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Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Arianna Legose

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⦋ 20 || American || Female (She/Her) ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Arianna is extremely short, standing at 4'9", to the point that she occasionally gets mistaken as being younger than she really is. She has messy black hair she never cares to arrange, and tired blue eyes clearly lacking any proper rest schedule.

She almost pathologically wears the same token equipment, the Huginn-Module, which is a dark-blue colored jacket with a cyan-colored stripe running up it. It comes with a long-beaked bird mask with glowing-blue eyes, which when not active Arianna usually pushes up atop her head. Underneath, she usually wears a white t-shirt and shorts, with a belt of various technological gizmos wrapped around her waist, with a pair of shoes that match the jacket's pattern. The sleeves of the jacket are able to extend to extremely large, also ejecting a pair of sharp talons.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Franklin Legose was a great private inventor, having created dozens of different stealth and reconnaissance technology throughout his life. However, his accomplishment in innovation turned to horror when he discovered that several of his inventions, originally intended for wildlife observation and forensics, were eventually repurposed by various military and mercenary groups as tools of espionage and war once they left his hands. Seeing how his own ambitions had been warped so far beyond his intent disgusted him from the idea of contributing any more potential devices of war, and so he retreated from the world into isolation with his family.

At first, he had his concerns of his daughter, Arianna, reacting poorly to the change of moving into near-total isolation from the rest of the world, but he had found she had a curiosity in the various animals in the wilderness around their home. Seeking to encourage such an interest, he decided to build one last project for her-- The Huginn-Module. Completing the device, she was then able to observe the world up close and personal while remaining distant from it.

One day though, she found several other armed men patrolling the forest, as if they were searching for her. Using the Huginn-Module to evade them, she immediately returned home-- Only to find a smoking pile of wood instead, her home burnt to the ground. Fiddling through it’s remains, she found no trace of her father or who destroyed her home, But knew that it was because of the Huginn-Module that they came, and thanks to it that she escaped.

For several days after, she wandered through the wilderness. Then, she encountered (or rather, was encountered by) a strange woman whose features she could not identify. Despite the Huginn-Module being active and concealing her, she saw straight through it and to Arianna, offering her a place with a group known as Horizon Frontiers. Though initially wary because of her own father’s distrust with lending his technology elsewhere, the woman assured her that, if Arianna had accepted, she would do more than enough good for humanity to repair her father’s own previous burdens. And so she accepted, becoming Horizon Frontiers’ top recon operative. Though she’s become increasingly aware and jaded to Horizon Frontiers’ true operations, every revelation only convinces her to double down in her efforts, in the hope that her father’s ultimate contribution to the world will be a positive one.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Arianna's fighting style is one suited best for the exact opposite of it's purpose, fighting. She's not Horizon Frontiers' ideal fighter, instead being their espionage expert. But, if push comes to shove, she's been trained and augmented the Huginn-Module to be able to hold her own, at the very least until she can escape, analyzing and predicting an opponent's moves while moving quickly and landing weak yet precise blows at them.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ Eyes of Heaven

The Huginn-Model's core feature is it's brilliant observational technology. Within it's two eyes are dozens of different visual-sensors, including thermal and night vision, as well as other scanners that virtually nullify any sort of illusion or invisibility. In addition, it comes with a processor that scans an opponent's moves and fighting technique, giving a greater ability to predict the opponent's moves the more they attack.

■ Stealth-Mode

The Huginn-Module is comprised of camouflage nanofibers, allowing it's wearer to become invisible by reflecting their surroundings. Becomes less effective both the closer she is to an opponent and the more she moves around. Can only last for up to ten minutes at a time, as well before shorting out, as well.

■ Radar Pulse

Arianna activates a radar pulse, which sends out a circular wave of energy that feeds information of the patterns they trace, providing her with a rough display of her nearby surroundings. By reading them, she's able to determine the presence and location of any enemies.

■ Featherflux

Arianna hurls a fan of a dozen or so feather-shaped daggers at an opponent, scoring less hits the further away an opponent is.

■ Glide

The Huginn-Module is capable of gliding over a long distance, though not true flexible flight, though it can still buy decent distance away from an opponent. Arianna can still gain some decent air by just jumping or flapping the sleeves really quick.

■ Conspiracy of Drones

Stored within the Huginn-Module are several birdlike automatic drones, which each possess the Eyes of Heaven technology and are capable of tracking down and spying on foes. They also come with built in self-destruct mechanisms, serving as a makeshift bomb in case either they're trapped, or they need to defend Arianna.

SUPER MOVES

■ Unkindness

Arianna unleashes a flurry of any remaining Drones she has at an opponent. They will swarm and assault the opponent from all directions, flying around and stabbing them with their beaks. If they're destroyed, or any time Arianna decides, they will explode simultaneously, blasting the opponent from all directions.

■ Telltale Heart

Arianna X-rays an opponent, scanning their biology and muscle-patterns down to every last twitch, analyzing for the best point of attack. Once she's found it, she will lunge at an opponent, striking them for critical damage.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Arianna isn't even suited for combat; She lacks any real physical strength or endurance, instead keeping safe distance between her and the opponent. She's also highly dependent on the Huginn-Module, just to barely-match most other fighters, becoming functionally defenseless if either she's caught without it or it becomes damaged.

OTHER

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What else?

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Daren Metzger

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⦋ 26 || German || Male (He/Him) ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

At first glance, Daren appears to be a normal, if a bit eccentric person; Standing at 6'4", weighing roughly 180 lbs, and with an incredibly pale face that sports an unchanging dumb smirk. He has constantly-tired eyes, despite his perpetual jovial expression, and seems to dye his own hair a sort of bluish green. Most of his body is covered in a choice of a butcher's apron and a large, doctor's jacket, going to lengths to cover the rest of his body with a tall boots and long socks, as well as two varying gloves on his hands, his right one being a thin, needled one and the left one being a thick, greenish one.

Yet underneath his outfit, Daren's body becomes much more unsettling; His entire body is a sickish gray, covered in all manner of welts, burn-marks, and stitches, almost mixing and matching pieces of various size together into a single body. Even his attire gets stranger the longer one examines it, carrying around tools in pouches more befitting a butcher, including a giant metal cleaver almost as long as he is tall. His "face" as most people see it is actually a plain white mask, that covers his face. Even stranger, his left glove isn't a glove at all, but his own prosthetic hand, with wires barely attaching it functionally. Hell, even his hair's just it's natural color.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Daren was originally a member of a family of traveling monster-hunters, who made a life out of seeking out the deadliest game the world had to offer for the best trophies; From urban myths to ancient legends, they lined the walls of their mobile home with the mementos from all sorts of beasts, cryptids, and even stranger quarry.

Well-- His family, had. Poor Daren was shafted with making the trophies; Every one of his family's triumphs meant a gruesome, thankless autopsy for him to pull off, never fully receiving the full huntsman training he was promised every time he asked.

One night, when he was 22, his family was on a trip to South America, hunting down a jungle beast that had been terrorizing several towns for months. While the rest of his family was off hunting the creature, it attacked their RV where he had been hanging behind. The creature nearly tore the shelter to shreds, as Daren tried to desperately fend it off, already accepting his demise. The beast managed to tear at his throat with it's claws, and had what was left of it in grip of it's teeth... Suddenly, the beast was killed by a flurry of knives striking it along several points in it's back, thrown by a strange woman he hadn't recognized; She wasn't part of the hunting party, but was someone else altogether.

Just as she saved his life, she made it abundantly clear that Daren had two options:

1) Die

2) Work for her

Just before he lost consciousness, he managed a nod; Good enough for her, he presumed, since when he woke up he was in a hospital of sorts, having his otherwise-mortal wounds healed, his throat covered by a sort of artificial-skin layer.

The woman revealed her name, Ivory, and that her group -- Horizon Frontiers -- had been hunting the beast, and several others, for a different reason than his family's own glory-hounding; However, they recognized they had existing skills with monster dissection, the very same reason she had saved his life. And thus, Daren became an operative for Horizon Frontiers, not only being given a more dignified output for his skills in butchery, but also being given the chance to live as the monster-hunter he always wanted to be.

Horizon's primary reason for hunting down monsters and mythics was to harness the abilities of their physiology; Through research, they've deducted means of biologically grafting various organs and segments of living beings onto others, granting them some degree of their specific abilities; In the case of the jungle-beast that nearly killed him, it's own heart gave Daren inhuman endurance that allowed him to survive an otherwise crippling bloodloss. Since then, he's been the first eager guinea pig for several other grafting procedures, giving him a questionable degree of humanity -- Both physically, as he's taken on the aspects of several different creatures to both increase his power and repair his damaged body, as well as in spirit, given that he's become progressively untroubled by the idea of extending his butchery to that of other Nomads...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Daren combines his own experience with anatomy with his fighting style, relying on absolutely brutalizing an opponent with brute force. Not only is his massive Cleaver capable of tearing even a seasoned warrior a new one, but his prosthetic hand gives him a decent reach and is also capable of infecting the target with a weakening formula. Daren's greater strength is his own ungodly durability. While he lacks the physical protection most other enduring Nomads do, his body is extremely resistant to trauma, being able to shrug off open wounds and even severed limbs, which he can just reattach later. This is thanks to the experimentation done on him, with the heart of a beast giving him great endurance and nearly his entire anatomy being reinforced and used to constant wear and tear.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ Cleave

Daren swings his massive cleaver in a wide angle, striking a large range and making for a powerful, difficult to avoid attack for any close-ranged opponents.

■ Needle-Fingers

Daren pokes the opponent with one of his sharpened prosthetic fingers, injecting them with a poison that slowly weakens over a short duration; Afterwards, the injectee will be left feeling queasy and sick for several hours.

■ Mask-Shot

A desparate long-ranged attack, in which Daren removes his mask and hurls it like a disk at an opponent. Despite sounding ridiculous, the mask is surprisingly aerodynamic and has razor-sharpened edges, making it a decent backup weapon.

■ Hook-Hand

Daren fires his hand as a grappling hook, either to pull an opponent towards himself or to reach a preferable vantage point.

■ Spare Parts

Daren carries around a small bag of prosthetic flesh-meld, which act as makeshift bandages. If he suffers any serious wounds in a fight, he can simply slap it over the exposed point, and it will quickly synthesize and attach itself, rendering him good as new. Requires a brief moment to remove and attach, however. Can also be used on others.

■ Spinning-Cleave

Hank quickly swings his Cleaver in a full 360 degrees, buying him some space and hitting everything within several feet of him.

SUPER MOVES

■ Culling Blade

Daren swings his cleaver downwards with every ounce of his might, dealing catastrophic damage to an opponent, projecting even enough force to smash through solid stone.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Daren's fighting style is pretty straightforward, being easy to predict and while possessing raw killing power, has little versatility. His Cleaver's also pretty bulky and slow, leaving him possibly exposed if he fails to land an attack he's invested effort in. He's also painfully lacking in the department of ranged combat, only having a hand he can fire like a grappling hook, and if that fails, all he can do is hurl his mask.

OTHER

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What else?

Arianna Legose

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⦋ 20 || American || Female (She/Her) ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

Arianna is extremely short, standing at 4'9", to the point that she occasionally gets mistaken as being younger than she really is. She has messy black hair she never cares to arrange, and tired blue eyes clearly lacking any proper rest schedule.

She almost pathologically wears the same token equipment, the Huginn-Module, which is a dark-blue colored jacket with a cyan-colored stripe running up it. It comes with a long-beaked bird mask with glowing-blue eyes, which when not active Arianna usually pushes up atop her head. Underneath, she usually wears a white t-shirt and shorts, with a belt of various technological gizmos wrapped around her waist, with a pair of shoes that match the jacket's pattern. The sleeves of the jacket are able to extend to extremely large, also ejecting a pair of sharp talons.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Franklin Legose was a great private inventor, having created dozens of different stealth and reconnaissance technology throughout his life. However, his accomplishment in innovation turned to horror when he discovered that several of his inventions, originally intended for wildlife observation and forensics, were eventually repurposed by various military and mercenary groups as tools of espionage and war once they left his hands. Seeing how his own ambitions had been warped so far beyond his intent disgusted him from the idea of contributing any more potential devices of war, and so he retreated from the world into isolation with his family.

At first, he had his concerns of his daughter, Arianna, reacting poorly to the change of moving into near-total isolation from the rest of the world, but he had found she had a curiosity in the various animals in the wilderness around their home. Seeking to encourage such an interest, he decided to build one last project for her-- The Huginn-Module. Completing the device, she was then able to observe the world up close and personal while remaining distant from it.

One day though, she found several other armed men patrolling the forest, as if they were searching for her. Using the Huginn-Module to evade them, she immediately returned home-- Only to find a smoking pile of wood instead, her home burnt to the ground. Fiddling through it’s remains, she found no trace of her father or who destroyed her home, But knew that it was because of the Huginn-Module that they came, and thanks to it that she escaped.

For several days after, she wandered through the wilderness. Then, she encountered (or rather, was encountered by) a strange woman whose features she could not identify. Despite the Huginn-Module being active and concealing her, she saw straight through it and to Arianna, offering her a place with a group known as Horizon Frontiers. Though initially wary because of her own father’s distrust with lending his technology elsewhere, the woman assured her that, if Arianna had accepted, she would do more than enough good for humanity to repair her father’s own previous burdens. And so she accepted, becoming Horizon Frontiers’ top recon operative. Though she’s become increasingly aware and jaded to Horizon Frontiers’ true operations, every revelation only convinces her to double down in her efforts, in the hope that her father’s ultimate contribution to the world will be a positive one.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Arianna's fighting style is one suited best for the exact opposite of it's purpose, fighting. She's not Horizon Frontiers' ideal fighter, instead being their espionage expert. But, if push comes to shove, she's been trained and augmented the Huginn-Module to be able to hold her own, at the very least until she can escape, analyzing and predicting an opponent's moves while moving quickly and landing weak yet precise blows at them.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ Eyes of Heaven

The Huginn-Model's core feature is it's brilliant observational technology. Within it's two eyes are dozens of different visual-sensors, including thermal and night vision, as well as other scanners that virtually nullify any sort of illusion or invisibility. In addition, it comes with a processor that scans an opponent's moves and fighting technique, giving a greater ability to predict the opponent's moves the more they attack.

■ Stealth-Mode

The Huginn-Module is comprised of camouflage nanofibers, allowing it's wearer to become invisible by reflecting their surroundings. Becomes less effective both the closer she is to an opponent and the more she moves around. Can only last for up to ten minutes at a time, as well before shorting out, as well.

■ Radar Pulse

Arianna activates a radar pulse, which sends out a circular wave of energy that feeds information of the patterns they trace, providing her with a rough display of her nearby surroundings. By reading them, she's able to determine the presence and location of any enemies.

■ Featherflux

Arianna hurls a fan of a dozen or so feather-shaped daggers at an opponent, scoring less hits the further away an opponent is.

■ Glide

The Huginn-Module is capable of gliding over a long distance, though not true flexible flight, though it can still buy decent distance away from an opponent. Arianna can still gain some decent air by just jumping or flapping the sleeves really quick.

■ Conspiracy of Drones

Stored within the Huginn-Module are several birdlike automatic drones, which each possess the Eyes of Heaven technology and are capable of tracking down and spying on foes. They also come with built in self-destruct mechanisms, serving as a makeshift bomb in case either they're trapped, or they need to defend Arianna.

SUPER MOVES

■ Unkindness

Arianna unleashes a flurry of any remaining Drones she has at an opponent. They will swarm and assault the opponent from all directions, flying around and stabbing them with their beaks. If they're destroyed, or any time Arianna decides, they will explode simultaneously, blasting the opponent from all directions.

■ Telltale Heart

Arianna X-rays an opponent, scanning their biology and muscle-patterns down to every last twitch, analyzing for the best point of attack. Once she's found it, she will lunge at an opponent, striking them for critical damage.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Arianna isn't even suited for combat; She lacks any real physical strength or endurance, instead keeping safe distance between her and the opponent. She's also highly dependent on the Huginn-Module, just to barely-match most other fighters, becoming functionally defenseless if either she's caught without it or it becomes damaged.

OTHER

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What else?

Ulric Dotair

OVERVIEW APPEARANCE _______________________________________________ Ulric stands at 5 feet and eleven inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty-two pounds. His skin is pretty heavily disfigured, being covered in boils and scars from overuse of his own self-experimentation, which has also contributed to the whitening of his hair along with his own age. He still carries some strength, however, still giving him a definite muscled frame. Ulric wears a white doctor's jacket, along with several pieces of black supportive armor. He covers the lower-half of his face below his nose with a thick wrap of bandages. He also carries a myriad of different supportive equipment, including glowing green detection goggles and various devices and gadgets attached to his jacket. PERSONALITY TRAITS _______________________________________________ GROUCHY: Ulric doesn't mesh well with other people, and even towards his colleagues can come across as brash and unpleasant. OBSESSIVE: Ulric has little patience for disorder or annoyance, preferring everything to be neat and organized. Seeing something out of place or uneven greatly aggravates him, even to the point of causing him to lash out. OBSERVANT: Ulric has an eye for detail and makes careful notes of his surroundings, always staying on guard and watching out for anything of importance.	_____________________________________________________ NAME: ULRIC DOTAIR _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HORIZON FRONTIERS' CHIEF DOCTOR _______________________________________________ AGE: 48 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5'11" _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 172 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Ireland _______________________________________________ LIKES: Model Kits _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Repetitive Coughing _______________________________________________

BACKSTORY & GOALS

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Ulric Dotair was once a well-spoken name in the scientific community, dedicating his life to studying the human body and unlocking it's hidden potential. By the age of 30, he made countless breakthroughs and earned several awards, devising several means of enhancing one's strength.

As Ulric reached past the tip of preestablished knowledge, his passion refused to cool, prompting him to push even further into untreaded ground. Every success prompted him to only try harder, until he began to explore more obscure chemicals and unorthodox means for improving human strength that were considered unsettling. He began to develop work on his magnum opus chemical; One that when used on an ordinary human, could excite their Ki and accelerate their growth to meet a standard that normally took years of training to reach.

With the progression of time, Ulric became increasingly determined in seeing his creation reach fruition. His methods became increasingly dangerous and volatile, causing his support and funding to gradually decline. Regardless, he pushed onward with his creation, until he was practically limited to a small basement lab with no hands but his own. Stripped of resources and equipment to safely test his serum, he elected to use it on himself. Upon injection, he felt a massive surge of energy and strength rush through his body. However, it was soon followed by a pang of agony, which caused him to quickly black out.

When he woke up, he was in a facility run by Horizon Frontiers, greeted by a strange woman named Ivory, the true conductor of Horizon Frontiers. It was revealed to Ulric that, while his serum was indeed effective, it was extremely caustic against Ulric's otherwise average body, severely damaging his health and cutting down his lifespan by several decades. However, while the downside of such a serum was fatal to anyone not as lucky as Ulric, she saw the merit in such an invention, as well as Ulric's ambition. He was given a position as one of Horizon Frontiers' lead scientists, obtaining the means necessary to not only mass produce his first serum, but continue research to an even more potent formula.

...................................................................................................... SKILLS & ABILITIES _______________________________________________ While Ulric was never much of a fighter before taking his serum and joining Horizon, the sheer potency of it had uplifted him, an otherwise ordinary scientist, into a Warrior capable of rivaling most Nomads, albeit at a great cost to his health. He primarily fights with an arsenal of tools at his disposal, exploiting the human anatomy to critically cripple an opponent. WEAKNESSES & LIMITS _______________________________________________ The serum that Ulric ingested took a crippling toll on his overall vitality, due to spiking his Ki far too unnaturally as opposed to gradual cultivation most warriors opt for. Use of his strongest abilities not only requires effort and is tiring, but will even deal physical damage to him as his Ki strains his body, possibly even incapacitating or killing him.

SIGNATURE MOVES _______________________________________________ Hider ■ Scalpel Ulric hurls a small dagger, which will travel rapidly through the air and pierce through most defenses, though ultimately deal little damage. ■ Adhesive Binding Ulric unwraps a sticky, reinforced roll of gauze, which will wrap around an opponent and bind their arms. Isn't very difficult to break through from, though will still leave their target vulnerable until they break free. ■ Arrhythmia Ulfric jabs an opponent in the chest, temporarily stalling their heartbeat. While it won't kill the target or even injure them really, it makes it extremely taxing and strenuous for them to move, yet at the same time will wear off as they begin to move, forcing them to either remain still and open to attack or walk off the pain. ■ Ki Sample Ulric injects an opponent with a needle, filling it with a distillation of their life energy. In addition to draining away some of the opponent's health, it can be injected into Ulric or another ally, recovering some of their vitality instead. If shattered, it will detonate a small but deadly burst of Ki. ■ Field Lobotomy Ulric jabs a pin into the target's head at a precise location, temporarily paralyzing them. ■ Second Wind Ulric presses a respirator to his (or any other allies) face, filled with a canister of air-pressed Ki. When inhaled, it will rapidly restore his energy. Ulric only cares 3 cans with him at any give time, limiting how often he can use it. Using it also requires a moment of peace, during which an ally can attack him and destroy the respirator SUPER MOVES _______________________________________________ Hider ■ Double Dosage Ulric injects himself with a weaker version of his serum. For a short period of time, it will greatly increase Ulric's strength, speed, and Ki potential. However, after the duration is up the effects of the drug will manifest, exhausting and weakening him for several hours afterwards. ■ Knockout Gas Ulric releases a specially-designed sleep gas from a capsule. Breathing in the gas will cause any opponents' stamina to rapidly deplete, before they fall into a coma.

OTHER

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Anything else.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Daren Metzger

^{Original Artist: Matilda Fiship, artstation.com/fiship}

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⦋ 26 || German || Male (He/Him) ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

At first glance, Daren appears to be a normal, if a bit eccentric person; Standing at 6"4', weighing roughly 180 lbs, and with an incredibly pale face that sports an unchanging dumb smirk. He has constantly-tired eyes, despite his perpetual jovial expression, and seems to dye his own hair a sort of bluish green. Most of his body is covered in a choice of a butcher's apron and a large, doctor's jacket, going to lengths to cover the rest of his body with a tall boots and long socks, as well as two varying gloves on his hands, his right one being a thin, needled one and the left one being a thick, greenish one.

Yet underneath his outfit, Daren's body becomes much more unsettling; His entire body is a sickish gray, covered in all manner of welts, burn-marks, and stitches, almost mixing and matching pieces of various size together into a single body. Even his attire gets stranger the longer one examines it, carrying around tools in pouches more befitting a butcher, including a giant metal cleaver almost as long as he is tall. His "face" as most people see it is actually a plain white mask, that covers his face. Even stranger, his left glove isn't a glove at all, but his own prosthetic hand, with wires barely attaching it functionally. Hell, even his hair's just it's natural color.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Daren was originally a member of a family of traveling monster-hunters, who made a life out of seeking out the deadliest game the world had to offer for the best trophies; From urban myths to ancient legends, they lined the walls of their mobile home with the mementos from all sorts of beasts, cryptids, and even stranger quarry.

Well-- His family, had. Poor Daren was shafted with making the trophies; Every one of his family's triumphs meant a gruesome, thankless autopsy for him to pull off, never fully receiving the full huntsman training he was promised every time he asked.

One night, when he was 22, his family was on a trip to South America, hunting down a jungle beast that had been terrorizing several towns for months. While the rest of his family was off hunting the creature, it attacked their RV where he had been hanging behind. The creature nearly tore the shelter to shreds, as Daren tried to desperately fend it off, already accepting his demise. The beast managed to tear at his throat with it's claws, and had what was left of it in grip of it's teeth... Suddenly, the beast was killed by a flurry of knives striking it along several points in it's back, thrown by a strange woman he hadn't recognized; She wasn't part of the hunting party, but was someone else altogether.

Just as she saved his life, she made it abundantly clear that Daren had two options:

1) Die

2) Work for her

Just before he lost consciousness, he managed a nod; Good enough for her, he presumed, since when he woke up he was in a hospital of sorts, having his otherwise-mortal wounds healed, his throat covered by a sort of artificial-skin layer.

The woman revealed her name, Ivory, and that her group -- Horizon Frontiers -- had been hunting the beast, and several others, for a different reason than his family's own glory-hounding; However, they recognized they had existing skills with monster dissection, the very same reason she had saved his life. And thus, Daren became an operative for Horizon Frontiers, not only being given a more dignified output for his skills in butchery, but also being given the chance to live as the monster-hunter he always wanted to be.

Horizon's primary reason for hunting down monsters and mythics was to harness the abilities of their physiology; Through research, they've deducted means of biologically grafting various organs and segments of living beings onto others, granting them some degree of their specific abilities; In the case of the jungle-beast that nearly killed him, it's own heart gave Daren inhuman endurance that allowed him to survive an otherwise crippling bloodloss. Since then, he's been the first eager guinea pig for several other grafting procedures, giving him a questionable degree of humanity -- Both physically, as he's taken on the aspects of several different creatures to both increase his power and repair his damaged body, as well as in spirit, given that he's become progressively untroubled by the idea of extending his butchery to that of other Nomads...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Daren combines his own experience with anatomy with his fighting style, relying on absolutely brutalizing an opponent with brute force. Not only is his massive Cleaver capable of tearing even a seasoned warrior a new one, but his prosthetic hand gives him a decent reach and is also capable of infecting the target with a weakening formula. Daren's also inhumanly durable, possessing the heart of a savage beast as well as several other improvements to his body, as well as flesh-meld which can instantly knit and cover any wounds, while also giving an added layer of protection, on top of his bulky outfit and durable mask, which has saved him from one too many shots to the face.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ Cleave

Daren swings his massive cleaver in a wide angle, striking a large range and making for a powerful, difficult to avoid attack for any close-ranged opponents.

■ Needle-Fingers

Daren pokes the opponent with one of his sharpened prosthetic fingers, injecting them with a poison that slowly weakens over a short duration; Afterwards, the injectee will be left feeling queasy and sick for several hours.

■ Trap

Daren carries a handful of camouflaged, compact bear traps, which if stepped on will deal immense damage and snare their target until they managed to break themselves free.

■ Hook-Hand

Daren fires his hand as a grappling hook, either to pull himself towards an opponent or reach a preferable vantage point.

■ Spare Parts

Daren carries around a small bag of prosthetic flesh-meld, which act as makeshift bandages. If he suffers any serious wounds in a fight, he can simply slap it over the exposed point, and it will quickly synthesize and attach itself, rendering him good as new. Requires a brief moment to remove and attach, however. Can also be used on others.

■ Spinning-Cleave

Hank quickly swings his Cleaver in a full 360 degrees, buying him some space and hitting everything within several feet of him.

SUPER MOVES

■ Culling Blade

Daren swings his cleaver downwards with every ounce of his might, dealing catastrophic damage to an opponent, projecting even enough force to smash through solid stone.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Daren's fighting style is pretty straightforward, being easy to predict and while possessing raw killing power, has little versatility. His Cleaver's also pretty bulky and slow, leaving him possibly exposed if he fails to land an attack he's invested effort in.

OTHER

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What else?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Agatha's period of unconsciousness didn't last too long. By the time she regained consciousness, the Casino was a mess, but there were still some people left, but for all she could see through the now-broken window, the FBI left. She did a quick headcount, seeing that though some were left behind, not everyone was. Come to think of it, just before passing out she vaguely remembered hearing them ask who their leader was. Maybe they completely overlooked Agatha and took on either volunteer members, or started making their own judgements...

Once Agatha was stable and back on her feet, she made her way back over to the roundtable, which the rest of the members came to for discussing what the hell just happened. Agatha tried opening her own mouth, but--

"Don't you even open your fucking mouth," Emily started, thrusting a finger at her, "I refuse to even listen to you open your mouth! Where the hell was you when all of this was going on?! Curled up in a fucking ball or something?! We were getting destroyed and if you couldn't handle it, then you can't handle being a leader!"

Agatha was overwhelmed, with both fear and confusion, trying to give a satisfactory response. Thankfully Maya came to her defense and brought Agatha back up to speed in the process.

"Hey Emily, how's your ass? And that’s a nice pair of handcuffs you got there. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop pretending you didn’t try to run away as soon as shit hit the fan? As if you’re not a self serving bitch who’d rather run than help the rest of us?"

Then after shutting down Emily's bullshit, she turned towards Agatha, “Not that she’s entirely wrong. What were you doing during this entire thing? What’s the point in having a leader who’s just going to freak out as soon as it gets dangerous? I’m not saying we’re going to look for it, but if we’re on the feds radar… that means we’re on other people’s too.”

Agatha just remained silent and standing there, her gaze tracing to the ground as the rest of the Coven devolved into bickering and discussion. Just like always. Even when they got raided by the fucking police, all anyone could do was stand around and bitch. They weren't a Coven, they were just a toxic fucking clique. And Agatha was finally sick of it. How in the fuck was she even supposed to react to the literal fucking FBI smashing their door down? She was just some woman with an eye for the supernatural, not a professional crime lord!

“That’s why I think it’s about time we pick a new leader. My vote’s for...,” Maya continued.

Agatha's head snapped in her direction.

"Fine. You do that. All of you just fucking do that. Because I am done with this shitshow. When I joined this group I thought we'd just be exploring the Extra-Normal and understanding magic better. Not getting on the FBI's nerves, or becoming some gang to shake down someone's fucking vampire problem!"

Agatha pulled her half-removed denim coat back on, then started walking out the front door. She didn't even pay a word to Madison and the bunch, who finally returned from the actual sort of thing the Coven was made for.

"I am not cut out for this bullshit. I'm going home. If you all still want to play around and fight over who gets to be leader of this little clubhouse while the law is onto us, then you do just that. I don't care anymore."

Shen then walked right out the door, completely ignoring whatever was behind her.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

"Good point, good point, Mademoiselle.... however, maybe we just need a stronger push in the right direction. A few members of the Coven are... dealing with curses. Perhaps we should help them, I'm certain many would be willing to lend a hand... given how Kayla was able to sway them to fight vampires."

Claudette

"Maybe... We might earn more respect if we actually offer an ear to members, actually try to see through and help them with their problems. You make a good point, Claudette."

Claudette extended a hand, smiling "Come on, let's try it."

Agatha managed a smile of her own, then took the frenchwoman's grasp gently.

Then before they were able to return to the room, Agatha heard a loud smashing of glass. For a split second she thought the Coven lacked the responsibility to act like functional adults for a literal fucking minute in her absence. Then she heard a loud hissing sound-- Okay, what the hell did they do now?!

Agatha ran back around the corner and saw gas rapidly flooding the room, with the rest of the Coven scrambling away from it lest it choked them into a coma.

"FBI! FBI! FBI! F-B-I!" She heard someone shout, before three figures entered the building, clad in body armor, flashing badges, and wielding guns.

Oh FUCK. The Feds were onto them! Why the fuck were they there, how the fuck did they find them?? Did Kayla cause too much trouble in her shakedown of the vampires, Agatha didn't even fucking ask her how it went even once and now the police tracked themd down! Why the hell didn't she think to tell her "No, you can't turn the entire Coven into your own personal legbreakers and go beat up a bunch of people, now her ass was going to get arrested, and even if she didn't get tased to death her Grandpa was going to murder her, and-- and--

Agatha's heartrate went from mildly agitated to fucking exploding. Her instincts immediately told her to run out the back door, but she reacted exactly like a deer-in-the-headlights where she wanted to run, but was too paralyzed with terror not to. Combined with the gas flooding into the room, Agatha's breathing started to sound like a deflating squeaky toy as she began to cough and sputter on the rancid smoke as well. Soon enough her legs buckled under her, and she fell to the ground before quickly passing out. She lay sprawled out, having desperately tried to crawl off before losing consciousness and collapsing on the floor of the now-exposed hideout, just a smidge around the corner, making her fallen body a total non-issue during the raid.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Agatha listened to the room's input, over their dismissive bickering to the new member. It might have just sounded like people complaining at her leadership yet again, but Agatha made sure to carefully tally each person's remarks. It might not have been solid and sound reasons, but Agatha counted "What the hell do we even know about them, first of all?" and "Who cares who we let in?" as perfectly valid responses.

Her thought process was interrupted as Claudette raised her hand, her official "everyone shut up" gesture before allowing a blanket of darkness to cover the room... Yet didn't. Instead she stood up and approached Agatha, grabbing her by the arm.

"Mademoiselle, a word."

Claudette

Agatha was about to protest, before Claudette firmly pulled her from the seat and away from the roundtable, just about the corner.

"Claudette? What's up? Why are--"

"I am sick of all this bickering and constant fighting among the Coven. I think it really has something to do with the leadership and lack of direction in the Coven - and don't get my intentions wrong, I think you are doing an amazing job but maybe you could use a second in command? Perhaps even a third? Another leadership figure for the Coven to help you out. And keep control of the Coven. The only place I can see this going towards is Emily and the others voting you out and this cycle will begin again for the next one."

Claudette

Agatha listened carefully to Claudette lecture, almost forgetting yet again who was really in charge of the Coven. Which was exactly the problem Claudette wanted to underline.

"I mean, I thought trying to actually organize things would be... Overmanagement, I guess. Just look where trying to throw ideas at the board got me yesterday. We've only ever had one leader or so at a time, no chains of command... But then again, if I managed to get put into a position of leadership, I guess they really wouldn't care who runs the show or how they want to do it. Yknow what? I'd be down for that... Would you mind being my "second-in-command?" She asked. Coincidence aside, if Agatha was forced to hand over her leadership she would've been prepared to hand it to Claudette. She was the person she'd trust the most with a leadership position, and the best bet for helping her lead things.

"And as for the other issue... perhaps we should try to lead the Coven towards working out their issues and maybe having some more bonding? For all honestness, all a majority of the Coven want to do is learn more about magic and find companionship... maybe we give them what they want? Try to tighten the bonds of the group and I think the best way to do that would be to have more fun, yes?"

Claudette

Agatha frowned.

"Believe me, digging deep into actual magic things is why I joined the Coven in the first place, so I'd love to get around to stuff like that. Companionship..." Agatha paused for a moment, "I really don't know how we can wind all these people together."

"I know it's a lot, but I can see the growing toxicity in the Coven and I can't stand it anymore."

Claudette

Agatha wheezed through her nose, "Well the reason the Coven is toxic is because it's got toxic people. Emily acts like an alpha-bitch straight out of some 90's high school movie, don't even get me started on Babylon, Kayla's headstrong and acts like she's the leader and even used the Coven to go and beatdown her own vampire problem. Sin threatened to kill me for telling her to stop her summon from nearly killing somebody yesterday-- you want me to keep going? I get what you're bringing up, but I think what we need most is a firmer leadership, like you suggested. We do have fun, and we do bond. We've went out to lunch, hung out at the beach, even just loafed around the same building for who knows how long! If you think fun and friendship would be a better way to lead the Coven, then-- Maybe we should also get Nina or Herik on board with helping to actually run things around here."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Ironic. Apparently seeking out some oddly morbid murders was too dangerous for the Coven, but not seeking out a literal personification of death for literally no given reason? Regardless, Agatha bit her tongue. She didn't really want to snark at or pick a fight with Madison, especially after she surrendered the floor. At the very least, it was sobering to see the Coven wasn't turning into everyone's personal chore-takers.

"Is there something you had in mind, leader? Because you can't keep calling us here for nothing, some of us have things to do, you know."

Emily

"Alright, if we're done with the day's share-and-care, we can get onto the agenda. The only real order of business I called this meeting for, is that I wanted to bring up that we have a new potential member," Agatha began, folding her hands together.

"Just last night I was contacted online by somebody. They said they knew about our Coven, and that they wanted to join with us if we'd let them. Obviously I was a bit skeptical and on guard at first. They said they lived in the area, and were willing to go through whatever initiation we had for them. I told them I'd get back to them soon, but before I went and took them in, I wanted to check by each of you guys first. A vote, I guess. What do you guys think?"

Agatha remained silent, giving each member of the Coven a moment to think before answering. In her own opinion, she was extremely uncertain. While she herself managed to join over the internet, she didn't know whatever thought process the leader at the time used to consider taking Agatha in, so she really didn't know how to judge the merits of a complete stranger. So instead she left it up to group instinct for now. If needed, she'd just change her opinion and use her vote as a tiebreaker if needed.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Agatha Loom

Agatha watched as the conversation almost immediately drifted from where she had hoped it would have gone, and instead steered back in the direction of Kayla's own problem. Honestly, made her own efforts of finding something to do today a bit redundant. She even made herself late just trying to find something worth the group's attention. Then Kayla just threw her own problem out on the floor, and watched everyone magnetically draw themselves to that, eager to head on down and bash some heads for Kayla(and her dog)'s sake. Honestly, it wasn't quite the worst way for the meeting to go, Agatha confirmed to herself; Regardless of how toxic the group had been to one another so far, they were still looking out for each other. Of course it'd make sense to tackle some... 'vampires', which Agatha doubted the word-for-word legitimacy of, which directly threatened one of their own over some obscure yet violent killings.

However, she was robbed of the chance of making any sort of decisions or confirmations towards handling the vampires. Once attention drifted away from what Agatha laid out on the table, the Coven returned to chatter at Kayla, overwhelming her with questions until Claudette threw out a blanket of silence, only to hand the entire floor over to Kayla at that point. She'd basically said anything Agatha thought to, but with a lot more authority and control than she could probably even muster.

By the time Agatha was even able to squeeze out a single word, Kayla had already gotten up and left for preparations, with most of the rest of the coven egging to follow after her.

"Alright then, uh...", Agatha began again, standing up and quietly picking up her folder, "I guess that should conclude today's meeting. To anyone who doesn't want to participate, we can either get this place cleaned up or head down to the beach, if you guys want. Either way, rest of the day is yours."