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T O T E L U V A L , F A R E W E L L
2017

GruSum

Name: Gru
Race: Grumbler
Profession: Fighter
Inventory: Epsum and Epsum's pack.
Description:
Gru is a smaller giant by comparison to others of his kin but at a height of 8 feet he is still a towering and imposing figure to most. Like the majority of his race, he is of grey coloration with skin like sheets of rock flaked around his arms, chest, shoulders and down the length of his back. They function like armor and as these "plates" fall off over time or from some other means of abuse, they are slowly replaced. They're also quite itchy and Gru will often be seen scratching at their callous surface and picking at the skin around their base. Gru is slightly heavier than other's of his kind given his shorter stature but stands more upright than most despite his stout belly. From his waist hangs simple yet worn leather and hide wrappings that offer some form of modesty despite the rest of his body being almost entirely naked. It stops just above the knee and is thick enough to deter small or dull blades and some projectiles.

Gru has a soft round face that is only slightly chiseled around the chin and nose. His head is entirely devoid of hair and over his left eye and brow is a noticeable and vertical scar. However, with the large white pupiless eyes not unlike that of a child, some of his kin actually see him as adorable.

Across his torso is a rather magnificently emblazoned tattoo of black color. Though it's specific history and meaning has been lost over time, the beauty in it's design is readily apparent. A sunburst of sorts with black rays that split into multiple pieces of blocky uniform shapes. They travel out to the midsection of his front and back in a patterned unison.

Fashioned to his back is a cradle of sorts. Leather straps have been slung over the giant's shoulders and across his midsection and hold his automaton in place. Riveted to these straps is the hide and leather satchel where the machine's torso rests. With no further room left in the cradle, it's right arm rests loosely to the side next to the pack that carries his belongings and it's head sits above it all. At first glance, Gru simply looks like a Grumbler and a pack full of treasures... or full of trash trash.

Due to events preceding this journey, Gru has also lost the ability to speak coherently and has settled for moans and groans and shrugs as his primary form of communication.

Optional Questions:
What is your characters crime? Ignorance
Favorite poem? The words once used to describe the beauty of the poems Gru once wrote has long since been lost to him.
What do you treasure most? Greens mostly... and Epsum?
Given the choice, how would you die? Epsum asked him once. Gru just shrugged.

Name: Epsum AKA Sum
Race: Automaton
Profession: Tinkerer

Inventory:

• Luna Stella
  
  A magically infused pistol that summons ammunition and does not require a reload. The "magazine" holds up to six rounds and takes about one minute to summon a replacement. Any kind of external force that cancels magic will render the weapon unable to reload. Cannot be fed conventional munitions."
• Variety of tinkered explosives including:
  
  -Plantable charge x1
  -Smoke bomb x2
  -Flash bomb x2
  -Stun bomb x2
  -Noisemaker x2
  -Bomb x1
• Variety of scavenged Automaton parts including:
  
  -Small arm x1
  -Small leg x1
  -Cogs x10
  -Rivets x20
  -Bolts x20
  -Bundle of wire x10
  -Bulb x2
  -Small chip board x10
  -Medium chip board x5
  -Large chip board x1
  -Small magnet x5
  -Fuse x20
• Variety of consumables for sale including:
  
  -Small water skin x5
  -Adrenaline syringe (Military grade) x5
  -Blister pack of two pills worth one days nutritional value x5
  -Suture kit x2
• SLAP
  
  The Surveyor of Land and Air Partner. Top left of Epsum's head (tip of head down to just below the left eye) can detach and be dispatched to survey an area. This half cannot communicate save for "blinking" of the eye but can be used to scout out a path ahead or lead someone back to him. SLAP can be separated for as long as needed and is often used to help Gru find food.
• Coin Purse - 500gp
  
  Given the nature of his skill, he can and has made a pretty penny. Given the nature of his condition, he doesn't make it as fast as he would like.

Description:
Epsum is an Automaton. What was once a machine who stood tall among his peers has since been reduced to nothing more than his upper torso, his head and his right hand. The rest of his body has been lost to oblivion never to be recovered. By some unknown means he's found himself fused to the back of Gru, his wires and metal casing having become entangled in the plates protruding from the giant's back and some of the clockwork that at one time gave his legs life are now fixed permanently to his host. The entire network of wires, metal and plates aren't the easiest on the eyes and so to compensate, Epsum, with the help of Gru, fashioned a cradle of sorts. Leather straps have been slung over the giant's shoulders and across his midsection and hold the automaton in place. Riveted to these straps is the hide and leather satchel where Epsum's torso rests and where the gruesome nature of their bond is hidden from prying eyes. With no further room left in the cradle, his right arm rests loosely to the side next to the pack that carries their combined belongings and his head simply sits atop it all, an ever watchful sentinel and an over talkative parasite. At first glance, the pair do not appear to be a pair at all but one Grumbler and a pack full of treasures... or full of trash trash.

Hanging from the pack and stuffed inside is a collection of automaton parts that "Gru" sells for coin among other things. Some of the pieces are used for self repair while the most valuable are collected and kept. During his down time, Epsum will often fashion objects from the parts he's collected, tapping into ancient and ageless knowledge to create simple reinventions from a time long forgotten. Perhaps you need a spoon that can turn into a small knife. Maybe you need goggles that protect from dust but also allow you to see the world hidden away on it's surface. Maybe you just need new shoes... that make you jump twice as high as you could before. Epsum knows how to make these things... with the right materials and of course the right price.

Epsum is made of a durable metal alloy that is a few shades lighter than his larger rocky host. Much less humanoid than his upgraded and better preserved counterparts, Epsum sports a rather blocky head with eyes hidden behind thin sheets of metal that slide vertically and act as his eye lids. His pupils light up as does his mouth when he speaks, even when there are no "lips" to physically represent his voice. Epsum is also very vocal and will usually talk for the both himself and Gru. He has a healthy sense of humor than can at times be dry but is meant as a way to help make others feel comfortable around the two.

Optional Questions:
What is your characters crime?
It's specific enough that it haunts him but is not enough to deter him from his end game. He has one last project to complete and if that means he'd have to do what he did second time, he would in a heartbeat... if he had one. To be extremely vague, it's considered a crime against humanity.

Favorite poem?
Not one to dabble in the art of the tongue, Epsum normally doesn't take to such sweet pleasantries. However, every now and again, Epsum has caught Gru... humming. A soft and gentle tune that although formless and naturally lost in translation to Epsum's less inspired mind, conjures the need words to coalesce. As if willed on it's own... a story begins to unfold but is left unfinished with Epsum at the end of the pen.

A hand made of stone,
A day and a night,
A little alone,
A little more light.

What do you treasure most? His other half.
Given the choice, how would you die? Giving birth to new life.

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T H E D A Y T H E E A R T H F E L L
2014.2015

Claritie Vale

"These memories are like fading stars... every single one. But that?... That's my favorite. Brightest little fucker in the sky."
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:.Born As.:
Claritie Vale

:.Also Known As.:
Clo
formerly Claudette Whiting
formerly The Crow
formerly The Third Harpy

:.Appear To Be.:
22

:.The Doctor Said.:
Female

:.I Swing Towards.:
Men

:.What You See.:
Clo stands at a height of 5'8" and weighs in at a healthy (if not a slight trim) 145lbs. She's has a light build but is strong enough to carry her own in a fight and is adept in combat enough to use her opponents weight against themselves, especially if they heavily out weight herself. Her hair is of a pitch black color, her eyes of a prominent golden, her skin smooth with a slight and somewhat uneven tan thanks to her protective wear. Her attire usually consists of thin jackets or shirts and durable robes that allow her body that luxury of breath during heat and thicker articles of the same clothing (including jeans, her favorite) when the temperature drops below comfortable. Her lower limbs are usually covered in comfortable boots that can weather travel across long distances. Atop her clothes (and at times underneath) are layers of thin plated armor salvaged from various places and off a number of people. This includes abdominal and chest, lower leg and armor that covers her left arm. They provide both protection and double as a means to help hide the scars left by the three day war.

:.People Say.:
First they say "Hi!". Then they say "Hey!" a little louder than the first though she manages to ignore it anyways. Once a much gentler soul, the culmination of a number traumatic events have changed Clo and not all the changes are for the better. As an older and more mature woman, she's become more abrasive than usual; a little more impatient. Perhaps a side effect of the personality she had as a child resurfacing after the wounds of a war, the pains of which were similar to her upbringing. However the Clo that emerged somewhere in between the now and the past still remains. She's adventurous and more often than not will attempt to take a path less traveled. She's come to appreciate respect although there's still the inkling of having issues with authority in her somewhere. Having grown up some, she's managed a balance of fun and danger with the virtues of patience and wisdom.

Besides being hot headed at times, a potty mouth and a generally more spirited person, Clo is also a very passionate woman. There are things in her life she cares deeply for seeing as how she doesn't have much to call her own. Her past is one of those cherished belongings and the places and people who hold court there are the pieces to the puzzle that make up whats left of her family. She's protective of them even if they don't know it.

This need to protect extends, oddly enough, to a buried sense of justice. As she's grown up, and with a work employment history that includes ample time as one of three guardians to a city, the instincts to preserve remnants of right and wrong have remained with her. She will lend a helping hand to those in need when able and will at times go out of her way to stop those who would bring harm to others.

Sometimes her solution to any given problem is permanent.

:.What I Like To Do.:
Stargaze. Still a favorite pass time of hers. Just as when she was barely able to walk, Clo calls out to the stars every night, saying hello to each by name.

Train. Not so much her skills with a blade but those abilities granted by her gift. She also practices flight with a single wing. Ultimately shes found herself limited to the sustained glide and the assisted leap.

:.Profession.:
formerly a Harpy of Paradise Lands

:.The Past Was.:
Clo's early life was tumultuous and confusing. She was brought up in slavery having never known her real mother and father. Instead she was sold to various owners and made to do their bidding. Fortunately most of the men and women who would call themselves masters over her were kind and gentle souls, everyone save for the last. An abusive man, Clo grew to hate him and in time that hate became the fuel that fed the fires to rebellion and would ultimately lead to another life. This new life arrived in the form of two girls.

Ramera and Anora Whiting were the angels that came down from heaven to save her from her hell. Together they took part in a coup with the other enslaved metahumans and succeeded in rescuing the younger girl. The sisters later adopted her, gifting her with their last name, and the three of them traveled to a rumored land where others of their kind resided and where they could find safety from the dangers of a dying world.

Paradise and it's mother Ravenia accepted Clo and her sisters with open arms. Over the span of a few years and within the protection of the city's walls, they were nurtured into strong young women and in time would prove themselves more than just beings blessed with a beautiful complexion and magnificent wings. Thankful for their salvation in their new found home and more than willing to do their part in gratitude, the three sisters would step up to become the next Harpies Three. Of course, with Ramera and Anora both being older than Clo and a slight more mature, they became guardians of the city first. Clo continued her growth until she too was offered a position among her sisters and she fell into the role with pride.

For a time they lived and thrived. Splitting their shift into three with Ramera in the morning, Anora in the evening and Clo at night, the three would work tirelessly as the first line of defense against the threat of the living and the dead alike. They excelled as Harpies and would have continued to do so... if not for the unexpected twist of fate.

The arrival of two children changed everything and would be the spark that would ignite several years of turmoil for Paradise. In short, a combined force of two raiding parties with numbers in the hundreds would converge on the city and wage a war against Paradise and her peoples. The conflict was a brutal and long one and would culminate in a three day siege, a battle that would would see the death of many who called Paradise their home. Ravenia herself would be captured and tortured only to return with their leader's severed head. To make matters worse, the other major antagonist to take part in this war would turn out to be none other than Clo's father, Cypher Vale. Their meeting would be a turning point in her life and his last words would leave her... searching.

Clo would eventually leave Paradise after the war's end and would spend the next five years wandering the dead world looking for answers.

:.The Proud.:
formerly The Third Harpy

:.A Glorious Gift.:
Clo can control one very important aspect of inanimate objects: Time. All objects within close proximity of her (a distance of 5 feet from her outstretched arm) can be pushed forward or backwards on it's own timeline. For example if one were to throw a lemon at her head, once the object is within range, she can push it's timeline forward and cause it to begin to decompose until there is nothing left. As everyone is birthed and eventually dies, so too does matter. When in direct contact with an object, she can see it's past, where it's been, who's handled it, etc. However glimpses into the future are fuzzy at best as it is every changing. Clo's gift does not effect living beings, animals or the living dead neither can she travel forwards or backwards in time.

Having spent time training this gift over the last five years, she's developed the ability to "pulse" her time manipulation. A single wave of time dilation that travels outward from the center of her body with a maximum range of 10 feet. She can only do this once per day but all non-biological objects within the area of effect fall under the same rules of time manipulation as above.

:.What I Have On Me.:
9mm Pistol (No ammo)
Sword
Ceremonial Sword
Pack containing food, water and various other tools necessary for survival.

:.Who I Know.:
Ravenia Rose
"She was... probably still is the leader of Paradise. We'd call her "Mother". Not entirely sure why but that's just how things were when I arrived and I never bothered to ask you know? It never really bothered me. In fact, when I think about it now, it made me... happy. I never knew my mother and Ravenia was the one to step into that role for me... for everyone. Sounds fucking stupid I know but... like I said. I was happy."

Ramera Whiting
"The light that always pointed home when I'd wandered too far... and I did that a lot mind you. And I don't mean just out into the fucking waste like an idiot. I did that too but I mean as a person. When I'd forget myself or forget the people around me. Forget that I had a family, a mother, a sister, people looking up to me. She'd remind me that I was no longer a child alone who had to look out for myself. That I was a girl growing into a woman who would be called upon to guide others. It was a lot to ask at times and when I was originally given the opportunity to be a Harpy I didn't quite understand. But it was because of Ramera and herself that I finally decided to step up. And of course she'd remind that she loved me. I needed that."

Anora Whiting
"So when I'd finally find my way home following Ramera's light, there was the warmth of home that made me stay. Maybe it was because we were both the younger sisters in our little trio but Anora was always there to comfort me when I'd gone and done something stupid. Ramera would play the older sister, scold me, teach me, loving me in her own way as any older sister should. Anora would be there to... fucking analogies: If I'd fallen, Ramera would tell me why so It wouldn't happen again. Anora would be the one to catch me. She was warm, loving, selfless. Together they were the embodiment of the kind of person I wanted to become."

:.Blood.:
Cypher Vale
"My father. A bitter sweet reunion is the result of his assault on Paradise. He was different than I imagined him to be I guess... Well besides wanting to kill everyone I once knew and loved, he just... looked different. I don't know, in my mind's eye I saw someone else. Then again when I think about it, I could almost see myself in his own. Anyways our meeting was brief. It was the middle of a siege after all and he'd been wounded by one of his own. He was just lying there against a rock, back turned to the others and his eyes on my home and I remember that there was this... sullen look in his eyes. Then he saw me and... he just... he just stared for the longest time. Didn't say a thing like he was thinking of something or trying to accept... everything. Then he said some shit. Stupid mother f-...

He's dead now. I think he's dead now."

:.Behind The Scenes.:
Clo's wing is usually tucked neatly behind her back and secured there via leather straps. In this way they can be concealed and make mobility a much simper task for her. A single button, when undone, will release the wing from it's confines and allow some flight and added dexterity.

Clo's Undead kill count is in the hundreds. 326 to be exact. Clo's kill count for the living (was living) is 11. It's climbing at a steady pace as she continues her search.

The left side of Clo's body is covered in some parts by burn marks. They become heavier as they travel down her arm to her hand. Most of these marks are now covered in tattoos and those are covered by her armor. It's one of the reasons she only wears a gauntlet over her left hand. There is also a slight bump along the blade of her shoulder where her destroyed left wing was amputated.

Preferred method of transportation is her motorbike. She doesn't like cars or anything confining for that matter with the exception of the straps holding down her wing.

Claudette Whiting

:.Born As.: Claudette Whiting
:.Also Known As.: Clo by those closest to her, "The Crow" by everyone else.
:.Appear To Be.: 16
:.The Doctor Said.: Female
:.I Swing Towards.:Men

:.A Glorious Gift.:
Clo can control one very important aspect of inanimate objects: Time. All objects within close proximity of her (a distance of 3 feet) can be pushed forward or backwards on it's own timeline. For example if one were to throw a lemon at her head, once the object is within range, she can push it's timeline forward and cause it to begin to decompose until there is nothing left. As everyone is birthed and eventually dies, so to does matter. When in direct contact with an object, she can see it's past, where it's been, who's handled it, etc. However glimpses into the future are fuzzy at best as it is every changing. Clo's gift does not effect living beings, animals or the living dead neither can she travel forwards or backwards in time.

:.The Proud.:
The Final Harpy

:.People Say.:
A bit of a pottymouth. Clo was by far the odd ball when it came to the Harpies Three. The Mother's choice to appoint her as watcher on the wall wasn't entirely understood at first. Before she'd been selected, she was just a normal girl who'd survived the Red Waste fighting for her life everyday just like everyone else. The years outside the walls made her a bit calloused. In short she was a softy for sure but had a unusually hard outer shell. As such she had problems with authority, problems with people trying to be a little to kind to her, problems with people who were obnoxiously kind. It was often one would find her mouthing off to another over something simple. However it was this anger, this heated will that was her most redeeming quality. When that energy was focused, she became a deadly weapon, smart, cunning, quick and at times ruthless. Her adoptive sisters took an interest in her right away. Even today despite her somewhat callous nature, they can still see the damaged little girl inside. In the end all she needed was a place that she could call home, some place that was safe... that she could help make safe. When she'd finally fallen gracefully into her role as protector of the city, she'd become a little more open, a little more optimistic.

Two people hold their own place in her heart. Anora and Ramera, her adoptive older sisters. She looks up to them and it's because of their love for her that she's slowly crawled out of the dark place she used to dwell.

:.The Past Was.:
((Being collabed with Luminance and Trillion))

:.Behind The Scenes.:
Self administered piercings to her ear, usually of a dot design.

Cypher Vale

:.Born As.:
Cypher Vale
:.Also Known As.:
King of Hearts
:.Appear To Be.:
40
:.The Doctor Said.:
Male
:.I Swing Towards.:
Women

:.A Glorious Gift.:
Charismatic
Strategist
Survivalist
Pugilist
Marksmen
Eloquent
Literate
Intelligent

:.The Proud.:
Survive, him and his family.

:.People Say.:
What do people say about the King of Hearts? Well... most try to rationalize the way he is by summing him up into a one word package: caring. He starts by disarming you with words, using a talent of tongue to pick the locks around a man's guard. Once he's found you open he begins to read the story scrawled across your chest, flipping through the pages until he finds your heart. There... where blood meets, where the muscle pumps life through the rest of the body, he takes a hold and doesn't let go... you can't let go. He tells you that you're safe and you believe him. It's here that he begins to mend what's broken, revive the person inside until they can walk on their own again. In this way they become his and in this way, they become a part of his family. It's invasive... perhaps dark... but in his mind and in the minds of those that follow him, it's safe.

What else do they say? Well perhaps he's not limited to a single word. Cold is another label to aptly describe him. If there is weakness in his men, he'll expunge it with prejudice. If there is a threat to his family? He'll eliminate it. If someone turns against him... he'll punish them, deliberately. It's in such conditions that his men grow strong, hardened, and loyal.

When he's not dealing with people, he's dealing in knowledge. Not only are his people growing in the wild to be strong and hard, they also find themselves growing smart. It's often you'll find Cypher buried in books, either reading or reading to others. If he's not reading, he's hunting, teaching those around him how to kill for sustenance. When he's not hunting... he's killing, teaching the most important lesson: to take another's life.

:.The Past Was.:
As a child, Cypher's hold on life was a struggle. He was born sick, a side affect of the poison that blanketed the air. Even as the years ebbed away what radiation remained from the war, there was still trace amounts in the Earth that had an effect on those cursed with living. It had an changed people, for the better... and worse. Cypher saw more of the latter. He'd been raised at a time when metahumans were common knowledge but remained a rare sight. There were stories floating around, tales passed from dense roves of survivors that caught the ear of a curious boy. A man who could glow, another who could ingest anything. There was the stranger who could ignite any object on a whim and the woman... a "Mother" who could summon water, the element of life from nothing. Back then they'd been simple stories... but these stories held within them a strength that Cypher hadn't yet known. Hope was a rare gift that no one could give but everyone sought after and in these stories was the hope people had been looking for. And so, it was in pursuit of this fabled "Paradise" that he and his family set out. His mother; ever beautiful, gentle and wise, always trying to see the light in the dark. His father; strong, intelligent and steadfast. He was the example of a man that Cypher hoped to one day become. Finally his older sister... and odd child but just as wise as his mother and who shared in their parents love for himself. They together with a ragtag group of survivors began the trek across the dead waste to find life.

Life however is rarely, if ever forgiving and the Earth never forgets. Neither would Cypher.

Today, Cypher travels at the head of a large group of survivors outside and far away from the walls of Paradise. They move ever closer...

:.Behind The Scenes.:
Large scar painted vertically across his back. It's starts from the left hip and spreads as it travels toward the head, ending at each shoulder blade.

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T H E L A S T A V A T A R
2015.2016.2017

Cypher

Name: Cypher
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Element: [OMITTED]
Home: Middle Ring
Profession: [OMITTED]

Appearance:
Standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 160lbs, Cypher is just under the required imposing figure that most men in the business of security already have. He sports a clean shaven head and strong facial features as if cut from stone. Blue eyes, sharp nose and sharper edges around his chin all lend to a look that is rather easy on the eyes. He attracts women with relative ease though his attitude his the wall that eventually turns them away.

His usual attire while on the job consists of a thin form fitting upper shirt and dark cargo pants or black jeans. Combat boots ensure he remains comfortable while on the move. His firearm is carried on his person via shoulder holster and he often wears leather gloves for comfort, protection, and a better grip on his gun.

He does not like to wear the exoskeleton that most other LSF agents utilize and does without it whenever he can, even if using one would significantly increase his surviving a given situation.

Stance on Benders:
Put simply, Cypher means to see all benders [OMITTED] and moves to compete this one way or the other.

Personality:
Cypher is a bit rough around the edges. Perhaps its the job or maybe that’s how he’s always been but he’s never found any relief in being kind to those he’s had to kill. He's learned that hinting at any amount of hope doesn't benefited anyone, least of all himself. And so, since the day he was born he’s been every bit as abrasive as ever. Blunt. Straight to the point. Business as usual. His job only makes it all the more necessary to keep all optimistic feelings at bay and keep dominion over his team with a strict demeanor.

Focused more than anything else, when given a task he strives to complete it doing whatever it may take to get his job down. It’s what he knows and he knows he’s very good at it. He's very meticulous on the details. He knows that everything means something and that something can lead to a break in a chase he's been looking for. He is after all a hunter of sorts, a profession that requires a certain skill set. Determination, patience, a trained eye to pick out what's important from a mess of unnecessary noise. He's also quite perceptive, able at times to see the truth of a situation when the job calls for it.

This perception bleeds into his social life. Others usually find it hard to keep the man engaged in a conversation when he knows so much of the truth. They understand he's blunt and doesn't like to waste time and so small talk and a bit of verbal foreplay isn't his thing. He cuts straight to the point though Koeska has been helping to coax him out of the habit and into more of the social butterfly he should be.

Koeska is a member of Cypher's team and one of his closer friends. It's with her he finds himself at the receiving end of a brother/sister like relationship. It’s the only kind of familial relationship he shares as he is the only surviving member of his family. Although at times he finds it more annoying than anything, it's benefited him in more ways than one and he's come to appreciate her care.

History
Born to a noble house. Cypher received an early and vigorous education on all things from history to the social arts. He's surprisingly academic if one pays close enough attention. From a young age he was engaged and found studies came easier to him than most. When outside of school, his parents were sure to put him in the forefront of their households public eye to ensure that his transition into a socialite was smooth. He was a natural and would have easily surpassed his peers... if [OMITTED]

His parents were killed in a simple Satomobile accident. There was no drunk driver in the other car. There was no zen involved, no benders, no idiots without licenses. In the end, the accident came down to simple human error. Some man in a big rig hadn't noticed the red light. Maybe he was distracted, maybe he just wasn't paying enough attention to the road but he decided to continue through the intersection and plowed through the other car in his path. Cypher's parents and the metal frame around them were obliterated...completely.

Immediately after, Cypher's housing situation changed though his social status remained the same. He was moved into the care of a [OMITTED] a couple who lived in the Upper Ring and advised the king. They added political issues to his education with a very strong emphasize on antibending. With little else to hold on to but the truth that bending was the reason the world had burned and with no other outlets to focus the anger inside him that had built up since his parents death, he turned to a life of hunting benders.

He was trained at the age of 18 for the RSF and quickly moved up their ranks from the Lower to the Upper Ring until, because of his adoptive family's connections, he was recruited into the LSF. [OMITTED] He now leads the team and it's several members, continuing his fight against the bending menace.

Koeska

Name: Koeska
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Element: [OMITTED]
Home: Lower Ring
Profession: [OMITTED]

Appearance:
5'5" with a slim build. Soft face of light complexion, brown eyes and black hair. Koeska is usually seen in jeans with the bottom edges of her tank top tucked into the waistband. She'll often wear a thin jacket with the sleeves rolled up around the elbows or a sweater vest. Her gloves run up the majority of her forearm and there is a set of odd metal contraptions that are attacked to the back of her wrist via leather straps. Covering her feet and the lower half of her legs up to her knees are a pair of sturdy boots.

Personality:
Koeska is for the most part quite chipper and optimistic. Playful most of the time and teasing the rest, she's learned to navigate the simple maze of man's mind in this way and get whatever information she wants. To make matters worse she's easily sly and coy and very persuasive. Intelligent in her use of verbiage and body language to achieve her goals. Most find it hard to determine exactly what it is she's thinking and it's completely impossible when she's in form.

Despite the way her personality can fluctuate based on any given situation, a skill as she's labeled it, when she's around certain people she finds that she's much more caring than usual. The only man she can truly label a friend for example brings out the good in her that she seldom shares with others. She can at times put the interests of those around her first even if there is no obvious benefit for herself. In a way, she kind of takes pride in that.

Stance on Benders?: She believes that benders are a people who mean well cursed with a gift that brings death to those around them. Although she wishes there were less permanent means to solve the bending problem, she understands that ending their life, one life, will save millions of others.

In her mind, benders struggle the same way she did once as a resident of the Lower Ring, they simply have no means of being [OMITTED].

History:
Koeska was born and raised in the Lower Ring to a family of poor upbringing and a short sighted future. Both of her parents worked and spent much of the day away from home leaving a young girl to fend for herself. It was out of necessity, and mostly because the woman they'd placed in charge of her couldn't keep her in check. Koeska had an odd habit that made it particularly easy to avoid others and sneak into, or in her case, sneak out of any particular place.

Freedom awarded her with the real world and the chance to mature well beyond her years into the strong spirited and yet very mischievous girl she is now. She learned early on that there were two ways to go about getting what she wanted: She either took them by force, or she convinced the other party to give it to her. She found she was skilled at both. Burglary for her came naturally and when that didn't work, her natural talent of tongue, her good looks, and a bit of bribery went a long way.

However it was during one of these acts of thievery that ultimately got her into a pile of shit she wasn't prepared for. She tripped [OMITTED] He took a liking to her and decided to recruit her into the LSF instead. At such a young age however, the training would prove to be strenuous... almost too strenuous. After having skipped out on many years of school, she was fed a curriculum at an accelerated pace. Daily lessons were then accompanied by physical training that pushed her body beyond their limits. Finally, the [OMITTED] She would eventually pass and become one of the most revered members of the LSF team, second only to Cypher himself.

Other:
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King Wu VI

Name: King Wu VI
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Element: None
Home: Palace in the Upper Ring
Profession: King of the Republic

Appearance:
Much like his forefathers, Wu has dark brown hair and green eyes. His skin however is of a slightly lighter complexion and he’s fairly tall standing near 6 feet. Still quite skinny however. Clean cut with distinct familial facial features, Wu has the flat elongated nose, pointed chin, large ears and eyebrows that are only just slightly thicker than average. He dresses in a suit and variations of green ties instead of the jewel adjourned threads that have been passed down to him.

Personality:
After twenty years on the throne, the fire that initially drove Wu to take his place at the head of his people has begun to die out. Wu’s time as King has left a weight on his shoulder that has only gotten heavier with each passing year. He means well but he understands the reason why the world is the way it is… and more importantly he understands the specific role he's meant to play in that world. He rules his people fairly yet strictly making sure that the people are happy but always remember the conflicts of the past. He doesn’t want history to repeat itself but at the same time he secretly doesn’t want his people to continue living the way they are… making him a very conflicted person.

Besides the growing distaste for his full time job, when not hampered by matters of the City, Wu is generally a positive man. The few who manage to catch him when his mind is not occupied with a thousand things tell of someone who still finds time to enjoy himself and the life he's been given. He shows great care for those subjects closest to him, taking a personal interest in the matters of others when he feels they need it. His people share in his love and even those convicted benders are shown a fair amount of grace... though it doesn't get them very far.

However he must constantly remind himself of his place and balance the good with the just and the necessary. Although he enjoys and lives his life he also understands that his life was never his own.

Stance on Benders:
He's read the history a thousand times, knows every move of the war from from every nation back to front. Understands the why and the how and the who and then when and the what. Back then the Bending nations were ready to kill in the name of finding the Avatar and that kind of thinking had to be stopped. Wu understands. But there is always two sides to every story and sometimes at the end of the book, you find out there is another.

Wu believes that Benders, like every person bender and nonbender alike, have the potential to do just as much good as bad. However he knows that not everyone can share the same ideology as him and resort more often than not, resort to their basic instinct of survival when they come across a threat. Fight or flight is a mechanism that inhabits every living creature and the human race exhibits it wonderfully. To prevent that, Benders have to be the issues that everyone can rally against.

Benders are the issue.

History:
Wu was born in the year 307ag, a good 63 years after the last great war. He grew up near exclusively in the palace and was always surrounded by those politicians that ran the world… and the children that would run the world after them. Wu’s position had been made clear early on: That the fate of the Republic would eventually rest in his hands and he would have to care for his people when the time came. He took too his predestined life with a vigor rarely seen.

Lessons started early in his life focusing on the history of the world and why he lived in what was now considered the very last city on Earth. He learned of the hard decisions his forefathers had to make for the preservation of humanity and for peace. He learned that in time he too would have to make those same decisions and would have to live with the consequences… for better or worse. He learned that his life was not merely his own but also that of the people he ruled. His future would prove to be trying but the rewards would be immense. Of course as he grew older, the real lessons, those lying underneath the ones he was taught as a child became clear. There were lies around every corner in the world and for the betterment of the Republic, it was his responsibility to uphold those lies.

His rule for the most part was unremarkable due in part to the fact that the laws already in place were simply enforced. He himself made sure of it. Benders were hunted and eventually killed as were criminals. There was little tolerance for violence of any sort though the with Lower Ring being so far out of reach of the shadow of the King, crime was still quite rampant. By doing his best to keep with the laws, there were no revolts during his reign, no wars to be waged, no major pressing political issues to dictate. It wasn’t until he was left to think for himself that he’d begun to second guess the way of the world and realize just how much of each was actually taking place.

Sure he’d never truly stood among his own people but he’d seen them in the flesh. Men and women were brought to his attention on a consistent basis and each of them… had a story. They didn’t tell it but he could see it in their eyes. They brought him pieces and over time he put together a full story. His people were safe but they were left wanting… like there was a hole that needed filling.

He felt he had to do something. Perhaps it was his turn to make a tough decision for his people, like his fathers before him.

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T H E W A L K I N G D E A D : T O G R E E N E R P A S T U R E S
2015

Chase

Name: Chase
Age: 26
Occupation: Uber
Nationality: Caucasian
Appearance:
Dirty black jeans over dirtier dark brown boots. Thick and worn brown leather jacket over a stained and previously white shirt. Chase sports a short hair cut and a chiseled face framed with the stubble of a budding beard shaved only a day ago.

Place of Residence: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Strengths:
+Endurance
Chase is strong on his feet. Strong in the chest. Strong in the head. He's worked on his cardio specifically because of his "job". He can sprint for an extended period of time having trained himself to be much more efficient with his use of oxygen. On the other side, opposite his physicality, is his ability to stretch the limits set by his own mind. He'll receive the usual signals telling him that his muscles are tired and he'll tell those signals to "fuck off".
+Charisma
Easy on the eyes and quick of tongue, or at least he likes to think. When not running from the dead, he's talking his way out of unfavorable circumstances with the living. He's found that while being unnoticed goes a long way, saying the right thing to the wrong people can go a little further.
+Pugilist
Adept with his hands in more ways than one. He was forced to learn early on that the most important weapon in an arsenal is the one you still have on you when stripped completely naked. Some people might say teeth but he prefers the leave the taste of blood in the mouths of the dead.
+Navigation
Uncanny ability to know where and which way he needs to go. A skill left over from his more civil days, it's proven helpful in the now.

Weaknesses:
+Botanist
Well opposite of. Little to no knowledge of plant life or it's cultivation. If required to survive off a diet made up entirely of berries picked from the land, he'd die. Crops tend to wither in his immediate vicinity.
+Large Firearms
Rifles or Shotguns. Anything he can't hold and fire with one hand he'd rather do without. It's not that he doesn't know how to use them, he's just more comfortable with something he can get around with. If and when he has to use them, he's less accurate than most.
+Acrophobia
Fear of heights.

Belongings:
+Backpack
General First Aid kit
Canned Food x3
Bottle Water x4
Blanket
Binoculars
Radio
Compass
10 Round 9mm Magazine x2
Flashlight

+On His Persons
Military Grade Knife
Machete
9mm Handgun with Suppressor
Clothes on his back

Personality:
What was once a kind and lighthearted man has been conditioned in the world that is the zombie apocalypse. Changes had to be made and had to be made quick. Kindness turned to a cautious outer shell and the lighthearted banter that his clients enjoyed in the past has become a series of guarded questions, an elaborate maze of dialogue set up to protect whatever he has left.

It's first layer is the friendly face that he uses to greet strangers, but only those strangers he's deemed safe enough to introduce himself to. Those he doesn't will meet an entirely different person. Someone unpredictable, deadly and dangerous.

Other:

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W I S H I N G S T A R - A F R O N T I E R A D V E N T U R E
2016

June Magarius aka Jack Slater

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Name: June Magarius aka Jack Slater
Race: Magnus Empire
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180
Age: 26
Occupation: Diplomat
Personality:
Not one to act the norm, even in politics, June is found to be a little more cheerful than most. He tries to find the good, not just in a bad situation but also in other people... mostly for his own comfort of course. He's learned from an early age that the easiest way to get anywhere in life is to rely on others and the best way to surround yourself with "friends" is to befriend them. Of course, this mentality is one of the many reasons he gets himself into a lot of trouble and also why he's followed constantly by an escort of sorts. This other person usually takes on the role of the "Voice of Reason", steering him clear of danger and letting him know when he's being a general idiot.

There are benefits however. He has connections everywhere and with those connections comes power, resources and aid should he need it. He has a knack of slithering his way out of tense situations with a few well placed words and has managed to woo the spirits of those around him on occasion... both for business and pleasure. This silver tongue of his, although it has its uses, is still in it's infancy and if he ever hopes to dissuade a nation from war, he knows he has a long way to go.

Besides his need to surround himself with friends and family, June also has a major flaw... one that will be tested in the frontier. He's hates conflict and will actively avoid it if it were at all possible. He has no combat experience save for what training he's done with his pistol and is an absolute wreck when it comes to hand to hand combat. More often than not, when faced with the choice of fight or flight, he'll flee. Of course even after being burdened with these fears, his determination to prove himself is unwavering and he's decided to press on regardless of the dangers ahead.

History:
June hails from the Empire of Magnus, a large nation of men and women who live on borrowed power and shun the rest of the world. From early beginnings they struggled and although, through some luck, they've managed to carve off a piece of the world as their own, they've also learned from their mistakes and are quite weary of everyone else. This ideology became the foundation for which June's childhood was built on... but it wasn't one he placed at his core. His parents who were of noble birth and who lead lives close to the epicenter of their nation's political landscape were sure to teach their child the fundamentals of their people but also stressed the importance of having an open mind. The Magnus Empire would not become the bubble that their son would be trapped in and he was quick to learn that there was more to this world than the one he could see outside his bedroom window. There were people and places out there to meet and see and it was out there that he would find the one thing that everyone was looking for... peace. Noble birth did not come without its fair amount of history lessons and June knew everything there was to know about the three nations and the tentative treaty they'd drawn up for each other. It was the focus of his parents to find a permanent solution to the plague of war and June dreamt of following in their footsteps.

Of course the journey there would be a tumultuous one. FIrstly, he was not the only child. In fact, he was the youngest although he was loved no less than the others. What really set him apart was the fact that he had no affinity to the art of magic. No use for runes other than to move them from one place to another, couldn't understand arcane script or the like. His nations entire lively hood was tied to these ancient relics and in that way he was crippled. It's one of the reasons he took up the word instead of the sword. Additionally, he quickly found that though he had the knowledge, the silver tongue needed to use that knowledge to his advantage was lacking. It wasn't that he couldn't hold his own at the front of a crowded room. He could give a speech all day long. His voice lacked direction and at the moment, held little merrit. Being the youngest of his family's name and the only one unable to tap into their people's source of life, few gave head to his word.

He couldn't move forward unless something changed. He'd have to prove himself through action... and perhaps a little luck. His answer?

The Wishing Star.

Aiding him in his journey is one of the Yaroi Republic's own. A peculiar character who was originally hired on as a guard of sorts. Lara as she became known had been assigned to protect June and assist in whatever way she could. She sticks close to his side at all times, unless told otherwise.

Other:
His favorite sauce is bbq.
See Lara's CS for information on his bodyguard.

Combat section
Weapons:
The Black Star
A pistol. This six shooter, elegantly designed by Yaroi's best and purchased by June's father, has never actually been fired and June doesn't expect to use it ever. He's taken to resolving conflict by word of mouth rather than spitting bullets. However if need be, he is an excellent shot having spent years practicing with a similar model in case the day came when words were not enough. Having never been fired before however, the weapon's exact extent of usefulness has never actually been tested. It was after all on display since it's purchase.
Armour:
June is found to be wanting in regards to armor. He essentially has none... save of course for the weak Runic spell placed on his attire. This invisible barrier, while still susceptible to direct hits from any kind of projectile, will deflect anything that comes in contact with it at more than a 45 degree angle. The fabric acts as though it is made of a kind of thick padded material and essentially bounces the bullet (or whatever it may be) harmlessly away from it.
Suit
Complete with coat, shirt, vest, tie, pants and boots. Changes daily though only occasionally now that he is on the road. His attire does little more than keep him warm during the cold days and colder nights. The only real means of defense besides his pistol and knife are the spells weaved into the fabric of his clothes and of course Lara.

Magic: None. What magic he does wield is purely defensive and only because someone else has done the work for him. For example, the runes that protect his articles of clothing were woven into the fabric by his family before he left as a way to aid in his journey. The bullets that require a runic charge or some kind of arcana to feed from do so themselves thanks in part to Yaroi design.
Fighting style: Prefers not to fight if it can be avoided. If engaged, in hand to hand combat, he'll squeal.
Skills:
-Charisma
Has a way with words... most times. It's a skill that becomes the most useful when he's not trying to use it. He's been able to get himself out of sticky situations or turn things to his favor by appeasing the people around him with a few well placed words. It's also a skill that's gotten him into a lot of trouble. His verbal arsenal does include after all a natural talent for believable lies and well planned out deceit.
-Excellent shot
Although not one for combat, he's received extensive training with firearms. His trigger finger is quick and accurate and he's been known to hit a target's bulls eye from a significant distance away. Any other weapon and he's complete shit with it.
-Perceptive
Has a knack for reading a situation and seeing where things may lead. Can pick up on some slight undertones in one's speech and can at times pick up on subtle clues in his environment.
-Educated
His education ensured that he was knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects not the least of which is history. Politics thrives on learning from your past mistakes and moving forward with a better understanding of the world around you. He's also well versed in the subjects of mathematics, political sciences, law and a few others. He's fluent in a number of languages other than the common tongue shared between the three nations.
-Very good at finding places to hide.
A skill he's picked up after perceiving his own ass kicking and hiding to prevent it.

Miscellaneous stuff
Inventory:

On His Person

-12 Rounds
-handkerchief
-4" knife
Mostly utilitarian. Can be used for defense as a last resort.
-Smokes
-Cards
-pencil and a sheet of paper
-Coin Purse (25g)

On Horse Pack

-Rations
1 Weeks worth in the form of 10 canned meals and 5 large slices meat that have been salted and packed.
1 Days worth horse feed in the form of 5 large slices of dehydrated jerky and 1/2 bushel of hay.
-Water
3 Days worth in the form of one leather water sack and 2 canteens.
1 Days worth in the form of 2 leather water sacks.
-Munitions
12 Rifle Rounds
36 Pistol Rounds
-Runes
1 Water
1 Fire
1 Earth
1 Wind
1 Lightening
1 Dark
1 Light
-Matches
-Rope
-Sheets of paper and extra pencil
-Blanket
-Large leather canvas
For tenting and cover during short rests during inclement weather.
-Compass
-Map of Frontier
-Gun Cleaning Kit
-4 Changes of clothes
2 for June
2 for Lara
-Coin Purse (125g)

Horse x2
Money: 150g

Lara aka Jack's Body Guard

Name: Lara
Race: Yaroi Republic
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 145lbs
Age: Appears to be in her twenties.
Occupation: Guard for the Magarius Family
Personality:
Lara's personality is a little hard to grasp. For a woman with a very singular drive, she displays a wide range of emotions, putting on skins as needed to get the job done. In this way, she has no real set of personalities. However, June is the one constant in her life. Perhaps its the job at hand and the binds of her contract but she puts priority of his protection over everything else. She'll interject when she believes he's making the wrong decision and give insight into situations that are beyond his perception. Beyond that, others find it difficult if not impossible to understand exactly who she is. It seems she keeps most of this close to her chest.

History:
Lara hails from the Yaroi Republic. Her time before her employment as guard for the Magarius Family is shrouded in mystery. Those who rule over are the few that know the truth and that does not include June's family.

Other:
She doesn't have a favorite sauce.

Combat section
Weapons:
Pistol
Not unlike June's equipped with a six shot cylinder.
Rifle
Can fire both standard munitions (effective at 100 yards) and bullets infused with the energy given to it via runes. This is done in two ways. The first of which, and by far the most accessible to anyone, is by loading specially shaped runes into the rear of the rifle. Once a rune with a specific element is fixed in place, a single round is pushed into the chamber and the hammer pulled back. At this point, the rune feeds the bullet a specific type of energy, depleting it of it's charge and changing the properties of the receiving munition. It's effects change depending on the chosen rune and all effects are detailed in the hider below. Once the rifle is fired, the rune must recharge resulting in a wait time of around 5 minutes.

The second method is by feeding it arcane energy from an outside source not unlike a sponge. It's current and most immediate source are the elemental runic scripts that have been tattooed around Lara's wrist. They function in the same manner as their portable counterparts. Only difference is when used, the scripts disappear until it is ready to be used again.

Rune Elements and Effects

Fire
Incendiary: 50yrds
Rounds hit target and burn white hot. Can melt through metal.
Water
Ice: 50yrds
Freezes non-biological and lesser creatures on contact. Can slow other biological creatures.
Earth
Stone: 50yrds
Turns a lesser creature into stone on contact. No effect on non-biological objects.
Wind
Air Blast: 25yrds
Fires a concentrated ball of air at a target down range. Can knock the target off it's feet.
Lightening
Bolt: 50yrds
Fires a streak of intense lightening.
Dark
Confusion: 100yrds
A shot that attacks the senses creating a general sense of disorientation or confusion. Can be accompanied by visions depending on how susceptible the target is. Lesser creatures will automatically attack anything or itself.
Light
Flare: 25yrds
Shot into the air. Used to light a given area, send a message, blind or cause intense damage to undead and vampires alike. The flash is just as intense as real sunlight and last for 1 minute.

Bow
Simple bow to be paired with any number of arrows. When she's run out of all other options, she'll use these last.
Pair of Daggers
Strapped to her waist both for engagements in close quarters and for ranged attacks.
Armour:
Lara boasts an outfit that is both durable to the elements and light enough to move swiftly in. Most of the material is made of a thick leather that is both stiff and still slightly flexible. It's strong enough to deflect bladed weaponry and bullets that are just close enough to kiss the skin.
Leather Corset
Wraps around the upper waist and hips, hugging the form up to the bust and ending there. It covers most vital organs and provides the perfect balance between protection and movement. This is supplemented by guards along the forearms, leather lined gloves and a pad covering her right shoulder.
Leather Pants
Form fitting and still utilitarian in it's design. It's a deep black color much like the rest of her attire and does an acceptable job of keeper her lower limbs protected from all manner of dangers be they natural or man made.
Leather Boots
Made to match the rest of her attire and functioning exactly the same. Their durable enough to remain intact long after her journey should be over... and comfortable enough to feel as though they're not even there.

Magic: She draws energy from the rune provided by June and that is essentially all the dabbling she does in the arcane arts. Beyond that, she simply loads different runes into her rifle to spit death down range.
Fighting style:
Fast and effective. She is well versed in multiple forms of combat and her situational awareness is meant to be unprecedented. Of course she doesn't have much in the way of real world combat experience in the Frontier. Most of her encounters have been small and sporadic security concerns in and around the Magarius Family home so she has yet to test her abilities.

She's handy with her guns, slightly better than June himself and knows her way around any number of ballistic firearms. When a fight moves to close quarters, she usually both her fists and her daggers with deadly precision. Coordinated, almost practiced lethality is her MO though more often than not, and under June's careful eye, she tries for the temporarily incapacitated approach as opposed to the more permanent solutions.

Miscellaneous Stuff
Inventory:

On Her Person

-Munitions
12 Pistol Rounds
24 Arrows
2 Rifle Rounds
1 Rune (Light)
1 Explosive Device
-Lockpicking kit

Money: 0g

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B E V E R L E Y H I L L S H I G H
2018

Johndel "Jay" Sterling

T H E N E P H I L I M

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J O H N D E L " J A Y " S T E R L I N G
"War will pay for people and people will pay for relief from war.'"
_{T H E M E}

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_{A G E :}
17
_{S E X :}
Male
_{S E X U A L I T Y :}
Heterosexual
_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S :}
Single
_{O C C U P A T I O N :}
Full Time Student / Aspiring Entrepenuer
_{C L I Q U E :}
TBD
_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

Short dark hair, heterochromia, just a sliver of facial hair to frame a strong chin. Jay has a lithe build and the subtle form of man who takes care of his body but doesn't make a sport of it. He's healthy, eats well and regularly works out thanks in part to his father's stressing a taste of the military life.

His clothes are usually neutral and dark. Black jeans most days and blue jeans or khakis the rest. When he's not in a shirt, he's in a button up and when he's not in a button up, he's got himself a sweater and a leather jacket.

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W H O A M I

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_{Q U I R K S :}

• Wide Smile
• Good Will
• Low Key
• Early Bird
• Right Handed
• Drive Stick
• Excellent Swimmer

_{D R E A M S :}

Make his own shadow instead of living under one. Aspiring to follow his father and mother but at the same time, avoid becoming either of them. Be a living example that good can exist in the world without the expectation of something in return. That good can exist in the world without the need to lie to obtain it.

_{L I K E S :}

• 2006 MV Agusta F4 CC
• Bagheera, a black Russian Blue
• Ben
• Water
• Money

_{D I S L I K E S :}

• Avocados
• Price of Gas
• Batteries
• Drama
• Blood Money

_{F E A R S :}

• Dangerously close to becoming good at what his father does. He's a natural at it and ultimately he doesn't want to be. His greatest fear is the growing realization that he'll have to be the thing he hates.
• Doesn't like closing his eyes when in the shower. He's learned early on that his imagination is unsettling detailed.

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_{H I S T O R Y :}

Everything in Jay's world comes down to three things: War, lies and money. The three go hand in hand, feeding off one and consuming the other. Three points on a circle that can never stop spinning with Jay at the center. His father is head of "Sterling Group", the largest Private Military Company in the world. Based out of the US, the company has offices dotting the globe and contracts with the world's leading military. His mother is the founder of "Swan Song", an Outreach group specializing in countries torn apart by war. Missions typically reach out to the same countries Sterling Group is stationed for obvious reasons: People need to suffer before you can offer relief. That is the foundation for the Sterling Family's fortune. A religion that believes in one truth: War pays for people and people pay for relief from war. This is the life Jay is born into.

At age three, Jay learned early on that his parents would never be around. They traveled constantly, his father's work taking him to countries at war and his mother to the same countries after they'd torn themselves apart. Like clockwork the two of them were. When one was home, the other was away and vice versa. They seldom had meals together, rarely spent time together as a family and only on occasion would they come together in support of their son. They just never had the time and as Jay moved away from the life of a toddler to that of a quickly growing child, he would come to realize that time is forever short.

Age six and the Sterling family of three became a family of four. It baffled Jay if he was to be honest. "When did they find the time to make me a sister?" Kara "Kay" Sterling would be the newest addition to the Sterling Family and with work ever calling the parents away, they would need to hire a caretaker. Enter Ben Wallace. Ben would become the closest the two children would come to an ever present father figure. Not that their actual parents were horrible people. They genuinely loved their children but were simply never home at the same time. Ben was loyal, caring, a confident for Jay whenever he was having a shit day. He would took care of Kara and look after Jay for the foreseeable future.

At nine years of age, his father and mother took time away from work, for the first time ever, to connect with a son and daughter they wanted to get to know better. They did this... by slowly introducing their work to them. Jay started at the shooting range, was quickly moved on to self defense, and finally received an in depth look into the history of war and the role his father and mother played in it. Kara mostly just spent time with mom. By the time Jay turned 12 and Kara 6, he'd pull the trigger on every gun his father owned, could successfully disarm someone swinging a knife in his face and could name every country Sterling Group and Swan Song had visited and what they'd accomplished there. It was a lot to take in for a budding teen but it was also the lessons that would come to define who he wanted to be... and it was definitely not his parents.

The Sterling Family would eventually move to Beverly Hills as Jay crested into his 15th year. He'd finish off the last couple months of his Freshman year at BHHS, brushing off skills as a software engineer he'd picked up from anther school and signed up to join the Water Polo team for the following year. Although not exactly trying to be incognito, he didn't really ending up on anyone's radar. His Sophomore year however was very different. He quickly learned that High School was simply another war that needed to be fought and BHHS was ground zero. Cliques, social ladders, teens who lived off the suffering of others. This all seemed rather familiar and something he wholeheartedly wanted to avoid. The best way to do that? The only way he knew how: Help someone win the war and bring it to and end. The rest of the year was spent learning the different sides and picking one. At the top of the ladder were the HOT girls and opposite them was well... no one. He'd learned that years ago there had been a group of guys who'd banded together by chance and had stood up against their predecessors, The Unholy Trinity. The legends. The Elites. All believed to be myths up until Damien O'Connor. Word was he planned to make a comeback and Jay knew all too well what happens when you help someone win a war and when you help those affected by it. His outlook for his Junior year?

Profit.

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_{E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S :}

• Varsity Water Polo Team. In line to become captain.
• Jujutsu
• Volunteers at the Swan Song soup kitchen.
• Works at Sterling Group training facility. Because of his father's semi strict regiment growing up, Jay is fit enough to take part in some of their training exercises. Otherwise he is mostly there to learn in a logistics capacity. His experience there so far and the recent pushes in virtual technology, a field passionatly explored by his sister, he's begun developing a virtual training program of sorts.

_{B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S :}

Best: History, Computer Science
Worst: English

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_{T I M S T E R L I N G :}

Father of Jay, Kara and his work of passion Sterling Group. Tim is stern but fair, passionate and strong, a leader and a fighter through and through. In his younger years he'd figuratively and literally bled for the red white and blue, earning a purple heart in the wars of the middle east after taking a bullet in the chest. He went on to take part in the conflict against North Korea in the aftermath of the second Cold War and the following skirmishes with neighboring territories thereafter. Never quite able to leave a life as a warrior behind, he went on to found Sterling Group, enlisting a number of men from his special forces unit to create the ground floor. His company took off rather quickly thanks in part to years of experience on and off the field and in time, he was able to purchase some of the competition.

_{H A N N A H S T E R L I N G :}

Mother of Jay and Kara and founder of Swan Song. Hannah met Tim when she was on outreach under a different company name with a specialization on getting their soldiers whatever they needed. Their love story is nothing to swoon over. They met and they clicked. After a couple of heated nights spent in the same bed, they eventually decided that they wanted the other... forever.

The decision to step away from her previous employers and start her own company was in response mostly to the fact that her husband was always on the move and not always where the rest of her soldiers were. She wanted to keep an eye on him but also wanted to continue to help those in need. Swan Song offered her both. The ability to travel to worn torn countries, to help those effected by the war and make sure Tim wasn't getting himself in over his head. The donations from people and government alike are enough to keep her operation going and then some.

_{K A R A S T E R L I N G :}

Daughter of Tim and Hannah and younger sister of Jay. Kara is a force all her own. Smart and collected like the rest of her family and wise beyond her years, she's cut out her own niche in her school and plans to do the same when she finally enrolls in BHHS. At night and at the center of another wold entirely, Kara is a celebrity having found success in the robust ESports scene.

She's managed to keep her two lives separate and very few in the real world know who she is online, her brother being one of them.

_{B E N W A L L A C E :}

Longtime caretaker and butler to the Sterling family. A father figure to both Jay and Kara when their parents are away from home. Ben is loyal to a fault, cares deeply for the well being of the Sterling family, especially that of the Sterling children, and... is the best driver in the business. Ben's skills include cooking, cleaning, singing and dancing, translations and more.

_{S T E R L I N G G R O U P :}

Private Military Company founded by Tim Sterling following the conflict surrounding North Korea and her allies. Sterling Group is based out of the US with it's new headquarters and training facility situated just outside the city of LA and offices in 29 countries around the globe. As of late, the group has become a conglomerate after having purchased four other PMCs. Current contracts with various governments have been valued between $500 million to near a billion dollars.

_{S W A N S O N G :}

Charity and Outreach group founded by Hannah Sterling. Swan Song has received national attention for their work in 3rd world countries providing aid to the victims of war, especially in areas where fighting had not ceased.

Their main office is in New York but a satellite was setup in LA as well as a soup kitchen and center for finding jobs for the unemployed.

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For the GMs

I wasn't kidding about my plate of spaghetti @Lovely Complex

1.Originally the Unholy Trinity, H.O.T. is the acronym derived from the names of the three girls who would go on to carry the mantle of the number clique in BHHS. Hailey. Ophelia. Beatrix.

2.The candies is a group originally formed by Belle Lyon to foster love. Her niece Ophelia has taken over and aspires to build her own Candyland.

3. The Elite were originally headed by Bryant O'connor and included a group of five boys including himself, Ender Anderson, Wolfe Kingsley, Leon Brycen and Bartimaeus Locke. The Elite is making a possible come back under Connor's son Damian.

^{Face Claim: Josh Keaton | Text Color: bdbdbd | Dialogue Color: ffffff}

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W O L V E S A N D W I L D F L O W E R S 1 x 1
2018

Edwin James Brynwulf

E D W I N J A M E S B R Y N W U L F

_{F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y:}

Hailing from a land across the Endless Plains, the Brynwulfs were traditionally a nomadic hunting tribe of men and women. Ever on the move, they never bothered to settle in one location long enough to grow roots. That is until they happened upon the Tulleys. The Tulleys presented them with two options: Option one was to try and take from them the land they'd already claimed. Option two, and by far the more favorable, was to strike a deal where the Brynwulfs would use their expertise and skills as huntsman to provide their people with food and the Tulleys would give them a place to call home.

The Brynwulfs chose option one.

Over the course of several days of fighting, the initially overpowering force of the invaders was eventually exhausted when in direct opposition of the patience of the Tulleys and that of a second family that had already taken up residence with them: The Faidwells. Using their prowess over botany and their many apothecaries, they kept the Tulleys in the fight long enough to keep the Brynwulfs at bay and eventually over take them.

Defeated, the Brynwulfs were given a second chance to choose and this time they chose correctly.

Since then, the Brynwulfs have held a deep resentment for the Faidwells citing them as the sole reason they were defeated. To add more heat to the flame, the two families have very different outlooks for the future of the Kingdom of Alastar. While the Brynwulfs believe in conquering the nearby settlements and aggressively folding them into their own, the Faidwells think otherwise. As such, there has been an abundance of back and forth between the two houses, even more so when there are other houses involved.

As of late, their bickering has been prone to violence and the Tulley's have decided to intervene.

_{E D W I N ' S H I S T O R Y:}

Born to James and Jocelyn Brynwulf. Eldest of their family and first of four children. Edwin was groomed at a very young age to eventually take over as head of the Brynwulf family estate. He's taken to his future rather well. Being his father's son, he shares many of his defining traits. He can at times be arrogant, brash and headstrong. He often times gets himself in over his head and when he does, he seldom seeks help to get himself out. He'll take the harder option just to prove a point... something his family is notorious for. On the other hand, these traits bleed into his loyalty. He has a strong passion for the politics of the city, the good of the people and the defense of those people. He takes his job, and future job, very seriously and intends to do them right no matter what. As such, over the years, he's dedicated himself to improving the man he would need to be.

Hunting was easiest for him. He is a natural with a sword as it is with his entire family. A natural shot. A natural hunter and tracker. He's already taken to his family's keep the annual Alastar's Huntsman trophy the last consecutive seven years and is currently eyeing the crown for the upcoming Tulley Tournament. In between hunts was an apprenticeship into the family business to understand the process of making and selling of armaments and the training of the king's soldiers as well as their own. "The Steel Wulf" reads the sign hanging outside their weapons and armor depot. Being the charismatic and silver tongued devil he's been known to be, the role of the businessman slipped on rather easily as well. He's closed the deals on some of the families most profitable ventures yet. Lastly, and most definitely the hardest for him, was his schooling. He graduated... almost didn't.

On the day of his 25th year of birth, Edwin was given the great news that he would be wed... to a Faidwell.

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M A G I A , A M O R E E T B E L L U M
2018

Damien Anne Louis

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D A M I E N A N N E L O U I S
"You haven't lost yourself. Not yet."
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^{_{G E N D E R :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 28
^{_{A L I G N M E N T :}} Guild
^{_{R A N K :}} Lieutenant

^{_{B I R T H M A R K :}}

The Tree of Life

The mark starts from his left hip and climbs the length of the side of his body, the branches and leaves splaying across both his abdomen and lower chest and across parts of his back.

^{_{M A G I C :}}
Classified

^{_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}}
Personable. Approachable. Friendly. Traits given the nature of his work outside the guild. Damien is charismatic but in such a way as to avoid arrogance. Confident as is needed given his rank within the guild and the leadership that is required of him. Nurturing due to all the above. These traits go hand in hand with a natural sense of focus and drive.

He's a Louis first and foremost. Heir to a family fortune and a legacy with which he has been trusted to uphold and continue. His work ethic reflects that. He's extremely business oriented. Is always looking toward the future and trying to solve today's problems from the inspiration he draws. Calculated and thoughtful with his decisions given that they tend to affect more than just himself.

^{_{H I S T O R Y :}}
Born and raised in New York, New York. Damien has been a lieutenant of the guild since he was 25, a member since he was 14 and has been practicing to be a mage since he was the age of 9. As a Louis, it was expected of him since birth to follow in the footsteps of his family and take on the responsibility of protecting the world from the exposure of magic on their way of life. To do anything less was out of the question. As such, much of his youth was spent with his head in books, learning of the history of the world of the Magi and its use and disuse. Understanding its application in the development of modern technology and where its been applied today. Discovering what's next for magic and how to usher its ever changing presence into a less than tolerable world. It was this focus on studies that opened up the door for him to run the family business.

Outside the guild, Damien runs MELD, taking over as head from his father when he turned 20. Operations are hidden within Louis tower, a massive skyscraper which stretches toward the sky near the center of New York city, piercing through the horizon from every angle.

<sup><sub>R E L A T I O N S H I P S :

O T H E R :</sub></sup>
MELD

Science was always a point of contention when it came to its involvement in magic, even before the art was pushed into the shadows and while most tried to keep the two separate, the Louis family realized that science would be the bridge to connect their two worlds. Medicine became their focus and over the course of a few centuries, they came to own the largest biomedical research and development corporation in the world, MELD. Damien's interests lie specifically with the development of advanced prostheses and the application of it's benefits within and without the Magi community.

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^{This OC conceived for: Magia, Armore et Bellum}

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B L A C K
2018

Sylara "Sylar" Cascada

C A P T A I N ^{_{O F T H E}} A V A L O N

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S Y L A R A " S Y L A R " C A S C A D A
"Let's talk."

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^{_{A G E :}} 24
^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{W E I G H T :}} 155
^{_{H A I R C O L O R :}} Black
^{_{E Y E C O L O R :}} Brown

^{_{S K I L L 1:}} Pick-pocket ^{lvl 1
_{S K I L L 2:}} Precise Shot ^{lvl 1
_{A B I L I T Y :}} None
^{_{R E L I C :}} None

^{_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}}

From the onset, Sylar is as callous as his men are cruel. On deck his demeanor is that befitting of his rank as captain of his ship. He's the authority that's meant to keep his men in line. The eyes meant to see ten steps ahead. The ears meant to pick up everything and the mind meant to shift through the rumors and find the truth. Being a pirate is one thing. The life of such, though hard, only becomes easier as one hardens himself. To be the captain of a crew of pirates however, your skin must be unbreakable. So Sylar is. Tough, unflinching in his rule. Unflinching in his judgement. Never second guessing himself and always sticking to his word. He's honorable in that sense but also feared in the same way. If he says he's going to do something... he will or die trying.

At least that's the facade he puts on while walking the deck.

Behind closed doors, Sylar becomes a little more aloof. Like an adult that hasn't completely grown out of being a child, a tendency made harder to avoid considering his age and that of the one person closest to him. When around Sybil, Sylar is truly himself... which means he's rather stupid. Sometimes forgetful. A little too curious and a little too excited to challenge those around him. Sometimes the word he intends to stick too leads him into trouble and it's Sybil who pulls him back and reminds him that he's only human. She's his guide and he's her shield.

^{_{H I S T O R Y :}}

Sylar began life at sea at a young age. Having been an orphaned child, he was picked up by a group of sailors looking for cheap labor with no ties or family to burden them. Sylar was the perfect choice, not only because he fit both those criteria but also because he actually wanted to work. A job meant life and a job on a boat meant a life of freedom. He acclimated himself to the jobs required of him rather quickly, picking up every manner of odd task from food service to look out to cleaning... everything. It was tough but he didn't care. He wanted to remain and so he constantly stove to prove that he belonged.

During one such voyage out at sea, Sylar discovered a stowaway. There in the lowest deck of the ship was a small redheaded girl with a peculiar bracelet around her wrist, a girl who'd managed to climb aboard during a visit to the mainland and remain unseen. It was no easy task to complete considering the size of the crew on board and yet, here she was, hunched over with a sack next to her and her eyes peering at him through the crimson of her hair. He didn't know it yet, but the burning feeling in his gut was the first spark of attraction.

What followed was a week of trying to keep her hidden. He would sneak food and water down to her. Keep her updated on where they were and how long it was before they made land fall. He'd promised to at the very least get her off the boat safely. Although these men were in the employ of the governed, they were still privateers and there was no telling what they'd do to Sybil if they found her. Of course, some of the more observant men of the crew noticed Sylar spending more time than usual below decks and eventually Sybil was discovered. Thanks to the girl's gift however, and unbeknownst to Sylar or anyone else, the crew was persuaded to take her in.

History would repeat itself five years later when their ship is over taken by pirates. The last two survivors after a rather bloody battle, the captain takes an interest in the both of them after having watched them prove themselves capable of surviving in fire. He adds them to the crew and fives years later is replaced by Sylar with Sybil as his first mate.

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^{This OC conceived for: B L A C K}

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T H E W H I T E L O T U S P R O P H E C Y
2018

Lunara "Luna" Edsell

T H E S P I R I T

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L U N A R A " L U N A " E D S E L L
"Show me something."
_{T H E M E}

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_{A G E :}
25
_{S E X :}
Female
_{E L E M E N T :}
None

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

Red, naturally curling hair that hangs to her mid back, framing a porcelain face of soft features and emerald eyes. She's quite beautiful, if she'll allow herself to admit it. Luna is trim. Lithe. Lively. Stands at an average 165cm. It isn't entirely noticeable under her thicker layers, but she's taken pains to care for her body.

Luna has always been one for comfort over anything else. On cold days, she's in a beanie, a hoodie, jeans and maybe boots. Colors don't always match but on a good day, they will. When the sun's embrace is strongest, she's content with a loose shirt, jeans again and slip-ons or sneakers.

_{H I S T O R Y :}

Luna doesn't speak of home. Not often. She's more content in living in the now, capturing each new moment she experiences when she can. However, the clues pointing to her history hang in her little apartment in the city.

Paintings, done in her hand, meticulously recreate... the city of Goaling. Crowded and dirty and suffocating. A desert ocean. Vast yet abandoned. A golden sea threatening to spill from the frame and fill the entire room. A forest. Deep and dark and lonely. Light filtering through the canopy above illuminating the a world of lush green. An image of three individuals. Faces unremarkable and in matching garb. Two of the figures clearly adult and one smaller looking child. A boy.

Born to a poor family, one with little ambition to claw their way out of the little corner of the world they'd comfortably stuffed themselves into, Luna began life with eyes untrained to the color of the wider world. This would ultimately become the fuel to drive the life of a soul that never wavered in one place too long. Her appetite for the world was a ravenous one and her family recognized it immediately. When not at home, which was often enough, she could be found exploring the city. Memorizing the shops lining every dusty street. The smells of the bakery on the other side of town. The feel of the sand on her skin at the edge of the dessert to the north. The taste of water in the air in the forest to the south. The way her heart beat in her chest when she was chased into an alleyway by the Wulang boys... and how good it felt to scratch the smiles off both of their faces. Then, she'd take these memories and bring them home, spin a tale for a father and mother who were too weary by days end to find their own adventure. They loved her however, and wanted nothing more than to feed the spirit that would one day take her far away from them.

Their first gift to her was the most important of her life: A set of wax crayons. Six colors.

After studying to become a journalist, Luna moved to the city with the love of her life, her camera. She landed a job that allowed her the freedom to travel, see the world and continue to tell stories about life through her lens. Being an intern at Shinobi News Network was exactly where she wanted to be... for the most part.

She keeps the best stories to herself and her blog.

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^{This OC conceived for: The White Lotus Prophecy RP}

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T H E R E D H O O D S : I N I T I A T E S
2018

Nickolas Album

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N I C K O L A S A L B U M
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^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{S P E C I E S :}} Human

^{_{P H Y S I C A L A B N O R M A L I T I E S :}}
Scarring reminiscent of a projectile entry point centered on the chest area. The single wound is a little less than an inch in diameter.

^{_{E X T R A :}}
Volunteered.
Nick is fairly good with a mandolin, likes his fruit, likes his drink, likes his women and knows his poisons. Is also new to the area and unless anyone is extremely well traveled, would not recognize his face.

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^{This OC conceived for: The Red Hoods: Initiates}

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L O S T M A N G R A F F I T I
2020

Kaede, Mochizuki - Full Version

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K A E D E , M O C H I Z U K I
"What's your story?"
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D E S C R I P T I O N :

^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{W E I G H T :}} 155lbs

Mochi is the guy you run into all the time at the coffee shop, mostly because he works there. Tall and lithe. Weighing in at a slight less than average one hundred and fifty pounds. Black hair, hazel eyes framed in blacked rimmed glasses, light skin that is ever so slightly kissed by the sun. He's usually one to keep things as business casual as he can, which he really can't, in an attempt to keep the appearances of a man more focused than he knows he really is. His clothes, even as well fitted as they are, tend to move on their own, as does his hair, and glasses, and his belongings whenever he puts them down. The only thing as stagnant as the lifestyle he's chasing is his life. Tenoroshi can do that to people.

Despite appearances leading to assumptions of a lack of drive, Mochi is quite diligent when it comes to his work and studies. He's managed to remain top of his class and keep a healthy social lifestyle. When his head isn't in a book, he's actively keeping in touch with friends, keeping up with the happenings in far off places and trying to find what adventure he may in this confined word of his. When not getting lost in the musing of a young adult, he's making coffee. Good with his hands, good with machines and good with people, his work ethic has seen to his promotion and after a year on the job, he now manages his own team of baristas.

When the facade of a man meant for better things becomes to great a weight to bear, or when at home, he sheds this skin to the young adult still a boy dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts smeared with print. Sometimes wrinkled.

Usually wrinkled.

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W O R L D B U I L D I N G ( N P C s )

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K A E D E , N A K A N O

^{_{T H E S I S T E R "Wake... UP!"}}

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Mochi's headstrong, smart beyond her years, little sister. Not surprisingly, she's better put together than her older brother. Having used him as her reference in life, a wall with which to catch most of the wrongs ahead of her and her guidance when it came time to choose a path to follow. Her love for her older brother is as genuine as is his adoration of her. At times, she's trying to care for him when he's too busy to care for himself.

T A S H I R O , F U K U D A

^{_{T H E B E S T F R I E N D "Time to go to work."}}

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The best friend since youth. While Mochi often feigned at discipline, Fukuda had no need for a ruse. He lived it thanks in no small part to his upbringing. The two of them helped each other find the middle ground in their ways of life. Mochi often reminded Fukuda to have a little fun while Fukuda kept Mochi from having too much. Fukuda works part time, attending classes with Mochi during the day and devoting what he could in the afternoon to his father's company

A S A M I , N O M U R A

^{_{T H E C O W O R K E R "Your face. It's crooked."}}

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The coworker. She arrived at the coffee shop only a few months ago but has already left a lasting impression on everyone here, employees and customers a like, not least of which has been Mochi. She's at times blunt. Slightly forward. Can be deadpan but always manages to somehow skirt the line of doing all of the above too much. In fact, she's managed to hold her position at the register since her start, meeting and greeting customers despite her odd mannerisms. Mochi can't tell if it's because she's perfected this balance of being strange yet acceptable, or if he just wants her around. cafe 'Nora' does music on the side.

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W O R L D B U I L D I N G ( P L A C E S )

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H I N A T A

^{_{T H E C A F É Coffees and cakes. And breakfast.}}

Nestled along the border of the Northern and Northwestern districts is Hinata, a furiously popular coffee shop thanks in no small part to exclusive recipes, good management and it's prime location. With hot drink and food prepared in time for breakfast every morning, those commuting from the suburbs of the West make a quick stop at the café before finding their work North. Early morning hours means even the early birds can catch their worm. The café is owned by Ike Otake. A woman who is as fierce as she is beautiful. She's begun to travel in search of profitable business ventures in other countries with an eye for expansion. There are currently six employees working for her, two of which are Mochi himself and Nora.

N I C H I B O T S U

^{_{T H E B A R Drinks and sushi and other small bites.}}

A favorite spot for both Mochizuki and Fukuda since they were both old enough to buy their own drinks, Nichibotsu is located in the center of the Northern District and is popular for plates that are highly regarded as the best in Tenoroshi, a charismatic bartender and live music.

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^{_{T H E C A B I N In the woods.}}

Come in.

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^{This OC conceived for: Lostman Graffiti}

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T H E C U R S E O F S T R A H D V O N Z A R O V I C H
2020

Sana Do Kathara

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S A N A D O K A T H A R A
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^{_{G E N D E R :}} Female
^{_{A G E :}} 21
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'8"
^{_{S P E C I E S :}} Tiefling

^{_{A L I G N M E N T :}} Lawful Good

^{_{A P P E A R A N C E :}}

A rather odd looking tiefling, Sana is tall and lithe. Tinged pink. Her horns have been filed down and shaped in such a way that they became uniform. They were then dipped in gold by her denomination to better represent her church. Her hair is of a natural pink color with golden highlights and her eyes are naturally a pale milky white.

Her vestment is fitted and dark in color to represent the home of her deity. It follows tightly the contours of her body down to her waist where it then flairs out and opens at the front before dropping to the ground, the hem coming to within inches of the ground. The lining on the inside is reminiscent of a starry sky and if one were to look closely enough, they'll notice the stray light catching on minuscule reflective stitching, like spots of light not unlike stars in a constellation. This vestment with some edges adorned in gold, sits on top of a chain shirt hidden from view.

During the day, Sana will pull her hood up. This hood has slits cut into it which allow it to be pulled past her horns. It's then secured in place with a clasp.

Dark leather breeches and boots provides a measure of protection and comfort and finishes off her look. A shoulder holster tucked under her vestment, but within easy reach, holds two daggers. A scabbard holds a rapier to her hip.

Slung across her back is her pack.

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Pack

- Alms Box
- Blanket
- Block of Incense
- Candle
- Censer
- Rations (1 day)
- Reliquary
- Tinderbox
- Vestments

- Waterskin
- Chain Shirt
- Crossbow, Light
- Rapier
- Dagger x2
- Lyre

^{_{C L A S S A R C H E T Y P E :}}

Divine Spellcaster
Skirmish Combatant

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Song of Rest
While out of combat, Sana can play a myriad of soothing tunes with her Lyre, the melody imbued with the healing magics of her deity. During this time, smaller wounds begin to slowly heal. The effect takes at ten minutes of play and continues until the music is interrupted.

Steps of the Brave ^passive
When in the cover of night, in darkness or in dim light, Sana is blessed by her deity with an inner strength and resolve. She can move much faster and cannot be frightened or caught off guard. Additionally, she is able to see in this darkness or dim light without aid.

During the day, this strength and resolve wanes bordering on being sapped. She often wears a hood at this time to ease this effect and help her feel closer to Celestian, a decision that heavily impedes her perception.

Twilight Sanctuary
Striking a specific note on her Lyre will ignite a number of etched runes on the instrument. For the next few minutes, a sphere emanates from Sana that is filled with dim light. This sphere keeps Sana at it's center, following her if she moves.

Allies within this sphere are granted protection against the next attack in the form of a dimly lit aura that surrounds their body. After being struck, the aura will fade. Furthermore, small wounds are closed while inside this sphere and allies cannot be frightened.

Interrupting Sana during this time will end this effect.

Midnight Shroud ^passive
Sana's particular flavor of the spell Darkness allows a number of her allies to see through the dark, allowing for attacks on blind enemies or, as the name suggests, a shroud to conceal themselves within without hindering their eyesight.

Divine Strike ^passive
Having a strong connection to her deity allows Sana to imbue her blade with Celestian's power. At night, any weapon Sana wields that she's familiar with gives off a soft radiant glow. Attacks with this weapon are more potent than normal ones.

During the day when her connection is weakest, she loses this boon.

^{_{B R I E F H I S T O R Y :}}

Sana hails from a church of Celestian. A faith built around the god of knowledge, travel and the cosmos. A devout acolyte, she strives to build upon these cornerstones of her beliefs through the work she does in the aid of others. Missions to far away, unknown lands play a large part of this.

Word has recently reached her congregation of something dark and mysterious stirring in a land known as Barovia, a little known region to them. Sana has been sent to gather more information, give aid where she can and report back what she finds.

She is only too eager to prove her worth.

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^{This OC conceived for: The Curse of Strahd Von Zarovich}

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W A T E R D E E P D R A G O N H E I S T ( D & D 5 E )
2020

Falling Mist

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S A V I N G T H R O W S +1 . s t r e n g t h +5 . prof. d e x t e r i t y prof. +1 . c o n s t i t u t i o n +3 . prof. i n t e l l i g e n c e prof. +1 . w i s d o m +2 . c h a r i s m a	S K I L L S +5 . prof. a c r o b a t i c s prof. +1 . a n i m a l h a n d l i n g +1 . a r c a n a +3 . prof. a t h l e t i c s prof. +4 . prof. d e c e p t i o n prof. +1 . h i s t o r y	S K I L L S +1 . i n s i g h t +2 . i n t i m i d a t i o n +3 . prof. i n v e s t i g a t i o n prof. +1 . m e d i c i n e +1 . n a t u r e +3 . prof. p e r c e p t i o n prof.	S K I L L S +2 . p e r f o r m a n c e +4 . prof. p e r s u a s i o n prof. +1 . r e l i g i o n +7 . exp. s l e i g h t o f h a n d exp. +5 . prof. s t e a l t h prof. +1 . s u r v i v a l

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^{P R O F I C I E N C I E S
_{A R M O R :}} light
_{^{W E A P O N :}} crossbow · hand · longsword · rapier · shortsword · simple weapons
_{^{T O O L S :}} navigator's tools · _^exp. thieves' tools · vehicles (water)
_{^{L A N G U A G E S :}} common · undercommon · thieves' cant

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^{A T T A C K S
_{U N A R M E D S T R I K E}} 5 · +3 · 2 _{^{b l u d g e o n i n g
C L A W S}} 5 · +3 · 1d4+1 _{^{s l a s h i n g
D A G G E R}} 20(60) · +5 · 1d4+3 _{^{p i e r c i n g
R A P I E R}} 5 · +5 · 1d8+3 _{^{p i e r c i n g}}

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^{F E A T U R E S
_{E X P E R T I S E (class)}}

Proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check made for two chosen proficiencies (sleight of hand, thieves' tools).

_{^{S N E A K A T T A C K (class)}}

Once per turn, deal an extra 1d6 damage to one creature hit with an attack with a finesse or ranged weapon if there is advantage on the attack roll. Advantage is not required on the attack roll if another enemy of the target is within 5 ft. of it, that enemy isn’t incapacitated, and there is no disadvantage on the attack roll.

_{^{T H I E V E S ' C A N T (class)}}

Learn thieves’ cant, a secret mix of dialect, jargon, and code that allows for hidden messages in seemingly normal conversation. It takes four times longer to convey such a message than it does to speak the same idea plainly.

_{^{C U N N I N G A C T I O N (class)}}

Take a bonus action on each turn to take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action.

_{^{R O G U I S H A R C H E T Y P E (class)}}

Swashbuckler

_{^{F A N C Y F O O T W O R K (class)}}

During the turn, if a melee attack is made against a creature, that creature can’t make opportunity attacks back for the rest of the turn.

_{^{R A K I S H A U D A C I T Y (class)}}

CHA modifier (+2) is added to initiative rolls. Advantage unnecessary on the attack roll to use Sneak Attack against a creature if within 5 ft. of it, no other creatures are within 5 ft., and there is no disadvantage on the attack roll.

_{^{D A R K V I S I O N (race)}}

See in darkness (shades of gray) up to 60 ft.

_{^{F E L I N E A G I L I T Y (race)}}

When moving during combat, move speed can be doubled until the end of the turn. Once used, this trait can’t be used again until a turn has been spent with 0 movement.

_{^{C A T ' S C L A W S (race)}}

Climbing speed increased to 20 ft. and claws are natural weapons that deal 1d4 +1 slashing damage, instead of the normal bludgeoning damage for an unarmed strike.

_{^{C A T ' S T A L E N T (race)}}

Proficiency in the Perception and Stealth skills.

_{^{B A D R E P U T A T I O N (background)}}

No matter where you go, people are afraid of you due to your reputation. When you are in a civilized settlement, you can get away with minor criminal offenses, such as refusing to pay for food at a tavern or breaking down doors at a local shop, since most people will not report your activity to the authorities.

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^{P E R S O N A L I T Y
_{T R A I T}}

Mist stretches the truth for the sake of a good story.

_{^{I D E A L S (neutral)}}

People. He's committed to the people he can call friends and not to the ideals of the lifestyle he may or may not be emulating.

_{^{B O N D S}}

He has a paramour, somewhere, whose eyes nearly stole him... or maybe she did.

_{^{F L A W S}}

He can’t help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets he comes across.

_{^{O B S E S S I O N (race)}}

His curiosity is currently fixed on a location.

_{^{Q U I R K S (race)}}

Mist is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he's discovered.

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^{H I S T O R Y}

Most of Mist's life has been on the move. In fact, all of it has. His mother gave birth to him while travelling. His friends were made and forgotten in single days. His first theft was from a shop in a town ten miles away from where his family had decided to finally stay... and subsequently left because of him. The last time he was ever 'home' was at the age of 9 when he'd let himself wander for too long and fallen in the arms of men less benevolent than the ones he knew.

Life only sped up from there. Forced to work to make up for the items he'd attempted to make off with. Work he was only too happy to oblige when the alternative was losing an arm. When business began to fail, he was sold off to help keep some place he didn't really care about afloat. His buyers cleaned him up, taught him some minor life lessons... and then let him get kidnapped?

Life on a ship was odd... but fascinating to the young boy and he very quickly acclimated to a world that was constantly on the edge. He learned to sail. Learned to navigate. Learn his way around every inch of his seaworthy vessel. Learned to read the weather. Learned to read the sky. Learned to read the people around him. He was a natural with others. Quick with his tongue and knew how to spin a good tale as his life had already begun as one. Seeing the world also helped add a lot of flavor. Being good with people also meant he held all the cards when it came to information.

Information that would lead him to a woman, to fortune and eventually... crewless.

He's let himself wander again and found himself... here.

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^{E Q U I P M E N T}
0 _^bp 0 _^sp 10 _^gp 0 _^pp

_{^{A R R O W S x17
B A C K P A C K
B A L L B E A R I N G S x1000
B E L L
C A N D L E
C L O T H E S (common)
C R O W B A R
D A G G E R x2
H A M M E R
L A N T E R N , H O O D E D
L E A T H E R
O I L , F L A S K x2
P I T O N x10
R A P I E R
R A T I O N S ( 1 D A Y ) x5
R O P E , H E M P E N (50 feet)
R O P E , S I L K (50 feet)
S H O R T B O W
S T R I N G x10
T H I E V E S ' T O O L S
T I N D E R B O X
W A T E R S K I N}}

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^{This OC conceived for: D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist}

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C H I L D R E N O F T H E A P O C A L Y P S E 1 X 1
2020

Kai

C H I L D R Ǝ N O F T H E A P O C A L Y P S E


_{^{K A I • ♂️ • 1 1}}

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G A L A R I A N S T O R I E S
2020

Thomas Tyrell

This CS is mobile friendly (mostly).

Created by Exit for Galarian Stories.

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When it's time to make moves however, he will. Outside of work, he's kind, compassionate, a little bit of a flirt, a little bit of a romantic, very much a klutz but has enough social bones in his body to get by. He approaches his Gym Leadership with much of the same enthusiasm, ushering in new trainers with a pride that he relishes while ensuring that they're not necessarily the 'best' but dedicated to their journey and to their pokemon. He likes to think of himself as a reminder that the most important aspect to be a trainer is growth and that embracing weaknesses and mistakes are a major part of that and not something to be overlooked. It's a lesson he's had to apply to his own life on multiple occasions, only reinforcing its importance. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ History. Thomas was born a single child and in the city of Wyndon, although this would not become his home. His family being as nomadic as they were kept on the move and so, much of his early life would be spread across the entire continent. To help with the inherent lonely nature that travel placed on him, Thomas began taking bits and pieces of the cities and regions he would visit with him when he left. These trinkets arrived in the form of various small plants and saplings. By chance, during one of his pickings he would accidentally mistake an Applin for a simple apple from which he intended to take seeds. The little dragon would become his first official Pokemon and best friend. His journey to becoming the Gym Leader he is now began shortly thereafter. Recognizing that pieces of themselves had become inspirations for the young boy's dreams, they took to nurturing his flame. His mother had in fact been a successful trainer herself and his father, a researcher in the science of agriculture. Surprisingly, their varying careers made for a relationship that worked well on the move and also meant more opportunities for Thomas to learn. Two lessons remained the most important during his early days: His father taught him the importance of growth, the cycle of the world and how a single plant fit into that. How everything started with good soil but was maintained with love. One made for deep roots and the other ensured a strong and healthy plant. Relationships worked in much the same way, whether it be with people or Pokemon, and building those relationships with love on a strong foundation meant stronger bonds and a stronger team. His mother impressed upon him the importance of adaptation, of recognizing weakness and learning how to overcome it. She would remind him that just like the Pokemon he grew to love, plants too learned to survive in even the harshest of environments and that he would have to learn to do the same. The last lesson he learned he taught to himself after he'd watched the saplings and plants he'd taken from around the world grow old and die. No matter how good the soil or how much love and attention you give, everything withers in time. Thomas was approached after he graduated as a potential candidate for gym leadership in his area of expertise. By then, his travels and his prowess in battle had garnered for him a bit of a name. He initially refused, resigning himself to a life on the move as had been the norm for him. Additionally, having followed in his father's footsteps, his studies required him to travel to the different habitats and study flora in their natural home. Rooting himself in one place, particularly to a Gym, was counter intuitive to that. A certain someone convinced him otherwise and since then, he's been nurturing the spirits of trainers looking to take the crown. To this day, however, he stands by the fact that he is naturally the worst candidate for his position. Even then, he holds to his promise all the same. _ A dense forest to the Northwest of Turffield is home to Thomas's gym. Finding the clearing and the ruins marked as the origin of the surrounding forest is the mission. In respect to the sacred nature of the land and to the battles held there, only immediate family, close friends, other gym leaders and the Champion are allowed to spectate on location. Everyone else must watch the broadcast. Sceptile · Palatus · m Grass · Timid Overgrow ______________________________________ Ferrothorn · Uria · f Grass | Steel · Careful Iron Barbs ______________________________________ Ludicolo · Nympha · f Water | Grass · Modest Swift Swim ______________________________________ _______________________________________________________ Mow Rotom · Hiraskira · n Electric | Grass · Modest Levitate ______________________________________ Venasaur · Ralpheia · m Grass | Poison · Timid Thick Fat ______________________________________ Flapple · Dracomalus · m Grass | Dragon · Jolly Hustle ______________________________________ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Moira Kingsley "She was a lot like the cooler older sibling that was always away from home but that you secretly wanted to be like. And then she became a leader. Now she wears that armor like the books she used to when we were kids and I'm just now realizing I can never be at her level. She's also half of the reason why I'm here." ________________ _________________________________________________ Fiona MacConnell "It's been a year. A really long one. At a match a month, I think the record stands at twelve and oh. In her favor, of course. It'd be an understatement to say that I've learned something in my time on the field against her. I still envy her spirit to this day but absolutely appreciate her time and friendship." ________________ _________________________________________________ Zeke Webber "I previously only knew him as the persona he gives on screen. On a chance encounter with him much earlier in our careers, I learned there were more layers than just the one. No one is harder on that man than himself and it's clearly what pushes him so far. His physique and strength in battle are testaments to his training." ________________ _________________________________________________ Ezran Hawthorne "Met only in passing. He's yet another I need to get in touch with on a more regular basis. I've yet to really train against the type plus there's an interesting science there: While one produces the other, his very effectively kills mine. Besides that, all I know about him is his music which is fairly good." ________________ _________________________________________________ William Anwell "He's got quite the personality and even I can tell he's got a thing for fashion. I also hear he's a bit of a flirt from the others. I've yet to be on the receiving end but considering I plan on visiting, I'm sure I'll see my share. Ballonlea is another planet and I'll need his insight to recreate it in the lab." ________________ _________________________________________________ Henrietta Durand "In another time, her drive may have put me off. She wants for the top spot so much that, besides fashion, there's little room for anything else in her life. As you grow up though, you learn that people are the way they are. It's her dream and I have to respect her ability to push herself to achieve it." ________________ _________________________________________________ Victoria "The answer is yes. I never challenged her. I was familiar with but never actually took part in the gym challenge, surprising as that may sound. Just too busy with school. But we have met before and... she has an energy that's hard to ignore or forget. A confidence and poise and she's a little too easy on the eyes." ________________ _________________________________________________ Elijah Grayson "I still believe he should have been a leader long before I was. He's incredibly smart and skilled and facing the two in battle is... difficult. There was never a question about him being promoted. A great trainer and even better friend. Plus, it helps to live down the street from the smartest guy in town." ________________ _________________________________________________ Hestia Quintell "My loss record against her is far smaller when compared to Fiona. I'm still waiting on a win here too. This is probably a theme. There's also a lot of respect. It's not easy to fail and pull yourself back together, especially when loss affects you as heavily as it does her. I admire that." ________________ _________________________________________________ Isla Owens "Like many of the gym leaders, I have yet to talk with her personally although I'm very much interested in adding her to the growing list of trainers I let beat me around. Hestia has said nothing but good things about her and not to mention her bouncing back after the injury. If not soon, I'll see her on her way up to the champ." ________________ _________________________________________________ Joseph Johannes "I've been meaning to get in touch but our schedules have never aligned. He's got his television gig and I've been busy with construction on the lab. Like Zeke, he has this natural ability to believably embody his other persona and if Joseph is anything like him, we'll get along just fine." ________________ _________________________________________________ Malik Harvey "Very easy to see the natural talent he harbors and the harder worker that lives in him. There's a lot of admiration there, especially for someone who positions himself in life specifically to help others grow and it's a sentiment I hold strongly to. When the time allows, I intend to sit down with him." ________________ _________________________________________________ Nordrin Yasmar "I have to admit that the food at High Steaks is absolutely amazing. Can't recommend it enough. And yeah, he can be abrasive but sometimes you just have to let people be. The thing about him is, like Henrietta, attitude often reflects leadership. There's a reason he's good at his craft." ________________ _________________________________________________ Cherry _ _ "Hmm?" ________________ _________________________________________________

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T H E L A S T A V A T A R ^{1 X 1}
2020

Vyska Moon

_{Surprisingly mobile friendly (mostly).
Credit to Roach for table header hider and the timeline code.}

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History. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Vyska, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And Moon with roots in tinkerers and inventors and leaders. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. She was after all in line to inherit the 'throne' once her father retired. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ M I S C E L L A N E O U S SynEn. Owned and operated by the Moon family. This energy corporation gained momentum after the passing of Varrick with a strategic restructuring of Varrick Global Industries. SynEn, formerly a power company supplying electricity by way of lightning bending, needed to make a drastic change in operations when Bending was made illegal and punishable by death. After expunging their employees they shifted their remaining resources into helping develop the late Varrick's designs on harnessing spirit energy as a new form of power. In time, SynEn would continue to grow, absorbing the energy research and development department and become the sole provider of power across all of the Republic. Varrick Global would refocus their efforts on military and civilian design and depart from the energy business. SP-311. Handgun designed by Varrick's Global. Production is too expensive to be standard issue but it is sold as a personal firearm. Given the partnership between themselves and SynEn, this one was a gift. It fires bolts of condensed synergy and the battery holds twelve charges. R E L A T I O N S H I P S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ______________ _______________ Mynwa_Moon__________________________ Father of Vyska. CEO of SynEn. Mynwa is detail oriented, driven to no end, intelligent and very efficient in everything he does. Despite a heavy focus on his work, he's found a precarious balance between his career and that of him being a father. He loves his child and has done what he can to raise her as best as he could. He expects her to take over the company once he retires. Being the sole provider of energy in the Republic, he has strong pull in government and is often seen in such circles. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ Jack_______________________ Said to be a former hitman for a powerful gang, Jack is Vyska's personal bodyguard and is seen in her shadow at all times of the day. He takes to his work seriously and does his job well. He has, on a number of occasions thwarted wayward attempts of harm on her person and in this way, has garnered trust from the Moon family. He will at times, and given he is in a good mood, offer advice or even engage in some casual banter. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟾 █▬ Vysaka gives birth to a 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ baby girl but dies due to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ complications during the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ delivery. Mynwa names 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ the newborn child Vyska. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟿 █▬ Vyska says "Daddy". 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟶 █▬ Vyska brings her own 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ flowers to her mother's 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ grave. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟾 █▬ At the age of ten, Vyska 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ learns how to use a gun. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟷 █▬ Vyska graduates from 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ primary at the top of her 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ class. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟸 █▬ Vyska is introduced to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ her father's work for the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ first time. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟹 █▬ Mynwa acclimates 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ Vyska to the world that 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ is SynEn. That same year, 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ King Wu VI takes the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ throne at sixteen. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟽 █▬ Vyska visits the power 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ plant in the lower ring. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ ____________________________________

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2020

AD-4.M

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_ _	name. AD-4.M age (artificial). 25 age (actual). 12 designated. A.I.D.A badge number. A-06151125
augmentation. Clean as are all AIDA v4 and previously, v3. AD-4.M is not enhanced by any augmentations. His body was engineered and grown to be more durable and physically stronger than their human counterparts. Their brains work not unlike a computer, processing commands at speeds beyond the capabilities of a human and like the AI's before him, he is able to compute possible outcomes and solutions for any given scenario... if called upon to do so. When taking actions at extreme levels of physicality, he will tire as any human and will regain that energy just as fast, if not faster. personality. Glass half full. It's hard to tell if it's programmed or if those emotions are genuine but it works well when in tandem with a second person. He will often try to balance the bleakness of any situation with some lighthearted humor... within reason. He too understands boundaries and the serious nature that is his work and so remains appropriate. The seven years he's spent since his graduation learning the nuance of language, both spoken and unspoken, has ensured that. _________________________________________________________________________________ AD-4.M is naturally obedient, as are all AIDAs from his line. He will take to tasks without hesitation to the point of disregarding his own safety if needed, just so long as he understands that his actions will result in completion and no other, more reasonable, efficient or safe options are available that will accomplish the same. history. Production began in the year 2093, two years before the incident on Mars. He is one of ten manufactured as the first batch of AIDA v4's. Although much of the development and manufacturing of an AIDA remains classified, it is shared knowledge to select consumers that the first five years of growth are spent at a facility where their growth is accelerated and a culmination of the world's shared knowledge is injected by force into the brain. A further two years are spent later in the AIDAs life cycle developing it's specified physicality, perfecting their individuality and touching up on nuances desired by the clientele. After his graduation, AD-4.M's spent a year off world on mars working private security, his time spent doubling as both a preliminary test of his abilities and assessment for further updates and upgrades. After he'd successfully completed a number of jobs without incident, he was cleared and put up for sale, his acquisition the point of interest for a number of large companies. It was the Chief of Police however who'd manage to purchase AD-4.M, a move made possible by her specific reasoning as to why she should be handed the AIDA. At least in her words, it was a PR move.

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2021
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Helio Trope

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Helio

Helio Trope

N A M E

Helio Trope

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R A C E

Faunus (Snake)

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Vacuo

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Slim build from a life on the move and an even tan from a bloodline that has spent copious amounts of time in the sun. Helio is tall, although not always the tallest in the room at 5'10". His eyes are of a deep brown and his hair cascades to about his mid-back when not up as it usually is. At first glance, this hair seems a slate black but under the right light or upon closer inspection, there is a noticeable tinge of purple.

His attire reflects his personality and activity, at least when he's not required to clean up. He is most often found in comfortable clothing or anything that is typically more flexible and allows for breathing. The gold bits and bobbles affixed to his hair are one of the more obvious hints to his home.

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N

Helio appears stoic and is naturally a man of few words, preferring to speak plainly and to the point, and although this in itself often leads to him being mislabeled as abrasive or asocial, Helio is anything but. While very serious about his aspirations and focused with what he thinks he must do to achieve an end, he remains warm and friendly to those around him; Reciprocating kindness when received and when no one else will, makes the effort to go out of his way to provide assistance when it is needed. For his effort, he will balance the absence of his voice with genuine positive expressions. Confusion often holds however as his smiles remain closed.

If given a choice, he will communicate with gestures or speak when he is sure no one is paying too close attention.

Beyond that, Helio is rather plain. He's dedicated to his studies as is every other student, works exceptionally well when in a team and will get what is required of him done without much if any resistance or question.

B A C K S T O R Y

Helio was born in the Kingdom of Vacuo and among one of the more mobile nomadic tribes. His early life was a simple one as a babe nestled between two loving parents and surrounded by a people who were both loyal and protective of one another. However, as with any child, time and age introduced an expanding world and with that the realization of his place in it. The history of Remnant, The Great War, the peace brokered between their home and the other three Kingdoms and the continuing conflict there after. The difference between a human and a Faunus.

Given the nature of a life lived on the move and at the very edge of the protective reach of Vacuo, Helio learned at a young age to survive in a harsher environment than most could. His parents, being renowned hunters in their own right, were sure to instill in him a cautious respect for the beauty and horror of nature and to recognize the very real danger that was Grimm. However, he would learn all too quickly that these were not the only threats that persisted in the world and that no matter how fast or far one tried to run, those threats would always catch up.

In time, opposing ideas on the future of life in Sanus and the rest of Remnant led to a split in his tribe of people and more importantly to a significant populace of the kingdom. This shadow of dissension eventually encroached on the Trope home and saw to a rift in his family; An inescapable separation of the two halves of his life brought on by a history that was very much entwined with that of his family's name. With the threat of looming conflict and fear of further retaliation from those around them, a decision was made to flee with what little they had left.

Weeks of travel across the expanse of Sanus led to the shores of Vale and another week across the sea saw Helio setting foot in Anima for the first time.

S E M B L A N C E

Dubbed 'Respite', Helio's semblance stands in direct contrast to his supposed nature. On touch, Helio can numb pain and with some effort and concentration, can actively heal, draining his own aura to mend wounds on others. This process is slow and while minor cuts and bruises can be remedied in minutes and with relative ease, gaping wounds take hours of nonstop focus and will heavily exhaust Helio or if taken to extremes, result in his death.

W E A P O N

Helio's choice of weapon is a dagger, the hilt of which doubles as a compact firearm with the muzzle exiting the pommel. Various elements of dust can be slotted into hilt to augment munition in various but simple ways.

On his person are also four plain throwing knives.

I N T A N G I B L E S

Given the discrimination prevalent in Mistral, Helio has elected to keep his progeny a secret. To that end, he has practiced keeping his one physical tell concealed. While conversing, he purposely limits his lip movement. Not so much as to be odd but enough that his fangs remain hidden.

Additionally, his fangs can inject a poison that is highly toxic. A bite to a human can kill within the hour. However, Helio does carry a dose of the antidote on his person at all times and by extension, or because of this, is knowledgeable in various poisons and their antidotes. Furthermore, Helio has become somewhat proficient in the creation of natural herbal remedies and the like influenced heavily by his place of birth and the curse or gift of his family.

He works part-time with his father at a flower shop.

He is quite flexible.

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---------------------------------------------------- f · 19 · 5'1" · sidhe · theme · #bca346 a p p e a r a n c e Thin. Frail. Pale white almost stone looking skin. Her dark hair is often unkempt. Her eyes a milky white. Her nose sharp, cheeks soft and lips a thin pink. Her overall physical demeanor appears rather sickly although she would tell you she feels fine. Akaia's wardrobe is limited given her unusual lifestyle. A fashion statement favoring durability and wear just loose enough to remain comfortable while on the move. Her undergarments consist mostly of wrappings around the trunk of her body, arms and thighs that are then layered for warmth. A typical tunic and trousers held together with a leather strap and a shawl that is kept around her shoulders that can be pulled over her head to better conceal her physical qualities. In this way she can blend into a crowd if need be and when necessary, move quickly to escape danger. A pair of leather worn boots helps her move with some silence. p e r s o n a l i t y Although quiet, Akaia's lack of speak is not to be confused with being shy. She is naturally curious, always adventurous, constantly looking for the answer to a question or asking the question to an answer she's found. She's protective of the people around her, although a large part of that could be attributed to her being a Sidhe. Any awkwardness from an interaction is a result of a life forced upon a woman when she was young. Her asocial tendencies are that of an ignorant child that is eager to learn. Despite this and more importantly, despite her distinct outward appearance, her heart is that of gold, not unlike the flowers that adjourn her hair. s k i l l s Her main means of defense is her ability to camouflage. Additionally, the life-giving spores of her breath work unusually fast, even for a Sidhe. An accidental sneeze some years ago was a quick lesson on breath control lest she impale another unsuspecting soul. Akaia also finds herself particularly skilled at moving quickly and quietly. Having spent much of her youth in the forests between civilization, she's knowledgeable in the navigation of uncharted areas and the ability to traverse those areas safely. Akaia has the ability to mimic any noises, voices or sounds she can or has heard. A unique skill she picked up learning to communicate with a world as strange to her as she is to it. She also developed a coded language between herself and her crow in the form of various clicks and clucks. e q u i p m e n t A wooden staff standing at her shoulder. It's thin, light and durable. At one end, there is a flowering bulb of golden petals. If coaxed, it can emit a soft ambient warm hue for a duration. This bulb also doubles as a warning for Akaia. If the air becomes too contaminated, it will begin to shrivel, allowing Akaia enough time to don a mask before she suffers any adverse effects. Concealed within this staff is a blade a foot in length, the hilt of which is the bulbed end of the staff. When of good health, it is impossible to pull the blade out. However, when the wood is weakened in the presence of polluted air or Miasma, the blade can be drawn by snapping the wood where they're joined. Her gas mask is made of a sturdy flexible material that sits comfortably around her nose and mouth and creates an airtight seal. Not unlike the rest of her attire, the equipment and it's entire rig is lightweight but still durable. The mask is fed via a tube that loops around her waist and connects two cylinders roughly the size of a liter bottle. These are hung across her lower back by a leather sling and pulled tight against her body. If this connection should fail or the canisters are damaged, one of the filters on the mask itself is larger than the other and houses an emergency 'tank' of oxygen that is good for fifteen minutes. Additionally, only one of the tanks across her back is filled with a supply of clean oxygen. The other tank stores the spores from her breath. To prevent her influence on surrounding flora, Akaia will often don her mask when she intends to speak. Her mask function is then switched to allow air intake in one direction, thereby letting her breathe without wasting the oxygen in her tank. Any spores released by her during this time is caught and stored. Akaia is accompanied by a crow. It feeds on the blood beads she provides. w e a k n e s s Akaia is naturally non-combative, a quality made clear by the handicap provided by her staff. Besides a seldom used blade and the ability to sprout the end of her staff dangerously fast, she has little else to offer in a fight. Her speech is stunted thanks in large part to her early life. She spent her first years learning in the wild on her own before she was discovered and taken in. Though much improved, her verbal communication is limited to fragments, signs and gestures. She cannot legibly write but she can read and understand just as well as anyone else can. In addition to her speech, her odd upbringing also left her somewhat asocial. Most interpersonal interactions are awkward at best. h i s t o r y Akaia was brought into the fold 7 years ago by the Revenant Cerise as a result of a chance meeting between the two. As a young Sidhe only recently made alone and without clear direction, it was far too easy for her to decide to follow the odd girl after catching her on one of her many excursions. However, it didn't take long for the equally, if not more skilled Cerise to pick up on her tail and what followed was a rather short game of cat and mouse. Needless to say, Cerise made quick work of the stranger, but it didn't take long for the lost soul of a curious and genuine heart to win over a warm and empathetic one. A short, tense and awkward exchange later would leave Akaia with an invitation home and a near decades long friendship. She quickly fell into her role as the second scout. Whatever pockets of information about the surrounding area she didn't already know was filled in with Cerise's help and soon, the newest member was contributing rather than simply learning. In that time of growth, she developed her communication, both verbal and non-verbal and also taught those around her how to communicate with her through her crow. These days, she spends much of her time off base, exploring the world, seeing where it may need healing and attempting to remedy it. During her trips, she'll often pick up various bits and bobs along the way that are of import to others and will bring them back home. This can be anything from material for Lyssandra to a new flower for Cerise or even a peculiar looking pebble she thinks might look good on a mantle somewhere. If on the base, she'll often be in the company of a certain Revenant and a certain nosy crow.

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