITS ⫻ All - With all of her spells, Faith can only summon so many minions at a time, and doing too much can make her tired and eventually pass out. Plus, she cannot summon all of them at once, one at a time, as in, once he summoned something like five hounds. She cannot summon more until they are dismissed or die. Then she can summon again, and all are melee-based in terms of attacks.

Gang of Avians - They cannot pierce everything, and if they lose enough feathers, then they are unable to fly.

Black Hounds - While tracking a target, they are only as good as normal bloodhounds and need a scent to track a target.

White Knight - While strong, the knight can only take so much punishment before dying. It takes time before it can be recast again. Plus, the knight is a strictly melee-focused minion and cannot do range attacks besides throwing its sword. Which the knight's main source of damage is the sword, and without it, the knight's offense power is weakened significantly.

Assuming Control - She can only fully control one minion at a time and has to wait a certain amount of time between castings.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Faith is fluent in Latin.

Nicodemus was born in the United States to two immigrant parents who worked tirelessly until they were taken away by ICE. Since then Nico had been living with his aunt and uncle. After his parents were deported Nico withdrew into himself and barely left his room other than to go to school. Nico spent most of his time on a computer his uncle gifted him for his eighth birthday. Nico quickly grew in skill with coding and technology. Nico also became more social to people over the internet. His aunt and uncle could never understand it.

After graduating high school Nico attempted college life but found it lacking in what he needed. He dropped out after two semesters and made a name for himself as a hacker. Unbeknownst to him someone had it out for Nico and hired a private investigator/fixer to find Nico and put a stop to his antics. This was when Nico met Quill.

Game recognized game and Quill did not tip off her client to Nico's antics nor did she turn him over to the authorities. Instead, Quill hid Nico and offered him a job: help her with casework and she would ensure he is protected from his other....activities. Nico was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and took Quill up on her offer.

Nico is aware of Abstractions having witnessed events in his past as well as the Cataclysm. Quill helped further introduce him into the world of weird powers and supernatural entities.

Nico is Eyes Wide Open but has no Abstraction

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To find purpose and redemption after her mother’s sacrifice, Destiny seeks to harness her abilities to rebuild and protect, hoping to ensure that no one else suffers the helplessness and loss she endured in the Pit. Ultimately, she dreams of creating a sanctuary where hope flourishes, even in the darkest times.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Destiny believes in finding strength in the connections and fragments of light that persist in even the bleakest circumstances. She carries her mother’s teachings: that hope is fragile and powerful and must be nurtured despite the odds.

SECRETS ⫻ Destiny harbors guilt over her mother’s death, believing she should have been strong enough to save Darlene or keep the portal open. She secretly fears her powers—especially her ability to dominate minds—thinking she might become no better than the horrors of the Pit if she gives in to her darker impulses.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Not applicable. At eleven years old, Destiny is focused on survival, forming friendships, and understanding her magic rather than exploring romantic or sexual interests.

FEARS ⫻ Destiny’s greatest fear is losing herself to her powers, especially the manipulative aspects of her Pink Lux. Destiny worries that the line between using her powers for good and abusing them will blur one day. She fears becoming something she cannot control—someone who bends others to her will, even unintentionally, and losing the part of herself that still clings to her humanity. Her fear of abandonment, rooted in the trauma of losing her mother in the Pit, haunts her deeply. The isolation she felt after Darlene’s death, left to survive alone, is a wound that never fully healed. She dreads returning to the Pit and facing the monstrous entities that once hunted her, knowing how easily she could slip back into that nightmare. But perhaps the most agonizing fear is that her mother might still be alive, trapped and suffering in the Pit, her sacrifice in vain. The guilt and uncertainty of not knowing weigh heavily on Destiny, keeping her trapped between the pull of the past and the need to move forward.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Destiny had only recently escaped the Pit and found herself lost in the aftermath, struggling to adapt to the new world of Cloverfield. She didn't participate in the conflict or chaos of the Cataclysm itself. Instead, she focused on surviving in the city’s ruins, navigating her new surroundings, and finding refuge in St. Eleanora’s Orphanage. Destiny spent her time helping where she could—using her abilities to ease the suffering of the children and caregivers, but she remained detached from the wider world.

FLAWS ⫻ The Pit left an indelible scar on Destiny, one that runs far more profound than any physical wound. After being thrust into its nightmarish depths at such a young age, she was stripped of her childhood and thrust into a world where survival was the only rule. The horrors she witnessed—monstrous entities, constant danger, the overwhelming isolation—warped her sense of reality. During her time, there was a never-ending struggle to stay alive, constantly on the edge of despair and fear. This environment bred a paranoia in her that ran through her veins like poison. Destiny has never been able to trust anyone fully, and even when she does, a lingering fear gnaws at her, the fear that anyone she lets close could leave her, betray her, or worse, perish because of her. She learned that attachment equaled loss, and loss in the Pit was a brutal thing. The trauma she endured left her emotionally wounded, her soul scarred by the unspeakable things she had to do and see. While others might try to find solace in relationships, Destiny has learned to build walls, closing herself off from any potential for connection that could make her vulnerable.

She’s too accustomed to pain, too used to the ghosts of the Pit haunting her every step. Every person she encounters seems alien to her—like a creature from another world. The “normal” world of Cloverfield is foreign and suffocating, too bright and too loud, and she feels like an imposter trying to wear a mask of civility. The mundane concerns of others feel trivial, almost laughable compared to the horrors she’s lived through. Destiny doesn’t know how to exist here.

The trauma of the Pit also made her crave control, perhaps as a means of keeping the chaos at bay. She tries to micromanage every situation, even when it’s out of her hands, not trusting that things will work out unless she can make them. This need to control, to hold onto something amidst the unpredictability of her life, pushes people away, further reinforcing her isolation. But even with all her abilities and strength, a part of her never feels good enough. Her failures haunt her—the children she couldn’t protect, the allies she couldn’t save, and the lives lost in the dark abyss of the Pit. That self-doubt clings to her like a shadow and no amount of power or resourcefulness can quiet it. This is why Destiny is driven the way she is. Her need to protect, to never let anyone feel the kind of pain she endured, drives her to reckless extremes. She’ll put herself in danger and sacrifice herself if it means sparing someone else from suffering, all because she believes she’s not worthy of anything better. The ghosts of her past—the monsters, the loss, the desperate loneliness—continue to shape every decision she makes, reminding her that there’s always a cost to the protection she offers, even if it means she’s left broken.

Destiny Wright was born into The Pit, a realm of fractured realities and relentless danger, where survival was a daily struggle. Her mother, Darlene, guided this broken world, leading a small survivor group that clung to life among the ruins. Darlene taught Destiny to read the ever-shifting landscape of The Pit, stay alert to the lurking dangers, and, most importantly, never lose hope. Destiny’s earliest memories were of following her mother through the desolate remnants of destroyed worlds, learning to adapt and survive. Darlene often spoke of "the world before," a place of light and order, offering a glimpse of something better, a spark that Destiny held onto tightly.

When Destiny was eight, her life took a profound turn during a brutal encounter with an Apparition. The group had been trapped in a narrow canyon, surrounded by twisting, ethereal creatures and nowhere to run. Panic spread quickly, and something deep within Destiny stirred in the chaos. This was the moment of her Kindling Event, but she was caught in a flood of confusion. The rogue Apparition took advantage, launching vicious attacks at the group. But Darlene stepped in, and using her more refined magic, she bent her time ever so slightly to delay the creature’s strikes, buying enough precious seconds for the group to escape.

Darlene recognized the potential in Destiny’s abilities immediately. She knew the Lux needed to be honed and dedicated herself to guiding her daughter through learning to control her newfound powers. Darlene was a patient teacher, combining exercises that would teach Destiny to focus and refine her abilities. The Purple Lux became a tool for telekinesis. Through mental focus, Destiny moved objects or shifted small parts of the environment, like rocks and debris, with just a thought. Her mother used her deep understanding of Purple Lux to teach Destiny how to use telekinesis and manipulate time on a small scale. Destiny struggled at first, the power often slipping from her grasp, but her mother’s steady support kept her from giving up.

Destiny’s Pink Lux emerged alongside her telekinetic abilities, adding another layer to her magical repertoire. Darlene taught her to use her Pink Lux for more than simple emotional manipulation. Destiny learned to create illusions, calming the panicked hearts of her companions or altering their perception of reality to hide from enemies. Her ability to influence minds also grew, allowing her to dominate the minds of those without an Emotional-Field to protect them. As Destiny’s powers grew, they became vital in ensuring the group's survival. It was a constant balancing act—using her powers to protect her people while remaining grounded in the harsh reality of their existence.

But even with all her efforts, the dangers of The Pit never relented. Over time, one by one, the members of the survivor group began to fall, each victim to a different threat. Some were taken by the monstrous entities that roamed the desolate land, while others succumbed to despair and internal strife. Destiny and her mother fought to protect them, using every ounce of their combined strength, but it was clear that no matter how much they fought, they could not stop the tide of destruction slowly wearing them down. The remaining survivors began to thin, with many losing hope in constant peril. Destiny's powers, though growing stronger, could not shield them from the Pit's relentless horrors.

By the time Destiny was ten, only she and Darlene remained. The others were gone, wiped out by attacks from the unspeakable horrors that roamed the Pit. Though Destiny had become far more skilled in her abilities, her heart weighed heavy with grief and guilt. She had saved so many, but it had never been enough. Still, Darlene’s unwavering presence and guidance kept her grounded. Her mother’s teachings never wavered—survival was about more than just fighting. It was about holding onto what remained of their humanity, their hope, and their connection to one another.

But with each passing day, Destiny grew more aware that The Pit wasn’t just a place of survival but a prison that could never be escaped without tremendous cost. As the dangers of The Pit grew, Destiny realized she needed more than her powers to survive. As Destiny wandered the desolate landscape of The Pit, she was suddenly separated from her mother during a violent skirmish. Alone and vulnerable, she knew she had to act quickly to survive. Her mind raced as the ominous sound of approaching monsters echoed through the barren terrain. Desperation clawed at her, and instinctively, she reached out, her powers flaring.

Her focus was on a nearby Autoknight, one of the towering mechanical giants that roamed the land, originally bound to the King of the Pit’s command. Destiny seized control with her Pink and Purple Lux; her will overpowering its rigid programming. The Autoknight, once an enemy, now stood motionless, awaiting her orders. Destiny commanded it to move. A slow yet powerful iron giant lumbered toward her, ready to shield her from any threat. With the creature now under her control, Destiny felt a surge of both power and dread. She wasn’t alone anymore—but she knew this newfound strength came with its burdens. Still, for the first time in years, she dared to believe they could survive, even without her mother by her side. However, the "world before" echoed through Destiny's head, and she knew of a place that could, theoretically, get her there.

The Forge. An ancient factory of untold power, filled with the horrors of the Pit itself. She had been searching for answers, for a way to reunite with her mother, Darlene, who had once been a beacon in her life. Darlene had always spoken of The Forge as a place of untold power, a source of creation, and a nexus where the fabric of reality could be reshaped. Here, Destiny hoped to find the key to her future—her path forward and possibly the answers to what had happened to Darlene. The Forge’s perimeter was heavily guarded, the towering Autoknights marching endlessly around the premises, their empty eyes scanning the terrain for intruders. Destiny knew she had to be clever. Slipping into the shadows, she used her Pink Lux to twist the perceptions of the patrols, cloaking her presence in the fog of illusion.

It wasn’t long before she slipped into the heart of The Forge, and this is where Destiny found Darlene - along with something far more significant than she imagined. Darlene had used the very power of the Forge to create something extraordinary—an artifact capable of opening a portal that would take them out of the Pit. With a flicker of energy, the artifact hummed to life, and a rift began to open in the space before them. It was a tear in the fabric of reality, a portal to a world beyond the Forge and the Pit. Destiny could hardly believe what she was witnessing. Her mother had done it—she had created something that could bring them to freedom. Destiny was filled with relief, hope blooming in her chest. They would be free. They could leave the Pit, escape its endless cycle of creation and suffering, and start anew.

Darlene motioned for Destiny to step through, and she hesitated only briefly before stepping forward. The moment's weight pressed down on her, she could feel the portal's pull, the promise of freedom. Just as Destiny was about to step through the rift, she heard something significant moving through the air—a faint whistle followed by the sharp crack of gunfire.

It happened so fast.

Before she could even react, a musket shot fired from one of the Autoknights struck Darlene directly in the chest. The force of the shot knocked her back, her body crumpling to the ground in front of Destiny. She outstretched a hand, screaming louder than ever, as the portal closed...

Destiny arrived in Cloverfield amidst the chaos, a solitary figure wandering through the dissolved ruins. The chaos wasn't alien to her, yet contextually, it was far different from anything she had encountered before. As she wandered through the chaos of the Cataclysm, a wave of acid raced toward her. Frozen in place, Destiny could do nothing but watch her end race toward her. At that moment, a stranger intervened, their presence marked only by a blur of impossible speed. In one swift motion, they pulled Destiny out of harm's way just as the acid struck, its deadly path scorching the ground where she had stood.

This mysterious savior vanished as quickly as they had appeared, but their intervention carried her through the ruins to safety. Clad in a soot-streaked dress, with eyes that seemed to see far beyond the broken cityscape, she was mistaken for one of the many orphans displaced by the Cataclysm. Her appearance coincided with the devastation caused by Nyrah the Ravager. Taken in by St. Eleanora's Orphanage, one of the few institutions still standing on the South Bank, Destiny struggled to adapt. The orphanage was overrun with children who had lost everything, their faces haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. The caregivers did their best, but resources were scarce, and the trauma that permeated the air was suffocating.

The orphanage became a place of survival for Destiny, but it was unlike the survival she had known in the Pit. Here, the dangers were subtler—emotional wounds, the fraying of hope, and the cruel reality of a world trying to rebuild itself. St. Eleanora's was far from the Pit's violent chaos, but its despair resonated deeply with Destiny. She often found herself on the outskirts, observing rather than engaging, her Pink Lux allowing her to sense the emotions of those around her. It was a double-edged sword; she could calm a crying child or ease a caregiver's stress, but the constant flood of pain and fear took its toll on her.

Destiny would sneak out to explore Cloverfield when the other children slept in the quiet night hours. Though the destruction was finite here, the city's ruins reminded her of the Pit. The Cataclysm had scarred the land, but there was a sense of recovery—however slow—that the Pit had never known. She wandered the shattered streets, her powers subtly shaping her path. With her telekinesis, she moved debris blocking her way or stabilized precarious structures. Her illusions hid her from scavengers and dangerous gangs roaming the ruins.

During her nightly explorations, Destiny felt a strange sense of purpose she hadn’t experienced since leaving the Pit. Cloverfield was a city trying to rise from its ashes, and though she felt like a ghost wandering its remnants, she couldn’t shake the idea that she might belong here. Each night, she pushed deeper into the ruins, uncovering fragments of the city’s past: forgotten trinkets in burned-out homes, scraps of journals telling stories of lives lost, and murals of hope painted by those who believed in a brighter future.

These discoveries lit a spark within her—a faint but growing desire to rebuild, not just for the city but for herself.

TYPE ⫻ Adept.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Purple & Pink Lux. Channeler is a Silver Locket Darlene gave her in the Pit.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Destiny’s spells, learned from her mother, Darlene, during their time in the Pit, showcase her raw talent and potential despite her still-developing grasp of magic. While she may not have perfect control yet, her spells reflect a deep capacity for growth as she matures. Though still in the early stages of mastery, Destiny has made great strides, and with time, her magical abilities are bound to reach new heights.



LIMITS ⫻ Force of Will requires an intense level of concentration, which can quickly drain Destiny’s mental energy. The larger the object, the more effort it demands, and if she overextends herself, she risks severe mental fatigue or even losing the ability to focus. Her telekinesis weakens with distance, so manipulating objects beyond a short range can become nearly impossible if she’s not careful. Additionally, using it defensively can create a telekinetic barrier, but this requires constant concentration, and if interrupted, the shield shatters. In stressful situations, her focus tends to slip, rendering her defenseless.

Domination is incredibly taxing on her mental state. The longer she uses this spell, the more it strains her, and the risk of backfire increases dramatically if the target has strong mental defenses. The more dominant a person's will, the harder it is for Destiny to maintain control, and if the connection falters, it can cause a mental backlash that can be debilitating, leaving her mentally drained and vulnerable. Emotional-Fields also block the spell entirely, and it is useless against Paranormals.

The connection in Telepathy is delicate. If Destiny doesn’t maintain focus, the link weakens and may fade quickly, making it difficult to sustain long-term communication or access more profound thoughts. The depth of the connection depends on the target’s mental defenses—stronger wills can create barriers, making it harder for Destiny to penetrate their minds or retrieve specific information. When she’s tired, distracted, or emotionally unstable, her telepathy becomes erratic, and she may inadvertently misinterpret thoughts or fail to establish a clear connection. Additionally, attempting to develop a deep link with multiple individuals can overwhelm her mind, resulting in a loss of clarity or complete mental overload.

Deception, while helpful in hiding herself or altering her surroundings, is fragile and can be easily disrupted. If someone interacts too closely with the illusion—touching it, trying to pass through it, or scrutinizing it too intensely—the glamour dissipates and reveals the illusion for what it truly is. Additionally, creating more elaborate or complex illusions requires enormous energy and focus. If Destiny is under duress or distracted, the illusion can falter, making her vulnerable. The more complicated the deception, the more strain it places on her mind, which can result in physical and emotional exhaustion.

Emotional Prism gives Destiny insight into the emotions of those around her, but the more people she tries to read at once, the harder it becomes to distinguish individual feelings. If too many emotions clash in a single area, the spell becomes a jumbled mess, leaving Destiny unable to interpret anything. The manipulation of emotions also requires significant focus and effort, and it’s easy for the target's emotions to overpower her influence. If she loses emotional control herself, her manipulation could backfire, causing more harm than good. Furthermore, Destiny cannot influence the emotions of those with an Emotional-Field, only read them.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Diddler Ghost.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ There is a desperate search for an expert in souls or a powerful artifact capable of manipulating them, a pursuit steeped in urgency and mystery. Though she says the journey is about mastering her place in the paranormal world and protecting those she cares for, there are deeper motivations—forces working tirelessly to reclaim something lost and undo a binding far beyond her understanding.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Latoya's philosophy is rooted in the belief that true strength lies in embracing vulnerability and confronting the darkness within oneself. Her experiences of loss and existential upheaval have taught her that resilience is not about denying fear or pain but about acknowledging them as catalysts for growth. To her, vulnerability is not weakness; it is the raw essence of humanity and a bridge to genuine connection and understanding. This worldview makes Latoya a complex individual: she is a compassionate ally, offering solace to those who struggle, yet she becomes a fierce adversary when faced with those who exploit or manipulate others. Empathy allows her to see through masks and façades but fuels her intolerance for cruelty or deceit. She views magic and power as tools that amplify one’s intentions rather than solutions to life’s challenges. To Latoya, what matters is the purpose behind one’s actions, whether they bring healing or destruction. This mindset shapes her interactions with others, her approach to the Paranormal, and her unwavering belief that the most significant battles are fought not in the external world but within the soul. For her, the measure of a person is not in their power but in how they wield it, especially when faced with their fears and flaws.

SECRETS ⫻ Latoya is not one to harbor secrets, at least not intentionally. She carries herself with an openness that reflects her philosophy of confronting fears and flaws. However, beneath this seemingly unguarded nature lies an enigmatic truth even she may not fully understand. While others see her as a survivor of the Cataclysm, she occasionally recalls fragmented memories that don't align with her perception of events, leaving her unsettled and questioning the gaps in her understanding of her past.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Latoya previously identified as pansexual, drawn to the strength, intellect, and emotional depth of others rather than any physical traits. In the past, she embraced connection and intimacy with an open heart, finding beauty in shared vulnerability. Yet, recently, she has inexplicably withdrawn, adopting a celibate lifestyle despite her natural inclination toward forming deep and meaningful bonds. She attributes this shift to the emotional toll of her experiences, framing it as a need to focus on self-discovery and healing. However, her explanation has quiet dissonance—a subtle, unspoken rift between her current choices and her past values. While she appears content with this change outwardly, there are fleeting moments when her behavior feels almost out of character, as if her retreat from intimacy stems from a more profound, unseen force rather than her own will.

FEARS ⫻ Latoya’s most profound fear is the loss of autonomy—a lingering dread born from past losses and a growing unease she struggles to articulate. Whether it’s the threat of manipulation by others or succumbing to the very forces she fights against, the idea of losing control over her body or choices is an all-encompassing terror. This fear manifests subtly: a reluctance to rely too heavily on her magic, an obsession with maintaining her independence, and an acute wariness of forming bonds that might leave her vulnerable. Additionally, Latoya is tormented by the possibility of becoming a monster, figuratively or literally. The thought of being seen as an irredeemable threat by those she wishes to protect weighs heavily, driving her to scrutinize her moral compass at every turn. Her self-doubt often spirals into a paralyzing fixation on whether her actions are indeed her own or influenced by darker, unseen forces.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ During the Cataclysm, Latoya led her fractured group of friends into a final, desperate battle against Nyrah the Ravager to save Cloverfield. Believing she could rekindle their once-unbreakable bond and harness their collective strength, she crafted a plan to confront the looming threat. However, time, distance, and personal struggles had eroded their unity, and they entered the battle unprepared for the sheer devastation Nyrah would unleash. As the fight escalated, chaos and tragedy struck. Latoya watched helplessly as her friends fell one by one, unable to protect them or turn the tide. In the end, she emerged as the sole survivor. Still, victory came at an unimaginable cost: the lives of those she loved most.

FLAWS ⫻ Latoya’s most significant flaws are intertwined with her internal struggles and past traumas. Chief among them is her tendency to overanalyze, often paralyzing herself with doubt and hesitation when swift action is needed. This indecision frustrates her allies and occasionally allows critical opportunities to slip away. Though she values vulnerability in theory, her actions often contradict her beliefs, as she isolates herself in times of need. Another significant flaw is her simmering anger. While she strives to maintain control, it sometimes bursts forth in ways that damage her relationships and cloud her judgment. Latoya’s pursuit of power and understanding, driven by an unyielding need for redemption and control, blinds her to the collateral damage her actions can cause. Her tunnel vision in these moments leads her to take risks that alienate others or result in unintended harm. Despite her outward philosophy of embracing flaws and learning from them, Latoya struggles to forgive herself. She holds herself to impossibly high standards and berates herself for every perceived failure, big or small. This relentless self-criticism fosters a cycle of self-doubt that undermines her confidence and feeds into her hesitation.

Latoya’s idealism can also be a flaw. She believes deeply in the power of confronting darkness and overcoming adversity, but this belief sometimes manifests as naivety, making her overly trusting of those who show signs of vulnerability. Conversely, when people don’t conform to her moral framework, she can be unyieldingly harsh, seeing them as lost causes or irredeemable threats, even when nuance might be warranted. Her fear of losing autonomy drives her to micromanage situations and resist relying on others, even when collaboration would lead to better outcomes. This fear also makes her wary of deep emotional bonds, as she worries they might compromise her independence or leave her vulnerable to pain.

Finally, Latoya’s deep guilt over the Cataclysm haunts her interactions and decisions. She unconsciously sabotages opportunities for happiness, believing she does not deserve peace after surviving when her friends did not. This survivor’s guilt not only isolates her but also causes her to underestimate her worth, leading her to take on burdens far heavier than she can carry alone.

Latoya Strange's early life in Cloverfield was defined by a close-knit group of five friends, primarily female, who were her lifeline in a city struggling with division and decay. Growing up on the South Bank, a neighborhood constantly battling against economic decay and social tension, Latoya and her friends found solace in each other. Their lives were marked by resilience—making the best of what they had, even as the world drifted further into chaos. They were a diverse group, each bringing something unique to the table, yet bound by their shared experiences and the struggle to make something better in the city.

Maya Rivera was the quiet, brilliant one of the group. She was always quick to think of practical solutions when things went wrong, whether it was schoolwork or navigating the chaos around them. She had a natural gift for finding the best way forward, even when the rest of the group was unsure. Tessa Grant was the naughty one, the joker of the group. She could always lighten the mood, even in the darkest times. Her humor was infectious, and she had a way of making difficult situations feel a little less overwhelming, no matter the odds.

Camryn "Cammy" Hayes was a sensitive, intuitive soul who always seemed to know when something wasn’t right, whether in their lives or the world around them. Her ability to sense when they were about to face a challenge or make a poor decision helped guide them out of sticky situations more than once. And Jackson Keagan, though a boy in a group of girls, had an essential place in their dynamic. Full of charm and daring, he was the one who would challenge them and push them out of their comfort zones. His courage and willingness to take risks often helped the group see beyond their limitations and step outside their routines.

Latoya and her friends were inseparable, each vitally helping the others navigate the challenges of growing up in Cloverfield. However, their world was about to change in a way none could have predicted. The group had decided to go for a walk in the forest near Cloverfield, where they often ventured to escape the noise and trouble of the city. However, this time, something was different. An odd energy was in the air, a thick, almost palpable tension.

Without warning, they were ambushed by a creature—a werewolf, larger and more terrifying than anything they'd ever seen. It was too fast, and its ferocity took them by surprise. The group fought back in their ways, but they were outmatched. That’s when it happened. In the heat of the attack, something inside each of them—hidden, dormant—flared to life, their Kindling Event. Magic wasn’t something they’d known before—at least not how they knew it now. They managed to outsmart the Werewolf to escape, but each of them had changed, and each had been marked by magic they hadn’t understood yet.

During their Kindling Event, each friend unlocked unique magic. Latoya's Black Lux granted her control over the ectoplasm and spirits, while her Pink Lux allowed her to influence emotions and memories. Maya used Green Lux to develop healing abilities, and her White Lux offered flashes of the future. Tessa's Yellow Lux lets her create barriers and hide herself, and her Orange Lux enhances the others' Abstractions. Camryn's Blue Lux enabled her to curse others, while her Pink Lux granted her access to memories. Jackson’s Red Lux gave him control over fire, and his Gold Lux allowed him to summon creatures. Over time, they refined their abilities, mastering their Lux.

After their Kindling Event, Latoya and her friends became the protectors of Cloverfield. Their newfound abilities united them to defend their city from magical and mundane threats. As the natural leader, Latoya guided them, using magic to confront the darker forces. Maya’s foresight and healing abilities, Tessa’s ability to strengthen and shield, Camryn’s talent for uncovering hidden truths, and Jackson’s raw power played a vital role in their efforts. Over time, they refined their magic and grew stronger, using their unique abilities to make a lasting difference in a city struggling with division and decay. Their bond and determination brought hope to Cloverfield, shaping their destiny in ways they never imagined.

The balance between their magical duties and everyday lives wore thin as the years passed. Their battles against the darker forces affected their relationships and sense of normalcy. Each adventure and conflict drew them further away from the lives they once knew. Driven by a deep understanding of responsibility, Latoya continued to push for more, believing their work was never finished and that Cloverfield still needed their protection. She wanted to keep fighting and defending the city that had given them so much, even as the weight of it all grew heavier.

However, her friends began to grow apart. Maya, ever the practical one, became more focused on her studies and future. With her playful spirit, Tessa longed for a simpler life, away from the constant strain of magical battles. Always sensitive, Camryn started questioning the cost of their actions, wondering if they were genuinely making a difference or merely fighting a never-ending cycle. Jackson, the most daring of the group, found himself craving adventure in other places, growing restless with the confines of Cloverfield.

Latoya tried to hold the group together, but the more she pushed, the further they drifted. The pull of their mundane lives and growing responsibilities and desires proved more vital than the bonds they had formed through their shared magic. The city they had once protected now felt like a reminder of what they had lost—that, despite their powers, they couldn’t stop the inevitable march of time or the changes it brought.

Ultimately, each chose their path, leaving behind the fight they had once fought together. Heartbroken but resolute, Latoya continued her mission alone, convinced she couldn’t stop, even if her friends had. She battled in the shadows for a time, confronting the dark forces threatening the city. With each victory, she felt a sense of purpose, but the weight of fighting alone soon took its toll. The city was vast, and the magical and mundane threats were unrelenting. Despite her power and resolve, the strain of constantly being on guard wore her down, and the isolation grew heavier daily.

Still, Latoya refused to give up. She juggled her responsibilities, attending college with a singular focus: to become a doctor. She was drawn to the medical field, perhaps partly because of her desire to heal and protect but because it provided a new purpose. Yet, even as she excelled in her studies, her sense of duty to Cloverfield lingered. She would slip away from campus whenever possible, protecting the city between late-night study sessions and grueling clinical hours. But the balancing act became increasingly difficult.

The more she tried to maintain both lives, the more draining it became. Her magic, studies, and constant vigilance left little room for anything else. While she found brief solace in the few moments she could dedicate to defending her city, she couldn't deny the exhaustion creeping in. The battles took longer to recover from, her responsibilities felt heavier, and the loneliness gnawed at her. Yet, Latoya persisted, convinced that no matter how difficult, she couldn’t stop. Even if she had to fight alone, she would keep going—because someone had to.

Everything changed when Nyrah the Ravager and her host, Princess, came to Cloverfield.

Latoya's attempt to reunite her friends for the showdown against Nyrah the Ravager marked the crux of her story, and it would leave lasting scars on her. Desperate to restore the bonds that had once united them, she believed that with their combined strength, they could defeat the looming darkness and finally secure Cloverfield's future. She had trained, refined her magic, and cultivated new skills, hoping that she could guide her friends through the chaos that had unraveled their lives.

Latoya’s plan was simple: reunite the team, confront Nyrah, and restore balance to their fractured world. But she had underestimated the toll that time, distance, and the harsh reality of their individual lives would have taken. The friends who had once shared everything now stood on the brink of irreparable change, each struggling with their issues—some magical, some personal—and none genuinely ready to face the horrors of the Cataclysm. When they gathered to face Nyrah, the battle quickly spiraled out of control. All her friends, out of practice, out of their element, and unprepared for the sheer power of Nyrah's destruction, faltered.

One by one, they fell.

Latoya watched helplessly as her closest friends were struck down in a single, brutal confrontation, their lives extinguished before her eyes. The pain of losing them was almost unbearable. It wasn’t just the loss of her friends but the weight of her failure to protect them. She had led them into battle, believing in their ability to stand together, but the cruel reality of the struggle shattered that hope.

But Latoya survived. Alone. After the dust settled, the city was in ruins, and Nyrah was defeated. The Cataclysm had ravaged Cloverfield, leaving the city in chaos, torn between rebuilding and the pressure of ever-deepening divides. The scars of the battle, however, ran deeper than physical destruction. Cloverfield’s once-unified identity was fractured, and the emotional and social chasm between the North and South could never be bridged by money alone. Once a thriving industrial hub, the south side was a forgotten wasteland, filled with abandoned factories and haunted by new magical threats. The people here, primarily those who had lived on the fringes, turned to magic to survive the bleak reality, and the criminal underworld flourished in the gaps left by a city that seemed to have forgotten them.

In the wake of the Cataclysm, Latoya was consumed by a bottomless pit of depression and self-loathing. The battle had claimed everything—her friends, her sense of purpose, and a piece of her soul. The devastation of losing her team weighed heavily on her heart. Each day felt like a reminder of her failure, her inability to save them, and the brutal truth that she was the sole survivor of the fight against Nyrah the Ravager. She could not escape the guilt.

Once vibrant and full of promise, the city of Cloverfield mirrored her internal chaos. The battle had left scars on the people, but for Latoya, the most painful wound was the one she carried within. She couldn’t face her reflection or the shattered remnants of her former life. She had dropped out of college just before graduation—unable to continue her studies, unable to push herself beyond the crushing weight of grief. She gave up on the dream of becoming a doctor, a symbol of hope she once held for herself and the city. Latoya's world had entirely shattered after the loss of her friends, and in the wake of their deaths, her grief, guilt, and sense of failure had overwhelmed her to the point where she decided to end it all. She went alone to the abandoned, decaying remnants of Cloverfield with nothing to her name except a pistol.

She pressed it to the side of her head.

Something stopped her. A sudden, overwhelming presence filled the air, and one by one, the Apparitions of her five dead friends materialized before her. They had come, not as the people they once were, but as magical echoes of their past selves. They spoke to her, not in words, but through feelings—memories of their bond, the strength they once had, and the love and support they gave each other. Latoya realized something she had lost sight of: she wasn’t alone. The presence of her friends, even in death, reminded her that her story wasn’t finished yet. They had never indeed left her—they were with her, always. With tears streaming down her face, she lowered the pistol.

Grief and rage churned inside her, twisting her perception of reality. Her friends, now Apparitions, weren’t quite the people they had been. They were quite the friends she remembered, but shades of them. And in the depths of her pain, Latoya made a choice that blurred the lines between love and loss. Driven by a desperate desire to recreate her lost bond, Latoya used a potent mixture of Pink and Black Lux to pour the fragments of her grief and longing into a spell, believing that bringing her friends back would somehow undo the agony of their loss. She twisted the Lux in her hands, bending it to her will, and through a surge of energy, gave them their memories back.

But the result was not what she had hoped.

Their personalities were a fractured reflection of what they once were, constructed from the shattered pieces of her memories of them. They weren’t the same—they had been reborn through her lens of grief and distorted love. They retained the essence of who they had been, but now it was tainted with the echoes of her emotions—guilt, regret, and an overwhelming need to fill the void they had left behind. Latoya watched, heart heavy with the realization that these Apparitions, these pale shadows of her friends, were both comfort and torment. They were reminders of everything she had lost and could never fully recover. Still, they were there, and that presence—distorted though it was—gave her a fleeting sense of purpose.

But it wasn’t enough. She could feel the unraveling within her, a deep, gnawing emptiness that no magic could fill. The Apparitions, while echoes of what she had known, could never replace the reality of her loss. As they stood around her, mere phantoms of a life she could never return to, Latoya knew she was left with a cruel paradox. The very Lux that had brought them back to her side had also twisted them into something she no longer recognized. At first, they seemed content to follow Latoya’s lead, their fractured personalities shaped by her grief and memories. But soon, they began to act on their own—expressing thoughts, making choices, and displaying quirks that Latoya had never associated with her friends. These shifts were subtle at first: a comment that didn’t fit, a hesitation where there had once been certainty. Yet, as time passed, these differences grew sharper.

Latoya’s heart ached with each revelation. Were these expressions born of her friends’ true spirits, struggling to assert themselves through the layers of grief-laden magic? Or were they entirely new beings, birthed from the same Lux that had twisted her intent? The line between friend and apparition blurred further with every interaction. Latoya questioned if her desperate act of love had created something altogether different—something no longer tethered to who they had been but shaped instead by the darker shades of her soul. Yes, they were there, but not in the way she had wanted. And now, as they grew further from what she remembered, she couldn’t escape the sinking realization that she might have given them life only to lose them all over again.

Her worst fears came true in a single, harrowing moment. Still grappling with their fractured identities, the Apparitions were ripped from her grasp by forces she never saw coming. The cult struck without warning—a shadowed collective. Latoya barely had time to react as they descended upon her, their movements precise, their intent unmistakable. They weren’t there for her—they wanted the Apparitions.

She fought back with all the strength her Lux could muster, weaving barriers of Pink and Black in frantic bursts. But the cult was prepared. They wielded an uncanny magic, a strange amalgamation of rituals and artifacts, that seemed designed to subdue the Apparitions. One by one, her friends were torn from her. Their distorted personalities flared in brief defiance - pleading for Latoya to save them — but it was useless. The cult's power was overwhelming.

Latoya screamed as the last of them was taken, her cries swallowed by the void left in their absence. She fell to her knees, drained and shaking. The cult didn’t linger. They vanished as swiftly as they had appeared, leaving her alone in the aftermath. Her mind raced with questions. Who were these people? Why had they taken the Apparitions? And what did they plan to do with them? Grief gave way to rage as she swore to find the answers. This wasn’t just about her friends anymore—it was about undoing the theft of what little remained of her past. Latoya felt a flicker of purpose ignite within her for the first time since she’d bound her friends into existence. She would stop at nothing to bring them back, no matter what they had become—or what she had to become to do it.

Using her Pink Lux, Latoya delved deep into the threads of emotion and memory left behind by the cult, following a trail of fear, reverence, and fanaticism. The fragments she pieced together pointed to a shadowy group known only as Heavens—a doomsday cult that sought to spark a Second Cataclysm. This event could tear the fabric of the Paranormal and the mundane apart. The Apparitions weren’t just stolen for power; they were a critical piece of the cult’s apocalyptic designs.

Latoya confronted them, wielding her magic with the force of her grief and fury. She fought with everything, but the cult’s preparations proved too great. Their ritual, artifacts, and power were all designed for a purpose she couldn’t fully grasp. The Apparitions of her friends seemed to flicker in and out of form, caught in the tangled forces of the spell. The confrontation reached its breaking point when the magic destabilized, spiraling out of control.

The memories of what followed were fragmented and hazy, like a half-remembered nightmare. There was a moment—an instant of impossible choice—when she acted out of desperation. Something went wrong. Latoya could only recall the feeling of magic slipping through her grasp and a terrible, hollow sensation of loss. The last clear image in her mind was the Apparitions, their forms unraveling as if the threads of their existence were coming apart.

When she stumbled out of the cathedral, her Lux was gone. Severed, or so she claimed. Her body bore no apparent wounds, but something inside her had changed. She refused to speak of what truly happened, deflecting questions with vague mentions of failure and betrayal. All that mattered now was finding a way forward—a path that might help her understand what had been done and how to undo it.

Her search became relentless, a desperate hunt for experts in soul magic, artifacts rumored to bridge the gap between mind and spirit, and anyone who could help her piece together what was left of her fractured existence. Latoya was a shadow of who she had been, driven by a singular purpose. Something had been taken from her—or perhaps something had been left behind.

Either way, she would find a way, no matter the cost.

TYPE ⫻ One-Eye-Open/Severed. (?)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Latoya was previously a Black/Pink Adept, or so she claims.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Latoya claims to not have magic, despite still having an Emotional-Field.

LIMITS ⫻ N/A

WEAKNESSES ⫻ N/A.