As you may have guessed, this is but a humble successor to Bluetommy's and Inkarnate's iterations of A Game of Thrones - Blood Runs Over Westeros. Many days, weeks, and months have passed since we've last seen a true Game of Thrones role-play here on the Guild, and to that end, I offer you a chance to reclaim those long lost glory days of old.
The year is 364 AC - The Wreckage of King Aerys IV's ship is found.
Long ago did Aegon Targaryen VI cross the Narrow Sea with the might of the Golden Company at his back, reclaiming his ancestral place atop the Iron Throne. The War of the Five Kings, raging all across the breadth of Westeros, finally came to an end in 302 AC, marking the glorious beginning of King Aegon VI's reign to come. Yet, even the greatest of Kings have their fair share of troubles to contend with, as the Gods are cruel and never ending in their machinations of man. Dark Wings, Dark Words, as the Night's Watch brings tidings from the distant North, for the King is dead, his ship's shattered hulk found upon the shores of Skane, while the fate of his mission to Braavos unknown.
Across the Summer Sea in Essos, Daenerys Targaryen returned to Meeren at the head of a mighty khalasar, hardened by the harrowing experiences of the Dothraki Sea. Westeros mattered not to this Queen, instead, she would form an Empire all her own. New Valyria - a free empire in which no man, woman, or child would ever again be a slave, all of Essos would have the chains of slavery and cruelty shattered once and for all. And for her enemy's, there would be no mercy... Meereen, Yunkai, Astapor, Tolos, Mantarys, Elyria, New Ghis, they all fell before Queen Daenerys and her dragons. Fire and Blood, her words of condemnation to the slavers and cruel masters of Slaver's Bay - now Dragon's Bay, as one by one, her foes fell before her like freshly sewn wheat. Now, decades later, after wars with Volantis and Qarth, the Free Cities and beyond, the children of Daenerys sharpen their blades and mount their dragons, readying for another war of conquest.
Sixty two years have passed since the end of the War of the Five Kings, and the supposed defeat of the ancient evil far to the North. In that time upon the shores of Westeros, many events, both great and small, have transpired, further shaping the course of time. It would be to the children of Aegon Targaryen VI and his lady wife, Shireen Baratheon, to leave their place upon the history's of Westeros.
A note to House Arryn, Stark, and Baratheon players/Players choosing a House depicted in this family tree: Feel free to change names/relay names to me in order for this to better reflect in game lore.
Now, after rebellions, wars, religious uprisings, a plague, and the loss of a King, the realm is without a clear heir to the throne, though many will claim they have the greatest right to the seat. A Great Council is needed, before any more chaos can spread, who will hold the Iron Throne is unclear, but one thing is for certain for the soon-to-be future. Westeros will bleed.
Influences: Several A Song of Ice & Fire sandbox RPs that have run on RPG in the last several years, and the great GM's that ran them in the past.
Game Admission: It's a public game, however, applications will be based on the merits of their quality.
Player Options: Houses or Individual Characters.
Book Lore vs HBO Lore: This world is primarily based on the novels written by George R.R. Martin, however, certain events depicted within the T.V. show will be grafted in to the overall lore and timeline of this RP. ((E.x. The destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor by Queen Cersei Lannister, the Sacking of Highgarden,)) When in doubt, refer to the books over the show when crafting your historical progress through the years.
Canon Precedence: Players have the autonomy - within reason of course - to decide their House's history and how it played into the conclusion of the War of the Five Kings that saw Aegon Targaryen VI crowned as King of Westeros. Furthermore, as more of the story is revealed in a more indepth OOC page, should enough interest come to fruition, players are more than welcome to participate in key events in history that lead to the games start.
House Baratheon: Survived via the return of Edric Storm, who was legitimized at the behest of Queen Shireen Baratheon.
House Arryn: Robert Arryn mysteriously died... thus Harrold the heir took his place, and married Sansa Stark. Littlefinger?
House Stark: Good old Davos Seaworth brought Rickon back from Skagos, and King Stannis restored him to his rightful seat.
House Tyrell: Willas survived the sacking of Highgarden, and your line of pretty flowers descends from him.
House Lannister: Martyn, son of Kevan, is your source of golden haired fun.
House Tully: Restored to Riverrun via King Aegon VI, Edmure and Roslin are your main bloodline.
House Harlaw: Stannis burned Theon as a sacrifice, Asha was married off, and King Aegon named Harlaw the new Lord Reapers.
House Martell: Arianne and all her womanly charms. You get to choose your paramour, and the rest.
House Florent: They lost Brightwater Keep, them darn Tyrells. However, Queen Shireen granted them Tarth, as old Lord Selwyn left no heirs.
House Targaryen in the North: What, what is this? Jon Snow (Jaeharys Targaryen) leaves the Night's Watch after being murdered, and subsequently resurrected by Melisandre. He goes on to marry Val, sister of Dalla, and by decree of King Aegon, rules over the Gift. ((He pays his taxes to the Night's Watch, rather than to the Iron Throne.))
House Connington: Lands and wealth restored, along with being lords again. Thanks Aegon VI.
House Redfrey: Emmon Frey and Genna Lannister, after losing Riverrun, take the lands of Castamere as their own. Rolph Spicer dies tragically fighting for Queen Cersei.
House Frey of Darry: The bastard is never legitamized, with the lands of Darry now ruled by the children of Amerei Frey and Lyle Crakehall.
House Frey of Rosby: Olyvar Frey takes the lands of his distant kin, having already been there as the late Lord Rosby's ward.
House Frey of the Crossing: A localized civil war breaks out over the rule of the Crossing when old Lord Walder dies. However, outside help comes from the Vale, as the Waynwood Freys get family blood line support. They end up removing Black Walder Frey from power and his allies, turning them over for the King's Justice for their role in the Red Wedding. ((Walton Frey and Deana Hardyng bloodline rule now - Steffon, "Fair" Walda, and Bryan Frey.))
House Hornwood: Restored via the bastard, Larence Snow being legitimized.
Other Houses that are not extinct, but lost lands due to the war: Within reason, they are returned their ancestral lands.
Extinct Houses: War is bloody and brutal, and sometimes, certain Houses go extinct due to their black reputation. House Karstark ceases to be ((1. Replaced by House Thenn, and also because Stannis burned a whole bunch of Karstarks for his Red god. House Bolton is a goner, with both Roose and Ramsay dying on the field of battle, and Walda Frey giving birth to a daughter, furthermore, its lands are no more, having been divided among the neighboring lords. House Greyjoy is a goner too, replaced with House Codd ruling Pyke now. House Clegane is dead... etc. You get the point, a number of Houses went the way of the Hoares, nothing but ashes. Applying for these houses will not be options, not even some random bastard, copy. Most other houses are open for talking points due to the precedence of player autonomy.
Historical Casualties: Aegon VI did not take control of Westeros with some ink and a signature. Many a man and woman died in that war, fighting for their respective sides. Members of the Golden Company, Margaery Tyrell in the Sept "fire" along with other Tyrell's ((At the player's discretion)), Stannis Baratheon at the Wall, etc, etc. Basically, if a character doesn't make much sense living past their necessary footprints, they're probably dead. Discussions will be open, but remember convincing arguments are as good as Valyrian steel. ((Most folks are dead by now anyhow, due to the timeline.))
Kingdom of Komentiolos, Tarsus, Imperial Parade Grounds - The Sun Rises
The crowded masses grew quiet as the king took the raised dais, his military uniform simple and fitting for the occasion. His officers and advisors stood beneath the dais, their uniforms no more regal than his own. Across his chest, medals and campaign ribbons earned honorably and rightfully, bought and paid for with blood and sweat from his youth. He wore no wig, no fashions of the West, he dressed himself of antiquity, of the old Empire. In his right hand, an old and worn baton was held, passed down for generations to its next rightful commander. Here, before all the men and women summoned to the great Imperial Parade Grounds, stood a military commander, and not some pompous, braggadocios, sovereign of the West. All eyes were now upon him, soldier and citizen alike, looking to him for what was to happen next. Taking a final breath, the king began to speak, knowing what he said would echo across the realm for decades to come.
"My people... Sons and Daughters of Komentiolios... For many years, we have been a broken empire: fragmented, oppressed, and conquered by those we sought to escape. Thirteen Hundred years ago, our forefathers stood against the collapse of the West, watched as our brothers and sisters, our kin of the West, fall into chaos. We stood tall in those dark times, as the world descended into darkness. The barbarous hordes the poured across the plains and forests and mountains of the former Imperial holdings were endless. How many tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of anguished souls came begging before our very doors, crying out for sanctuary and salvation. We granted them that, we spilt our blood and sweat for them, from the fabled expeditions of antiquity, the incursions and raids against the hordes of teeming chaos roiling before our very borders. And yet, even with all we sacrificed, the honored dead of old, we did not flinch before our sacred duty to defend civilization. We have stood for a thousand years and more as the beacon of hope, of civilization, the shield and sword the guards the realms of men against all who would seek to envelop the world in perpetual darkness. And yet now, as we stand upon a knifes edge, the very descendants of those we saved, plot against us.
My father asked for time, and that time was granted by you. You: the strength in my arm, the holders of our people’s dreams… long ago, as our foes raged all around us, we were forced to abandon our far flung territorial holdings, the greatest sacrifice in the history of mankind. A sacrifice for freedom, Komentiolos became that freedom. Our new realm was smaller, which forced change upon us all. At first, it weakened us, but in fact, we were growing stronger. In the time since our great sacrifice, our great realm has been reborn anew, regaining our divine strength, earning our rightful pride! The turn cloaks of old were exiled and driven from our lands, their tainted views expunged from our way of life. We gained new insights into who we were, and who we are now. On this day, those driven to divide us will here one united voice, one united people. On this day, we shall act as one, and we shall be ignored NO MORE! Defenders of civilization, sons and daughters of Komentiolios, now is our time!”
The crowd roared with approval and applause, both the soldiers and citizens joining in as one resounding voice. The king stood there, gauging their reaction for a long time, taking his time in breathing deeply and slowly. Soon, there was his opening once more, and he continued speaking, his booming voice carrying across the great stone venue.
This much I vow: The history of these days will be written in blood. We so graciously offered peace to our enemies, so humbly held aloft the olive branch, only for those very same foes to savagely grip a dagger in one hand and hold a venomous snake in the other. They sought to poison our minds at home, with fear and mistrust, but they did not succeed. Instead, they so cowardly instigated rebellion in our colonial holdings, in Aegyptus. They hoped to snuff out the flame of civilization abroad, in the vain hopes of such a dastardly attack would hurt our own moral and courage. No… by crushing the armies of our enemy, by seizing the weapons they thought to turn against us, we are fighting for our very existence. Those who would deny us peace; refuse us our rightful place in the world, then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish! The enemy may shatter our bodies, but they cannot break our spirit. Even now they advance upon our borders, to seize by force what they cannot claim by right. They cannot imagine what awaits them. We will smite the invaders from our seas, our beaches, our home! Though they will try and sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from all across our lands... they will know: The East belongs to the Komentiolians."
Once again the crowd cheered, the roar so deafening that it could be heard for miles around. The king smiled at that, standing before his people, his comrades, knowing that if there was not to be peace, then there would be war, a war that the foes of Komentiolios would not be ready for. He looked down to his generals, the officers and admirals, strong hard men who all would fight to the bloody end if need be. There would be no peace with the West, with Khazaria, with all those who sought to usurp the rightful rule of Komentiolios.
King Nikolaos sat idly at his desk, reading over dispatches from the front lines, messages from foreign courts, letters from the nobility and his brother from Aegyptus, yet, all of this was so far away at the moment. He looked up from the small mound of papers and scrolls, looking upon his pregnant wife. He smiled at her, watching her sleep in the early morning sunlight that peaked its way through the lacquer screens before the windows. 'Soon, soon you will have our child in your hands my love, we will both be able to lay our eyes upon this blessing from the gods and love our child with our own eyes.' He thought to himself, before looking back towards the Eastern horizon. The sun was rising slowly, perhaps an hour at most past dawn, but this would only bring more duty to honorably reign over. Rising, Nikolaos strode over to a stone basin of pleasantly cool water, splashing his face and neck with it, washing away the sting of not enough sleep and other worldly burdens. "Sleep well my love, sleep as much as you can." Nikolaos kissed his wife's forehead, before making his way to the council chambers elsewhere in the castle.
-- Many hours later... -- "Yes... yes, see to it Valentinian..." King Nikolaos spoke in a tired exasperated tone. He leaned back into his chair, rubbing his eyes absentmindedly. He had spoken at length to the diplomats of the "Western Alliance", what little good that had done. They were all perfumed and polite, no doubt, speaking of peace, of promises, and veiled entreaties, but Nikolaos had seen through that facade. Beneath all the courtly niceties, their manner spoke volume, 'We lack a spine, we former provinces of the Old Empire, we come before you great king, to grovel in the dirt like maggots before the dreaded enemies of old. Make peace with Khazaria, oh yes, let us bend the knee to the Khazarian Horse Barbarians and the guttural clicking.' It sickened Nikolaos to no end, seeing what centuries of stagnation had done to Europe without the illumination from Imperial rule.
"You can not blame them, your grace..." Valentinian spoke softly as he returned. "They are ignorant of the centuries our people have served as the bulwark against the encroachment of the Eastern Steppe Barbarians. The Western Alliance diplomats, the are like children wearing their grandfather's clothing and armor..." He sat down at the kings side, pouring a glass of wine for them both.
"I will blame them Valentinian, the craven curs, the whole lot of them. They come to my hall, partake in my hospitality, and have the audacity to tell me to put my sword down, turn our musket and cannons to plows." He took a long sip of his wine. "A pox and plague on them all. I have half a mind to just abandon the writhing and festering lands of Western Europe to the barbarians, let them thunder across their lands... what little good that would do." Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, adjusting his clothing to better lay upon his body.
"Of course your grace... but again, what can you expect from men who've grown up never knowing the true fear of chaos, of the barbaric encroachment of those horse lovers..." He smiled bemusedly at the joke, before turning to look out the windows. "At least our letters and riders sent out have born fruit, your grace. The Northern Kingdoms, those wreathed in snow and ice and hard times, they have a mutual interest in joining the fight. Your grace, I advise you in this, formally meet with those kingdoms, find some pretense to have them gathered, and invite them to join the war. They too know what the barbarians are capable of... and they too have the spine and stomach to fight against them."
King Nikolaos sat quietly, thinking as Valentinian had spoke. There was merit to what he said, yet, what to do about the Western Alliance. Two more glasses of wine were drank and poured before Nikolaos spoke. By then, a few additional advisors had arrived to sit in council with the king. And to this, the king and his council began to draft up the next steps they'd take to stand ever proud against their ancestral foe.
The Western Alliance: Placate the diplomats for the time being. Wine and dine them, trying to make them see the folly of making peace with the Khazarians. Listen to what they have to say, all the while doing all we can to delay their return to the West. Even if these diplomats return to their kings and lords empty-handed, delaying their return buys Komentiolos more time to strengthen its position against Khazaria.
The Northern Kingdoms: The Kingdom of Dorist, The Kingdom of Fosbak, The Kingdom of Orvag and The Empire of Stabuga, are asked to meet formally, a neutral location, to where a new alliance can be crafted and formalized upon, in which their strength and power is lent to the war efforts against Khazaria and its satrapy's. They are seen as equals, men worth breaking bread with and drinking with. King Nikolaos sends his best diplomats to continue working on striking a deal with these proud and powerful nations. Only together, as one unilateral alliance, can we all stand up to the threat posed by Khazaria, and the looming shadow of the cowardly Western Alliance.
Aegyptus and the Rebels:
Control over the Nilus river is paramount to control over the region. Continue as previously ordered, the military crackdown of the rebel nomads and their ilk will not lighten up until the attacks Komentiolian soldiers, property, and allies, ceases. Furthermore, village leaders and nobles, to include Arcadius, are brought before a number of destroyed towns, and shown first hand the price of defiance and treason. The message is clear, either you start toeing the line, enforce the laws of the Kingdom and stand against the rebels, or more of this will continue to happen until there are no rebels left. The old ways had been forgotten, but not any more, the turnings of the clock and will of the gods, pointed towards something that this region had not seen in over a millennia, a Caesar.
Supply and Demand: With their own navy still a shadow of its former self, Komentiolos continues to provide logistical support to the allied navies of Reria and Kalseran. Furthermore, along this vein, Komentiolos focuses on ensuring that enough food is being produced to feed its armies, with edicts issued out detailing the turning of large scenic gardens and other untilled land towards farming. Prison populations across the realm are turned over to more useful ventures than making big rocks into smaller ones. They are press into farming chain-gangs to help boost agricultural output.
DCNV Callais - Enroute to Venus with 2nd Quarter Taxes
Captain Aldric Gisorix sat in his chair idly, watching the chunks of rock slowly drift by him as his ship maneuvered deeper into the Sol System, bound for the beating heart of the Empire itself, Venus. His tea sat beside him, having grown cold in his neglect for it. His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for something only known to himself. He sailed with a heavier escort than normal, five frigates and a slew of fighters, but still, he was on edge. The ship was laden with normal cargo's; ores, machinery, chemicals, odds and ends bound for customers on Venus, yet those did not concern him. Deep within the inner hold, sealed and guarded, were the Emperors taxes, doubloons of pure gold. Even during the height of the great civil war, Callisto still payed its taxes, but things were different now, the dust settled and brushed away, leaving behind freebooters and other ilk of ill-repute.
He sighed, signalling an aide over to his side. "Please, be so kind and heat this up, I've grown distracted and forgotten it was here." Well, best to heat up one's tea and drink it while the distance drifted on by and the ship made its way to Venus.
I am going to be re-editing this particular character for a future use. -- WIP
Wermacht Personnel File:
Kramer, Reinhard
Serial Number: WM-881-3792-NZ Race: Aryan German (Undead) Age: 45 (At Death)
Last Rank Held: Generalmajor (U.S. Military Equivalent Rank: Brigadier General) – KIA Former Assignments & Ranks Held: Generalmajor, 7th Infantry Division, Army Group Vistula – 24 Jan 1945 to 11 June 1945 Generalmajor, 7th Infantry Division, Army Group B – 17 Feb 1944 to 22 Jan 1945 Oberst (Colonel), 7th Infantry Division, 3rd Brigade, Army Group B – 5 Nov 1943 to 12 Feb 1944 Oberst (Colonel), 7th Infantry Division, 2nd Regiment, Army Group B – 1 Jan 1943 to 26 Oct 1943 Oberstleutnant (Lt. Colonel), 7th Infantry Division, 4th Brigade, Army Group B – 12 Apr 1941 to 5 Dec 1942 Oberstleutnant (Lt. Colonel), 7th Infantry Division, 4th Brigade, Army Group B – 7 May 1940 to 3 Apr 1941 Major Oberstabsarzt (Major), 7th Infantry Division, 3rd Brigade, Army Group B – 1 Aug 1939 to 1 Mar 1940 --Earlier information lost due to files destroyed in bombing raids by allied forces.
Birthplace: Central Konigsberg, German Empire, 1900
Parents: Otto Kramer and Heidi Kramer
Nickname:Summoner of the Black Sun
Appearance:
From what old pictures and documents can tell, Reinhard Kramer was a dashing Prussian military man, tall, strapping, the perfection of the Aryan ideology. He sported a mustache, flaunting the regulations with its length and bulk, something his commanders and superiors allowed due to his innate command and leadership abilities. He wore his hair close cropped, parted over like much of the German powers that be at the time. No known scars, but was said to have two distinct tattoos; a Black Sun upon his left breast and a Black Eagle on his right shoulder.
At the conclusion of the battle of Berlin, his body still has yet to be found. Unconfirmed reports have circulated that somehow Reinhard survived the battle, and is now among the undead. Such speculation has yet to be confirmed conclusively.
Sex - Male Height – 6'2” Weight – 215 Hair Color – Blonde/Brown Eye Color – Blue Brown
Personality:
A driven man, Reinhard is wholly devoted to his country, and the ideal of the German Occult that had been embedded in him. He was charming, intelligent, and calculating. He enjoyed the social life and other societal things of the Third Riech, and more specifically, the Black Sun Society. Said to be a womanizer, though not necessarily in a bad way, he made sure to have plenty of attractive women by his side, for pleasures of the flesh were too good to pass up. The joke was “Born in sin, come on in.” Yet, as the war dragged on, and things went worse and worse, he became darker, more sullen. Perhaps that was the general consensus of all those is Germany as it began to lose the war.
Before Berlin's fall, Reinhard was said to have a different air about him, as though he was no longer afraid of death. Given his current state of being, it can be seen why.
Driven from youth to serve in the military, Reinhard enlisted in the Imperial German army at 16, lying about his true age. From that day, his life was set on a course that would forever mold him into the man he became at the time of his supposed death. Fighting in some of the fiercest battles of WW1, Reinhard came to enjoy war, the conflict and gritty nature of it all. He would come to befriend interesting people in that time, and the years that would come afterword. The dread Totenkopf Science division, many of whom are still missing to this day. This run in with the powerful occult members would forever influence Reinhard. By 1930, Reinhard had become firmly embedded in both the military, and the ranks of the the Black Sun Society, sometimes known as the Thule society. He served as a prominent member of the group, learning all he could about the occult, and the foul magics that they practiced. By the outbreak of WW2, dark secrets swirled about Reinhard and his actions throughout the war.
What can be verifiably confirmed was that he served in the 7th Infantry Division, and that he worked closely with attached medical and Black Sun personnel. Reports from captured German soldiers, and escaped prisoners, was that large numbers of Untermensch that would never be seen again from the territories captured. Debriefings ranged from unknown sounds, the stench of death and decay, of sulfur and strange lights, unknown languages be spoken, and the feeling of something perversely wrong. Mass graves have been attributed to Reinhard and his selected few units, but these graves are nothing but ash, with lingering signs of dark magic, and the chocking stench of sulfur.
Last confirmed reports placed Reinhard at the final, fanatical defense of Berlin at wars end. Part of Army Group Vistula, he was central to the defense of Berlin. He was said to be at a command bunker, when it was overrun by Soviet troops. The amount of bodies in that area, coupled with the area being buried by rubble by carpet bombings, no confirmation of his death could be proven. Later excavations revealed a tunnel system beneath the command center and city, but, these too were collapsed, and could not be explored. What happened to General Reinhard Kramer remained a mystery to this day.
Till now. The Black Sun Society is not so easily killed. He came across the sea aboard Black Sun loyal U-boats, along with God only knew what else. The Nyctari family had some ethnic Germans within their ranks, and among them were those interested in the skills and abilities Reinhard had to offer. The German Officer is said to have the ability to raise the dead, and more. For now, he works out of a safe house, making using of the dregs of society to continue his dark and grisly work, for the Black Sun still burns brightly, and its favored son revels in the decadence of Santa Somabra.
Cass to close friends. “Hyperia”, though very few know of this identity.
[ ◈ ] A G E
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[ ◈ ] B I R T H P L A C E
Emeral Heights, Suburb of Gotham City
[ ◈ ] A L L E G I A N C E
Powers Technology, Powers Freight, and other Powers related subsidiaries.
[ ◈ ] P O S I T I O N
CEO of Powers Technology
[ ◈ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Cassandra Powers, if to be described with one word, radiant comes to mind. From her piercing ever green eyes, the sculpturesque lines of her face, to her feminine frame, Cassandra strikes an air of celestial command unto her peers. Blessed with the refined genetics of higher society, and years of tutelage, Cassandra carries herself with the grace of old nobility, familiar power and prestige passed down from generations. She stands 5’8” tall, with dark chocolate waist length brown hair, that no matter what, appears to shine with an almost luminescent quality. With an athletic hourglass build, the eyes of her peers and those she works with are inevitably drawn to her, something that only inflates Cassandra’s image of herself.
Preferring fine business attire for work, elegant dresses for formal occasions, and finery befitting her social status when at leisure, there is no denying a certain amount of high arrogance, the kind of those who not only have wealth, but power as well, emanates from Cassandra. However, when duty and work demand, she will eschew fashion over practicality. Her skin is unblemished, her hands and nails well taken care of, and body hair meticulously maintained or removed. To Cassandra, image is 9/10ths the law, and to cut corners simply will not do.
This information comes from law enforcement recordings, regarding the metahuman known as Hyperia. The subject in question glows a bright, radioactive green, with what appears to be her skeleton visible through her skin. Subject Hyperia is noted to be radioactive, with brittle crystalline extrusions that sprout from certain portions of her frame. At this time, we have no leads into who this individual may be, but she is to be considered extremely dangerous and hazardous to any who encounter her. She has glowing white hair, green colored skin, green eyes, standing between 5’6” to 5’10”, and weighing roughly between 120lbs to 145lbs.
[ ◈ ] A B I L I T I E S // S K I L L S // E Q U I P M E N T
An astute follower of Aikido, Cassandra is a practiced user of this non-lethal martial art for her own self-defense. Outwardly appearing, she is no different than any other average athletic woman, able to run a mile in little over eight minutes, ride a bike, and things like that. She studied business management and logistics at a private college, and currently holds a Master’s degree in both. Trained by her father, Cassandra also appears to have a natural affinity for public speaking and leadership, as well as an astute understanding of how to run a multinational corporation.
This information comes from law enforcement recordings, regarding the metahuman known as Hyperia. The subject in question has been displayed being able to manipulate energy, and though not fully confirmed, she appears to have control of radiation, being able to coalesce it into super-heated radioactive projectiles, which she is able to project outwards with great speed. Further inspection of video evidence confirms that subject Hyperia can levitate off the ground, though unable to fly as other noted Metahumans. She appears to use radiation to also increase her movement speed, though it has to be noted that these bursts of energy seem to keep her from using her abilities in an offensive manner. However, while using this ability, the subject leaves behind a trail of super-heated radioactive plasma that is hazardous to human contact until it decays/cools.
It has been noted that prolonged engagements seem to drain/reduce Hyperia’s overall power. The more she expends energy, the weaker she becomes. It is hypothesized that the subject has a core energy reserve, and like a nuclear reaction, that energy is used up during her engagements. However, we fear that she may be able to regain said power if a power source of enough radioactivity is used and/or drained. *See report regarding barrel of nuclear sludge that was rendered inert. *
Two things of note, before closing this report. When surrounded by targets in close proximity to subject Hyperia, she has been seen to unleash a fifteen-foot radial wave of super-heated radiation, that burned her attackers. Only seen once, Hyperia can apparently create a pillar of deadly radioactive matter that can come crashing down upon foes. Autopsies revealed that the deceased were killed instantly, the heat and radiation vaporizing their soft tissues.
[ ◈ ] L I M I T A T I O N S // W E A K N E S S E S
Cassandra is limited to the limits of what a normal human woman can do. She is intelligent, fit, and for all intents and purposes, human.
This information comes from law enforcement recordings, regarding the metahuman known as Hyperia. The subject appears to be unphased by conventional weapons, with small arms projectiles melting into liquid states upon contact with the subject. *However, small arms do appear to slow the subject’s movement as she perhaps must focus radiation to impact sites to melt the projectiles.* We do not know what the effects of heavier metal rounds would have on subject Hyperia, though through government back channels, it has been hypothesized that perhaps depleted uranium rounds could affect her. As to the known, verifiable weaknesses, it appears in the footage that the adversaries of subject Hyperia were illegally trading in rare earth elements, and upon closer inspection, footage revealed an adverse effect to Hyperia when she was exposed to the element Promethium and Gadolinium. While not able to be tested, we believe that combining both these elements together has a dampening, draining effect upon Hyperia. When she encountered a pool of the melted elements, her radioactive signature was significantly reduced, and appeared to cause her great pain. Purchase requests are currently being reviewed for Promethium and Gadolinium. *It has been stipulated that both these elements were in their purest forms when Hyperia came into physical contact with the elements.*
[ ◈ ] B I O G R A P H Y
This information has been obtained from a heavily redacted Department of Defense report.
Born in 2029, to Derek Powers and {Name Redacted}, Cassandra is the youngest child of the Powers family. She has one older sibling, Paxton Powers, who is currently {Redacted}. From interviews with Miss Powers and her father, Derek, it has come to light that both Powers children are very different from one another, with Cassandra idolizing her father, and Paxton resenting Mr. Powers. Birth and school records indicate Cassandra was born in Emerald Heights General Hospital and was raised at the family estate, attending {Redacted} Prepatory Academy, before leaving for Metropolis University at seventeen. Public records indicate she graduated with honors, though declined Valedictorian recognition. It was after graduation that Miss Powers became more known to the public eye.
{Redacted} Mr. Powers apparently fell ill in 2051, retreating from the public eye. He and his company were still working on the {Redacted} Project, which was based aboard the USS Louisville. During the months leading up to the USS Louisville disaster, Cassandra and her uncle, Alexander Sartorius, were among the few known to be in direct contact with Derek Powers. Large amounts of medical supplies and {Redacted} were seen being shipped under Cassandra’s direction to Powers Technology headquarters in Gotham City, and then moved to the USS Louisville while it was docked in Gotham City Harbor. Shortly before Mr. Powers left port aboard the USS Louisville, Cassandra Powers was seen boarding a private jet, bound for {Redacted}.
Since then, Cassandra has of recently been scene running the day to day activities of Powers Technology, attending public events and gatherings for the company in her father’s stead.
{Redacted} Calculating, ruthless, and driven. Cassandra displays great ambition, diligence, and tenacity, however {Redacted}. Her psychiatrist noted that she has an obsession with perfection, a complex in that she must make her father proud {Redacted}. From interviews obtained from the Department of Education, Cassandra has a disdainful view of economically depressed regions, and believes that {Redacted}. It appears that she is motivated to prove herself worthy of her father’s legacy, to become someone deserving of the Powers name and {Redacted}.
[ ◈ ] N O T E S
N/A for the time being.
[ ◈ ] S O U R C E
Derek Powers/Blight – Batman Beyond Dr. Alexander James Sartorius/Doctor Phosphorus – DC Universe
The Duchy of Callisto Former holding of the Terran Empire
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The Duchy of Callisto has claimed neutrality since the great civil war overtook the Terran Empire. While technically beholden to the Terran Empire, the ensuing power struggle saw the colonial holding choose to not involve itself in the bloodshed and fighting that engulfed the rest of the Sol System. Currently, it would be under the defacto control/owe fealty to The Second Terran Empire, though the former Imperial powers of Venus have yet to exert their control/dejure rule over the colonial world.
Military/Civilian Assets:
The Duchy of Callisto's assets primarily centered around massive super freighters, both before and after the Empire. Subsequent assets include frigates and interceptor fighters meant for supporting the freighters during their hauling operations, a modest security attachment of men and women (modestly armed and armored), and a few hundred armored fighting vehicles. During Imperial control, Callisto served as little more than a supply and repair station outpost for ships heading further out into the system, slowly expanding into a full fledged hub world*1 before the great civil war. Based out of the Domed Colony City of Callisto Prime, both ground and orbital assets include solar arrays, repair stations, fuel depots, dock yards, drop yards, non-freight oriented assets*2 and arguably the largest freight hub in the entire Sol System.
Item 1: A Hub world denotes a focus on the Hub and Spoke strategy in the consolidation of transportation assets through "Hub" locations that then connect to and from multiple "Spokes," or destinations, along the Sol System freight network. Callisto became designated for development into a "Hub" world as the Terran Empire saw the rising logistical strain of operating deeper into the outer reaches of the Sol System. Hub worlds are purpose built to support the logistical transportation of heavy freight in a timely manner, ensuring that trade/military goods flow smoothly along the freight network.
Item 2: Callisto has a modest amount of hydro farming, both agrarian and livestock, a small hotel and casino industry, local tourism of remarkably well maintained Imperial era architecture and artifacts, and a fledgling mining industry.
A massive purpose built freighter, measuring 2,245m X 250m, the Pilgrim Class serves as the backbone of the Duchy of Callisto's hauling fleet. Manned with a crew of two hundred, the ship consists of massive cargo bays and modules, sixteen Mk3 Flak cannons*1, and three Mk2 Scatter Turrets*2, and enough supplies to endure the long freight runs between the terminals of the Sol System.
Item 1: Short-range concussive blasts effective against fighters and incoming missiles, but useless against capital ships. Roughly a 500m maximum range.
Item 2: The Scatter Turret fires steel projectiles at an extremely fast rate and velocity, with limited accuracy. It suffers from slightly diminished shield penetration. Roughly a 2000m maximum range.
Based off an older Imperial Era design, the Grail Class Frigate serves with distinction as the Duchy's only real naval asset of any offensive power. However, unlike the old Imperial era ships, the Grail's are built with defense on the forefront, with their main goal being the protection of the larger, more ungainly Pilgrim class freighters. They measure 175m X 27m, heavy armor for their size, crewed by seventy five, and armed with five Mk3 Twin Pulse Turrets*1, nineteen Mk3 Flak cannons*2, two Mk3 Plasma cannons*3, and twelve missle/torpedo shafts that can carry a complement of anti-fighter or anti-ship ordinance.
Item 1: The double-barreled Pulse Turret fires two projectiles at once. This weapon is moderately effective against all targets and defenses and offers good long range effectiveness. Roughly a 3200m maximum range.
Item 2: Short-range concussive blasts effective against fighters and incoming missiles, but useless against capital ships. Roughly a 500m maximum range.
Item 3: The Plasma Turret is slow to recharge but is devastating against both shields and capital-class deflectors. It is especially useful for breaching capital defenses, while also deadly against moderately maneuverable fighters. Roughly a 2550m maximum range.
A tried and true interceptor, having been derived from old Imperial era fighters, the Realm Class Interceptor provides close range naval support to both the freighters and frigates of the Duchy of Callisto. Furthermore, the Realms have made it known to the occasional pirate or would be smuggler, that the territorial space about Callisto will be defended to the best of their ability. The small two man vessel measures 18m X 20m, and is armed with four Mk3 Scatter Cannons, two per wing.
A standard armored vehicle, used to patrol ground installations of the Duchy of Callisto. Featuring a 20mm anti-armor cannon, the fighting vehicle provides rapid mobility and a modest punch for the security forces of Callisto.
More of a private police force or a local levy, the Security Forces of Callisto protect and defend the Duchy, its people, and its property. They are locally born, raised, and trained; men and women who chose to don the Sapphire and Ivory of the Duchy. Overall, they number perhaps some 60,000 strong, ranging from walking the streets and avenues of Callisto's settlements, flying the fighters and larger ships of the navy, to serving as guards for the nobility.
Lightly armed and armored, they are equipped more to defend against riots, occasional pirates, or perhaps a group of interloping rebels. Their firearms are locally sourced and built, a throwback to a bygone era that favored reliability and durability over aesthetic and technology. Their armor and garb look more akin to police officers, but then again, they are that and a military force second. Something of note, to visitors of the Duchy, is that the Security Forces always wear their helmets with visors down when on duty, their true identity hidden behind the tinted armored visors.
Budget:
Founded in: Data Redacted Headquarters: Callisto Prime, Callisto, Jupiter Chief Executive Officer: Duke Tancred II d'Callisto 2019 revenue: $374 billion Employees: 495,000 system wide (413,000 on Callisto)
PACKAGE OPERATIONS
Average yearly revenue: $161 billion Average yearly system delivery volume: 5.5 trillon tons Daily system delivery volume: 21.9 billion tons Daily Jupiter System Space Volume: 3.5 million tons Daily Sol System volume: 3.2 million tons Service area: More than 220 satellites and territories Online tracking: 894.9 million tracking requests per day Delivery fleet: Redacted
Callisto Spacecraft: Operating Data Redacted (owned and finance leases) Operating leases and chartered from others: Data Redacted Daily flight segments: Domestic - 1,154; International - 1,131 Spaceports served: Domestic - 401; International - 406 Space Hubs: Redacted
SUPPLY CHAIN AND FREIGHT
2019 net revenue: $113 billion Callisto Supply Chain Solutions Key services: Logistics and distribution; transportation and freight (space, air, sea, ground, rail); freight forwarding to more than 200 satellites; international trade management and customs brokerage. Specialty services: Service parts logistics; technical repair and configuration; supply chain design and planning; returns management. Facilities: Redacted
Callisto Freight Key services: Leading provider of less-than-shipload and shipload services Mercury-to-Pluto Delivery fleet: Redacted Facilities: Redacted
History:
Publicly listed historical records annotate the Duchy of Callisto created on Data Redacted, by royal decree of his grace, Emperor Jarus Augustus III, his 23rd decree, turning the military outpost of Callisto into a fully recognized settlement and duchy within the Empire. The former military outpost was quickly redeveloped into a functioning colony, charged with serving as the central hub along the Sol System freight network. Over the course of Data Redacted.
The great civil war saw the Duchy proclaim neutrality overall, while retaining fealty to the Empire. As battles raged all across the Sol System, Data Redacted, Duke Data Redacted defeated a combined rebel force of Data Redacted.
Currently, as the power of The Second Terran Empire continues to grow, the Duchy of Callisto remains faithful and loyal, serving dutifully in their originally created role, the freight hub of the Sol System.
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