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The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Hm, hm, who should I interact with?

://Crown of Eden [High-Casual]

EVERETT PRACHTER

Towering above them, the android called the Caretaker herded the flock along to the Oracle. Practically bubbling with gratitude, Beth goggled at the Caretaker, but Geno and Gwen maintained an obvious, outspoken skepticism, while Daresso tentatively trusted in the Caretaker, to say the least. Everett collected himself somewhere between the latter three — Beth seemed just so gone. He followed Gwen's lead and remembered to keep his guard up, in event of disaster or betrayal. After all, blind faith never went very far. It obviously did not go well for those still sleeping. Then again, with humanity at the end of its rope, they also had little of a choice, this vessel the only hope left. Perhaps even Everett was in the same state of mind as these slumbering folk before the fall. He stroked the lids of a few cradles as he passed by, searching past the covering to see the faces.

"It is my pleasure to serve, as it will always be, dear children..." said the Caretaker motherly pleasure. Of course. Her programming only followed that she be obedient to the hierarchy. Though the Caretaker was vital to the function of the cradles and the vessel itself, Everett could only read that she was subservient to the Council she spoke of. For an android, she was an elegant piece of work, not merely for her doll-like aesthetic.

The story the Caretaker told of the mishap, it was compelling to hear. An utter disaster had occurred. For all her programmed orders to be overridden, for such a terrible miscalculation... The conditions on Eden had been all wrong from the beginning, and for their lives to be preserved, it implied a miracle of a maneuver. Geno assaulted the Caretaker with interrogation. Question after question and complaint after complaint. Everett thought for a second that Geno might need to calm down, but the Caretaker, unflinching, answered all of Geno's questions with ease. For what it was worth, Eden was likely at the end of its rope.

Everett stepped forward and nudged Geno's side gently. "They didn't have much choice in this fate, and unfortunately, we didn't either. We have to find a way, nonetheless," Everett calmly explained. As he spoke this, the group came upon the light, a blinding sight to sore eyes. He could hardly make out anything in the brightness, though glittering and majestic it was.

://Crown of Eden [High-Casual]

Done with finals.

@Cyrania

@RyuShura Same.

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Margaret is making me cringe already. Get a better taste in popes, you uncultured kale salad. >:(

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

GILBERT HALLORAN

Every now and then, Gilbert wondered if the end was nigh — or if that Biblical end was already upon them. He could not but help himself as he looked over the scene in the plaza. Thousands crowded the heart of Mundin to experience the celebration of its founding, a popular event, of course. The sun loomed in the sky for the final stretch of daylight, filled with a bubbly, orange energy which characterized that day quite nicely. The tentative peace, which the government labored so much for, was so heart-warming.

Still, with beating hearts and beaming faces, Gilbert, who counted himself among them, was all too full of ennui at the same time. Painful dissonance in his mind — did others ever tire of the almost utopian atmosphere? 'Mundin remains secure; but threats knock on PM's door,' the headlines read on the newsstands. Wrinkling his nose with skepticism, Gilbert also eyed a neighboring tabloid which described 'the Prime Minister's secret love affairs.' Sighing and reaching into his pocket, he spared the peddler some currency, and he took one of the leading newspapers. Things aren't ever all that perfect, are they? The college student mustered up a weak smile and whispered to himself, Relax. Today is supposed to be about joy.

For now, Gilbert eased into one of his few days when he could unfocus, unwind, and think about something that was not a homework assignment for a weed-out course. He saw some fellow students, some old acquaintances, all blended in the sea of strangers. This was as good as it got, a small, relatively privileged (to the rest of the world), and peaceful existence. No grand adventure or pursuit for thrill. No oppressive, tyrannical government. Mr. Halloran looked up to the sky and remained optimistic about the future. In fact, he joined the crowd — most gladly, in fact! — in awaiting for the fanfare and fireworks. Though he knew this good time was doomed to a short life, the inevitable misfortune was conquerable.

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Now, time to think about exactly what the Halloran family did under the GAU and in the United States. Gotta procrastinate on finals somehow.

Edit: Currently realizing how convenient it is to leave certain details and biography details relatively empty... :D

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Gilbert "Hal" Halloran

NAME
Gilbert "Hal" Halloran

AGE
18

GENDER
Male

RACE/NATIONALITY
Human - half-Asian, half-Irish - U.S. American

APPEARANCE

Also wears glasses.

PERSONALITY

Intuition would very likely make itself Gilbert Halloran's closest ally - or his greatest adversary. As impressions have it, the average stranger falls into either of two trappings with Mr. Halloran: either that he is an unassuming, reserved introvert, or that he is an unabashed, outgoing spirit. From birth until now, Gilbert has entertained the joy of overcoming challenge, with each problem a welcome obstacle — an opportunity, if you will, for growth — and he has taken pliancy as his tool for change. Whether a battle of wit, a clash of opinion, or a scuffle of friends, Gilbert is ready for whatever life will set before him. His mind is a flowing sea of information, and it breathes in shallow gasps of new knowledge, new thoughts, new feelings, and new experiences. He is highly resistant against the influential tide of the establishment, of the authorities that be, and of the majority and thus will not be weakly swayed, but he is also somewhat skeptical of those who nonsensically criticize the government or who denigrate it for all the wrong reasons.

Without mistake, although Gilbert might present the brains of a strong academic and flaunt an unyielding but mutable character, deep inside the boy is compassionate and sensitive to even the most subtle of social ticks. Some would say that Gilbert simply understands the deepest feelings. He is very good at communicating his feelings, and with the proper crowd, he can hold a large influence on the thinking of the group. No doubt a born leader, his adaptability and skills with people may make him an unrivaled power in any sort of social court. Gilbert's vibrant energy radiates a furnace's warmth, but like the winter, it can turn bitterly cold if it is not tended to. His last strength is his ability to unflinchingly let go of people and of feelings, a leaf to the wind.

Mr. Halloran is not without fault, however much he might seem an innocuous creature. He is caught by petty thoughts almost regularly, and in his darkest hours, he can barely control his temper or his depressive moods. Gilbert is no stranger to time alone from whomever he enthralls himself with at any moment, and with those he loves, he may struggle by expressing his feelings too strongly or too early, especially if he misjudges another person's interest. Although Gilbert eventually notices every tick of his friends and family, he may take far too long to recognize the pain in another person, and he cannot reasonably be expected to see the harm he does to others before it is inflicted. When confronted with a different worldview, he is typically open, but if he feels even the slightest bit offended by some tinge of disrespect, he will quickly evade the reproach of his opponent. This leaves Gilbert with constant insecurities: that he is not wise or intelligent enough, that he is not as kind or as thoughtful as he would like to be, and that he is not as charming or as good-looking as he wishes to be.

ABILITIES

Gilbert has always presented a subtle aptitude for something which could be akin to magic. It is unclear what extent this ability is capable of; however, it can be inferred that it may be trained or tempered to do many new things, as is the case with other potential magicians. Of course, these abilities do not yet rival that of the greatest so-called 'sorcerers' of the day. For now, he can lower the temperature of and move any fluid, gas or liquid, but lighter fluids are much easier. He can also create a spark or a small light, both by snapping his fingers deliberately, and he can also telekinetically pull his clothes to himself from the closet, which is a very fun way to get ready for the day. Currently, extreme emotions of anger or sadness can trigger disturbances in his environment, similar to poltergeists.

BIOGRAPHY

A burning home. The sound of sirens. These were the images of Gilbert's lost past. He remembered little of that day and that age, and he had no recollection of any other family besides his parents. He knew he had grandparents, and he had pictures of them, but what became of them was a mystery. What he did remember was that his parents fled the United States for the safety of Mundin, perhaps out of nativist pressures against his mother, perhaps for other reasons, and it was in Mundin where he made his life since he was two-years-old. He had a relatively uninteresting youth, and he was put through the same strict disciplinary education that all the others had gone through. He had an ugly early education; his promising mind was subject to much pressure from the students for his difference, from his parents for his procrastination, and from the teachers for his insubordination. Nonetheless, he came to perform relatively well in his schooling, enough to land him in a good university in Mundin where he could further his pursuits.

SPECIALTIES

- Reading, writing, and speech skills
- Social ability
- Mathematical talent
- Complaining on social media
- Keeping up with current events and politics
- Gaming and art
- English, French, and German

EQUIPMENT

- Glasses (obviously)
- His wallet and his keys
- His watch, a graduation gift from his mother
- A university ID and his valid ID card for Mundin
- His phone
- His leather messenger bag, with appropriate technology for school and often paper and pens

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Gilbert "Hal" Halloran

NAME
Gilbert "Hal" Halloran

AGE
18

GENDER
Male

RACE/NATIONALITY
Human - half-Asian, half-Irish - U.S. American

APPEARANCE

Also wears glasses.

PERSONALITY

Intuition would very likely make itself Gilbert Halloran's closest ally - or his greatest adversary. As impressions have it, the average stranger falls into either of two trappings with Mr. Halloran: either that he is an unassuming, reserved introvert, or that he is an unabashed, outgoing spirit. From birth until now, Gilbert has entertained the joy of overcoming challenge, with each problem a welcome obstacle — an opportunity, if you will, for growth — and he has taken pliancy as his tool for change. Whether a battle of wit, a clash of opinion, or a scuffle of friends, Gilbert is ready for whatever life will set before him. His mind is a flowing sea of information, and it breathes in shallow gasps of new knowledge, new thoughts, new feelings, and new experiences. He is highly resistant against the influential tide of the establishment, of the authorities that be, and of the majority and thus will not be weakly swayed, but he is also somewhat skeptical of those who nonsensically criticize the government or who denigrate it for all the wrong reasons.

Without mistake, although Gilbert might present the brains of a strong academic and flaunt an unyielding but mutable character, deep inside the boy is compassionate and sensitive to even the most subtle of social ticks. Some would say that Gilbert simply understands the deepest feelings. He is very good at communicating his feelings, and with the proper crowd, he can hold a large influence on the thinking of the group. No doubt a born leader, his adaptability and skills with people may make him an unrivaled power in any sort of social court. Gilbert's vibrant energy radiates a furnace's warmth, but like the winter, it can turn bitterly cold if it is not tended to. His last strength is his ability to unflinchingly let go of people and of feelings, a leaf to the wind.

Mr. Halloran is not without fault, however much he might seem an innocuous creature. He is caught by petty thoughts almost regularly, and in his darkest hours, he can barely control his temper or his depressive moods. Gilbert is no stranger to time alone from whomever he enthralls himself with at any moment, and with those he loves, he may struggle by expressing his feelings too strongly or too early, especially if he misjudges another person's interest. Although Gilbert eventually notices every tick of his friends and family, he may take far too long to recognize the pain in another person, and he cannot reasonably be expected to see the harm he does to others before it is inflicted. When confronted with a different worldview, he is typically open, but if he feels even the slightest bit offended by some tinge of disrespect, he will quickly evade the reproach of his opponent. This leaves Gilbert with constant insecurities: that he is not wise or intelligent enough, that he is not as kind or as thoughtful as he would like to be, and that he is not as charming or as good-looking as he wishes to be.

ABILITIES

Gilbert has always presented a subtle aptitude for something which could be akin to magic. It is unclear what extent this ability is capable of; however, it can be inferred that it may be trained or tempered to do many new things, as is the case with other potential magicians. Of course, these abilities do not yet rival that of the greatest so-called 'sorcerers' of the day. For now, he can lower the temperature of and move any fluid, gas or liquid, but lighter fluids are much easier. He can also create a spark or a small light, both by snapping his fingers deliberately, and he can also telekinetically pull his clothes to himself from the closet, which is a very fun way to get ready for the day. Currently, extreme emotions of anger or sadness can trigger disturbances in his environment, similar to poltergeists.

BIOGRAPHY

A burning home. The sound of sirens. These were the images of Gilbert's lost past. He remembered little of that day and that age, and he had no recollection of any other family besides his parents. He knew he had grandparents, and he had pictures of them, but what became of them was a mystery. What he did remember was that his parents fled the United States for the safety of Mundin, perhaps out of nativist pressures against his mother, perhaps for other reasons, and it was in Mundin where he made his life since he was two-years-old. He had a relatively uninteresting youth, and he was put through the same strict disciplinary education that all the others had gone through. He had an ugly early education; his promising mind was subject to much pressure from the students for his difference, from his parents for his procrastination, and from the teachers for his insubordination. Nonetheless, he came to perform relatively well in his schooling, enough to land him in a good university in Mundin where he could further his pursuits.

SPECIALTIES

- Reading, writing, and speech skills
- Social ability
- Mathematical talent
- Complaining on social media
- Keeping up with current events and politics
- Gaming and art
- English, French, and German

EQUIPMENT

- Glasses (obviously)
- His wallet and his keys
- His watch, a graduation gift from his mother
- A university ID and his valid ID card for Mundin
- His phone
- His leather messenger bag, with appropriate technology for school and often paper and pens

://Crown of Eden [High-Casual]

EVERETT PRACHTER

Everett nodded at each name in turn. Daresso, Gwendolyn, Elizabeth, Geno, and Jezebel. For the most part, they were a reticent lot, still with minds cloudy and dazed. Though obviously from very different walks of life, Everett could be comfortable with this crowd. Who knows what other comforts he could possibly have, given the state of things? Gwen interested him most of the group. Young she was, but Everett felt some force of cunning from her. Beth was so plainly formal, but he dare not overlook her ability either. Daresso and Jezebel appeared the most young and also the most incapable — not for knowledge, but for size. Last, Geno appeared in equal pressure as reliable as Gwen had and, in fact, seemed to presently consider the details in their situation as he trailed off mid-sentence.

Daresso, again addressing the elephant in the room, stood before the group and touched a cradle. Yes, as he stated it, Everett too noticed many an unopened, unawakened cradle. This was very, very bad. To see in front of himself, Daresso attempted something with his hand as he stated a commanding phrase. This act gave a familiar feeling to Everett, but for some reason, it was now like a distant and lost art to Prachter. When nothing occurred, Daresso looked most uneasy. Then, a voice thundered throughout as if omnipresent in the room. It was the same voice as before which was meant to comfort, but the Caretaker did next to nothing to calm anyone's nerves, especially this time around. The volume of her voice was itself so jarringly loud that Everett practically jumped at the sound! She mused about them as children in her care, but too much like a mother, the Caretaker in equal parts cared for them and concealed from them — perhaps for their own good or, worse yet, their own sanity. She promised them answers, that she would take them to the Oracle.

"That wasn't very helpful," Everett scoffed. "But I suppose we have no choice but to follow her."

Rise, Shatter - A Magic/Superpowers/Whatever War RP

I'm very, very interested.