[CHAR] Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by YoshiSkittlez

Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Nickname: Darth
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Occupation: Cage Fighter at The Spit
District: 4 (by invitation)

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 168 lbs

Appearance:


Personality:
Deon is a merciless, cut-throat, brutal male that could be described as selfish and self-centered in almost all instances. He only looks out for himself which he often-times refers to as 'number one' and will stop at nothing to prove that he is better than everyone else. His hardened exterior can be chipped away though when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman in too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a ‘bad boy.’

He holds no remorse for those he injures while fighting in the ring and on more than one occasion has attacked with a more powerful purpose than to simply injure or knock unconscious. It is said that Deon holds a certain, animalistic rage when he fights which has kept him champion even when he was outmatched. He laughs at his pain, showing no weakness and many times others have often wondered if he is even human.

Biography:
Deon was the first born to Riley Saunders in the low levels of District 17. She was only seventeen herself but somehow, she managed to raise him on her own (the father mysteriously absent since conception and never, ever talked about) until Riley met another man who stepped in as Deon's step-father at the age of 4. Two years later, and Riley had another child, a girl this time and Deon's step-sister he grew incredibly close to.

Just as life seemed that it could be manageable in District 17, Deon's step-father was killed when returning home from work by a small-time gang that really wanted his wallet. Unable to make ends meet for her two, young children, Deon took it upon himself to drop out of school and find employment to help out. This robbed him completely of any childhood he might have had left, becoming a man years before puberty even hit.

At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members in the lower districts that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten or molested by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time and didn't warrant any punishment. As Deon entered his teen years, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices.

Deon quickly grew desensitized to animal life and the longer he remained working at the slaughter house, the more creative he would get in just how to kill the livestock before butchering; even going as far as 'not noticing' the animal wasn't completely dead before butchering it up. After just a few years, he grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 18 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar for entertainment purposes. It was probably illegal, the things he was doing and allowed to do. But nobody really cared what went on in District 17 anymore. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.

Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. But once again, just as things were starting to look up (even having saved up enough to buy his family's way into District 12, his whole world came crashing down in a way that would forever change his life.

Coming home from work one night after a very successful victory, Deon found the house to be incredibly quiet on the outside. The door was kicked in, the front windows shattered, and immediately he knew something was wrong. Upon investigation, he found his mamma and sister dead in his mamma's bed, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten, tortured, even possibly raped. Their bodies were still warm, his mother's arms wrapping protectively around his step-sister's body as though she were trying to shield her but to no avail.

Deon didn't stick around long, however. If the bodies were still warm, that meant their killer wasn't too far away. He bolted from the house and followed his heart, finding a man nearly a foot taller than him running with a bloodied knife. Outraged, Deon took the man, concealed by the shadows, down and let his emotions get the best of him. It was a terrible mistake. He was sloppy, and the man had Deon on his back within seconds. With the same bloodied knife used to kill his family, the criminal sliced through the skin of Deon's head, starting at the tip of his brow and dragged the blade as far to the back of his head he could go, aiming to scalp Deon all the way around. The criminal was forced to stop, however, as the flashing lights of a police car scared him off. Too weak to pursue, Deon forced himself up and managed to slip away to lick his (emotional) wounds and learn from his mistakes. He refused to seek treatment for the injury, deeming it a physical reminder for him to remember forever.

Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon used up what money he had left after their respected funerals and moved up from district 17 to district 4 with his younger cousin who had to go through a whole slew of paperwork to make the move legal. It almost didn't even work, but the brain-power and tenacity of his cousin eventually won in the end. Even with the new promise of a better life, Deon couldn't help but to accept a job offer in Zone Beta as a cage fighter for 'The Spit'. The commute doesn't bother Deon much and he has the credentials to travel between zones. He can't help but to feel grateful to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. The life of his cousin just simply wasn't the life for him.

Deon has lived in District 4 for nearly a year now, but the emotional wound that Deon carries is still as heavy as the day he found his family murdered in their own home.

Other:
Deon is an avid smoker and never passes up an opportunity to get drunk off his ass even when expected to fight that day. He has a whole slew of connections to the harder drugs which he will often-times deal and even use when his body isn't up to par for a fight. He is amply known to sell drugs to women for sexual favors instead of money since he has plenty of it already.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by YoshiSkittlez

Name: Katherine Riley Saunders
Nicknames: Kate, Katie
Gender: Female
Age: 22

Occupation: Student in Robopsychology and Mechanics
District: 4 (Born)

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 123 lbs

Appearance:


Personality:
Kate is exceptionally introverted, having never truly developed social skills as a child. She was always working on projects on her own, never a 'child' but always a braniac, rendering her 'weird' to her fellow classmates. Even as an adult when sitting in on the most important of seminars, she takes no part in the hectic discussion periods that follow. She keeps up the front of a frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protects herself against a world she dislikes by a mask-like expression and a hypertrophy of intellect. Though on the inside, she does indeed feel the stirrings of a cold enthusiasm.

Often times, she is approached for her professional opinion on robots and is repeatedly asked, "Are robots so different from men?" in which she always replies, "Worlds different. Robots are essentially decent." To those who don't know her personally, her misanthropy seems largely unexplained however those whom have known her for a long period of time or have worked with her before know that her attitudes are rather well-founded.

She is a small woman, but there is a towering strength in her face. Tensile strength, that speaks to endurance, to maintaining in the imperfect world. Her mouth is thin, and her face pale. Grace lives in her features, and intelligence; but she is not an attractive woman. She is not one of those women who in later years it can be said of them, 'She must have been a beauty when she was younger.' Kate is simply plain but makes up for it with her powerful personality.

Biography:
Katherine, or Kate as she prefers to be called, was born and raised in the fourth district with a very comfortable life. She had good parents, a great childhood as an only child, a stable home, and a bright future. As a child, Kate’s imagination and prowess seemed to know no bounds. At first her teachers were rather worried about her intangible ability to ‘think outside the box’ at such an early age, but they later began to embrace it as she got older and joined clubs like the spelling bee or science club and continually brought home the blue ribbon for her school.

All through the rest of her school days, Kate remained ‘stuck’ to the science club, earning the interest of many different colleges as just a Sophomore to join their science department. At 16, Kate wrote her first of many papers on robotics, a Physics-1 paper entitled 'Practical Aspects of Robotics'. This was after attending a Psycho-Math seminar within District 0 in which she received a personal invitation from the Governor himself to attend as his guest. Despite the wishes of the colleges and interest from District 0, Kate remained as ‘normal’ as she could and continued her education, graduating with the rest of her class where the selection of schools were waiting for her - full ride.

Kate’s main area of study and experience resides in cybernetics, learning to construct positronic brains that responds to given stimuli that can be accurately predicted. She only has half a term left before graduating with her bachelors, but already District 0 has a job lined up for her as the first ever robopsychologist where she would be permitted to continue to study for her PhD.

When not working on school projects, Kate works on more personal ones. She has a few prototypes of her own design within her home which proved to work better than a security system since she was broken into shortly before her cousin came to move in with her. The ‘prototype’ had successfully stuck the robber with a sleep dart, rendering him completely unconscious until Kate was able to call the cops after getting an alert on her phone about the break-in. Since her cousin has moved in, however, there have been a few accidents of a 'mistaken intruder' which she has currently been working on to fix.

Other:
While perceived as a 'boring' type of girl, Kate does enjoy her scotch after a long day, though as expected, she has never had any sort of romantic relationship with anyone and doesn't appear to be interested in changing that any time soon despite her mother's badgerings.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Mach2

Vander Pzypialkowski

Totally working on a new and (hopefully!) improved sketch of Vander, btw.

<Nickname(s):/> N/A
<Gender:/> Female
<Age:/> 19 yrs, 10 months

<Occupation:/> Ex-student. Part-time dealer, full-time addict.
<District:/> 16

<Height:/> 5'10"
<Weight:/> 116 lbs

<Appearance:/>

Vander is, at first glance, unhealthy. She's too thin, with a tired look about her. But a closer examination will quickly reveal just how poor a state her body is truly in. An addiction to Lucid has left her as a walking skeleton. Although she is tall, she weighs barely eight stone. What little body mass she retains is comprised of decaying muscle, her drug having long since burned away any hint of fat on her body. Beneath her clothing, her ribs, spine, hips, and collarbone are all prominent.

Despite the haggard state of her body, she is still young, and her face retains a hint of the attractiveness it once held. She has strong cheekbones, shapely eyebrows, and a charming smile. Her eyes are dark, a brown so deep it appears black, and the pupils are more often dilated than not.

Vander's Zone Beta upbringing and ties to the less-respectable demographic show in her sense of style. Her wardrobe lacks colour, seeming to be comprised solely of blacks and greys. Jeans a few sizes too large are held up by a studded belt, and she has a collection of raglan shirts with the logos of varying rock and punk bands. Her face is decorated with several piercings; a brow stud, several cartilage piercings on each ear, and gauged earlobes. Her hair is long and naturally wavy, dark in colour as her eyes. Sometime around the formation of her Lucid habit, she elected to shave the left half into an undercut.

<Personality:/>
Despite her edgy appearance, Vander is quite the pacifist. Quiet and reserved, she considers her words carefully whenever she speaks. Whenever possible, the young woman avoids violence and confrontation. Highly intelligent, the street smarts she acquired growing up in the depths of Beta are complimented by a wealth of academic knowledge. When she first became involved in the black market of drugs, she often served as middleman, negotiating carefully between involved parties to make sure that everyone got their way. Never once did a deal go sour.

Vander has dabbled in a handful of street drugs. Cocaine. Potent emotion tea. Ecstasy. But today, only one drug has her attention: Lucid.. Vander knows that her drug addiction is inevitably terminal. She has accepted her fate with a resigned bitterness, but fears death. For a Lucid addict dies in one of two ways - overdose or withdrawal. Vander hasn't decided which prospect is more terrifying. She tries not to think about it.

<Biography:/>
Zone Beta has never been a great place to come from. District 16, in particular, contains all manner of shady folk. And it is here that Vander has spent the entirety of her life. She was raised by her father, Dominic Pzypialkowksi. A mother whose name Vander never learned left them a week after her birth. Her relationship with Dom had soured while the child was still in her womb, but the two had waited for Vander to arrive before they split apart.

Childhood was a small apartment at the corner of the seventh floor. Vander's bedroom window gave her a view straight down one of the busiest streets in Sixteen. But she was far more likely to be found staring at the pages of one of her books than looking at the city's nightlife. From a young age, it became apparent that the girl was academically gifted. Dom homeschooled his daughter for many years. But by the time she was twelve, her knowledge was far surpassing what he was capable of teaching, and he turned to hiring tutors from Zone Alpha. Maths came easily to her. Science even more so. At the age of sixteen, Vander took her graduate tests, and received her diploma. Her chemistry and biology grades scored in the 99th percentile, her overall score in the 96th.

The next logical step would have been university. A degree in biochemistry and a lucrative career in Zone Alpha. But even after applying for every scholarship, tuition for the top school was still more than her father's salary.

She was seventeen when she began synthesizing street drugs.

Vander started simple. Common drugs. The kind anyone could cook up in their kitchen with a little bit of know-how. It only took a few months for her to make connections and become immersed in the city's night life. She went to clubs, made connections, earned a little extra coin, and earned enough extra coin to move out and buy a small apartment a few blocks away from her home. A year later, she found herself a business partner. Grey was twenty-five. He was charismatic. He knew the business, and had a well-established clientele base. Vander was soon working as a middleman for him.

Their relationship was short-lived, but passionate. Barely eighteen, Grey was the first and only man Vander ever became involved with. Two months into their affair, Grey introduced her to Lucid. The following week was filled with sex and drugs, after which Grey left Vander alone to her addiction.

In the past year, Vander has lost everything. Her savings account, previously full of hope for a college education, instead dwindled faster and faster as her habit became more and more difficult to sustain. She sold her small apartment, moving instead into an even tinier and more run-down studio apartment. She is now nineteen years old, and her body is wasting away. Her internal organs are slowly shutting down. When she isn't on the drug, the stomach cramps and migraine are unbearable. The rent hasn't been paid in two months, and an eviction notice will likely go up soon. Her drug stash is dwindling, quicker and quicker, and she has no income to replenish it. But even now, she still takes hits of Lucid.

<Other:/>
The prognosis for a casual Lucid user is four to five years, on the outside. Once an addiction is established, the body metabolizes the drug on a 48 hour cycle, after which withdrawal symptoms begin. Migraines, nausea, tremors, cold sweats, muscle cramps. The longer the habit is sustained, the more frequent the injections are required. Eventually, most victims can no longer financially sustain their addiction, and the withdrawal leads to death.

Vander's addiction is far from casual. She first encountered the drug a little over a year ago, and hit it hard. Today, her body craves the drug roughly every six to eight hours. Sleeping through the night without a dose is impossible. The drug's effects are less potent, and the withdrawals far worse, than when she first started. At best guess, she has a month or so before her body shuts down.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Ghost Shadow

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<Unit Identification:/> K-9 Mk. 1
<Preferred Designation:/> CERBERUS
<Gender:/> N/A - Male programming and identity
<Age:/> 3

<Occupation:/> N/A - Prototype Artificial Intelligence
<District:/> 4 (Created)

<Height:/> Three-and-a-half feet at the shoulder, and six-and-a-half feet in length
<Weight:/> 203.5lb

<Appearance:/>

Opening Sub-Folder: CERBERUS

Opening Sub-Folder: CERBERUS - Combat Mode

<Personality:/>
Gifted with an advanced intellect and artificial intelligence, Cerberus is considered one of the first "fully-sentient" machines ever to be created in New Ancora. With his advanced intelligence, Cerberus is capable of utilizing logic, reason, and independent thought, allowing him to solely complete many individual tasks that other machines would be unable to without human assistance.

Created with an AI system somewhat modeled after the human brain (thanks to New Ancora's own Katherine Saunders) Cerberus is capable of comprehending, or at least mimicking certain human emotions; such as curiosity, sarcasm, fondness, affinity, and learning capacity.

Cerberus often questions the need to fight, especially if it means killing; citing that he "lacks brutality." It is possible that this is a chosen trait by Cerberus, rather than a simple programming defect, as he is shown to posses compassion and concern for others, despite what he had said. This is partly why the K-9 Program was deemed a failure, as Cerberus lacked the drive or will to cause necessary casualties to complete missions.

Cerberus is incredibly well-educated in human psychology, philosophy, and history, having archived many Extranet sites on the topics. Though, despite his knowledge, Cerberus does not seem to fully comprehend certain figures of speech; such as metaphors, hyperboles, understatements, or similes.

Lastly, though he is a highly advanced synthetic, Cerberus's programming does grants him dog-like behavioral tendencies as well, such as a fondness for climbing on furniture, showing specific affinity towards a single human individual, acting in fright when someone steps on his tail, or simply lounging about when inactive, amongst other behavioral traits.

<Equipment:/>
Due to being built more for reconnaissance and scouting purposes, Cerberus lacks the heavy weaponry found in more front-line units. For range, Cerberus is equipped with a variety of spring-loaded high-frequency knives, superheated to the point they can sear through metal. For melee purposes, Cerberus' body is equipped with knife-like blades attached to the underside of each leg, blade-like claws, and sharp canine teeth that make him extremely deadly up-close. Lastly, Cerberus' tail can function as a weapon in itself, should the need call for it.

Combat aside, Cerberus is capable of picking up and playing various radio systems, and comes with an audio-playback feature that allows him to record and replay any audio he was currently present for.

<Biography:/>
To say Cerberus's creation was a secret is a disputable claim. For many years there have been rumors of the New Ancoran government beginning to prioritize the creation of fully-functioning, fully-sentient AI, though for many years these rumors remained only that. The K-9 Mk. 1 Unit was created 3 years ago to serve as a combat and reconnaissance unit aiding the New Ancoran Police Department and Bureau of Defense. By impermissibly using design schematics and neuro-AI software developed by Katherine Saunders, a science and robotics development team led by Doctors William Mars and Johann Clark proceeded with the construction of Cerberus, first implanting the software into a standard platform for training purposes.

Initially, Cerberus passed all expectations, not only displaying self-awareness, but a vast amount of intelligence and logical reasoning, as well as the ability to converse freely with the scientists when supplied with a vocabulator program. Transferred to its current, more advanced platform, Cerberus was then assigned basic training field work involving mock scenarios and scripts. However, issues began to spring up when Cerberus began questioning the need to take orders, the need to follow missions and kill whoever it (or "he" by its own designation) was ordered to. This caused a series of attempted revamps and memory wipes, though the science team soon discovered that Cerberus's own memory was as resilient as a human mind, and thus could not be erased so easily.

This caused Cerberus himself to become misanthropic and cynical in his views of humanity, being subject to their cruelty influenced by scientific discovery. Yet this all changed the day Cerberus was introduced to Dr. Mars's own teenage daughter, River, who suffered from chronic, debilitating depression. Dr. Mars felt it suitable that she have a companion, and dubbed Cerberus an informal therapy assistant.

Though initially finding the work demeaning, Cerberus soon grew close to River, a constant companion to talk about anything with. The two formed an incredibly close bond that went beyond simply human-and-machine. Cerberus believed that he was helping guide River back from the brink of depression and giving her hope again -- but even he could only do so much.

One fateful day, after one of their many visits, when River was preparing to leave for the evening, she gave Cerberus an incredibly heartfelt goodbye - as though she were going away for some time. Cerberus was perplexed but thought nothing of the matter, simply bidding her a "Good night." And an, "Again tomorrow." She said nothing, simply leaving with a tear rolling down her cheek.

That very next day, before the sun had even risen, Cerberus received the news that River Mars had committed suicide by overdose of medication late the night before.

Devastated, and with no one to blame, to hold responsible, Dr. Mars held Cerberus solely accountable for his daughter's suicide and, as punishment, began putting him through an intensive series of impossible scenarios, forcing him to constantly fail time after time after time until Cerberus believed himself to be a complete failure of the K-9 process.

Content that he had translated all his own self-loathing and hatred into Cerberus, Dr. Mars let the AI be, and resigned to drown in his own sorrow.

Cerberus remained active during this time, though never participated in any more tests or scenarios, instead being used to patrol the science facility by the remaining scientists there.

With no designated master and a free will, Cerberus, upon accessing his memory banks recalled mention of one 'Katherine Saunders' having been the one to create his AI unit. Deciding to go find her, Cerberus fled the science facility in search of her, leaving no trace behind as to his whereabouts.

<Other:/>
Due to Cerberus's AI being comparable to that of a human brain's, he is capable of suffering from the robot equivalent of dreams and 'nightmares', periods where his fondest and worst memories replay themselves rapidly while he's in a resting stand-by mode. During these times, he will typically go sit by himself to ponder for a few hours before attempting to enter standby mode once more. Cerberus also appears to hold the memory of River Mars close to him, and any mention of her will prompt a unique reaction from him, though he will never explain why.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Sypherkhode822

<Name:/> Katerina Wythburn
<Nickname(s):/> Kat
<Gender:/> Lady
<Age:/> 27

<Occupation:/> BoD
<District:/> all of them 17

<Height:/> 5' 10"
<Weight:/> 130

<Appearance:/>
An attractive dark skinned woman with short hair cut in an A-Line bob, Kat has tattoos of stylistic blue dragons running up and down her arms, with another tattoo of a sunflower transforming into a nuclear explosion on her back. She is physically fit, with a well toned body and callused hands. She has scars all over her body. Her left eye is a brilliant blue, compared to her natural brown, the most noticeable cybernetic enhancement. The tips of her fingers can dilate to open up in pinprick holes. Kat wears a tan trenchcoat over her DoP armor, which is horribly scarred and damaged. She carries more weaponry than a BoD agent should or a gang member could afford. Most of it is hidden from view, though its always within easy reach for her. http://cache28.fansshare.com/photograph/hairstylesforwomen/black-bob-short-hairstyles-for-black-women-73554716.jpg for facial features Her armor is a scarred up version of this https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6a/5a/39/6a5a396979ad656fc233b966b9cb5248.jpg and she doesn't wear a helmet. Her left eye has the digital overlay thing going on, akin to this http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1388187650l/493456.jpg

<Personality:/>
Kat has always been motivated to help others, which has often put her at odds with the establishment, especially since she doesn't care much for the other BoDs. She's been on the beat long enough to know that her actions won't turn around this city single handily, and has become rather paranoid concerning her personal safety, a few of the death threats she's received have been acted on. Despite this, Kat believes the best in people, and thinks that if she only inspires a few others to become better people, she will have lived a life well spent. She has a good sense of humor, and when she isn't on duty, she's a good person to be around.

<Biography:/>
Born and raised in the 4th district by her lawyer mother and surgeon father, Kat was raised in a life of privilege. However, Kat has always been aware of the poverty and desperate conditions most of the city lives in, because her mother would often moonlight for pro bono cases with people in the 17th district. As Kat became older, she decided that she wanted to pursue a career that would be able to help the people in the Beta districts. Idealistically thinking of the BoDs as a white knight order that works to stop the filth of the city from taking over, Kat became top of her class in the training school, and requested upon graduation to be sent to one of the most crime ridden districts in the city. Thinking that she would come around to their thinking sooner or later, her superiors decided to indulge her, and sent her to district 17. When she was scorned by the police department, who thought her as a rich kid slumming it in the Beta district for a while, before growing bored and returning to her idle life, Kat began to bust street gangs on her own, eventually renting out an apartment in the District, as she spent so much time there anyways. Kat is viewed by most of the people who know her as something of an oddity, a lost soul trying to keep the ancient traditions of chivalry and Bushido alive in the morally depraved city. Looked at with scorn by her other BoD peers for actually doing the job they're supposed to do, confused pity by her old friends, who think she's crazy to want to spend time in the Beta districts, complete hatred by the gangs she fights daily, grudging respect tempered by dislike by the police department whom she is supposed to work with, Kat hasn't made many friends in high places recently. She's not doing it for them, though.

<Other:/>
Kat has several, incredibly expensive and well done cybernetic implants, all done by her father. The first is the cybernetic eye, which can filter light through nearly all wavelengths, as well as thermal visioning. Both of her eyes can see in much greater detail than an ordinary human. Her ears can hear a much wider spectrum than most humans, being able to hear ultrasonic and infrasonic sound waves. Her reflexes have been altered, so she can now catch a fly in midair if she so desires. All of these abilities she is able to filter on and off, to differing degrees. Her bones have been reinforced with titanium, and her skull is now as strong as a 21st century motorcycle helmet, she's not catching any bullets with it, but if she headbutts something, it'll break before her. She also carries a nano-colony controlled only by her, instructions to the colony are encoded so that they are only accepted by a special neurochemical only Kat can produce. The nano-colony performs constant medical maintenance on Kat, keeping her in peak physical condition and allowing her to recover faster from wounds than normal. She has pinprick openings in her fingers, so she can let the nanobots out of her body and into the outside. Nanobots outside of Kat will perform a similar task, repairing wounds and healing bodies, often not her own. The nanobots also neutralize harmful toxins, so Kat has to drink a lot of alcohol to feel even the slightest buzz.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Annasiel

<Name:/> Petrushka Poddelka
<Nickname(s):/> Petra
<Gender:/> Female
<Age:/> 26

<Occupation:/> Philanthropist/Charity Worker
<District:/> Born in 5, resides in 16
<Height:/> 5'6"
<Weight:/> 129 lbs

<Appearance:/>


<Personality:/>
Petra is a charitable person, above all else. Though she seems to act somewhat reluctantly, as if against her own nature, she tries to give and help whenever she can. She is also quite personable, easily striking up conversations with those around her. She is often found as charming, though her love of mockery can sometimes be off putting.

A darkness also haunts her. Not the fake angst many teens commit to, but a deeper feeling. A poignancy hidden in her eyes that attest to loss and pain. When asked about her past, she will always calmly smile, and tell a weary story about a love gained and lost. Ask again, and she will refuse to talk any more.

<Biography:/>
She led a life cut from a storybook.

Born to a well off family in District 5, Petra had access to education, entertainment, and opportunity. Her parents loved her unconditionally, and she excelled in school. She was well on her way to becoming a doctor. Not that any of that mattered, because she blew it all off in the name of love. He was a wealthy man, the heir to a corporation, and good looking at that. A veritable prince charming, complete with the fairy tale estate. They met in a café. He sat down next to her as she read in silence, and grabbed her drink.

"Petrol?" he asked, teeth shining like a model. She was too surprised to speak.

"I'm sorry, what? That's my cup!" she finally sputtered. He set the latté back down in front of her, angled to show the maker writing on the side.

"Your name is Petrol?" he asked again. His voice was the silky purr of a tiger. When she realized what he was saying, she gave a nervous chuckle.

"No. Petra. Sometimes I think the baristas misspell it on purpose," she replied. His smile widened, eyes twinkling magnificently.

"That's quite alright. I am Gabriel. Though, our marvelous servers appear to think of me as a homosexual beverage." As he spoke, he set down his own drink. The name on it read 'Gay Beer'.

Petra laughed harder than she had ever laughed, and soon fell harder than she had ever fallen. This man who had elegantly forced his way into her quiet life was polite, well spoken, and utterly irresistible. She found herself dreaming about him at night... even dreaming about him during the day. Gabriel was her life. Since that fateful day in the Starbucks, everything changed, but not necessarily for the better. Stories rarely have happy endings.

It started with the death of Gabriel's father. Mr. Brighton was a rugged man and an honest worker, but illness plays no favorites. The disease that ravaged his body left him weak and bloody, eating him from the inside out. Gabriel stood strong when others were watching, but Petra heard his sobs at night. His father was dying painfully. They did what they could to ease it. Soothingly colorful emotion tea, suppressive steroids, and finally powerful morphine based narcotics to try and soften his passing. In the end, none of it helped, and the skeleton of a man screamed himself to sleep each night. He died regretting he had ever been born.

The funeral was marred with corporate deals and paperwork. Petra helped with what she could, but they were not married. She had no say in the eyes of the law, and Gabriel was forced to bear the brunt of the business. Eventually, once funeral and medical fees had been paid, he inherited the entirety of his father's capital and assets. He was the sole owner of Brighton Neurotech, and held all the responsibilities that entailed. He was pulled more and more often into his work, and came home more and more frequently with sunken eyes and pallid skin. Petra grew withdrawn, depressed, and irritable. All around, her perfect life was falling to shambles, all because Gabriel chose his job over her. She was terrified to lose him to work. In the end, she almost lost him to something much more devastating: Genetics.

The first day the symptoms appeared, she knew something was off. He seemed curt and agitated beyond the usual, hidden behind a steely face. He left without a goodbye, and his breakfast was untouched on the table. Petra fretted about it throughout the day, unable to focus on her classwork. The phone call came at two. There was an accident.

"What do you mean?!" she shouted at the solemn officer, her heart leaping violently in her chest.

"Your husband..."

"He's not my husband."

"Your boyfriend, then... he was in an accident at work. He fell thirty feet from a catwalk." The officer paused, anticipating a response.

"Is... is he alright?" It was a dumb question to ask. She wouldn't be getting this phone call if the answer was yes.

"He's alive, but critical. They're keeping him at Santa Clara hospital, for the time being," the man replied.

Alive. Critical.

Petra hung up the phone, and raced to the door as fast as she could. Not hesitating to take the elevator, she ran down all fifty flights of stairs leading up to the suite, blazing through the lobby without a word to the doorman. When she arrived at the hospital, she was out of breath, and ugly needles were digging into her side. She slammed her hands on the receptionist's desk.

"Gabriel Brighton!" she managed to shout. After a queer look, the man began leafing through his doussier.

"Fifth floor, room C2," the receptionist calmly replied. Before he could say anything else, Petra was off again. Up the stairs, around the corner, down two halls... at the door. She stopped outside, panting dramatically, wary of what awaited her inside. Tentatively, she opened the door.

"Did you bring any cake?"

Gabriel's questions always had a habit of throwing her off. He was lying on a hospital cot, a massive brace around his abdomen, eyes red and glassy. He looked like he was bathing in a grave, yet his voice still held its silky purr.

"Cake?" she replied. Maybe his brain was addled.

"Don't you remember? This was the day we first met." He smiled. God, he smiled. Petra thought he had forgotten, hell, even she had forgotten, yet here he was, half-dead, and asking for cake.

"I don't," she admitted, "and you aren't in any shape for cake either. How... what..."

"I fell off a bridge. Landed on my back, and shattered most of my cervical and thoracic back. Trust me, I feel wonderful." His sarcasm was so effortless, as if he didn't even realize what he was talking about. Petra sat in the chair beside him, and offered a hand. His own sat limply at his side.

"You're going to have to force yourself onto me, if you want a squeeze. The doctor tells me I'm not using my limbs anytime soon."

"No. You're not..."

His silence was confirmation.

"How are you going to work?" she asked flatly.

"I'm not. I've got enough money in reserve to live comfortably, but one of my cousins is taking over the business." He didn't seem to care.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." A new voice, coming from the door. Petra turned to see a doctor holding a clipboard.

"Your test results are back. You weren't intoxicated or under the influence of any drugs..." "What a relief. I dreaded I was an addict."

"...but we found advanced decay in your smooth muscular tissue. We did a DNA test, and it detected genetic hypotrophy."

The room was filled with deafening silence.

I suppose you think they find a cure. I suppose you think the doctor was wrong, that Gabriel hadn't contracted his father's illness. Come to think of it, you probably think the opposite. Gabriel died a horrible death, cursed by quadriplegy and atrophy. Whatever occurred to him is not the focus of this bio. I shall say this; A year later, Petra left district 5. She left with money and a shattered spirit, bound by some change of heart that had came in the last few months. She took the wealth to the less fortunate in Beta, and tried to make a difference in the world.

Like it matters. All storybooks end, and it's seldom happy when they do.

<Other:/>
None at this time.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Dymion

<Name:/> Elizabeth Breeyon
<Nickname(s):/> None
<Gender:/> Female
<Age:/> 23

<Occupation:/> Hitman
<District:/> 16

<Height:/> 5' 11"
<Weight:/> 129 lbs.

<Appearance:/>

A lot of people can be described as predatory, but... it just rings true with Elizabeth. She's lean, well muscled, but feminine all the same. Almost like a panther. Always has a wary look in those teal eyes, and with her elegant jawline... it's hard not to see the hunter in her. But damn can she play a poor chap's heartstrings. Hard not to call her seducing, and those full lips... fool doesn't know what he's getting into. She knows how to use her looks to get what she wants. Doesn't matter if they are some narcissistic Alpha, he's still her play toy, tats and all. Even though she's got multiple. Yeah, there are the obvious ones, like the lines on her right cheek and the triangle one on her chin, but those aren't her favorites. No, she likes the one on her back, a tribal scorpion. Thing is huge, its tail starting at the top of her hip on the right side and running into the body set dead in her back, the pincers at her shoulders. It's... unsettling, to say the least.

<Personality:/>
Cynical, sarcastic, devious... Elizabeth is a real... joy... to deal with. She never sincerely smiles, most of the time faking it to put you off, and she always has that neck tilt, like she's... trying to size you up. You can see it in her eyes, like you're prey. She's sadistic too, though whether it's a result of her work or vice versa is hard to say, and you can tell she isn't much for liking people. Thinks everyone's out to get her. She mostly sits back and lets the world screw itself up around her. Only became a hitman for the money. Doesn't care a lick about the politics behind it or the morality. As long as it pays good.

<Biography:/>
Twenty-four years ago, a young drug addict by the name of Jonathan Breeyon had the misfortune of meeting an unknown woman on the streets. Tall, slender, elegant, and about his age, she was a magnet for the kid on high, and within a few short hours, she was leaving his hovel as content as any lion after its meal. But, unlike every other successful hunt, this one had after effects, and in a short time, the seducer realized she'd made an error. And she needed to get rid of it. Fast.

Surgery was too expensive. None of the clinics would take her. So in nine months time, her little daughter was born. And she couldn't bring herself to kill it. Instead, she took it to the father, and with a little reward, stuck the baby with her addict dad. That's how she got the name, Breeyon. And Jonathan decides to keep the name of the mother. Elizabeth.

The lessons of a parent on narcotics are of a strange variety, and as the young girl aged through her toddler and early preteen years, she found that the world was a place of advantage and sin. It wasn't that her father ever beat on her. Despite the influence of drugs, he cherished the little girl, and gave her all the love he could afford. But as she watched Jonathan poison himself day by day, wasting his money on pleasure over food, it had an impact.

When her old man died at the ripe old age of thirty-three, sixteen year old Elizabeth didn't have many choices for how she was going to make it in the world alone. It was either join a gang, become a prostitute, or work a low paying job to go nowhere. Unless, you had the willpower or connections to contracts.

Elizabeth was not going to become her mother. Three days after Jonathan's death, the little vixen had contacted a hitman with what she described as simply a job. Had he known that job was to take on an apprentice, he would've hung up the phone. Instead, he arrived and was impressed my the girl's treachery, and took her in.

The next two years saw the young girl turned into a lethal woman, her enthrallment with her occupation enough that she picked up skills quickly. First came her talents in manipulation. Learning to heighten or lower her voice, control her language, accent, gait, demeanor... talents that actors wished for. Next was her own physical prowess, a skill she tailored to her own form, making her agile, fast, and skilled at hand to hand combat. Then the teacher was done, and Elizabeth was on her own. But there was one final lesson she learned, a skill that was both ironic and unique, making her a go to for inconspicuous kills. To create and synthesize various narcotics, then apply them in a multitude of ways. A talent which made her truly deadly.

<Other:/>
The drugs employed by Elizabeth are many, each serving their purpose in various ways.

•Devil's Breath a.k.a Scopolamine- This little beauty is made from a tree that grows abundantly in Colombia, where the local criminal element made it infamous with their constant use of the substance. Odorless, colorless, and tasteless, it takes a minor amount inhaled, consumed, injected, or exposed to breaks in the skin for the most basic effects to begin. And it only takes a few minutes from first exposure, before the victim enters what is best described as a zombie-like state; coherent but with no free will. And it gets worse. Not only is the subject easy to command, with Colombian cases expanding from victims helping robbers steal their valuables to even donating organs, but afterwards there is no recollection of the events, the drug stopping memories from forming for nearly 24 hours. Those under the influence of Devil's Breath also experience powerful hallucinations, with increased dosages resulting in a state of unconsciousness and, in high amounts, death due to respiratory failure.

In the hands of a skilled hitman, Devil's Breath earns its dubbing by some as the scariest drug out there. It can be blown into someone's face, slipped in their drink, injected into their skin, or dispersed in the very air they breath. But what makes it most powerful is the massive quantity of applications. Interrogations, robberies, framings, attacks, coverups... all made ten times easier thanks to a little tree.

•Hand of the Devil- Often sold on the streets and in dark corners for aspiring athletes and underhanded brawlers, the drug is likely one of the most dangerous on the market, for both consumers and anything around them. The steroid, requiring direct injection into the body, stimulates the body to levels beyond what man should achieve, but seems to induce a level of rage and unreasoning that makes it earn the name. That is, if you make it past the first few minutes. This is a drug that only the best of the best can even think to use, with top physical conditioning required. Otherwise, you face cardiac arrest, a fate 90% of users meet head on.

Again, Elizabeth enjoys her interactions with the Devil's toys, with this one usually saved for the weak bodied or those requiring high profile deaths. It is truly a hitman's best friend. Inject it quietly and in the victim's sleep, and they die by a drug that will make investigators right them off as just another casualty of ambition. But the best are when they are awake and healthy, with wild chases testing her own skills as she leads them straight into the law and a complete massacre.

•Hydrogen Cyanide- Probably the most lethal poison in the world, hydrogen cyanide is a liquid that boils at just above room temperature, making both liquid and gaseous use a possibility when applied in the field. Targeting the ETC in the cells' mitochondria, it completely shuts down ATP production, affecting the nervous system and heart most as they are forced to shut down. The speed that this takes varies. As a gas, about three hundred milligrams per cubic meter is all it takes to kill anyone exposed to the space in ten to sixty minutes. And at three thousand five hundred of the same unit of measurement, it takes less than a minute. In it's liquid form, its even more dangerous, taking small amounts of space to deliver a punch powerful enough to end the largest of animals. A syringe of this colorless, water-filled substance, and it's the end.

Even despite its lack of distributors, forcing Elizabeth to construct her own lab, the hitman has found Hydrogen Cyanide to be worth the effort. In a drink, the poison goes straight to the stomach, boiling on its way until every milligram is distributed across the body in a blanket if death. With a syringe, it's even faster. But what makes it amazing for someone like Elizabeth is the prospect of slipping it into a building's filtration system, ending hundreds of lives within hours.

•DNP- This drug can actually be found over the counter in pills made for weight loss, often attracting body builders or big people wanting slim bodies. The problem is, most that by it don't quite realize what they are getting into, either loving the results or dying before they get them. The reason why is actually pretty scary. The reaction of the drug with the body results in the mitochondria reducing energy production efficiency, instead turning all that chemical work it's done into waste heat. The result is a massive increase in body temperature, and eventual death by hypothermia. Unless, of course, you have a ton of fat to burn. Literally.

What Elizabeth loves most about DNP is the fact that all it takes is a hammer and bag to alter it to a nice, yellow powder, which can be slipped into food or drink and given to an unsuspecting target. Once ingested, it's almost cruel, the effects literally cooking the victim from the inside until they die from the excess heat.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Lev

Name: Audrey Webner
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 22 years, 11 months

Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 165 lbs

Occupation: Economics Student, Unemployed
District: Alpha, 2 (by circumstance)

Personality:
Audrey is obedient. She has been pruned for social perfection since childhood – as far back as she can remember; maybe six or seven years of age? Her mother was a disciplinarian when it came to etiquette, charm, and influence. Her father bore the heavy hand of knowledge, order, and wealth. In the public eye, Audrey is the ideal model of an Alpha Zone woman.

As such, she exhibits the stereotypical traits of a wealthy heir. Her airy, posh sense of entitlement is a perfect camouflage when mingling with other women, and men, of the better districts. She can even be as ignorant and self-centered as the majority, sometimes. But behind the backs of her critical peers Audrey struggles with inadequacy. For reasons she can’t explain, a paralyzing fear of rejection haunts her every move.
Compliance brings opportunity and reward. Divergence brings… something as bad as the stories from Zone Beta.

Biography:
It always seemed to be raining in District 17. Even when the rain was welcome it was mostly acidic, trickling from the heavy clouds that braided through the daunting skyscrapers. One rainy night was especially terrible for Lonnie.

Lonnie? Yes. Audrey Webner’s true name is Lonnie Harlon; but she wouldn’t recognize that name anymore. On that fateful night sixteen years ago, a six year old street-shank was given a second chance at life and left her entire identity behind her.

Bleaker St. was darker than a BoD’s dirty black armor – or their agenda, depending on which one you talked to. The only thing that lit the puddled street was the neon that hung from the upper stories. Underneath that dim fluorescent glow was a little girl, holding the hand of her father while he held the neck of an empty bottle. Tom Harlon’s rigor veins were hard under his skin, like metal chords pushing through a plastic bag. The years of drunken dependency, child-rearing, and drug addiction had finally taken its toll. With no mother to speak of, Lonnie was officially alone in the world.

Her future was grim, but Lonnie couldn’t let her only family member – damaged as he had been – rot without ceremony in an alley. Law enforcement might ignore her plea for help altogether. They might send her to one of the orphanages that her father warned her about, but that would be slightly better than starving. Maybe. Engrossed in contemplation, Lonnie met her fate in the eyes of Margret Webner.

Margret and Geoff Webner were victims of the unthinkable. While District 2 is one of the safest places to live it is not perfect. Better security means better criminals, and Alpha criminals’ offenses were those of the worst rank. Child abduction for pornography and molestation was one of those offenses. Five years had passed since their three year old daughter was stolen from their neighborhood, and Margret hadn’t stopped searching. No district was off limits. She could be anywhere, she thought. But soon the only recognizable piece of Audrey Webner was her mother’s memorized description – until she met Lonnie.

“Are you alone, little girl?” the childless mother asked.

“Yeah,” Lonnie replied.

“I am also alone. Do you have a place to go? Family to go home to?”

“No,” she answered again.

“Would you like to come with me? I could make you very happy,” the woman said on bent knee. Her eyes looked as wet as Lonnie’s disheveled boots, even under her pretty white umbrella.

“Yeah,” was the only thing the little girl could think of saying.

“Yes,” her new mother corrected.

The next day, Lonnie, falsified as a recovered Audrey in every identification system between District 17 and District 2, began a new life. Everything was available to her. Everything was given to her until there was no room left in her mind for the horrible past that she'd lived through. If there were any Gods out there, they'd given her a second start. She wouldn't waste it.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Heat

<Name:/> Derrick Noel
<Nickname(s):/> Dee
<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 24

<Occupation:/> Drug dealer
<District:/> 16

<Height:/> 6'1
<Weight:/> 155 lbs

<Appearance:/>


Derrick is a lean man, while not an athletic freak he does like to keep himself in shape. He tends to dress conservatively, with an aim to keep a low profile. The only distinguishable feature on him is the half sleeve tattoo on his left arm, which he usually keeps it covered.

<Personality:/>
Utterly driven by success, Derrick isn't afraid to leave others in the dust in order to accomplish his own goals. He knows that in his occupation you'll either end up at the top or dead, death is the last thing he wants. He's always thinking ahead, always planning whenever the opportunity arises. He is quite paranoid and doesn't trust anyone but himself and a select few within his inner circle that have earned his trust. He adores making money and when not dealing can be found in clubs drinking or partying.

<Biography:/>
Derrick was born in District 16 and has lived there his whole life. An only child of two hard working, low class parents, he was a poor student in school, it wasn't that he was stupid, it was just that he never had any interest in learning in a school setting. His father died shortly after his fifteenth birthday in a work related accident. His mother was heartbroken and never the same after it.

Derrick was never that close to his dad, but was still saddened by his death. Actual jobs were hard to come by in 16, so he started dealing drugs while nearing the end of school. He started off small and easy, the less in demand stuff that wasn't as likely to get you shot over. He showed a finesse in his work, after graduating school near the bottom of his class he focused full time on his occupation. His mother married another man and left Derrick who was at the time living with a girlfriend. He hasn't seen his mother since then, and doesn't want to see her.

In the years since then he has managed to get a solid life for himself, he's made enough money to afford a decent but cheap apartment as well as the necessities in life. It isn't enough for him though, he wants to make enough where he doesn't have to every worry about money again.

<Other:/>
N/A

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Leb

<Name:/> Ada Fix
<Nickname(s):/> Goes by Evelyn Dion
<Gender:/> Female
<Age:/> She appears to be somewhere between 14 and 17 but is actually about to turn 23

<Occupation:/> Undercover policewoman
<District:/> Alpha Zone: District 4

<Height:/> 5'7"
<Weight:/> 134 lbs

<Appearance:/>

Ada is for the most part thin, but she can still pack a punch though. Lean muscles are hidden with her clothing choices as she intends to deceive everyone that beneath her clothes is anything but toned. Her pixie cut hair gave Ada the illusion of youth and dyed her tips teal to "match the color of her eyes while stating her uniqueness" to society. Raised in a proper home, her clothing choices accentuated her femininity with a bit of flare (and ruffles!).

<Personality:/>
To those who don't know of her occupation, she is wild, energetic, and crass with no restraints on her words. Some may think of her as a deluded punk needing attention, others may take her for a rebel sticking it to the man. But for all the front she gives, it's only a part that she plays quite well. This is Evelyn Dion, a rich brat who likes to run away from home some nights to mess around with danger and play in the dark. However, Ada is very much the opposite. She is quite serious, especially when work is involved, and always composed. She isn't much of a "small talk" person and would rather be discussing important things, like cases she could be taking on, and theories about suspects. Her personal life is non-existent as she throws herself into her work and false life.

<Biography:/>
Ada was born into a family of law, her father being chief of the police department and her mother a well respected lawyer. They lived comfortably in Alpha Zone 4 never having to worry about money, crime, and whether or not if food would be on the table for the day. As expected, Ada held interest in law and more-so with justice. Academics was a breeze for Ada as she held her place in the top 5% of the student body. However, social interactions eluded her as she was more inclined to studying the behaviours of those around her. She would note the body language and the emotions they displayed to better help her in her career. It had gotten to the point she could understand the type of person they were and predict their reactions in certain situations. It wasn't a perfect technique, but it sure as hell damn useful in her line of work. As Ada aged, she went and got herself into the prestigious police academy and ranked quite highly, unfortunately not at the top of her class as she had hoped for. Years of training and a graduation later, Ada was employed to the undercover police department due to her young appearance. She's still considered a rookie in the ranks but has already busted a couple of dealers and sex offenders in the first year mostly in the beta zones. She has heard of the rumors about "Elevated" and is willing to take it upon herself to investigate the deal with it in her free time if her department decides to not put her on the case.

<Other:/>
She dons her police vest beneath layers of clothing giving the illusion of a younger undeveloped body.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Archangel89

Name: Alexander Romanov Krei

Nickname: The Roman

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Occupation: Private Eye (located in Zone Beta but takes cases from Alpha as well)

District: Current office is located in the center of downtown 16

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 220 lbs.

Appearance:


Personality: Alex a great deal of his early adult life as an officer of the law and as such has seen a great deal during what seems like the long stretch of his short life. The life as a cop has hardened him to the point where he lives and breathes for the few cases he deems interesting enough to take on and because of this outlook comes across as callous and cold hearted to everyday problems. Alex seems to have an extreme hatred towards gang related violence and an even greater hatred for crimes against women. On the subject of women, Alex himself is a terrible womanizer which most likely stems from his alcoholism. Because of an incident many years prior Alex is left with a good portion of his body as prosthetics and as such suffers with the known side-effects.

Backstory:

Alex "The Roman" Krei came from rather humble beginnings in a world that has become increasingly dismal. Born to a single mother in one of the worse parts of District 16 Krei was born as the personification of the "white knight" personality standing up to bullies and standing up to organized crime (when his life wasn't on the line of course). At the age of eighteen Alex took on the noble job of a New Ancoran Police Officer ready and willing to eliminate all crime within the Beta Zone.

By his mid-twenties still held firm to his attitude and his personal creed, and it seemed like it could possibly come true within his life time as crime rates within his District were significantly decreasing. With the increase in pay Alex was able to move his mother out of his childhood home and into a nicer apartment in District 12. Fate it seems, had a crueler plan in mind for Alex. While he was working a high end drug trafficking case where pushers were starting to move more and more Lucid Alex made the bust that would end up starting a massive downward spiral of his life. After he brought down a pusher that could only be identified as "Grey" the higher-end bosses finally began taking notice of the upstart cop pushing in on their territory.

It started subtlety at first; punctured tires, muggings on the transit home, threatening calls and the like. Alex gave these things little attention as he continued his personal war against these drug lords and those under them. By the time he turned thirty-three the final hammer fell for Alex. One night while he was off duty Alex went to see his mother for one of their weekly dinners when he noticed that everything was wrong. The lights were off, the door was kicked open, the smell of burnt food was wafting from the door. Drawing his gun Alex could feel the knot tightening in his chest as he searched the house for any sign of what might have happened in his mothers home. As he rounded the corner of his mother's bedroom what he came face to face with was nothing more than the single worst thing in his life.

There lay his mother; broken, beaten, shot, stabbed and a thousand other things that he didn't even want to think about at that moment in life. After saying a prayer and calling the coroner to come remove the body Alex quit the Force in lieu of getting his own personal revenge knowing full well that he would be treated like a criminal himself. It took years of hunting under the name of "The Roman" crawling through every crack house, and bringing down every pusher that he could find until one of them finally four words.

"Alpha. They're in Alpha."

Taking a moment to weigh his options Roman called in a few of his contacts at the Department The Roman was able to secure one pass to Zone Alpha for one day only, a pass that he would never get to use. As he prepared to bring war into the Alpha Zone he was met with several men in suits ambushed him and began beating him mercilessly. It was then that the big boss showed himself only calling himself "The Scorpion". The beating lasted hours leaving Alex little more than a bloody pulp; rib cage practically dust, arms shattered, both eyes ruptured to the point that he would never be able to use them again and still Alex stood up and continued walking. For an hour and a half he walked the streets of 17 unable to call out for help until he finally passed out near a main road.

When he woke up again, he was in a hospital in the Alpha Zone and he could see again. Both of his arms were replaced, his ribcage was solid metal, and his eyes had been replaced with cybernetic counterparts. Despite all things he was alive and able to live another day, when he asked the nurses about how he got there all they would say is that a man came by while he was unconscious and left him a card. The card read:

Know your place...next time I won't be generous."

Beneath the message was an ornate image of a scorpion. Now feeling the full weight of the message Alex returned a beaten and broken man to 16 where he made a name for himself as a private eye where he continues to lick his wounds from his beating. And every day since has been a living hell.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by The Red Zephyr

<Appearance:/>


<Name:/> Seane Jerald Alburg
<Nickname(s):/> None worth mentioning
<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 18

<Height:/> 6’0”
<Weight:/> 142 lbs. (65.7 kg)

<Occupation:/> Student in New Ancora’s Academy of Law
<District:/> Occupant of District 2; Attends lectures in District 1

<Personality:/>
Seane is of high pedigree to be sure, with mother and father having IQs of 170 and 162 respectively. The former was an executive in one of the leading pharmaceutical companies before marrying Seane’s father, who hails from five generations of governorship. With such blue blood, it’s with little surprise that Seane’s demeanor can be described as “confident” at best and “arrogant” at worst. Whenever applicable, he places himself above and before others. He believes strongly that whatever position a person finds themselves in is the result of his or her actions, so misfortune is little more than a lack of resolve or failure of character.

Maybe even stronger than his superiority complex is Seane’s underlying inferiority complex. Being raised with a “golden child” of an older brother, Seane has always pushed himself to the limit trying to be recognized as the favorite to no avail. Even after skipping a grade to be in the same class, he wound up as the salutatorian to his brother’s valedictorian. It’s very likely that Seane’s lofty attitude is just a front to conceal his own insecurity.

<Biography:/>
As mentioned prior, Seane was born to John and Thayla Alburg; governor of District 2 and CFO of Barker Pharmaceuticals respectively. As one would expect, he was raised having every want or need met, with little to no fuss from his well-off parents. However, despite their doting, neither paid much mind to their second son, preferring to spoil their first born, James, with all the love and attention they could among their busy lives.

As the years drew on, Seane felt more and more distant from his family. Every toy, game, or car he received was a hollow reminder that he would always be second. As puberty approached, his frustration turned to anger, and other kids at school became an outlet for that anger until Seane became what most would call a “bully”. He formed a posse of those that would follow him, either from respect or fear, and established himself as the top dog—both physically and academically—through middle and high school. In fact, his academics were so impressive that he began high school as a sophomore; the same class as his older brother. This was when Seane began to feel the gap closing: As far as society was concerned, he and his sibling were equals. Thus began an obsessive, one-sided rivalry.

Seane went out of his way to take the same classes with the same teachers as James every year, and even took extra classes to boost his grades. He gave up nearly all of his free time trying to out-do his brother to the point of being neurotic by his graduating year.

Seane couldn’t quite tell you why he went to such lengths, since he had stopped caring what his parents thought long ago. Perhaps it was his brother’s apparent apathy toward his own excellence. Seemingly without any effort, he always did as good as or better than Seane in everything, no matter the struggle Seane put himself through to reach that point.

When schooling finally came to a close, Seane once again found himself in second place to James. By 0.002 grade point average, he was the salutatorian of his graduating class. After the graduation ceremony, Seane lost himself in a fit of anger and threw a punch at his older brother. Predictably, he did not connect, and it took little time at all for a group of his friends to counterattack: They probably expected Seane to pull something. Little too late did he find out that James had his own entourage willing to defend him.

Five of the biggest eighteen-year-olds Seane had ever seen dragged him out into the street and beat him to a pulp for two hours, breaking two of his ribs, cracking his right tibia, and, crushing his writing hand. He passed out on the street soon after, only to awake in a hospital bed. Apparently, despite not being present for the beating, James had called an ambulance to pick Seane up.

However, the act of mercy was little reprieve since his right hand had been obliterated beyond repair. His only option was an augment prosthetic. Although he was able to get a synthetic skin covering, he found himself unable to write or type as well, since artificial nerve endings could only do so much.

<Other:/>

[YoshiSkittlez]

Played by Darkmatter

Wikus Forgreaves - The Raven

The dimly lit interrogation room was pretty characteristic of District 16; modern and functional if a little cheap and grimy. The room was dominated by a dull blue neon glow cast from above down onto a steel table, bolted to the floor. Sat stout and astute on one side were too officious looking men, a local detective and BoD agent. Across from them, dressed in a swathe of dark clothes, all covered by a knee length navy jacket, sat the subject of their questioning.

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~Interview Recording 8636G
District 16 Jail Facility #7
Interviewer: Detective Brogan Ashwell

Name: “You idiots are asking my name? The name you said about four times in the last hour in the process of arresting me and dragging me down here?” scoffed the suspect. Pain suddenly struck his temple, the source emanating from a small electrical wire they had plunged into his forearm. Glaring at the ‘law enforcers’ he grunted, “I see how it is; Wikus Forgreaves.”

Nickname(s)/Aliases: “What you wanna be friends now?” Wikus spat sardonically. Shaking his head and resigning himself to the fact these feds likely had the stones to keep pressing the information forcefully, he decided to just play along briefly. “People call me a lot things, mostly Mr.Forgreaves or The Raven, stupid name, and some o’ the highs get to call me Wikus. Sure you clever fella’s knew that much though.”

Gender: Raising his eyebrows, Wikus motioned so as to attempt to display his manhood before the detective grumpily moved to the next question.

Age: “Thirty one next week actually. We’re having a bit of thing, drink, hookers, drugs and blackjack. Ye fine fella’s coming?” The venom in his voice was biting and dry.

Occupation: “Con-man, hitman, pimp, extortionist and all round nice guy.”

District: “This one.”

Height: “Six foot one.”

Weight: “Dunno, haven’t weighed myself recently. What do ye think these weight.” Saying so, he lumped his light frame metal forearms on the table.

Appearance:

“Really? You have a mugshot and you’re sitting here fucking looking at me.”

History:
The following is a criminal report file on the known history of Wikus Forgreaves, most commonly referred to as ‘The Raven’.

Wikus was born, raised and still currently lives in District 16. He has and continues to have quite a bit of movement between Beta districts, including occasionally into the restricted zones. Coming into a life of low-class status, Wikus saw the rougher side of the City from an early age. Both his parents were proletariat industrial workers. Living in the Nisha-Tano borough of the district, the presence of the Saito crime family was a daily acknowledgement. Most average people didn’t have run-ins or issues, with the family conducting its illicit practices mostly at night and only among certain circles. Attending regular state schooling, Wikus had a moderately decent and issue free childhood considering the circumstances into which he was thrust from the womb.

At the age of seventeen though, having not pursued any higher qualifications despite an apparent intelligence, Wikus was working full time in a production facility acting as a third adult in his household. Wikus had no great disdain for his life and family but nor did he have much care for them. When presented with a self-promoting opportunity the opportunistic young man took it. What started as moving some small packages for a few extra credits soon became his main source of income. Exposed to the Saito’s ways, a life of crime beckoned and without much other options afforded him and little in the way of moral qualms, Wikus jumped in.

Wikus’ life and activities from the age of twenty to the current time are very vague. The lack of information stems from the Saito’s excellent discipline in the manner in which they conduct their business and from Wikus’ own efficiency and methodology. It is know that he currently acts as an enforcer and go-to fix it man for the heads of the Saito Family. How he got there and what he did along the way is much less apparent.