[CHAR] Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

[Letter Bee]

Name: John Green

Age: 16

Physical Description:


Important items:

Nemesis Kalis

A techno-magical weapon with a nigh-weightless blade of Perfected Electrum, the Nemesis Kalis is attuned to the psyche of the person holding it; said person can make the blade either sharp enough to cut diamond or release waves of silvery-white light that inflict damage unhealable by magic. Also, all Nemesis Weapons can project a magical shield that can withstand railgun bullets and even one or two volleys of plasma; perhaps more if the user has plenty of Mana (magical energy).

Not merely that, but the blade, when taken by a person other than Green, turns as heavy as a block of lead and automatically dulls its blade. This restriction can be gotten around by having Green give the blade willingly or 'willingly'; the blade then works for the person whom the blade was gifted to.

Other player characters are allowed to have one Nemesis Weapon each.

Coilgun Pistol - A pistol that uses electromagnetic technology to launch metal bullets at a fraction of the speed of light.

Ballistics Vest - An undershirt of soft but tough materials surrounding a core of armored dura-ceramic plates that can withstand a few pistol shots.

Galactic Credits - A few thousand credits in digital form given by the former Rau've warden.

Graphene Skeleton - Technically not a piece of equipment, but still important enough to be noted. John's bones were replaced with Graphene, a material used in carbon-fibre armor, using nanotechnology. This makes him stronger, tougher, and able to inflict injury even when unarmed.

Short Bio: John Green was born to a middle-class family, with a high level of physical and mental intelligence. Excelling at school, it was anticipated he would end up with a University scholarship by the time he reached eleven. Then, the Ascendancy, after ramping up years of Anti-Alien rhetoric, used a series of border incidents with the Rau've and Kaisoken to launch a war of conquest against them, a war that John avidly followed from the news. Every victory - and there were plenty of early victories - excited him, as well as developments in military hardware. The only downside was that he would have to wait a few more years to study at the University of Alpha Centauri. Or at least, that's what he thought.

One day, while travelling to an amusement park, John vanished, being snatched away by unknown abductors. Whisked away to an Ascendancy Black Site, John, then thirteen, was forced to give up what possessions and mementos of his former life were on his person, before being experimented on. His bones were replaced with Graphene, his blood infused with Kaisoken dust, and all sorts of intrusive tests and examinations conducted on him before he was then thrown into 'special forces training'. There, his illusions of the Ascendancy's benevolence now shattered, John was taught how to fight and use weapons, as well as survive harsh environments. He also learned how to tap into the 'Magic' he now had, as well as use a Nemesis Weapon.

When the time came for him to be thrown into the fighting, Green (for that was his callsign then) was thrown into another level of hell, where he had to kill or be killed. And so he had to kill, and get good at it as fast as possible. So life, for him, became a blur of combat actions, depression, occassional friendships, and losses. Then came the Battle of Proxima, where the Ascendancy of Man, reeling from recent defeats, made a final stand. Green was deployed on a boarding action against the enemy flagship, where after inflicting losses against the enemy, he was captured by overwhelming Rau've forces, who injected him with a tranquilizer that cannot be nullified even by Change magic.

When he woke up, he was in a prison camp, with a collar of plant matter and crystal around his neck that prevented him from using magic. The walls were padded, he had no armor or weapons, and no convinient air vents. It was clear; he was a captive. And so he did the only thing he could; cry. Everything was lost; innocence, family, and possibly friends and life. And so he glumly waited for his punishment; it didn't come.

His jailors came to him, gradually allowing him freedom of the prison camp, books to read, puzzles to play with, and the opportunity to talk with his fellow prisoners. And for a time, he was happy. But a question sat at the back of his mind: Why would his own country, his own species, do such things to him? How could they?

And so, when the Rau've made the offer of a new home, John politely rejected it. While his teammates wanted revenge, he wanted closure; he wanted to confront the source of his torments because that was the only way he can be free from it. And that argument was accepted; he and those with him would be allowed to go as they will...

Spell List:

Supernal Vision (High) - John Green can see all Magic, identify what School it is, and the strength of the spell.

Healing Spray (Life) - John can release a blue-green spray of healing algae from his body that knits wounds, replenishes blood, and repairs bones, even ones replaced with graphene as long as they belong to a living person/creature.

Exceptional Skill List:

Exceptional Swordsmanshipx2.

Exceptional Survival.

Exceptional Guns.

[Styrgwyr]

Name:
Siara Volnert

Age:
16

Physical Description:
Siara has sandy-blonde hair that cascades all the way down to her waist, her wide light brown eyes still project a hint of innocence even after all that has happened. She stands at 5'3" feet and possesses a mass of 60 kilos, all implants and enhancements, excluding her nemesis weapon, counted.

Ignore the Horns

Important items: What possessions are important to your character?

Integrated Sub-dermal armor and circulation system:
A set of augments and implants both magical and technological that functions to let the subject survive in vaccuum space for a limited amount of time. (5-10 minutes tops) As well as offer minimal protection from low-power firearms and average melee weapons.

Nemesis Weapon: Gungnir Valkyrie
Gungnir Valkyrie is a weapon meant to be grafted directly to the user as a pair of high utility wings that can generate its own thrust. It mainly gives the user the ability to fly in both atmospheric air and void space. Being made from refined electrum, it has the ability to completely surround the user with a magical shield, along with the utility to act as an actual physical shield. Additionally, the magical shield it projects can be transformed into a more offensive shape, like a sort of assault armor-like ram, meant to pierce through lightly armored space vessels.

For convenience, this weapon can retract and fold itself into the user's body at any given moment when it is not in active use.

HS-026 "IMP" (Broken):
The no longer functioning brain-chip that was implanted into her head. She had asked to keep it after the kind Rau've safely extracted it from her brain. She keeps it as a memento of her broken promise, and by extension, the family she had lost. She carries it on her person, sealed inside a small foamed black box container.

Short Bio:
Siara Volnert was the third daughter of a wealthy and influential man who actively opposed the warmongering agenda of the current Ascendancy regime. As many like him, Siara's father met an untimely death in the form of a well-orchestrated tragedy, as did his family. Outraged and feeling extremely vengeful, Siara's mother along with her older siblings cried out for righteous justice and tried to expose the regime's atrocities. Lacking the charisma of the Volnert patriarch, their voices went unheard and unheeded, and were ultimately silenced one by one.

After Siara's family was reduced to just her and her younger brother, the government seized all their wealth and holdings under some sort of fabricated noble pretense to help out the victims of the war, and of course, the war effort itself. As for the last members of the Volnert bloodline. They had been whisked away and were turned into lab rats in all but name.

Siara was a naive child. As the youngest daughter of the family, she was endlessly doted upon. She knew nothing but love and kindness as that was all she was thought and had experienced... until the death of her beloved father, that is. The depression and sadness brought upon by the series of "tragic" events that suddenly plagued her family were completely alien to her. Maria, her elder sister, decided to share to her a piece of wisdom when she started asking questions with complicated answers, instead of giving her a sugar-coated answer meant for children.

Maria thought her of Life and Death, Kindness and cruelty, Good and Evil, and most importantly, the gray morality of people. That Humans and even aliens all hold within them both maliciousness and benevolence. It was a worthwhile philosophy that was deeply ingrained into her psyche. At the end of the lesson, she made a promise to keep steady and "never change", to never succumb to hate, despair and malevolence. And it was because of this promise that she refused to harbor hate towards the Ascendancy... even as they continued to dissect and alter her body to their convenience, even as their immoral experiments killed her last remaining family before her very eyes.

There were several moments in the course of her new life that threatened to make her break that promise, but witnessing timely acts of charity and kindness repeatedly reforged this pact and made it into something nigh unbreakable. Unfortunately, it was this stubborn kindness that led to her being branded a failure and sent to be disposed of when she refused to kill anyone on the battlefield.

One scientist in particular saw an opportunity and rescinded her slate for disposal. The scientist implanted an experimental device to her brain that would give them remote control on her mentality, enabling them to remove inconvenient inhibitions and emotions temporarily, as well as input orders and objectives on the go. The experiment was a resounding success, Siara had become the perfect soldier... without completely dismantling her humanity. But there was one catch. All of the grief, stress and emotions she should've experienced while under the effects of the implant would hit her psyche all at once when the device was eventually switched off. It was only the promise she had so stubbornly kept that prevented her from breaking down into a mindless husk.

It was in the Battle of Proxima, where she was given only one objective, and was told only to eliminate as many targets as she could, was where she had fought and killed the most. So after her implant shorted out after suffering several EMP strikes, Siara simply broke down in the middle of the raging battlefield and wailed to the heavens in complete and abject despair.

It was in that horrid battle, where so many lives were lost, where Siara finally broke her most cherished promise.

The kindness she received from the Rau've had helped her a lot, but the hatred had already taken root. While she would've wanted nothing more than to accept the overwhelmingly kind charity of her former captors, Siara could not stand the thought of the atrocities of the ascendancy continuing behind closed doors. And so, she had to reluctantly decline their offer and join her like-minded fellows in their quest for vengeance with the ultimate goals of keeping everyone alive and putting an end to the atrocities of the Ascendancy Of Man.

Spell List:

• Blaze Slicer (World): - A spell to project and maintain an intense plasma beam from the wrist in the form of a sword.(basically, a handy-dandy lightsaber spell) She uses this as her main basic offense, dual wielding Blaze Slicers from both hands.
• Electro-Kinesis (World) - A spell that lets the user generate and manipulate electricity. Siara uses this to fire lightning arcs to strike targets either one-by-one or in a chain with adjusted intensity for every bolt. She used to use this for non-lethal take downs. (Will do so again) Siara also uses this to avoid damage from electrical attacks, as long as she doesn't lose focus or the power of the electrical attack doesn't exceed her ability. (Current Maximum output and capacity is 500 million watts)
• Weight o Meter (World) - An adept gravity spell that reduces and increases weight of the user, parts of the user or any other valid target within range. Siara mostly uses this for her flying, but also uses it to impair enemies by making them lose their balance or cause damage in structural integrity.
• Thermal Manipulation (World) - A spell to adjust temperature of a physical target either slowly or rapidly. Siara uses this to weaken certain targets with extreme heat or extreme cold or both. She also uses this to regulate her temperature when travelling in vacuum.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Acrobatics
Exceptional Swordsmanship

[deadpixel101]

Aaloka Rudgar

(Likes being called "Allie")

Hider

Age:
16

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Physical Description:
Aaloka looks much a like the other children changed by the Ascendancy of Man. Altogether normal despite in top physical shape. She stands at roughly 5"3. Her build is toned though not overtly muscular. She has the tan skin telling of her descent, and almond shaped brown eyes. Her hair is black, and cut pixie short. She is lithe with slender hands, large eyes and a large forehead, looking almost doll like. She has a heart shaped face, a small nose and long lashes. The symmetry of her face broken by a large scar down her left eye. A smattering of freckles crosses the bridge of her nose and decorates her cheeks with constellations. The same marks can be found on her shoulders and parts of her lower back. Her nails are trimmed short and two fingers on her right hand are slightly more pale then the others, from when they were replaced. She often gives off a sort of lazy appearance, with a heavy lidded and unflinching stare.

When it comes to fashion she wears simple clothing of habit. Comfortable and serviceable is how she chooses to dress herself, though she does have the desire to branch out and care about her outward appearance. Her favorite color is purple, and will wear that if she can help it. She hasn't collected any accessories except for a simple locket, though she hopes to expand the collection.

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Important items:
The aforementioned locket is one of her prize possessions. Twisted in it's own way, she took it from the body of a field medic who seemed to show her some kindness. She didn't have any deep relationship with the woman, but it was enough for her. It is a small bronze locket in the shape of a heart, there is no picture inside yet.

A purple and simple friendship bracelet from another child in the program. They met as prisoners of the Rau've and became fast friends. While Allie decided to join the group in vengeance, her friend Martha went for a life of peace. To remember each other she left Allie this simple band of purple cloth.

Armor worn under clothing for protection, made of flexible fibers of shock absorbent material made to repel large points of impact. Less made for high stress situations and more-so for a nimble fighter.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Vampirus"

A scythe made of black alloy and adorned with glowing red etches. Using it's magi-tech forces it can sap away life from a struck enemy if they stay within a certain distance. It is light-weight and wickedly sharp. It's unconventional shape as a weapon makes it more useful for pulling enemies in, and piercing armor then it does cutting. It's secondary ability is return to the wielders hands. It is tied to the user by being infused with their blood, giving it's name "vampirus" along with it's health absorbing ability. This also means the owner is able to tell where it is, with a vague sort of "sixth sense"

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Short Bio:
Aaloka was a prodigious student in India, aspiring to one day take over the family clinic. Naturally this did not come to pass. Instead she was taken to "ascend" and "fight the good fight." Before her body was changed she was a very non-confrontational person. She lived with her father and mother as a somewhat lonely only child, and wasn't entirely the most popular among her classmates. She took to the regiment and programs well enough, not initially holding any restraint and being an obedient subject. While she was the questioning type in her mind, she was never rebellious.

The awful tests and protruding nature in which she was treated made her retreat further within herself. Aaloka no longer wanted to become a doctor. In fact she wanted very little at all. Considered as a smashing success she did as was told, and pushed the crystalline elements through her veins to become a better and better soldier. Tasked with becoming a melee specialist she underwent many rigorous field tests and harsh training. Every day was another stress-test. Pushing her body farther and farther so that she could push back against an enemy she held no hate for.

And she did. She fought long and hard when her scars were healed. All the wounds inflicted by the tests were taken away so that she could grant them en masse. She cut swathes through enemy forces for only a short time. Her initial release as a soldier was not long before the battle of Proxima. She fought as she always did then, but pushed too far and was captured swiftly. Her magic, her special weapon and unflinching nature not enough to outdo the Rau've forces. And then she woke up.

Like the other surviving children, she was a prisoner, though treated much better by the enemy then she ever was by her makers. And she could run no longer, the space in her brain she fled to was laid bare. She faced reality and wept, until she could no more. In time she met the others, she befriended them and she came to feel again for the plant-like people who saved her, and who she regretted with every fiber for killing. Which was why she decided to continue the fight. The quiet girl who once excelled at sports and wishes to be a doctor was now a reverent made of a quiet anger. She would avenge the lives she took, and she would fight for those who were hurt like her. After all where else could she go? Peace seemed so far away now.

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Spell List:

• Timespace-Blink: A short range though near instantaneous teleport from one location to another. More so used for overcoming barriers and closing distances then transporting large detachments long distances.

Exceptional Skills list:

• Exceptional endurance
• Exceptional Weapon Use X 2
• Exceptional speed X 2

[Duoya]

Johnathon "Johnny" Ace

Name: Jonathon "Johnny" Ace

Age: 15

Physical Description

The pictured outfit was what Johnny wore on his first suicide mission - every other time, including now, he wears a simple Jumpsuit with the identification number of J-15814. The first suit was made to hold as much explosives as possible, but when the military realized that Johnny was reusable, they created the jumpsuits in order to save on resources. The Jumpsuit is made of Blast-Resistant Fabric, and is meant to keep him comfortable in a variety of climates. It is his only form of clothing. Other than that, Johnny has few notable features. He has brown hair, Green eyes, and constant training has resulted in well-developed muscles. Johnny is fairly short, only being 5'1 - the military had restricted his growth in order to help him fit into the cannons and make him more compact. His skin is fairly pale due to staying inside all day, but his body is littered with burn scars. Most notably, Johnny always wears a pair of running shoes, which look very old. While his pictured hair is long, repeated burning after explosions encouraged him to shave it down.

Important items:
Due to the nature of his time spent on the field, Johnny only owns one actual possession. His father, Glenn Ace, had given Johnny a new pair of runner's shoes for the Track team - These shoes, while being relatively mundane, had extreme personal value to Johnny. For the next few years in the military, Johnny only had his shoes to remind him of his family.

The shoes themselves are barely related to what they once were - after repeatedly refusing to take them off, even after exploding, his handlers decided to repair them with Blast-Proof Fabric, allowing them to survive extreme explosive damage and remain relatively unscathed. Johnny, no matter his current attire, always wear these shoes, as he knew that his father spent money that they didn't have on them. They have been recently resized, as they were growing too tight on Johnny's feet.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Cauldron"
A small (1 foot cube) black cauldron constructed from a strange metal, which Johnny had stolen just before his escape. The cauldron is always warm to the touch, no matter the surrounding air - When the lid is closed, the cauldron begins to whir and grows comfortable hot. Anything placed into the cauldron - solid, liquid, or gas - is boiled down through an unknown process to create various chemicals. Johnny, thanks to his years of using the cauldron's products and the cauldron's relatively simple controls, has learned how to control what is made. Using the cauldron, he could make highly explosive potions, medicines, and even recreational drugs. The cauldron runs on a power source that is expected to last at least a few thousand years.

While the cauldron can make nearly any chemical, it relies on transmutation and the rule of equivalent exchange to create what it does - while Johnny could make something weak with an apple, he'll be unable to make something like morphine without sacrificing a far more valuable item. Additionally, while it can boil down nearly anything, truly strong materials like Perfected Electrum and other Nemesis Weapons remain unaffected by the process.

Short Bio:
Jonathon Ace was raised to in a very poor family, often going days without eating. His mother was not in the picture, and his father had dropped out of high school early on and could rarely hold down a job. Despite this, Johnathon was a determined youth, and his father, Glenn Ace, always encouraged him to try his hardest at everything he did, and to always "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" As such, Jonathon was a determined youth, got good grades despite being unable to afford a proper tutor, and was a star player on the track team. Johnathon, in fact, placed his all into running - as that was what would save him from poverty. As long as he kept running, he could survive.

Glenn Ace got into trouble very early on in Jonathon's life with the mafia - he had taken a high interest loan, and over the years, it only racked up a higher debt. Glenn had done everything he could - but at the age of 8, Johnathon was kidnapped in order to be sold as a child slave. The night before he was stolen was the last time Johnny ever saw his father. Only a week later, Johnny was sold to the government as a child soldier - there, they injected him with strange chemicals and he underwent cruel experimentation (These experiments were magical in nature, with little tech involved). After a week of this treatment, he was immediately thrown into the fields of battle - where many of his fellow soldiers died. Johnny had several strange vials and bottles strapped onto his body, before being launched directly at the Rau've forces.

The landing didn't hurt in the slightest - in fact, the real pain started only a few seconds later, as the bottles cracked, and a massive fireball engulfed Johnny and the soldiers who surrounded him. It took every fiber in his being not to die - more than anything else, the 8 year old wanted to simply give up and die. But Johnny sure as hell wasn't going to just give up and die there - Instead, he simply grit his teeth, and let his Burning Emotions take over. Eventually, the human forces found him, still breathing and nearly dead, but still having all his limbs. It was a miracle.

As it turned out, the human army planned on using him as a 1-time suicide unit - they put him through the bare-minimum procedures needed to survive the landing, so Rau've soldiers would attempt to help out the small child. They never expected anybody to survive such a strong blast with barely any protection. So, after healing and going through a few more horrifying experiments, Johnathon was sent back to the fields of battle. Again. And Again. And Again.

Johnny possessed an incredible success rate - after the first year, he had even grown resistant enough to the explosives to start running back to base and get strapped up again. Slowly, his healing time dwindled, and he eventually became a living artillery bomb. All this time, as his endurance was artificially enhanced, Johnny remembered his father's words to his son - "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" Johnny knew that the war was pointless - countless of his friends died, and many were left with little chance to survive. As such, he decided to listen to his Burning Emotions - he finally decided to make his escape. Just like he did on the track team, as long as he kept running, he would be able to forge his own path.

He had just been launched out of the cannon, and decimated a transport vehicle. The wounds, at this point, were only superficial - his willpower and endurance easily got him back on his feet. The shock collar around his neck would shock him quickly - or it would, had Johnny not stolen the keycard needed to unlock it. As soon as it was off, Johnny booked it towards Rau've forces, and was immediately taken captive. He was thrown to the ground, checked for weapons, and thrown into a new transport vehicle for moving to a prison. The prison, while unfamiliar, was of little concern towards Johnny - he didn't care how long it was, as long as he could escape eventually, he'd be able to find his father. Luckily, escape never came - it wasn't needed.

Johnny made a few friends while he was imprisoned, and while the treatment wasn't great, it could have been far worse. Eventually, the war ended - after 6 years of being blown up, Johnny could finally live in peace. The aliens, while strange looking, were very kind when the war ended. They even offered Johnny, who had massacred hundreds of their soldiers, a home among them. The offer was very tempting - however, his Burning Emotions refused to allow him to quit. He didn't want revenge or to kill the humans, like some of his companions did - all Johnny wanted was to find his father. After that... Well, Johnny wasn't the best at making plans, so he decided to let Future Jonathon deal with that!

Spell List: N/A

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Endurance X 3
Exceptional Speed X 3

[Starlance]

Rachel Scott

Name: Rachel Scott
Callsign: Flash
Age: 18

Appearance

Voice: Sofia Boutella (Gazelle, Kingsman: The Secret Service)
Rachel stands at 176 cm and weighs 74 kg with a lean build. Rachel favors dark clothing with many pockets plus a few hidden ones. Anything that restricts her field of view or freedom of movement is a no-go. When it comes to spacesuits, anything that is not leaking will do.

Important Items

• Several thousand credits acquired through pickpocketing or odd jobs.
• Universal screwdriver

Short Bio: Born and raised in the suburbs of a large city on Mars, neither the neighborhood nor her family were particularly well off. And since no one would hire a little girl, Rachel took to thievery to give the household an income boost. Over the years. she’s become proficient at sleight of hand, unarmed combat and getting from place to place without being noticed. But sometimes someone would notice, and so she learned to navigate urban environments quite well, often with officers at her heels. Until one day, one of the officers was faster. Upon her capture, the authorities took note of her agility and resistance to questioning. It wasn’t long until her holding cell was visited by men in armor instead of policemen - the last time she saw her home.

Rachel was sent for “augmentation” and assigned to intelligence, namely a recon and deep strike team. Engineered and trained to enter and exit any compound, negotiate any terrain or obstacle and extract any necessary information from captives, Rachel was made to be a crossbreed of a black-ops operative and a master interrogator, with varying success. She has also picked up some basic engineering. However, several years of literally messing with people’s heads also messed with hers, turning her into a cold, emotionless husk of a person with but a tiny shred of humanity, buried somewhere deep within.

She was grateful for the war’s end, despite humanity’s defeat. So when the ceasefire was announced, she laid down her arms and approached the nearest alien unit, a Rau’ve infantry patrol. In captivity, the emotionless young woman awaited her inevitable execution, until she and her fellow children were released. However, she couldn’t return to normal life, if “return” was even applicable. All she knew was thievery and war. But her newfound freedom pushed reason aside and fanned the flames of vengeance that lay dormant in the back of her broken mind and seeing an opportunity, she took it, determined not to let go no matter what may lay ahead.

Spell List

• Rapport (Mind): Rachel can give an order to a single person. To do this, she needs to perform a specific hand gesture and say the order out loud. Her target needs to hear her and understand the language. If the target loses consciousness or goes through intense pain (like gunshot wounds), the spell loses effect. The presence of others near her target makes it significantly harder and tricking a person when more than two other people are present has proven impossible at her current level as the other members of a group can interrupt the spell.
• Illusion (Mind): Rachel can create an illusion visible by a single individual. She has to concentrate on keeping the illusion and cannot do anything else that requires her mental faculties (she can create an illusion while running away from something, but not when solving an equation). The illusion can be virtually anything, but bigger or more detailed things require more focus and take a greater toll on her. Keeping the illusion for more than a few minutes also leads to headaches, nausea and general exhaustion. The illusion can only be seen by the affected individual, Rachel and cannot physically interact with the world. Rachel can only make a person see something that isn’t there, not the other way around.
• Extraction (Mind): By far the most advanced and tasking spell Rachel has learned, Extraction allows her to “view” the memories of others. The process requires physical contact and complete concentration, sending both Rachel and her victim into a trance-like state. Memory extraction time ranges from mere seconds to minutes, depending on the target’s mentality and training to resist such practices.
• Telekinesis (World): Rachel can manipulate objects at a distance, the farther and or heavier the object, the harder it is. Her current cap is around one ton. While she cannot use this to fly, she can use this to jump higher, slow her fall or make small adjustments to direction midair.
• Fire Surge (World): Produces a stream of flame from her palm as a desperate close quarters defense measure. Maximum range of the stream is two meters, flame temperature is around 1000°C. Casting this spell with gloves on is not recommended, as Rachel found out the hard way during training.

Exceptional Skills:
Exceptional Stealth
Trivia:

• She is unable to use mind spells against the kaisoken species and the korta are naturally hard to get to due to their usually high intellect.
• While mostly detached from reality, Rachel became quite protective of children because of what happened to her and many others.
• Always keeps a knife on her.
• Her proudest moment is extracting the layout of a building her team had to navigate from a korta logistics officer.

[Pathfinder]

Terry Goldmire

"Oh, Momma... your boy's going to Hell."

Name:
Terry Goldmire

Age:
18

Physical Description:
Unlike many of the other children, Terry is not conventionally attractive due to the massive burn scars that cover his body. Despite the worries of his Rau'va caretakers and the stares of Ascendency citizens, Terry adamantly refuses to get his burn scars removed, viewing them as a mark of pride, shame, and hatred all in one. To compensate for this he has taken to wearing heavy clothing and wraps, prefering the inquisitive stares of strangers than the compassionate stares of the Rau'va or gawking of other humans. Otherwise, he looks as much as himself as he ever has, a 6'0 wall of honed muscle and bone.

Important items:
Kay's Axe- A standard issue, military-grade hatchet covered in knicks and scratches despite the obvious care that Terry puts into its maintenance. Belonged to Kay and was given to Terry when she wished to stay behind, a combination practical gift and promise.

Wraps- Terry has an aversion towards his flesh being seen. Part of it is to spare others the image of his ruined flesh, but mostly it's because Terry cannot stand to look upon himself. To ensure neither happen, Terry wraps himself in heavy gauze just to go through his day to lighten his mind. Easier to forget than to confront.

Ballistics Vest- An undershirt of soft but tough materials surrounding a core of armored dura-ceramic plates that can withstand a few pistol shots.

Heavy Stubber, Surplus Grade- A tried and true engine of human conflict, the heavy stubber is a simply designed light machine gun that Terry's enhanced strength allows him to carry as if it were a mere rifle. It isn't the best thing on the market but it's cheap, reliable, and unless the target is backing military grade protection or magic, it'll get the job done.

Nemesis Caduceus Glove- Held within an alloyed brace is every tool needed to save a life, though it was rarely used to do so. A Caduceus Glove is an item of triage, using a saw blade and drill to render armor open and get to the person beneath it before they die. The Nemesis versions were given to those combat medics who either went above and beyond the call of duty or were "lucky" enough to be in the special forces, enchanted with potent healing magic and equipped with the tools needed to work around the wounds caused by High magic... if the person was worth the effort at least. More often then not the Nemesis Caduceus Gloves were used to quickly kill those beyond saving and messily dispatch those who thought they could hide behind armor.

Short Bio:
Terry's life began quietly, humbly, and happily. Born on Hestia Prime, a colony world towards the borders of Ascendency space, Terry was fairly blind to the inner workings of the Ascendency, only knowing them as the government that bought most of the crops his family harvested that season and kept the "Bad Aliens" away. It didn't really matter to Terry, all that talk was too big for a farmboy on a backwater Agri-world like Hestia Prime to worry about... so he didn't. Instead, he focused on excelling at his studies and sports, particularly football.

As fate would have it, however, the Acedency did in fact look at its backwaters and found them easy pickings, the exceptional standing out like wildfires while extraction became a very low-risk operation. And so it was, Terry and the countless other backwater children were rounded up, divided by their specialization, and separated. Terry was sorted into the combat medic program and actually went through the injections and surgeries relatively unscathed, his life of farmwork and sports helping him along. He did everything he could to salve the situation for the younger ones, standing as a rock that they could cling to in this storm. It wasn't until triage training that Terry crumbled.

Something went wrong with Terry's batch and across the board, they lost their affects, suppressed their personalities, and gained a willingness to do whatever was told of them. Their branch of the program was deemed a failure, the group were not the compassionate combat medics who would run through the fires of hell to save a comrade, instead, they were soulless automatons who did whatever they were told. In fact, it was considered a positive turn in their projects development when a squad of "Terry's Batch" were ordered to execute Rau'va POWs and they did so without flinching.

Terry and his batch were redirected in their training and enhancements, becoming tougher and stronger as the learned how to make the wounds they so desperately fought to heal before. Time advances and Terry has gained some atrocities under his belt as well as a conscience nibbling at the back of his skull, and then Proxima happens and everything comes to a head.

To make a long, grueling story short, Terry walks out of an inferno carrying the one person he cares about in the universe, currently dying in his arms as he burns alive. Then things progress much as they have with all the other children, so much crying and holding and screaming. Yet when it was all said and done, it wasn't enough and the newly freed Terry found himself drowning in his rage, soon after he decided that something as cruel as the Ascendency doesn't deserve to live and when pardons came around he refused and joined with several others who had similar sentiments.

Spell List:
Regeneration Inducement (Change): Allows Terry to induce rapid healing in others and himself. He must take heed of the injuries before initiating regeneration as wounds may heal improperly, painfully, and disfiguring. Closing up minor wounds takes a matter of seconds depending on size and seriousness, major traumas can be dealt with in minutes as long as the subject stays alive, and limbs can be replaced in days if in constant contact.

Empathy Sense- Pain (Mind): Terry can feel the pain of others and pinpoint their locations from it, in theory, it was to make him a better combat medic but the reality of it broke his mind for the duration of the war. Terry feels all of their pain when he senses it, forgettable if all he needs to deal with is a paper cut, crippling if your legs have been blasted off.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Medicine
Exceptional Strength
Exceptional Will
Exceptional Marksmanship

[Double]

Name: Karrsh

Age: 18

Physical Description:

Cyborg Body

Important Items:
-Cyborg Body: Most of Karrsh's body is now machine. In fact, only his head (save for the eyes), one of his arms, and his vital organs are still organic. His body may as well be that of an armored machine fine tuned to make him a walking weapon. Prosthetics are not unheard of in the Ascendancy of Man, but they are strictly regulated and are required to maintain a certain level of photogenic appearance. Karrsh is perhaps the sole exception to this rule, his body ignoring photogenic customization in favor of complete and total combat optimization. Karrsh is stronger, faster, and more durable than any organic human could hope to be. His optical implants allow for super accurate and precise targeting, able to pin-point structural weaknesses in inorganic objects or even pressure point weaknesses in humanoid targets. Supposedly he once stopped a sniper's bullet from killing him by catching it in his cyborg hand before it could hit his still-organic head. As amazing as that sounds, it came at a very hefty cost. Most obviously, Karrsh's body now being more machine than human. Blending into crowds is simply impossible for him, due to the lack of photogenic customizations. Also, Kaisoken dust appears to have no effect on him whatsoever, so learning magic is simply impossible.

Short Bio: Karrsh's actual birthplace and heritage remain unknown. His parents were dead for all he knew, and no other relatives made themselves known, so Karrsh was raised early on in a Catholic orphanage. The nuns running the orphanage were nice enough, kind to the kids but strict when they needed to be. Apparently that wasn't good enough for Karrsh, because he attempted many times to "escape", ie run away. Being so young, he was caught every single time, and repeatedly warned by Sister Regina that this would only lead to him being kidnapped or God-knows-what-else. By around age 15 Karrsh was able to successfully get out of the orphanage... and Sister Regina's warning was almost immediately proven right.

Karrsh was never fully aware of the war that was going on, the orphanage didn't exactly care about news and current events. While on the streets Karrsh found himself caught in an explosive attack. That was all he remembered, some loud noises and a flash of some kind, maybe a bit of intense heat as well but that was it. The next time Karrsh became aware of himself, he was horrified to find himself in a body he hardly recognized. Apparently the explosion wrecked his body, and probably should have killed him too. Someone in the government must have thought this was the perfect excuse to test out some of their newer cybernetic technology. Only a small amount of Karrsh's human body remained intact, the rest had been replaced with this armored body that was apparently the pinnacle of cyborg engineering. Karrsh was dropped into the war almost immediately. No real training, his cyborg body barely required it. Instead the 15 year old was shipped to a base and told to kill as many of "them" before "they" could kill him.

And boy did he kill them. Karrsh didn't even need weapons, the speed, strength, and stamina of his cyborg body was more than enough of a weapon to wipe out countless alien hostiles. And that was the extent of Karrsh's time in the war. No promotions, no leaves, no discharges. Just battle after battle after battle. Occasionally he was made to wage a one-man siege against enemy-bases and was instructed to just kill everyone he came across until the place was empty.

During one of those solo incursions the aliens were ready for him. They hit him with as many EMP weapons as they could, and that was enough to shut down Karrsh completely. Next thing Karrsh knew, he was kept in a maximum security prison camp, his energy cells drained completely save for just enough to keep him conscious so he could be questioned... not that Karrsh could offer any useful information to his captors. Eventually though, he was granted freedoms little by little, and was soon freed entirely. He wasn't alone, either, apparently these Rau've had captured a number of child soldiers and were now offering each of them a chance to return to their previous lives. Well, offering everyone except Karrsh. Because of his cyborg body, Karrsh would likely never get the luxury of going back. So with little other choice in the matter, Karrsh decided to keep fighting... what else could a cyborg like him possibly do with his life after all?

Spell List: N/A
Exceptional Skill List:
-Exceptional Endurance x2
-Exceptional Unarmed x2
-Exceptional Athletics
-Exceptional Precision

[TheHangedMan]

Name:
Bree Freedom

Age:
18

[I'll draw a pic later]

Physical Description:
Diminutive, but not short, Bree looks like a hamster. Short, fluffy brown hair and beady black eyes on a heart shaped face. She stands at exactly 5'4 and weighs just over 45 kilograms.

Important items:
Remembrance belt - It's a tad morbid, however she has a belt made up of dog tags - all soldiers she was unable to save over the course of the war. It's her remembrance of them and the tragedies that occurred.

Collapsible tool kit - containing various tools required to perform an emergency operation.

Miniature laboratory kit - a small lab the size of bag where Bree can synthesize medicines or drugs, given that she has the proper ingredients.

Short Bio:
There are many things that could be said about Bree's history - tragic, in it's infancy, etc., - but the fact of the matter is, that Bree can't find herself to agree with much of those statements, for the simple fact that she cannot remember anything about her life before the war.

Bree, before she became Bree, was a nameless, homeless girl, begging on the streets for scraps. Among the myriad of other destitute children, however, she distinguished herself. Unlike the others, despite her lack of formal education, she processed and understood things at a far faster rate than even the most gifted scientists. Her lack of any actual academics prevented her from being taught things most students would know, but the need for survival propagated other, useful talents.

Sickness and disease were a prominent problem among the homeless, and when survival came into question and medicine was what was needed, it was Bree they turned to.

She first learned her trade from medicinal pirates - dropouts from medical school or gangsters who were taught the ropes - because of the pressing need to simply have something to eat. With each session working with them, however, Bree's skills eventually eclipsed that of her tutors, and her creations surpassed the effectiveness of what was essentially bootleg medicine - eventually, she had learned how to create, true, actual medicine, albeit different from prescribed formulas from conventional (not to mention legal) pharmaceutical business. Nevertheless, their effectiveness was proven.

One night, she contracted a disease - ironic for a girl that frequently treated them - and found that she didn't even have the strength to cure herself. Racked with coughs and a raging fever, the girl that would become Bree was practically delirious by time she was found by Ascendant agents, who were looking for additional specimens

Then the experiments began. Whatever they did erased all memory of her previous life. She was given the designation BR-33, and she was designed to be the perfect battlefield medic. Unlike previous batches that came before, Bree was the culmination of all the previous experimental efforts, and all the compiled data was used in order to create a complete and perfect field medic that with the potential to turn the tides of war singlehandedly.

Equipped with a neural function that allowed her to stay calm at all times, as well as the ability to properly comfort those in pain, or those in their final moments. BR-33 was further armed with medical knowledge and magic ability far surpassing her former self.

Her talents on the field were put to good use - mission after mission, she revived soldier after soldier, allowing them to fight despite having been wounded fatally just moments before, sometimes twice in the same day. The amount of lives she'd saved are in the tens of thousands, and entire battles were turned around through her continuous efforts alone, by simple virtue of reinforcing numbers that by all rights should have been whittled down already.

But of course, the Aliens caught on. Faced with her overwhelming healing abilities, of course they could not let her go unchecked, and an entire battle was set up with the sole objective of capturing and securing her - a fact that the Ascendant armies were not aware of, consequently leading to her detainment.

The war finished with her in incarceration. When freedom was offered, she declined, though her reasons were somewhat different from her peers. She did not need closure, nor did she care for revenge - the fact of the matter is she did not care about what was done to her. But what she did care about were the others like her, who insisted on continuing the war, but simply on a smaller scale.

And as a medic, it was her duty to make sure that the war was won with as few casualties as possible.

Spell List:
Healing field - A high-type magic that creates a starting from herself and spreading in a radius of 20 meters. The field uses residual mana in the air to accelerate healing, at the cost of the one being healed's energy reserves. Best used during times of rest to heal injuries in the least life threatening and traumatic manner.

Comforting Embrace - a mind-type magic, that, asides from her own, carefully programmed demeanor, Bree can use to calm or comfort others through skin contact, as well as dull sensations of pain.

Operational Freeze - through the use of quantum mechanics, Bree can effectively stop time in an area of 12 inches for a period of 10 minutes. She can maintain several of these pockets at the same time, and does not require active focus to maintain.

Tactical Barrier - A high magic type spell, her Nemesis Weapon asides, Bree can create a barrier around her in a radius of 10. It has enough power to withstand most laser volleys and at its highest output, even stop a railgun discharge. The barrier moves with as she moves, meaning it's portable.

Injected Enforced Regeneration - an emergency procedure where Bree forcibly restarts the body's growing process and then rapidly accelerates it into it's prime condition. A high-powered spell from the change branch of magic that can revive a person from practically death - so long as they have not been dead for more than three hours, and their head is intact.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Medicine (x1)

[Conscripts]

Alexander Kherol

"War is a game of skill. A contest between minds and minds. Between tactics and tactics. I study the art of war. Work to perfect it."

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Full name: Alexander Kherol

Age: 26

Race: Human

Affiliation:
The Ascendancy of Man - 5-star general

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Appearance:

Alexander has short, neat jet-black hair and deep red eyes. He stands at 5'7, weighing at 63 kilos. He is fairly thin at first glance, but in reality, he is really fit physically for a human. He believed that despite all the technological advances that help assist humans in their convenience, he must always remain physically active, to keep his minds fresh, wash up the distractions and clear one's thoughts.

He is usually seen wearing his custom made dark blue colored uniform, with golden epaulettes, golden collars and artistically embellished sleeves. His torso area also has gold decorations and a white sash. At the top left of his chest is a 5 stars rank plaque, indicating his rank in the Ascendancy.

The uniform

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"You don't need a group of superhuman soldiers to change the galaxy."

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Skills and abilities:

Undoubtedly the Ascendancy's most powerful weapon, Alexander is widely known for his devastating tactical abilities. A prodigy being developed at the right place, and at the right time, Alexander has the one ability that really strengthened him in his position as a military commander: the ability to predict other's intention. By just analyzing the position of the opposing enemy forces, he was able to predict his opponent's intention as a whole. In addition to this ability, Alexander is also keen on studying his opponents, not simply their battle tactics, but their history, philosophy, morality and so on. He tries to find out as much as possible about his enemy and exploit them. In the long run, the longer an opponent wage war against him, the more likely he is to lose the battle against Alexander, because if the he knew the opponent long enough, they would be nearly unable to outwit the general, being at least one or two steps ahead of his opponents.

As a 5-star general in the Ascendancy, it is indisputable that Alexander's ability as a fleet commander is utterly competent. He is perfectly capable of rapidly dictating a series of complex commands to his subordinates, keeping in mind where the major units and fleets need to be, and like a chess grandmaster, deducting the best plays using the information he has. He is familiar with a lot of attack and defense pattern.

In terms of personal combat skills, Alexander is fairly feeble, and can be defeated if met with a skilled opponent. But against a normal human, he is capable of withstanding against two or three opponents in a fistfight. He is also capable of using his pistol to defend himself, with mediocre accuracy.

Exceptional skills:

Exceptional Intelligence (x3)
Exceptional Diplomacy (x1)
Exceptional Tactician (x2)

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"History is cruel. You always have to prepare to accept it."

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Biography (Warning: A lot of words ahead of you)

Chapter 1: The Mind of a Genius

"Alright, Alexander. How about you, can you solve this equation?"

The teacher said, as he gently handed his child the pen to the holographic board. A child of merely ten years of age. The kid was reluctant, to be called so suddenly, but at the gentleness and politeness of his professor, he found himself unable to deny his offer.

The child walked to the board, slowly, his hand holding firmly the pen to which he would write with. As he neared, he simply stood still, silent. He inhaled, and exhaled. Again, and again.

And he wrote.

"This is an equation that if you follow the conventional way of solving, it will resolve in a massive power number, which is technically very difficult to solve. But if you prove and apply this inequation to our main problem, it is possible to see that the left hand side of the verse can be reduced to this, which is always larger or equal to the right side of the verse, which is zero. So the equation only occurs when a specific condition is met in the left side of the verse. This greatly reduced the complexity of our problem, and it's quite straightforward from there."

The boy put down his pen, as he finished the last of his solution, as he slowly returned to the seat. But what he did not notice, perhaps too young to notice, were the eyes towards him. His teacher. His peers. Even the parents of some other kids who happened to be there at the time.

They were shocked beyond belief.

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"...In my years of teaching, I've never seen a mind like your son has."

"The reason that Kobald failed on his conquest I believe was more to his own logistic than his enemy's tactical ability like you said teacher. The guerrilla soldiers did little in terms of combat, but it was the scorched earth policy done by the citizens that actually dealt the damage. Kobald's region was too far away for a reliable source of provisions, so he brought little and mostly lived off his conquered land, which was vulnerable to this policy"

"He is prodigious. A brilliant mind. One that many centuries we have yet to see again."

"Castling on the king side is the most common move here, as it would grant the king additional protection against the enemy's knights and bishops, but if we play Queen to A4, it will block that Knight from going anywhere, while threatening the D4 pawn, so it's a more reasonable move."

"Please, you have to let him go with us."

The teacher begged, again, as his parents began to feel more and more reluctant.

"He is too young..." His mother said

"I am aware ma'am." The teacher responded. "But his reputation has already spread across the school. It will be a matter of time until the Ascendancy will take notice of him."

His mother's eyelids dropped, as if she was about to cry at anytime. His father looked at his son, who was innocently reading the book inside his room, completely unaware of what was being discussed outside. They both knew the Ascendancy, and the men working under it. It wasn't at all nice. They were quick to conceal the info from spreading out, but rumors travelled far. Lips to lips, now almost everybody knew about it.

It would be very hard. For him to face the harsh and cold reality this early. For his parents, to not worry about him. And for both of them, to say their goodbyes.

"I understand your concern. But it's better to be voluntary early, than being forced out later." The middle-aged female teacher kindly explained. "I know a person who can help him avoid that fate. He's the Duke of Anghen, the region in the far East, and he has great political standings. He can help the boy. But please, for the sake of him..."

"Teacher, what do you think?"

"...you have to let him go."

Chapter 2: Another Goodbye

6 years later.

"You're gonna take the flight at 1000, so you'll have to leave now, Alex."

"This early teacher?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. You can't afford to be late on your first day at the Grand Military Academy. That's bad manners, eh? Hehe..."

The sixteen years old teenager looked down in slight frown in contrary to his teacher's grin, that he would not be able to spend anymore time with his mentor anymore. Again, this felt no different from back then. The remembered bittersweet memories were sour by its very nature, even as Alexander grew to be more mature and less emotionally expressed.

"Hey, cheer up pal. It has been an honor to go through many things with you and teach you things. There are many things to explore and seek for out there that you can't possibly imagine...well, you may possibly do but yeah." The Duke of Anghen, also his long-been mentor of the young genius, scratched his head with silliness. A little odd behavior for a man of such social standings. But this was truly him. He had spent his whole life under a fake mask that he had made for himself all according to this galaxy's standard so that he could rise to his position right now. Now that he had the opportunity to meet with this young boy, he had had the chance to show it, enjoy it, and lived it, when it still lasted.

That silliness did entertain the young child that he took under him, making it a lot more informal and intimate, easier to learn and interact with him. However, 'being oneself' was not always the best thing to do in this world. He had learned that himself. And he taught Alexander that as well. To craft his own mask, his own faked persona so that he could survive. Sure, the Duke was very dispassionate about it, and he was sure Alexander felt the same. But there was no choice. In recent months, he had seen that his teaching had taken its effects.

Still, he did take great pleasure in teaching the boy, along with his daughter, Lan. He was a great person, despite he may not express it dearly. He was different than any other kids that he had taught. He was a man with emotions, with expressions, with a sense, unlike the faceless mooks some of these people in the Ascendancy was like. And he had a fire. A passionate fire that threatened to engulf the world. A man could be whatever he wanted, if he could weather the storm. And among the worthless and despicable world we were living in, he was very much needed. His legacy.

"Go and conquer the world!"

The Ascendancy needed it. The galaxy needed it. More than anything...

Chapter 3: The New General

7 years afterwards

"Look sharp. The new CO is arriving soon enough."

The expression on Eris's face plummeted. Another CO? Ok, what could this guy possibly be? Another crazy reckless fool who sends his troops on a suicidal frontal attack against heavily armed enemy positions? Or maybe a total maniac who kills or tortures soldiers for every single possible mistakes they make? Or even better, one she had never seen before, a guy with great narcism who always look at himself in the mirror and say his names, forgetting the battle outside of him. It would have been better this way to be honest

Such was the disdain of the seventeen years old blonde and cyborg like soldier of the child soldier's program. Ever since she was abducted by the Ascendancy, there had never been a thing that had actually made her smile wholeheartedly, without being forced. Life was a living hell. All she knew for two goddamned years of her life were eating, sleeping and fighting. All her friends died in the midst. She wondered why she wasn't listed among them anyway. If anyone would dare to say they know what cruelty was, she would slap them in the face immediately with that. For all she knew, she was utterly discontent. She wished to end this as soon as possible. She wanted to see no more of this.

The Ascendancy's shuttle soon landed on the forest moon, where the entire army was kept at ease outside the landing zone. It soon applied its landing gear and made its gentle touch down. After a few seconds, the gate soon opened. And as pretty much a rule of thumb, a line of escort troopers would march out of the ship in perfect coordination. Eris rolled her eyes as she watched the tedious performance pass.

And then, her new general arrived.

The first thing that he took notice was his incredibly young face. Short and neat black hair, deep dark-colored eyes and skins appearing soft and smooth, wearing a formal tan colored general uniform like how the usual commanders and generals looked. But perhaps the most striking feature that she took notice was his seemingly calm and composed aura emitting from him with each steps he took.

Thanks to her zoom in superhuman ability, she was able to gaze closer at his rank plaque

"4-star general..."

At this young age. No way...

With a few glances, the general finally spoke. His voice was calm, slow and smooth.

"Thank you for the introduction Lieutenant. My name is Alexander Kherol. I will be your general, and commanding officer of this region's military expedition from this point onward. As you probably have lived through hell to your objective, I would assume that we all know what to do. So I will skip all the formalities and head straight for the ending. Do you have any questions for me?"

Uhh, what?

That was the reaction among each and every soldiers in the field. That wasn't usually something that they would get almost every time a new CO arrived.

But Eris, for some reasons, managed to look through it.

"He seems to be more decent than the rest. But let's see if he actually knows what he's doing..." She mumbled, before raising her hand. Alexander quickly gestured her to speak.

"Sir, you would probably have known the situation. The enemy is playing a very defensive battle, building forts very close to each other so that they can protect each other. How do you intend to solve this problem?"

Alexander listened to her, inclined his head once before answering.

"Give me enough time, and I will have my solutions. When that time come, I will then begin my operations, and pull the insurgents apart, piece by piece. They will be the architects...of their own destruction."

He finished his speech with a glare of thoughtfulness. This, for some reasons, sent a chill down Eris's spine. He sure spoke with confidence, but she wondered if he could actually do it. Words meant nothing if actions could not back it up, or that there was no actions at all. He said he would need some times. Well, until then, we shall see.

[The Senate]

Name
Yuno Romu II

Age
16

Physical Description


Height: 167cm
Weight: 49kg

Important Items
- Wallet with some money in multiple currencies
- Small box of glucose tablets for quick calories on-the-go
- Small notebook and gel pen

Short Bio
Born into the Romu-Dookan Clan, a royal-blooded (read: ceremonial royalty) family slowly entering decline after years of bad business and political decisions, Yuno Romu II was the eldest of three children, and as a result, received the most attention in terms of schooling and health, but also the greatest part of his temperamental father’s wrath. As he grew up constantly subjected to his father’s mood swings, Yuno came to develop an ability to read the emotions of anybody he knew, and as such, could avert most disasters better than his two younger sisters.

Despite the largely ceremonial nature of the clan's status, the Romu-Dookan maintained a private force of mercenaries and black-market men organised into a pseudo-military of sorts, a force they were able to maintain for the greater part of their history thanks to several strategic bribes.

As such, Yuno was schooled, for the most part, not in subjects like mathematics and the humanities, but rather in such matters as political theory and military strategy. From as early as the tender age of 7, Yuno received training as a member of the Romu-Dookan’s private military, and was schooled on all matters pertaining to such a vocation, from the use of firearms to the donning of a ceremonial uniform. At the age of 11, on his father’s recommendation, Yuno was commissioned as a full officer, much to the chagrin of many older and more experienced personnel, who were also vying for a commission (and the pay raise it would bring). Understanding the consequences of alienating such powerful individuals, Yuno put on an air of humility before these people; to a certain extent, this humility was real.

Though the Romu-Dookan’s wealth was already siphoning away decades before he was born, cataclysm finally struck when war broke out between Humanity and a race of aliens known as the Rau’ve. In a swift move, the Ascendancy of Man rose as a new forerunner in the human agenda, secretly recruiting a multitude of human children for their military experiments, a fate from which Yuno was not spared; the Romu-Dookan’s private military was forcefully dissolved, and Yuno Romu was taken into custody by the Ascendancy. His remaining family was stripped of their styles and sent into exile, never to be heard from again.

Aware that he was of aristocratic blood, and cognisant of his “military” background, the Ascendancy was quick to take advantage of this; rather than train him as a frontline fighter, Yuno was made to be the “brains” of the human force. Tortured for months to break down his mind, the 13-year-old was then subjected to a series of excruciating experiments on his brain. His golden hair turned white almost overnight, and more noticeably for him, Yuno soon came to realise that his eyesight had actually improved, but to the point that even focusing normally on an object would force him to see it like a microscope saw its subject; in impossible, painfully high detail.

Yuno was, thus, put to work analysing images of enemy formations. His boss, a morbidly obese 52-year-old colonel named Krull Wronodd, took a liking to the boy, and ordered that he be trained to be his own bodyguard, learning other combat skills (physical and magic alike) in order to do so. Wronodd also attempted to take advantage of Yuno sexually, but thankfully for the boy, the colonel was stopped by his own superiors.

The tide soon turned against the Ascendancy, as the foe vanquished the fleets of humanity decisively at the Battle of Proxima. Wronodd and his immediate circle took their own lives, leaving Yuno the only one alive in the bridge of his ship as the aliens stormed the vessel.

Taken captive by the Rau’ve, Yuno expected to be killed, and braced himself for the worst. Much to his surprise, however, the aliens actually treated him well while in custody, refraining from torturing him the way the humans had. It was in the detention of the Rau’ve that Yuno came to learn of the existence of numerous other children like him, children who had been far less fortunate than he had. It was in the detention of the Rau’ve that Yuno came to hate the bureaucracy of humans that had ruined him and the other children he saw around.

As such, when the time came, Yuno flatly rejected the offer of a new, comfortable life. That would have to wait till another time.

Spell List
Timespace (Eagle Vision): While not technically a teleportation ability, Yuno possesses abnormally powerful eyesight. He can see objects in impossible detail, as well as distances ordinarily invisible to the naked eye. This comes at a cost; he is in a state of constant discomfort, and often experiences intense and debilitating headaches.

Mind Magic (Future Reading): Through the torture inflicted by Colonel Wronodd, Yuno is able to read the immediate intentions of almost any individual, seeing what they intend to do in the immediate future. This does not grant him mind manipulation abilities, and he cannot read long-term strategies.

Exceptional Skill List
Exceptional Unarmed x2
Exceptional Endurance
Exceptional Diplomacy