“Seriously!?” There were no new updates since 11:58pm when he had last checked before nearly passing out on the couch. Damien now lay half naked and tangled in his bed sheets, still half asleep even though morning had long since started, he swiped up on his phone again as he had already done at least five times over in the last thirty seconds and still, again, the screen loaded its data and produced the same old tired images he was trying to escape. “Why is there nothing new?”
It was the same across all his apps. He punched in a comment questioning and complaining about the phenomenon and posted it. It went through. Weird. He spent a couple more minutes (maybe hours) falling down the rabbit hole, flicking through images and videos which started innocently enough with his interests but eventually just degraded into shameless perving.
He puffed on the last drags of the spliff he had rummaged from his top draw, messaged his supplier for a meetup and finally began undergoing some slow slobbish semblance of a (late) morning ritual.
His latest house in a long line of houses was a fancy two story one, as usual it was empty, nothing new or surprising there. His parents away again. So with his music blaring he made use of the lap pool and the still half-packed gym room. He had a cone with his cereal and washed it all down with a protein shake. He showered and got ready for the day.
Checking his phone again, still no reply, still no social media updates. Transferring his music to wireless earbuds, he grabbed his skateboard and headed out into the streets. He wasn’t even sure where he was going, just that he was going.
Somewhere subconsciously he felt it, a part of him noticed it, the eerily still streets. The lack of cars. The lack of rubbish. Everything was too clean, too still, too similar but different. It crawled over his skin like dread infused goosebumps. He tried to ignore it, to deny it, but the longer he went on the louder the silent scream became. Until somewhere from the near distance a bell chime cut through the air.
The noise had pierced his music and somehow taken that external feeling of dread and sunk it deep into his bones. Now he was starting to freak out. Something was so very wrong but he couldn’t figure out exactly what or why. Actually so many things were wrong.
He picked up his pace, with long heavy strides he pushed his skateboard faster and faster, sweeping wide back and forth over the whole street as he no longer feared the cars that weren’t there. He raced to the busiest place he knew. The mall.
Called many things, Damien doesn’t define himself by a stereotype, despite how much he might fit into one. He is in denial about caring what people think of him, always eager to portray that exact image. He has the spoilt, arrogant attitude that one might expect from his appearance. Constantly giving the middle finger to authority where ever he can like his rebellion is some grand new line of freedom. Truth is he is hurt, broken even, and lonely. Lacking love from busy parents and void of any true friendships due to always having to pack up and move once again. Lack of social skill and empathy aside, he’s generally an ‘ok’ person who is quite fit and athletic.
Called many things, Damien doesn’t define himself by a stereotype, despite how much he might fit into one. He is in denial about caring what people think of him, always eager to portray that exact image. He has the spoilt, arrogant attitude that one might expect from his appearance. Constantly giving the middle finger to authority where ever he can like his rebellion is some grand new line of freedom. Truth is he is hurt, broken even, and lonely. Lacking love from busy parents and void of any true friendships due to always having to pack up and move once again. Lack of social skill and empathy aside, he’s generally an ‘ok’ person who is quite fit and athletic.
New type bio Android Built on the Demon realm race, Freeza race and Three-eyed peoples DNA.
Power Level
???
Personality
Ezekia is shy, unsure, naive and easily mislead or manipulated. He struggles with morality and consequences, lacking an understanding of both. Besides his lack of empathy he is generally curious and friendly.
Background
By extreme misfortune or unbelievable luck, he was given a second chance at life and was born into a powerful android body, unfortunately he spent the first 100 years of his life falsely imprisoned.
In their pursuits and attempts for absolution a Clan of three eyed people sought to seperate any evil essence from themselves. Using a technique similar to the Nameks fission, they managed to achieve this with the aid of an off-worlder. They did not harbour much negative tendencies to begin with, so for each person they only produced a little, yet still with so many of them these negative energies built overtime and had to go somewhere. The off-worlder offered a solution, a ‘container’ he called it. Specifically designed to contain such power. It was an Android. An empty shell void of the spark of life. All along the off-worlder planned to inhabit and control the Android once the ritual was complete. To put his own soul in it thereby escaping his own withered dying body in exchange for a new stronger, more powerful one.
The 3-eyed peoples leader was wise to the offworlders plan and with a small window of opportunity, used a magic triangular prison to capture the android at the moment of completion, locking it away deep within a distant planets core.
Although when the time came, the exact moment the off-worlders soul began to transfer into the android, the process was interrupted. Elsewhere on the planet a split moment earlier there was child born that was to never be, a life going by never lived, a soul passing ever so briefly only sipping at existence in the most barest and faintest of moments. But instead of dying at birth this child got a second chance and a new body albeit that of an imprisoned Android.
Imprisoned within a planet, alone, he waited one hundred and eleven years before the planet breakers did what their name suggests and freed the child. While he wears the appearance and naivety of a child a stronger force could be sensed within him. He also bares the influence of a thousand small negative thoughts.
The off-worlders soul was left with no where else to go and instead remained in limbo. Lost, forgotten, just floating around without a body, just awaiting a chance or opportunity at vengeance.
Traits & Techniques/Spells
Racial traits
Demon growth Similar to Gigantification This boosts Ezekia’s size, strength and power to a more grownup formidable fighting standard but as his power grows so too do his demon race features. His normally dormant Demon DNA takes over his body becoming more prevalent as he grows stronger.
Techniques/Spells
Ghosts Equivalent to the Afterimage Strike Moves around fast enough to create multiple images of ones self or leave behind a ghost image for misdirection.
Six Sorcerer’s technique A fusion between 4 witches technique & 8 arm-fist hybrid, one can never tell which of the six new arms are real or fake. The number may even change during combat.
Split Equivalent to Multiform Ezekia can split into two being which can then split again.
Name: Anya Alexi Aliases: In person -Caleo Online -Faer’re. Often proceeded by some variation of niteo or candeo, leading to the night or candy faere. Age: 21 Species: Human Birth Planet: Lal Allegiance: To herself Gender: Female Occupation: Acquisitions
Appearance
Height: 5’5 Build: Exercises regularly but enjoys comfort food. Eyes: An unusual reddish brown with a hint of crimson. Hair: A bit beyond shoulder length, often accessorised with extensions or add-ins. Changing colours weekly wasn’t often enough so currently it is a chromaflare of blue and pink. Changing between the two and a mash of inbetween depending on the angle and light source at the time. Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tripple fading hexagons beneath her left eye. Personal Style: Anya overcompensates for what she sees as her flaws, a meek introverted personality and insecurities with a loud stand-out style. She wears heavy tech punk accessories and weaves of bright neon colours or lights through her outfits. She often bares a bit more skin than necessary.
How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea? *...silent pause...* *...squirms around uncomfortably...* I uh, I kinda accessed your systems at port a few cycles ago. Just a small routine screening for some local non-officials that wanted a heads up on what and who was coming into ‘their’ docks. Don’t worry, I didn’t give them much. Nothing more than they paid for anyway. Oh, it’s ok. For wannabe gangsters they were pretty cheap. And once I was aware of your name, well I started noticing it everywhere, or at least your MO. I was surprised I didn’t notice it before. I mean, information. That’s sorta my game.... sorry. What was the question?
How well do you deal with a high stress situation? Hmmm. Dunno. Guess I might get a bit agitated or mutter on a for a bit.
What do you think about the government? In what way? The self serving system or the corrupt crippling structure of it all? A particular pawn placed in power or do you want my view on the mini corporations galavanting as politicians? Honestly I try not to give them much thought, or money, or information for that matter. They take enough as it is. But I do know there’s a lot of juicy info floating around out there in the deep and that they go a loooong ass way to keep it from the people they are suppose to serve. Oh and the like to really punish those that try to get at it. It’s almost like they’re hiding something. This one time... oh wait. Never mind.
What do you think about people not of your species? What do you mean what do I think about them? Hmm, well they’re not of my species. Depends, are they hot, do they have a job for me?
How do you feel about less than legal operations? hmm. Legality has so many technicalities it’s kinda an interpretation. Legal isn’t always right. Plus, laws change everyday. What’s illegal today might be totally legal tomorrow!
How would your acquaintances describe you? Weird! But that’s mostly coz they don’t understand humans very well yet. I don’t have many acquaintances though. Wait, that’s not a problem is it? I mean I can be a people person if I have to be. I just like my personal space sometimes and a drama free zone of no bullshit.
How would your mother describe you? *...smiles at the thought...* Something like Quaerere, niteo, candeo. What’s with rebels and Latin by the way? You guys would of loved her.
How would you describe yourself? *shrugs* I’m a person. I guess I prefer computers over people. Got nothing against people though. I mostly keep to myself. Can be a bit shy until I come out of my shell. Otherwise I’m pretty chill. Consider myself funny. Uuuh, easy going. Is that good enough?
What do you know about us? *chuckles* Ah, where to start... Hmm let me just say you’re good people and this should be fun. And let’s hope the ol law enforcement never connects all the same dots as I have. *wide, proud, mischievous grin*
Why do you want this job? *shrugs* beats the petty stuff I’ve been doing up until now. I wanna be a part of your story. Plus it’s the sorta thing that would make my ma proud.
Why should I hire you? Because if you don’t someone else will, I like you guys. I wanna be on your side.
Habits:
Hiding behind her hands, either biting her nails or twirling her hair.
Stealing things
Mumbling incoherently
Not sleeping
Swearing at objects
Hobbies:
Dancing
Yoga
Swimming
Fears:
Emotional attachment/dependency.
Non-atmospheric exposure
Needles
Public speaking
Likes:
Technology
Yoga
Oceans
Piloting
Energy drinks
Reptiles
Neon fashion
Dislikes:
Secrets
Dogs
Elitists
The emptiness of space
Too much attention
Nosey people
Information:
General Skills:
Mathmatics
Programing
Computer games
Sarcasm
Swimming
Dancing
Navigating
Specialty Skills:
Hacking
Electronics/Repairs
Piloting
Subterfuge
Sleight of hand
Inventory:
Clothing - Lots, or little depending how you look at it.
Magnagrap Claw Grapple For when things are out of reach. ’Memo broach note to self; do not use on open container drinks, no really! “this time” won’t be any different.’
Nu Tek Memo-Broach. Voice stress analyzer Data recorder and storage Important AI software Personal organiser and note taker
Optical enhancement and interface Contact lenses. Linked to: Voice stress analyzer Tech scanner Auto mapper
C.R.A.S.(H) Chameleon Recon and Surveillance ‘Hacked.’ CRASH is a hacked military grade chameleon surveillance drone with personal upgrades, adjustments and a basic modified AI system. The most complicated and expensive pet lizard ever.
Basic modified AI system Quick light weight sturdy frame capable of jumping, Climbing and gliding. Single dose Poison delivery system. (Empty)
History:
Reason for joining crew: Anya has helped a lot of people over her years. The right people, the wrong people, but mostly just herself. Having always loved and cherished her mother despite their hardships and separation, the recent learning of her passing has left Anya wanting to do something that would have made her proud. History: Anya never knew her dad, and moments with her mum were sparse and often too short. While she adored her daughter greatly and gave her every bit of love she had available, Anya didn’t see it that way or understand it at the time. Her mother was a good woman in the truest sense of the word. She fought for everything that she believed was right and took that fight to all levels. From the great halls of governments to the shady bunks of protesters. She was a prim and proper woman when the occasion called for it but also was never afraid to get her hands dirty if required. She was fierce and focused fighting for a cause, she was fighting for her daughter.
She never shared many details of her activities with Anya, instead trying to shield her from the burden and pressure that come with such awareness. Even as Anya grew up spending nearly as much time on spacecrafts as off, hoping from one planet to another every couple of years with many trips in between. She never really understood why. Despite all the hassles of never settling down, there was one thing Anya liked about every new trip. It was time spent with her mother.
Anya was home schooled through technological teaching and second hand knowledge of the varying different crew members who passed through her life at that time. Not having many friends her own age didn’t really help her social skills but did teach her a few ‘useful’ life skills.
As she got older she spent more time alone unsupervised. Her mother would go off for weeks sometimes even months before returning and attempting to crush all that lost time into a few mere weeks before disappearing again. It was near the end of an especially long absence, one that was preceded by a heavy emotional argument, that Anya got the devastating news. Her mother’s Ship was attacked. Space pirates, looting and raiding. Anya refused to believe this for weeks. Months passed and she still just waited for her mother to come home with some crazy survival story. But it never happened. Years passed with no closure.
Eventually, Anya had to move on.
Extras
Character Quote: Nothing is ever assured beyond this moment. You can’t even be certain there will be another. So appreciate them all, don’t wait, act now. Theme Song:The end of heartache. Killswitch Engage Criminal Record: Record clean. It shouldn’t be, but it is. Anything Else:
Azzen searches the room, corpses and studies the bones. He’ll let the others charge ahead, after all he still appears as a guard and might be able to take advantage of that later.
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