[CHAR] 'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

Reserved for NPCs/Notables: Will be updated as the game progresses.

The Seven Savants:

Hider

Savant of Conduits - Do you hear it? This is the heartbeat of something beyond life...
Being one of the highest experts and specialists in their field, what sets her above all others is her unique ability to ‘feel their heartbeat’ of machines. All Savants must give up something of their humanity to achieve such prowess, to develop the specialized knowledge needed in their respective arcane sciences. Because of her sheer compassion, she was granted the power to able to rewire, link-up to, and redirect the energy of catalysts in ways the others cannot. Her contributions to the ‘Metal Jackets’ were critical in how far they developed and how easily they operate today, nowhere near as cumbersome and tactile as the earlier designs. As their power sources were made more portable and stable. Some say she is the sole creator of Catalyst energy, but she clams she was not alone. The Savant of Conduits is solely responsible for overseeing the great electrical grid that is the ever-active CTS nodes across the city.

Savantus ex Machina - Tick. Grind. And Wind. All things follow a cycle.
This curious figure is the master of all things machine and of their intricate production and processes. As such, they are one of the head alchemists in the 'Alchemist Foundry' found in the bog-ridden Workshop. Like the Artificer, this title is given to those who are masters at Arcane-smithing, though specifically, in the field of 'Machina Assimulare'. This metal-craft itself is based off the ancient techniques used by the 'Crowned Races', and is one of the core principles in alchemy. Because of their talent, it is said they command the most powerful Hollow Angel, the greatest of the 'Iugis Machina', in the Order. This machina, 'ancient machine', is rumored to be capable of thinking for itself. But do not mistake its basic ability to follow orders to be any sign of 'intelligence'. The advancement of A.I. has been a contentious project throughout the years between Grand Architect and his Savants, being as such failures have plagued them in the past. And continue to do so.

Savant of Arrays - I have seen the misshapen forms. Our roots, our very essence, they have been burned away by the darkness. But with light, we can shine the way back. Follow me to salvation.
Another master of arcane-smithing, albeit, specifically in the line of armaments. Their original purpose was to overseeing the production of experimental powerful arcane weapons and highly destructive payloads. But since then, the role has evolved into also taking the responsibility of organizing the internal security on Reclaimed Terra. It is said, they have an interest in the methods of warfare from the 'Age of Crowns'. Because of this fascination, they take inspiration from our ancestors in great detail and stride, from utilizing their tactics down to the design of power armor, based off of old manuscripts, to even upholding their lofty traditions. Also known as the Chief Commanding Officer of the Ferrus Magistratum.

Savant of the Codex- That which cannot be seen. I have seen. And I shall never unsee...
Perhaps the most mysterious one of them all. Not much is known about the Savant of the Codex, not even from their own brethren. Or themselves, for that matter.

Savant of Oscillation - The black pedals that consumes you in death... Is it not a poetic thing? When you ponder long enough, you realize that there is no actual difference between then and now. Only the present.
The head researcher of the Custodia et Sanitarium occupies this spot, governing the field of Animus, or 'life alchemy', in common. This field is directed at bio-arcane-engineering, the core study behind the 'Redaction' process. But probably most famous for developing the methods for assimilating flesh to metal, resulting in the 'Metal Jackets'. This in part due to aid of the other alchemical fields, and their respective Savants, namely of the 'Machina Assimulare'(which deals in the construction of advanced machinery), and the field of 'Conductis'(which deals in the overall effects and relations of energy, specifically arcane-based). While separate in focus from medical sciences, the achievements in Animus has allowed for great strides and breakthroughs in such areas. The Savant of Oscillation is are also known for heralding the 'Recreation' initiative, a grand-scale project aimed at healing and correcting the environmental damage of the world. All these achievements, combined with their charismatic and virtuous public demeanor, it is not wonder that this Savant is the most highly reputable and favored of all the Savants.

Savant of Frequency/Decay - Remember not of our vows, but of our fates.
If the Custodia et Sanitarium were to have two bipolar sides, the 'Sanitarium' side would be the one of medical research, of breakthroughs, and of humanitarian strides. The side of 'Creation'. This would leave the 'Custodia' on the opposite end, therefore pertaining to 'Destruction'. Alchemists of this department deal with the sanitation and clean-up of the city's wastes, along with handling any sort of disease or viral outbreaks amongst the populous. But disease can also be mental. Prisoners, felons, and the mentally unstable are taken here, deep into the research wards, for rehabilitation and psychological study and healing. As they say. Some conspirators speak of darker, seedier practices, but those rumors are quickly dealt with by the Savant of Oscillation. The head mortician, the Savant of Frequency/Decay, is highly enigmatic and paranoid in nature. It is unclear which title they prefer. But none dare question this fact. Out of pity.

Savant of Allotropy - The Apothos System protects us. Our peerless, selfless savior. And the last part is the most crucial aspect. It asks nothing of us. Nothing at all.
Considered the leader of the Savants, occupying as the Headmaster of the 'Alchemist Foundry'. This title is only gifted to a 'genius' of Alchemy, to a resolute mind who has endeavored to master all its core principles. But that is not all. This being must also possess a command over arcana greater than any of the Savants. This is because they must hold absolute authority over the usage and legitimacy of the pinnacle art of Alchemy; the ‘Transmutation Ars’, an alchemical art that deconstructs objects to a molecular level in order to alter their properties. Such a feat requires vast intrinsic knowledge in both the material world and arcane arts. Since the beginning of the 'Age of Eclipse' and long history of Reclaimed Terra, the Grand Architect, has held this position. Who else to qualify in all such areas than an ascended being, and the very founder of this arcane practice? But recently, in the last century, this title has been bequeathed to another figure in the community. This has raised some conflict between the members, but they have since proved their strength and silenced all qualms. Today, they oversee all important functions across the sprawling city and deal with public relations, much like a president, or governor, would in our own society.

[RyuShura]

"Wait... uhh... hello? Can somebody help me? I can't quite reach the port to download the form. Ah. Thanks, Jung! But uh, maybe let's not tear it out next time."
"Bzzz."
"I know that's not as fun... but..."

Name: Bennie T. Fenerdan and Jung Wallace
Codename: 'Bolt' and 'Jung'
Age: 12 years old. 0 years in the diving business.

Appearance: Got a sketch. hurray!

Hider

Specialty: Mechanic
Talents/Skills:

Hider

Junk-Bot -
"Oh no, Jung! You're dripping again! Yuck. Looks I gotta glue those two bits back together again.... Ah, scraps. All I have is duct tape. Welp. Guess it'll have to do..." -
Since the he was built in a shoddy garage and made purely out of spare parts gathered over the years, the bot 'Jung' has a list of problems that might arise. He might start leaking oil, making the ground slippery and flammable, his arm joints come loose when turning at a certain angles, and sometimes he even begins to make a loud whirring noise when his motors begin to get old. To name just a few. It is a wonder how he even works in the first place given all these problems. Though, because of the way he was built, it allows Jung to be repaired by almost anything.

Almost... Intelligent? -
"The folks back home, they call me a real 'miracle worker'!"
"Bzzz."
"Yes, they do!"
"Bzzz..."
"That's it. When we get home, I'm running you through the oil bath again..."
"Bzzbzz!" -
Most people think that because the hulking robot responds to Bolt, it has a form of A.I. In reality, such technology is simply not possible. Even for the renown Alchemists and their near-boundless resources and expertise. Jung is simply detecting certain phrases and choosing from a script of responses. A sort of advanced form of 'voice command'. That alone is not special. But because of their extremely close bond together, Jung and Bolt have developed an extensive list of responses and commands over the years. With this, he can make Jung do seemingly complicated tasks with just a sentence or phrase.

Nuts, Bolts, and Wheels for Arms -
"Jung! We're gonna be late! Activate: Wheelie Mode!" -
The odd design of Jung's large arched forearms and small legs allow him duck down and semi-transform into a mobile bike. And with a harness grapple built into the robot, this allows the two to zoom up buildings much faster than normal. The plates around Jung's arms are extremely durable too, giving anything they drive into a big, whooping surprise. Bolt hasn't tested this himself, of course. But if the metal can deflect small arms fire, he's pretty sure it'll make a good ramming material. For all intense and purposes, the robot acts as a walking harness unit and personnel carrier. Max capacity of 1.

Family Secret Formula -
"Ugh. More fungus and refuge to refine. Don't ever say I never do anything for you, Jung."
"Bzzz!"
"Aw, shucks. No problem, bud."
Because of the illegal nature of Catalyst powered energy, and the sheer cost, Jung and his family do what most other people do. Collect trash and fungus to turn into ethanol. He has learned the family 'secret', so his bio-fuel is a bit more potent than normal.

Equipment:
"So you got :links, eh? Well, take a gander at my own collection!" - Bolt's trusty, rusty, toolbox. Comes with all the things a typical mechanic needs. Has extra compartments for glue.
"Aha! And here is my most prized possession. Er, don't tell Jung I said that." - A big (compared to the boy) multi-purpose wrench and plasma cutter combo. Has the words, 'Travic', engraved into the handle.

Short History: Jung and Bolt pretty much grew up together. The dinky thing was a gift from his father when his first birthday rolled around. He loved the thing. It was much smaller then, but the boy worked on it endlessly over the years. Maybe the robot even inspired him? Cause ever since the kid could walk, he was already handling a wrench and messing with bolts. Mostly just smashing things though. Namely Jung. But it gave him quite the arm strength. When he actually learned better, he helped his dad out in his bot shop out in District 26. Before he knew it, by the age of 10, he was already doing the things his dad did. Maybe even better. Because of a childhood story his father always told, and his precision with a wrench, everyone knew him as 'Bolt'. Life might've been hard those times, sure. But at least it was full of happiness. Each day, they would work together. But that all changed one day. The tragedy that closed down the District caused the family to lose everything. His father couldn't work anymore because of an injury he suffered during the panicked evacuation, and without any money, Bolt was left to face the world alone.

Misc: People often mistake the two. The boy is 'Bolt' and 'Jung' is his droid.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Cecilia

"...not to alarm you or anything but, there's a spider on your head. Also that thing right there in your hands is a veeery sensitive explosive. Like, don't even move. Or breathe. Just...stand still and pray. Eh? I should have told you about the explosive first? _{where's the fun in that}"

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"Since we're workin' together, you can call me Cecil."
Name:
Cecilia Fleischer
'Cecil'

"They call me 'Traveler'. Probably because I spend more time in the Zone than in the city. I've seen some amazing places in the Zone. I uh, have a tendency to not stay put for long, hehe."
Codename:
'Traveler'

"Been doin' this since I was a kiddo! The Eclipse Zone is a fun place, ain't it? Hey, hold this for me."
Age:
23
13 years experience, since her first sight of the Eclipse Zone at the age of 10.

"Y'know, metal is a lot more attractive than flesh."
Appearance:
Cecil is a product of her environment. Despite some efforts made to maintain her appearance, her physical form leaves a bit to be desired. While she's not what one would call 'ugly' she's not exactly easy on the eyes either. She has several large scars running across her body, most notably on her left side on her abdomen that run between what remains of her leg and arm, and across her stomach. Of course, what most would first notice about her appearance is her left arm and leg have been almost entirely replaced with a 'Metal Jacket' or 'Jack'. The smooth black metal has functioned as her arm and legs ever since she was thirteen and experienced first hand the dangers of the 'Eclipse Zone'. Despite the low-quality of the metal and general low-tech functionality of them, she has sanded down and polished the once rough metal to be more sleek and to fit much better as to not hamper her ability to tinker and move.

Cecilia herself stands at five foot seven, and weighs roughly 152 lbs with her jacket (136lbs without, if they have been removed for whatever reason). and Her skin itself, is pale white, and her long white hair is usually kept clean as possible for one who lives in the slums of the outer rings. She typically dresses in fairly casual attire when not out diving or working, preferring comfortable though fashionable enough clothing for a resident of the outer ring. Doesn't like pants though, for obvious reasons. Difficult to fit around her jacket. When tinkering, diving, or otherwise heading out into the Eclipse Zone, she wears much more practical gear.

The Jacket in question seems to be made of a singular piece, though modified over time to be much less weighty and 'junker' looking. Made of smooth black metal starting at her left foot, the leg moves up to just above where her knee would be if she still had one. From there, it splits off into a 'Harness' of sorts, that curves alongside her hips and up to her waist where more of the black metal secures against her flesh on either side before traveling up her spinal area and branching off to her left arm, with numerous metal plates having fused with her flesh alongside her shoulders and other straps and metal fittings to make sure the Jacket fits properly and doesn't fall. Of course, most of this framework is typically hidden under her clothes. As for the mobility of it - after numerous tweaks and modifications, they function almost exactly as a normal human limb, though they still lack a tactile response.

"Want a gun that shoots fire? How about a shotgun that shoots explosive rounds? Night Vision goggles? Working on making a visor with a working 'HUD'. Wanna help me test? Whaaa? No, it won't accidentally melt your eyes. _{Probably. No refunds. Just sign this liability waiver.}"
Specialty:
Technician.

Talents/Skills:
"After working with machines for awhile, you just start getting a knack for things."
Machine Eye
With a trained enough eye, one is able to determine how a machine or object roughly works simply from seeing it. While not really an in-depth understanding of it, but one develops a knack for understanding certain things. More of a skill that allows one to make 'Educated Guesses' about how something works based on previous experience. All machines usually work under the same basic principles, and understanding such a thing makes it easy to disable even ancient ones in Terra.

"I wonder how much a human can lose and still live with metal...If you ever lose a limb, I can patch ya up with a jack of your own. _{Also no refunds. Juuust sign the legal waiver again. Any experiments won't kill you. Probably.}"
Metallum, Caro
While not exactly trained formally in the field of prosthesis and biology, she does have some understanding of how machine can work with flesh. She's lived with it for near ten years now, after all. She could theoretically likely find a way to do the same to someone else should they desire or lose a limb. This lends her a small understanding of biology and the medical fields. While she's no field medic, she could patch someone up a small bit.
"If you're in the Zone alone, fighting is probably gonna getcha killed."
Silent Running:
She's not a fighter. Well, she does have combat skills as far as some self defense and things go, but she'd much rather not put herself in such danger if she can help it. She can sneak past most human targets easily enough, despite her prosthesis. Inhuman creatures and things, she might have a bit of trouble with but that's a problem she's working on. She can run fairly quietly, and is fairly light and agile on her feet and able to move fairly easily.

"Ever work with Catalysts? Takes a special hand to make 'em, but oh boy are they nifty. Not that hard if you can take one and reverse engineer it. Unstable? Huh? That just makes them more fun to work with."
Catalyst Tech:
To supplement her machines, she's studied how to use Catalysts and make them, and use them for power. She doesn't use something like this often, as it is quite expensive as you might imagine and isn't something she does lightly, except for special projects. Entirely self-taught, by attempting to reverse engineer existing catalysts.
Equipment:

"Built this myself outta an existing stun-baton. Juuust made the base of it metal, made it work with a catalyst for increased and adjustable output...saved me a lot of trouble. Name? Eh, just call it my 'Bash Stick.' What? It's totally a good name!"
Unique Equipment:
Disrpt_Staff(Sys_Ver 1.2)
A rather special item she made to supplement her own forays into the Eclipse Zone. Likely her most advanced piece of tech, aside from her arms and leg. Highly illegal two own something that runs on an A-class catalyst of course, but when you're already a criminal that doesn't matter too much. She crafted it after several trials and attempts to make herself a suitable self-defense weapon and an item that could have uses for something other. The item itself has a sleek, black finish similar to her Jacket. Made so simply because of design and aesthetic choices. The haft is able to be broken down for easy storage.
Sys_Func_incl:
(Sys_BashStick): It doubles as a rather efficient melee weapon. Rather redundant in a world with guns, but its fairly effective at what it does, especially against other creatures out in the Eclipse Zone and sneak/surprise attacks. The weapon is made of pure metal, and extremely sturdy. Creative uses include using it for leverage to help brute-force a door. While she's not going to be fighting if she can help it, the halberd like weapon at least helps deter those in close range. The blade is less for attacking, and more for shoving it into small gaps between metal plates before delivering a paralyzing shock to a machines systems, but is used just as well for making one.
(Sys_Disrpt_Chrg): The weapon's main function, is that of a high powered stun baton is capable of producing an electrical current that runs along the entirety of its metal body. While not lethal to humans in its normal state, it creates a 'Shock' upon impact similar to that of a taser. Unguarded humans are definitely going to be feeling it. The output can be adjusted for high levels, at the cost of draining the Catalyst. Can be used to overload Electronics and disrupt machine functions, and other creative uses.
"Hm. I wonder if I could turn my arm into a laser cannon...or if some sort of localized gravity field would make levitation a thing..."
Metl_Jack(Arm_leg_Sys)
Well. She has metal arms and legs...why not get creative with them? Runs on an A-Class catalyst of course, with some heavy personal modifications. The core is located in a central spot in her jacket, on a space between her shoulder blades. Aside from being repairable and easily sacrificed should she find herself in a precarious situation, they currently don't have too many uses, she of course is always looking for more ways to add to their functionality.
Arm - Tech_Torch(Output_var): Simply put this allows her to use the ends of her fingers as a personal cutting torch with an adjustable power setting. Able to cut panels off of walls at its lowest setting, and able to melt someones face off at the highest setting. Mostly utility usage, but able to be used as an effective deterrent in a pinch.
Leg - Vectr_Chnge: Her left leg is able to produce 'burst' of energy outward from the heel. A more versatile ability than some might think, as it is strong enough to slow ones fall if used carefully. Able to assist in movement if used carefully, and getting hit with the blast is equivalent to a strong punch. Shouldn't be used to slow falls over four stories, as the user will still probably be in not so good shape

"This hunk of junk? 'head Exploder' Modified standard semi-auto pistol. Took out the semi auto, adjusted the barrel size, made some stabilizers...you wanna shoot something, oh boy you'll hit it and whatever's behind it. Maybe should think about custom bullets...Explosive? Explosives are always fun."
Hed_Expl
A modified pistol, designed to function with an A-Rank catalyst. Fires high-powered physical projectile. Low rate of fire, high accuracy and power.
"My goggles? Good for welding and eye protection. Made 'em able to see in the dark pretty well too! Not the best night-vision out there, but hey, better than having a torch. Probably. Usually. as long as y'know, they don't break. Always carry a backup."
Tech_Gog(Low_Ver)
A set of protective goggles to be used when welding or cutting metals with her arm. Protects from harsh light conditions and is able to have an adjustable low-light setting.

Standard Equipment:
"I got some flame bombs...explosives...couple of custom stuff. Need to stun a War-Forged? Heh, I got ya. Just press this button, throw, and anything that runs on electricity is gonna cry."
Proximity Mines/Grenades:
A grenade that unleashes a powerful disruptive electrical charge. Used as a grenade usually, but can be modified by pressing a button to switch to a 'proximity mine' mode. Comes in a variety of different uses. EMPs, Standard Explosive, Shrapnel, and Flash-bang. She can craft these fairly easily on the fly, with the proper materials.
Divers harness:
Standard Issued divers harness. Grappling hooks, etc. The standard fare. Has been modified slightly to work better with her Jacket.
Tech Gear:
A standard set of wire cutters, pliers, and other small tools kept in a bag around her waist for tinkering and other things. It's where she keeps most of her tools when not in use. Useful tools for any sort of tech work.
"Hey hey, we're friends right? Then you mind pressing that big red button for me? Pfft, dangerous? No no! You won't explode horribly or anything! _{Probably...either that or it'll activate that giant machine back there.}"

Personality:
Despite her somewhat maimed appearance and otherwise not exactly nice quality of life, Cecil is a friendly soul. Perhaps a bit odd to most people in this sprawling dark metropolis, but for whatever reason Cecil keeps a friendly and otherwise non-hostile demeanor to most people. Of course, she just doesn't understand why people themselves upset, down, or let themselves get down by needless trivialities. She herself, always keeps her eyes on that supposed tower in the horizon, and moves forwards. She is ever curious about anything she can see and get her hands on, and always loves to learn how things tick, or to make them better. Has a bit of a mischievous streak in her, and will jokingly hand someone a live explosive or otherwise joke about such things.

Of course, she isn't a complete little ball of sunshine. While she does have an intense curiosity about her, she has trouble actually caring about other people. If anything, while she will have a friendly chat and make 'friends' with just about anyone...truthfully, she couldn't care less about them. Perhaps it was from a young age and some trauma or something, but she in fact, does not like most people. She'd prefer to spend her time among the ruins of the old world, fixing machines and discovering their secrets than hanging around with people. If, perchance, she could learn something about a machine or other piece of technology at the cost of human life - she wouldn't hesitate.

To her, human life is secondary above her desire to learn about machines and how they work.
Been in the Zone since I was a kiddo, really. Nothing other than that matters, does it?"

Short History:

"Fuck...what the hell happened here?"

"Looks like you after you decide to get friendly with the other customers at the bar after drinking too much."

"Oi, fuck you mate. Not my fault them jaggoffs pissed me off."

"Can it you two. Lets see if there's any salvage around here. Don't think whoever was here is going to miss it-"

"I wouldn't be too sure...boss! Got a live one!"

"Gods...that's bad...HEY! Bring the medical supplies! Help me get this off of her!"

"Easy there, kid, you're gonna be just fine...what's your name?"

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Cecilia lost her parents when she was thirteen. Job occupation? Illegal divers. Runs in the family, really. Her parents did it, and so did her grandparents, and great-grand parents supposedly. Not that she ever met any of them. Illegal diving was often dangerous as was it rewarding. If it wasn't the monsters or beasts out there beyond the relative safety of the city, it was the environment itself fighting against you.

She herself, was lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for a team of sanctioned divers happening upon the scene that had a first-rate field medic with them, she wouldn't be alive to day. Lost an arm and a leg, but alive at least. This might have deterred others from such an occupation, but Cecil? Well, she loved it. She couldn't just not do it. After recovering, the leader of the team that took her in raised her as his own. It wasn't a perfect life, considering just how bad they had it in the slums but it was fun, nonetheless. She focused on her tinkering and building skills, and she made constant trips to the Eclipse Zone without his knowledge.

When She finally got old enough to make her own way, well, she's still out there and still find the Eclipse Zone much more to her liking than the crowded streets of the city. She jumps at any chance to explore it.

Misc:
- Ambidextrous
- Has a 'Nervous Tick' of fiddling with the settings on her jacket. Can be seen doing that whenever she's thinking.

[FourthKing]

Kane Harkess

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Kane Harkess

_{"When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste your time doing every monstrous thing."}

Codename:
The Baron; Baron

Age:
24

Specialty:
Artificer

Talents/Skills:
"I run these streets." ~ Kane learned to fend for himself form a young age, he might not be the most academically gifted, but he has years worth of street smarts. Traits that branch from this range from his experience with brawling, thievery and sleight of hand, to cold-reading people.

"The Baron hears everything..." ~ Kane is known for his connections in the Outer Ring, his old stomping ground. He's a master of knowing secrets while keeping his own.

"If you ever see Baron afraid, run, because it probably isn't human." ~ Kane is known for his cunning and relaxed personality. Being a former gang leader, Kane is used to being in control and always planning ahead, it's rare to catch him off guard. He's one to acknowledge his own fears, but persist despite them. Kane's probably haunted by his own sins more than anything else the world can throw at him.

_{"There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken."}


Equipment:

~ Harness System: Like most divers, Kane uses a Harness that includes an Exo-rigg with a built in Echo-box. Unlike other harnesses though, instead of using his Torch, Kane opts to use high powered night vision glasses, he finds them less clunky.

~ Gas Mask System: Used to filter the dusty or sometimes dangerous air in the Zone, Kane's is black in color, which fits perfectly to his night-vision glasses, and connects to his Harness system, like the rest of his system.

~ Backpack: Kane carries a pack when he goes diving to hold rations, extra survival supplies, and any trinkets or items he finds worthwhile.

~ Brass Knuckles (Bone & Blood): From where Kane grew up in the Outer Rings, protecting oneself was a constant battle and fighting over territory or rations was not out of the ordinary. These were his preferred method of getting his message across. One's painted white and the other is painted ruby red, hence the names.

~ Semi-Automatic Pistol: The Baron knows what it's like to bring a knife to a gun fight, having learned this, he normally carries the latter on him at all times. He normally keeps spare magazines on his person in case of an extended conflict.

:Links

~ Personal Shield-I: When utilized, this Relic protects Kane's body. It's a transparent shield, though the ring on his right hand will glow a soft gold color when the shield is activated. It can withstand up to 10 bullets before shutting down to recharge. (Recharge: 5 Minutes)

~ Flame Caller-III: This Relic gives Kane pyrokinetic abilities. Obviously, while the Relic is in use he's resistant to fire. Kane normally utilizes this ability by creating and hurling balls of fire, creating small blasts of flames, or heating objects up until they melt or boil. This Relic is manifested as two steel-like arm guards that nearly cover Kane's wrists to forearms. When activated, the gauntlets will emit a soft red glow from the code etched into the material. These guards also act as protection for the covered area, due to the Relic being highly durable. (Recharge: 30 seconds)

Personality:
Cold, cunning, ambitious, all words that frame the picture, "The Baron," Kane, has created for himself. Kane isn't one to tell much about himself, because in his line of work, keeping secrets was everything. Kane has a quite reserved social nature, but he's always alert and observing. And he hates being late or having to wait on people. Loyalty is held in high regards by Kane, a prominent value in his former gang, The Crows. The most defining aspect of Kane though, would have to be his ambition. He's a man with goals, who's adamant about following through with them.

Short History(Optional):
Most of what people know about the Baron's past is rumors that he has neither confirmed or denied. Some say he's an orphan from the Outer Rings while other claim he's a demon from the Abyss. Kane's been hustling since he was old enough to pickpocket and commit petty thievery. He's had a clear goal in mind ever since he saw a Lord in person, Kane wants nothing more than to retire to a life of luxury and relaxation, and for that he needs money. Being the cunning, ruthless man that he is, the Baron began to sell something more powerful than cash or lifted purses, he sold secrets. Over the years he created a network of people who knew how to get information, Kane had a heavy hand in the workings of the black market and had a nice stake of territory for himself and his gang, The Crows, by the time he was a teenager. His years as a gang leader went without a hitch, until he met her. Falling in love was never one of Kane's goals, but it happened, and people found out. Soon enough Baron had a woman and a child, who he fiercely protected, but it also made him weak. So when they were slaughtered in front of him over a long-standing territory disagreement, it's no wonder he disappeared afterwards, leaving The Crows leaderless. Kane has been laying low, presumably plotting against the rival clan that took his wife and son, but now he's back, with plans of becoming a Diver? One thing is obvious, some way, no matter what sins he might commit, there will be a reckoning for the murder of his family.

Miscellaneous: This is an odd one but Kane has this tic where he constantly needs to keep his hands clean. He'll normally carry around a small bottle of antiseptic around with him and wash them occasionally. When prompted as to why he does it, he dodges the question. Kane is also an avid smoker and drinker.

[Avice]

Sophia/Summoner

"Truth can only be found in one place: the code."

NAME:

Sophia

CODENAME:

Summoner / Knower of Names

AGE:

~24 years old (~15 year as a diver)

APPEARANCE:

Sophia has a slender, elfin build, and a decidedly otherworldly appearance. She has freckled, light brown skin and brilliant violet eyes, that only shine bright with interest when she's gazing into the code of the Hieracon. Her hair is colored a gentle shade of blue and it rarely if ever reaches much further than her shoulders. Although typically blue is an artificial color, there is no sign that the Cipher's azure locks have ever been touched by a coloring dye.

While Spohia is unmarked by any ink or identifiable scars, she has had a septum piercing for as long as anyone can remember.

The young Cipher is an impractical dresser at the best of times, favoring beautiful sweeping dresses, elegant gowns, intricate long skirts, pretty blouses, and generally anything that would seem impractical or far too formal for a diver to wear. Somehow, mysteriously, very mysteriously, her attire does not appear to impede her movements through the Eclipse Zone in even the slightest way.

If absolutely necessary, Sophia can be convinced to wear something boring and plain, such as pants.

SPECIALITY:

Cipher

TALENTS/SKILLS

"To call up a demon you must learn its name. Men dreamed that, once, but now it is real in another way. You know that, Sophia. Your business is to learn the names of programs, the long formal names, names the owners seek to conceal. True names . . ."

TECHNOMANCER
"You don't get it, sir, she doesn't just understand the Hieracon, she's connected to it somehow."
"T- That's not possible."
"I know, it shouldn't be, but it is. Look at these readings, look at the pattern in the code, it's changing, she's changing it."
"Apothos protect us!"

➜ Extended exposure to the Abyss has changed Sophia at the very core of her being and she has developed a powerful connection to the Hieracon and any ancient machinery that still runs on it.

ANALYTICAL MIND
"Look, she may be crazy, but her mind is sharp, real sharp, just give her a puzzle, and you'll see what I mean."

➜ Sophia possess an uncanny ability to logically analyze information and to deduce solutions to complex problems.

CODESLINGER
"Hmmm...this is interesting, very interesting, it's some of the oldest Hieracon I've ever seen. Where did you find it?"
"Don't worry about that, just tell me, can you figure out what it means?"
"No, this is way above my pay grade, friend."
"Shit. Know anyone else?"
"Ask Sophia, the Summoner...if anyone can tell you, it's her."

➜ Sophia has a remarkable gift for interpreting complex glyphs and deciphering lines of Hieracon code that leave even the most talented of Ciphers puzzled.

EIDETIC MEMORY
"Alright, Miss Know-It-All! What's the one hundred thirty-second word of the Codex Historia?"
"Eldritch."
"She's right!"
"Saviors. I can't believe it. How could she remember?"
"I told you...but you wouldn't listen."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, just take the ration and shut it."

➜ Perhaps as a result of her particularly strange neural structure, Sophia has a prodigious memory and can instantly recall facts, dates, numbers, or anything else she has seen or heard.

SPEED READING
"How long will it take you to read that code!?"
"Look, Jon, relax, it's going to take her some time to open the door, there's thousands of line of Hieracon to check..."
"We don't have time! Those monsters are going to-"
"Done."
"What?"
"I'm finished, we can go now."

➜ Sophia can read text and code at a rate that seems positively inhuman, a trait that serves her well in her capacity as a Cipher.

EQUIPMENT:

➜ Ultralight Diver Harness (exo-rig w/ grapple lines, torch, and Echo-box)
➜ A Broken Pocket-watch (Gold)
➜ A Basic Respirator/Gas Mask
➜ A Blue Umbrella

:LINKS

SUMMONER LVL III ➜ Sophia has carried this particular relic with her for some years. Retrieved from a long forgotten tomb in the Eclipse Zone, she has since modified the relic via her Cipher ability, making it capable of summoning not just one but several ethereal entities to do her bidding.

PERSONALITY:

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
"Do you think there are any more relics behind that door?"
"I don't know Sophia, but we're not here to find out."
"Why not? It wouldn't take me long to open it."
"This was a military base, that's a blast door, I don't want to find out what War-Forged monstrosity is waiting behind it."
"Why not? Don't you want to know?"

➜ Sophia is curious, especially about anything related to the ancient ancestors, and she's willing to do almost anything to satisfy this curiosity.

LESS THAN SOCIAL
"Talk is cheap. Show me the code."

➜ Sophia, like many Ciphers, is not always the most social of people, and generally prefers the company of clever lines of code.

RECKLESS
"Get down, Sophia!"
"I have to get to the terminal!"
"YOU IDIOT! GET ON THE GROUND! THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US!"
"But the terminal-"
"What goods the terminal if you're dead?"
"I have to know, I have to know what's on there, I can hear it, speaking to me, it wants me to save it."
"What!?"

➜ In pursuit of ancient technology, information or Hieracon, Sophia is completely and utterly reckless, seemingly untouched by fear or any concern for her own safety.

BOUTS OF MADNESS
"Yes, that shade of blue is quite lovely."
"Ummm...Sophia? Who are you talking to?"
"An old friend."
"Sophia, dear, there's no one here."
"Beatrix, don't be ridiculous, just because you can't see him doesn't mean he's not real."

➜ Long talks with what appear to be imaginary friends is generally frowned upon once one is older than twenty, Sophia, however, doesn't appear to pay this social norm much mind.

EMPATHETIC
"Here."
"What is it?"
"It's a relic, I altered it, it's better now."
"Thanks?"
"Sell it. It should be enough to buy you a new arm."

➜ For a Cipher, Sophia is oddly good at understanding the feelings and thoughts of other people. Most of the time, this only means that she can avoid undue attention, but on occasion Sophia will actually show genuine kindness to those around her, a rarity among Ciphers.

SHORT HISTORY:

"My past is the Hieracon, my present is the Hieracon, and my future is the Hieracon...all else is an illusion."

Born in a bustling trading port of the Sprawling City, Sophia has long since forgotten the faces of her parents and siblings, much less the name of the unremarkable settlement that spawned her. Of her early life, she remembers precious little, save for the smell of baking bread and the ballad of an ancient bard.

Sophia manifested her powers as a Cipher at an early age, but when exactly, she doesn't remember, time, time has precious little meaning to those attuned to the mysteries of the Hieracon. However, her earliest memories are of the Eclipse Zone and the strongest are inseparable from her memories of the Hieracon. She has been a diver, both sanctioned and unsanctioned for most of her life, unquestioningly accepting any job that will allow her to once more venture into the heart of the Eclipse Zone, no matter the risk, no matter the price, and no matter the punishment.

With each dive Sophia seems to lose a little bit more of herself to the arcane code of the ancestors and she returns a little bit less human each time. She has survived, but she has changed, and she continues to change with each step she takes deeper into the Abyss.

MISCELLANEOUS:

To understand, to not just see, but to truly understand the source code of the Hieracon requires a great sacrifice, not of riches or gold, but of the mind, and perhaps of the soul eternal. Sophia, like all other Ciphers, has already paid this heavy price, and the very neuronal connections of her brain have been forged for one purpose, for one singular, maddening goal, to understand the arcane symbols and ancient code of the Hieracon.

Divorced from the reality of mundane humans, Sophia lives in a world of her own choosing, holding animated discussions with enigmatic entities that no one else can perceive, much less communicate with or understand, and losing herself in the language of a long dead civilization. Retaining some of her humanity, Sophia can, to the surprise of many, nonetheless gets along well with other people and she is capable of passing for a neurotypical human, at least for a time. However, she rarely engages with other human beings, apart from when it is absolutely necessary, as she finds them, on average, to be far less talented conversationalists than the cryptic creatures of her mind.

Sophia has an obsession with discovering and recording the the true names of other beings, believing that knowledge of the true name of any creature will give her power over them. When left to her own devices, she often recites, barely above a whisper, the long list of names she has collected to herself. Many if not most of these names are clearly human in nature, but others make little sense and sound...wrong...very wrong...as if they were words never intended for human beings to speak to begin with.

[RumikoOhara]

Opps!

LOL silly me

[ReusableSword]

Isaac Warnock

“If it’s stupid but it works, it’s not stupid”

Name: Isaac Warnock

Codename: Bear

Age: 25

Diver Experience: 10 years

Portrait

Physical Description:

Isaac stands 6’3” and weighs roughly 200 Lbs. of strong able bodied man. He keeps his dark brown hair short but scruffy and normally has some facial hair but tries to keep it shaved. He has several long scars across his body from both diving accidents and from injuries suffered on the streets. His appearance like most is rough, for example the old trench coat he wears is torn and stitched in several places with the odd bit of metal here and there for armor.

Personality:

To say Isaac is a bit protective isn’t entirely correct, he has a heart of gold when it comes to orphan children and is protective of them and those few he considers friends. However, he will be friendly towards others but will hold off on calling them friends till he feels they are worth trying to spend time on being friends. He can be quiet at times or very vocal, normally he won’t try to take control of a group or anything but will be pushy to make sure he gets his fair share.

Specialty: Crasher

Talents/Skills:

No like this it’s easier this way: Isaac is a natural engineer and tinkerer, normally finding new and more efficient ways for things to work, build, or repair. This allows him to add to, repair, and swap out components on his armor to make the most of a Catalyst.

“As long as it works, I don’t care if it looks good”

Magpies of the outer ring: The orphans he cares for and trains, to steal and scavenge, often bring him strange things. Most things are junk or just look cool to the kids, but occasionally they bring him something good or something he can use with his things.

“Magpies adore shiny things”

Been on my knees 6 but gotten up 7 times: he can get hit and keep going, his suit and even himself is modified to be strong and resilient and normally can take a few good hits before faltering. This is not to say he’s invincible, he just has grater pain tolerance than most and the things he builds can weather the storm.

“This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.”

To hell and back: Isaac has a knack for keeping his composure in even the worst situations, whether it be during an interrogation or in the middle of a bloody shootout. You can count on him to keep a level head and keep everyone as safe as he can.

“Aiming for heaven though serving in hell”

Equipment:

Basic Gear:
- Basic medical kit. You know just in case.
- Extra food rations. Tries to get the unflavored ones, all you have to get over is the texture.
- Water collection unit. Dehydration ain't no joke.
- Repair and armor modification kit. Sometimes things wear out or something better comes along.
- Echo-box modified. Works better in the helmet.
- Hand held welder and plasma cutter. For those hard to get through areas.

Unique Gear:

Armored Exo-suit:

the suit works as a suit of armor pared with a harness, not as heavy as a power suit but light and strong enough to be a good fit for an illegal diver.

Specific Modifications:
- Armored catalyst back pack. The power source that brings life to the whole deal.
- 4 shoulder mounted torches.
- Air purification system. A gas mask that takes out most pollutants if any exists and notify the wearer of any abnormal airborne substances.
- Exoskeleton support system. An array of assisted mechanical servos and joints to assist the wearer with movement and strength.
- Auto tint lenses. To block out harmful radiation when welding.
- Integrated Exo-Rigg with stronger tension scaling wires to support the user while climbing.
Weapons:
- Climbing ax’s, used both offensively and as an aid while climbing he’s very handy with them.
- Damaged arcane pistol, it would do more damage if it wasn’t damaged itself and it needs to charge before every shot but at least he doesn’t need to worry about ammo.
- Collapsible shield, the shield although riddled with damage is very useful when it comes to protecting oneself and it collapses into a neat long piece of metal that fixes itself very nicely to the back.

Short History:
Growing up wasn’t that interesting for him, grew up in an orphanage after his mother disappeared and his father died while diving. He grew up with the other orphans, fought with them, struggled with them, laughed with them, and lived with them. Eventually when he turned 15 he began to drop down into the eclipse, divers they were called. Sometimes sanctioned but mostly it wasn’t. He did this for a good reason, he was running an orphanage with the other orphans he called his family, and he was the major bread winner in their broken and jarred family. This isn’t something he tells a lot of people, and they try to stay neutral with all the local gangs while teaching the orphans they house about how to live and survive on the streets.

Misc:
He tends to collect anything that can be used as a toy for the kids or if it’s something he thinks they might like. It should also be noted that the children he takes care of refer to him as Papa bear.

Theme song

Jericho by Celldweller
https://youtu.be/4QDluHk0heA

[Excal]

Freya Yrsal

FREYA YRSAL

PHILOSOPHY

Let everything that's been planned come true.

Let them believe.

And let them have a laugh at their passions.

Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world.

And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing.

When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible.

When he dies, he is hard and insensitive.

When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies.

Hardness and strength are death's companions.

Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being.

Because what has hardened will never win. - Tarkovsky

CODENAME:

The Guide.

AGE:

35 years old. (4 years as a diver) (15 years as an exile)

APPEARENCE:

Freya is a stocky woman, with a kind, soft face peppered with freckles, lightly tanned, and animated by a gentle smile, and eyes that take in the world with dazed pecularity.

Her hair is mangled and wild, a fiery red tied in a half-assed pony-tail or let free. Her left eye is milky white, the skin around it pink and hard, the burn scar twisting into lightening patterns.

Her hands are rough and calloused, experienced with hard work and climbs. Various faint scars paint her freckled body, the simple cuts and bruises of someone who wanders tight places far too often.

She wears sturdy and thick work clothing, strapped with pouches and bags full of tools, kits, rations, and anything useful, yet able to maneuver and climb with the load easily. Some of her patchwork outfit appears a strange hue of scaly purple or crimson, the hide and coloration of creatures of the abyss.

SPECIALITY:

Collector

Skills and Mutations

"Listen to the Zone, she is harsh but fair, and ultimately desires discovery.

Hear the song of Ash. That is not the painful scream of our ancestor's sins, but the birth cry of a new world.

Come and have your fill and I will light your way through the darkness.

So that you may share her bounty with the others.

And fear not a painful descent, but rejoice.

For there is no death in the Abyss."

SKILL: ZONE HABITANT

Having lived in the Zone for practically a decade, Freya has developed an in-depth knowledge of traversing it's dangerous network of pathways, and an intuition with it's magical elements.

SKILL: ZONE HUNTER

Having learned to thrive in the Zone, she posses an intimate knowledge of various Zone fauna and flora, their properties and behaviour, and treatments of any special toxins or attacks.

She can utilize some of the flora for unique effects... and sometimes simply for recreational purposes.

SKILL: FIELD MEDIC

Given she has dedicated her life to escorting Divers safely through the zone, she has extensively expanded her knowledge, through study and experience, of treating injuries and ailments.

MUTATION: WHISPERS OF THE ABYSS

Ever since the incident, her mind has been plagued with visual and auditory hallucinations that guide her through the Zone's depths, inspiring in her a religious devotion. While others may be mechanically attuned, unearthing the old world, she is sensitive to the new chaotic magic that is taking over the ruins of the past.

Those who stay in her presence begin to experience the same over a long term (aka after months).

MUTATION: ZONE STALKER

Touched by some strange magic that has altered her, and therefore banished her from civilization, Freya is able to traverse the Zone with her presence effectively "invisble" from it's inhabitants. Be it ancient machine or animal, she can hide her presence from their senses (not actually invisible), though only if they were un-aware already.

She can extend this magic to her companions, but only for a brief time. Extensive magic on others seems to cause extreme stress and agitation, nullifing the effect.

EQUIPMENT:

1) Old diver harness, jury-rigged and customised over time: Exo-rig, grappling lines, torch, modified Echo-box with greater range (a favor from a thankful Diver).

2) Simple repair tool box.

3) Gas mask and kit, repaired countless times.

4) Large first aid kit, carrying standard first aid gear and personally made antidotes and remedies to both common ailments and those specific to the Zone.

5) Camping equipment. Rolled up sleeping bag, tent shroud, cooking equipment and lantern, a small battery box holding a thumb sized Class A catalyst.

6) Skinning knife, fashioned from the claws of some beast.

7) Customized, old bolt action rifle (non-catalyst), modified to shoot darts instead of bullets, adorned with various feathers and carved images along the wooden handle. Comes with a scope.

:LINKS

• PRESTIDIGITATION LVL 1: Allows one to create a sensory illusion carrying a minor heat signature (if needed) at a location in line of sight, or apply a change in temperature over a small area.
• LEVITATION LVL 1: Gives a user or target brief flight, slows descent, very slow ascend. Similar to low gravity.
• SHIELD LVL 1: Creates a protective field, able to withstand moderate force.
• ENCHANCE LVL 1: Bolsters a user or target with greater stamina, strength, and speed for a short time.
• HEAL LVL 2: Heals moderate to heavy wounds, inducing rapid regeneration. Requires a cooldown of a day to a week depending on wound healed.

PERSONALITY

ZONE DISCIPLE

Freya holds a deep reverence for the zone, although not for the old technology itself. She believes the wild magic that has torn apart the world is the primal energy of the world renewing itself, and humanity must embrace pure magic once more or be swept away with the past.

She believes the "influence" of the Zone can be spread through sheer exposure. The more time people spend in the Zone, the more people there are in the Zone, the more the Zone's magic takes root in the Sprawling City. More mutations, more strange events. The Zone must be let in.

That is why it is vital that more relics and exposed Divers be safely brought back into the city.

ANARCHIST

Freya, even before her religious transformation, has held a deep resentment of the Sprawling City's authoritarian structure. First for it's enforced poverty of Divers and the Outer Ring, then for killing her mother. Before she wanted the people rise, now she wants every piece of it's walls to fall, and will gladly help all efforts of unrest, even acts of terrorism.

CALM OF THE AESTHETIC ASCETIC

Even in childhood Freya was a peculiar child, holding a deep fascination for the texture of the world. Where other children wanted games or drama, she wanted to simply sit and stare at some interesting object, or even person. She didn't speak for so long they thought her dumb. She never cared for personal gain, and loved to listen to others tell their troubles or cares, but barely talked herself.

Her father taught her to work carfully and with respect for whatever she did, slow quality over quick results. Her mother taught her endurance and tenacity.

After the incident, she lost her fear of death.

All this has led to a calm, stoic disposition, giving her the appearence of intense thought and discipline, even in traumatic or dangerous situations, when merely she is detached, but not disconnected.

POLITICAL EMPATHY

Freya appears to have a deep kindness for others, showing a level of concern, trust, and loyalty for Divers under her guide that can be called either childishly naive or creepy. Most would say she's too friendly, actively greeting all Divers with uncomfortable displays of excessive affection. Even those Divers who hurt or abandoned her out of greed or survival found themselves still treated like dear friends if they ever met her again.

Although she does genuinly hold intimate emotions for others, all this is in service of the greater good of her faith. The livelihood of all Divers is central to her vision of the future.

HISTORY:

“A spirit cries, entangled by the weeds.

They grew from seeds nourished by blackness.

Their poison stuns. They bind in shackles, like horrors sealed in the pyramids.

But neither fire-born marble nor granite can make a frame immune to the power of the flows of ageless primal lava that flows through our veins and fills us with might.

The tomb of suns, the urn of dead world's ash... The corpse of moon and Saturn's lifeless flesh is set in mind and taken by the heart.

In dying stars, life is born anew...but spirit's force is granted to a few, who hold life's transcendent pains apart." - Voloshin's Corona Australi

In a metallic shanty slum beneath layers of urban sprawl in District 26, there was a quant small shack nestled against the thick District wall. Unassuming, there lay beneath its plain floorboards a two story underground apartment furnished with luxuries and appliances more expected of an upper class home.

There lived Freya's parents. Her mother was an illegal diver, prolific in her achievments and passionate about the Zone. Her father was a weapon mechanic, servicing the tools of her mother's crew. She inherited her mother's love of the fantastic and her will, and her father's simple tastes and calm nature.

When her mother died, shot while caught in a raid on an illegal passage into the city, Freya handled her grief like many adolescents: with rage and mischief.

Her father managed to hide them deeper in the District, but Freya had begun to join political gangs. It was somewhat fashionable for the youth of Outer Ring districts to go through a phase of faux rebellion against the authorities, mostly in the form of bitching masqarading as exploration of dangerous political ideas and thrilling vandalism, before falling in line in fear of both the Magistratum and the outside world.

Freya took it further though, joining illegal protests, acts of hit and run aggrivation and sabotage on Magistratum forces patrolling less secure areas, culminating in a public bombing. Her father, fearing for her capture, had her immediatly taken on as an illegal diver on her mother's old crew as a favor, getting her out of thr city as soon as possible.

In the Zone, her grief and rage transformed into her mother's old passion, and diving became not just an act of adventure, but a way of getting closure.

Initially she followed instructions to the letter, but as the years went by she became more and more reckless, infatuated by the Zone's mysteries and morbid beauty, straying from the group more and more often.

One fateful day, her father joined them in a dive, tasked to operate a complex drill to break into a vault. As she came to often do, she went ahead of the group in it's careful operation. Her father chased after her, and the two were ambushed in a jagged corridor by a strange beast with many appendages, like a mammalian centipede.

Chasing them, they fell through a broken floor into a wide chasm, where stood a large, luminiescent biomechanical tree with leaves of silver, it's limbs breaking into the walls around. Her foot caught on a branch and she lay there hanging upside down, watching the bleeding, unconscious form of her father below.

Shd screamed her throat bloody for help. For hours, none answered. Stained with tears and losing consciousness, etheriel tendrils wrapped around her form.

[+]

Visions of the world and the Abyss and the far spiral assaulted her, and a soft, eldritch voice with a proposition.

Saving her father's life, for her devotion.

She agreed.

Awakening after unknown time, her father was gone. She was still in the tree, but on a bed of branches far closer to the ground. Climbing off, she began her life as a hermit of the Zone, guided by it's texture and whispers, her religious quest forming after some time. She never did find that tree again. Or her father.

As the years went by, she became something of a local legend among certain crews that travelled her area. In exchange for her aid, which included fixing and supplying diver checkpoints and supply drops in addition to her guidance, they supplied her with gear, repair, books, but often she asked for nothing in return.

Only that everyone returned from the Zone.

MISCELLANEOUS:

Once in a while over the years, if an intimate spark forms between her and a male Diver, she will use the connection to get pregnant. Once her child is born, she travels to a nearby illegal checkpoint and gives them the child to take to an orphanage in the city.

She does this because her offspring are born with mutations.

She discovered this initially when she had a child by accident and sought to raise her in the Zone, discovering her magical affinity after some 8 years. The implications struck her and she had her taken an orphanage through illegal divers soon after.

She had 2 more offspring in the years since.

Hearing of the recent witch phenomena and the chaos of District 26, she hopes her efforts had played a part.