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[center][color=fafad2][h2]【[u][b]A n t o n   D r a g o m i r o v[/b][/u]】[/h2][/color][sub][h3][color=fafad2][i]~ [b]"My time is precious so... Let's make this quick."[/b] ~[/i][/color][/h3][/sub][/center]
[hider=The Navigator]
[hr][color=fafad2][sub][h3][b][i]Name[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Anton Dragomirov[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Nicknames[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Gender[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Sexuality[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Alias[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent][i]The Navigator[/i][/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Age[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Twenty-Eight[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Apparent Age[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Twenty-Eight[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Race[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Human[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Nationality[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]American Born; Descended from Russian-American parents with a little German and Polish blood in the ancestry[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Appearance[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Average is the word most often used to describe Anton's appearance alone. He stands six-foot-one and at a weight of one hundred and ninty pounds, he is nothing close to an imposing figure. His shoulders are broad atop a lightly defined body, but sheer size and mass elude the human male as proportional limbs - proportional in both length and width - contribute to the overall middling physicality. His facial features are slightly more striking though the man himself pays no real attention to such things. Hazel eyes are his defining feature while dark hair and facial hair bring in the proper amount of charm befitting that of an adult male. A few scattered tribal tattoos on the back and left shoulder add some individual flair to the mix, but are the only unique aspects to speak of as Anton was never one for jewelry.[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Personality[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Anton is a suitably complex individual even though he tries to be as straightforward as possible. He can be reserved and secretive with certain topics of conversation, but never in outright attitude. He would be described as an ever-calm yet passively assertive man who can switch between sarcastic wit and cold, blunt truth at the drop of a dime. He is not one to tolerate anything he dislikes for long and he makes sure that the path to any point in regards to dialogue is the shortest, but most effective route one can take; suffice it to say, verbosity and its advocates never sit well with Anton and this usually causes people to incorrectly label the man as impatient. In truth, Anton Dragomirov keeps his own internal schedule concerning life and how it should proceed and he is simply fine with letting another know the honest-to-god truth if he feels that is what will get them to understand any given subject faster. Though it may seem like that instantly disqualifies him for quality conversation, he only employs his unique brand of rude behavior against those he does not know, those he does not trust, and those he does not like. Once a person finds common ground with Anton however, they also find that he can become just as verbose as those he hates with a passion.[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]History[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Anton Xanietheus Dragomirov was originally born in the United States. His parents originated from Russia and ultimately decided to emigrate to the States to accept a lucrative job offer. While Remi and Nikolai Dragomirov were very successful in their endeavors, their young son Anton was never the easiest boy to deal with. His curiosity had always been referred to positively yet his innate inquisitive qualities usually led to unsupervised trips around the city after school hours - and sometimes during them. It was during the early years of elementary school that Anton became interested in urban exploration. He and a small group of friends were unafraid to crawl through sewers, scale the sides of small buildings, and generally explore the unexplored for the sake of [i]knowing[/i]. Even though the group was caught and returned to their parents multiple times, Anton had figured out the perfect balance between school studies and his budding hobby and thus his schooling never truly suffered. The dangerous activity still worried his parents however and he was inevitably forbidden to continue. When an opportunity arose for Nikolai Dragomirov to work out of a new location and bring his family along, the worried father accepted quickly thinking that his son's friends were the cause of his misbehavior. 

The Dragmoirov family settled into the port city of Ominar fairly quickly. Though he did miss his friends, Anton settled into his new school with little problems and everything seemed to fall into place easily. It wasn't long before the boy met his first Licentia. Ominar had a larger concentration of different races than Anton's old city so it was only a matter of time before the fateful meeting. Her name was Sheiara. The two were around the same age--or at least, Sheiara appeared to be the same age as the young Anton--and they bonded surprisingly quickly. Sheiara, having lived in Ominar for a lengthy amount of time, already knew the nooks and crannies of the city and shared Anton's love of urban exploration. Much to his parent's dismay, Anton once again took up the hobby of running around the city, seeing the unseen. As the two grew older, their adventures became bolder and more prolonged until they finally began to broach other subjects of interest. Magic and its properties was the next most interesting thing Anton had come across since he moved into Ominar and Sheiara, being a Licentia, was happy to explain everything to him. 

The conversations about Vis, the Anima, and the Ostium piqued Anton's curiosity much more than urban exploration ever could. He was in pure awe of the things Licentia could do and how their solid souls worked, but he was even more amazed when he learned that humans could also learn to use Vis and held Anima within themselves as well. The potential rumbled through his thoughts and he began to dream daily of the things he could do or how life could be easier if he could tap into his own Anima and manipulate his own Vis. The next time he saw Sheiara after another eye-opening conversation, he asked the girl to teach him. She agreed to attempt to show him how to tap into Vis energies, but she made it quite clear that she lacked the knowledge to outright teach him to use particular abilities - it was something she could just do intrinsically being a Licenti in her own case. Over the coming years, Sheiara attempted to impart the knowledge she was imparted with in regards to how the Anima works and the Vis therein. In addition, Anton discovered that humanity recorded its own findings concerning Vis and the Anima in books and he set himself to researching as much as he could in order to understand. 

Though the teenage Dragomirov had finally taken up a safer hobby, he had done so at the cost of his education. As he developed a small obsession with everything magically inclined, school skipping sessions became more frequent and lasted for longer and longer until Anton finally decided to forgo pursuing higher education right after barely graduating high school. As punishment for his choices, his parents kicked their freshly turned eighteen-year-old out of the house hoping the shock would kickstart his life in a direction they could approve of - it did no such thing. 

By this point in his life, Anton had become very proficient in parkour as an extension of the hobby that had consumed most of his life. Using these skills, he became an on foot courier for seedier types that paid well and in cash. It also helped that it was around this time that his magical prowess suddenly manifested and he found he was able to, as he described, change the very nature of objects. Once his employers realized the potential on their hands with a magically-powered human, the jobs became riskier, but the pay became higher - [i]much[/i] higher. Over time, and after completing many successful jobs, Anton earned an alias from the people he worked for and, with it, a reputation amongst the criminal underworld. He became known as The Navigator. It was not long after that when the Prae slowly began inserting themselves into Ominar. 

A few years later, now with Ominar fully under Prae control, Anton finds himself conflicted. His runs have become much more lucrative with those looking to skirt the watchful eye of Prae overlords, but the oppression rubs the man the wrong way. At this point though, he resigns himself to the idea that there's absolutely nothing he can do about it alone in any case ...[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Belongings/Equipment[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Due to his unique magical ability, Anton keeps most of his belongings in his safe house. As for the few things he does carry with him, they are listed as follows:

[b][i]Smartphone[/i][/b] - Much like most others, Anton's smartphone is one of the most important pieces of technology he carries with him. It has a multitude of uses aside from the normal calling and texting functions and it was specifically customized by The Navigator to be nigh unbreakable and resistant to weather conditions. Using a Vis infsued battery - the battery itself is designed to hold Vis in storage which significantly lengthens the normal charge - allows the device to function for extremely long periods of time as well. 

[b][i]Magitech Pistol[/i][/b] - Rather than shoot plain ammunition, Anton's personally customized 9mm magitech pistol fires physical rounds that create elemental explosions on contact. If an electric charge round is fired, an electric stun charge will explode on contact with the target and stun them for a short time. Different elements result in different outcomes, but the shared factor between every type is that the effects are not strong enough to be lethal and are more designed for suppression or creating openings.

[b][i]Vibro-Knife[/i][/b] - The Vibro-Knife is a tech knife powered by a small engine that causes the blade to vibrate at high frequencies. This vibration allows the knife to cut through things that otherwise could not be cut. The engine is a fusion of technology and raw Vis siphoned from the knife holder. The Vis infusion is also what keeps the vibrating blade from breaking should the holder apply too much force when trying to cut something. Anton does not use this blade against people in accordance with his beliefs on lethal force - he is also just not a skilled knife combatant.[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Capabilities[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/color][hr][color=fafad2][indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Mental[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent]Though Anton is clever in his own right, he is not an abnormally intelligent specimen by any means. His mental strength lies in constitution and fortitude rather than raw intelligence. In spite of situations others may mentally break from, Anton is usually able to keep his composure and think clearly and concisely. However, he is fiercely protective of his inner thoughts and considers--much like most any other living individual--his mind his sanctum and therefore harbors a passionate hatred for the telepathic who do not know how to mind their own business.[/indent]
[indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Physical[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent]Anton's true human strengths lie in his physicality. Though he is not a bucket of muscle or imposing, he is intensely athletic and quite strong for a man of his frame. Parkour was always a staple of his life and having run countless routes throughout the city, The Navigator lives up to his alias. He is able to traverse urban areas much quicker than others due not only to his knowledge of the metropolis, but also to his skill in efficiently getting from point A to point B. 

Being that Anton also uses his parkour skill for shady jobs from time to time, he is proficient in hand-to-hand combat, much more so than with weaponry. In accordance with his belief that the ability to properly disable trumps the need to permanently put down, he finds martial skill to be a necessary requirement to live in the current world and avidly practices his chosen form of combat whenever he can get the free time and provided he is not sleeping.[/indent]
[indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Magical/Technological[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent]Being a human in a world with Prae and Licentia is hard enough, but watching the abilities of the latter two species manifest and evolve can be quite discouraging to a mortal man. In Anton's case, he still struggles to fully understand the ability he manifested once he was finally taught to manipulate his Vis. Simply put, Anton possesses the inherent ability of transmutation through magical means. Tapping intrinsically into the many energies that exist around him as only a human can, The Navigator is able to transmute the matter in inanimate objects and energy sources to his will. With that said however, he is not always successful in his attempts. In general, he uses this ability to aid in his parkour navigation around the city in an effort to complete jobs quicker and just understand the ability more. When faced with brand new elements however or an object of magical origin, transmutation can only be achieved by forcefully injecting his Vis--which can be more easily manipulated due to being his own energies--into the target object, but even then success is never a guarantee. 

Anton rarely uses his transmutation abilities in a lethally combative manner. Not only are they more effective as a supplement to his own movements and defense, but they are rendered useless against living organisms as their biological makeup is far too complex for Anton's yet growing transmutation abilities to fully comprehend. Instead of magical prowess, The Navigator relies on hand-to-hand combat and magitech assistance as his primary form of combat means.[/indent][/color][/hider]

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[color=ffb6c1][h2]【[u][b]S h e i a r a   F a y e b y e n e[/b][/u]】[/h2][/color][h3][color=ffb6c1][i]~[/i] [b][i]"I will not pretend to understand every intricacy of the world, but I will, indeed, advocate for its betterment - even if you can not agree with my methods."[/i][/b] [i]~[/i][/color][/h3][/center]
[hider=Sheiara]
[hr][color=ffb6c1][sub][h3][b][i]Name[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Sheiara Fayebyene[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Nicknames[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Shei[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Gender[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Sexuality[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Alias[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Age[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]1050[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Apparent Age[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]30[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Race[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]Eximius Licenti[/indent]
[sub][h3][b][i]Sub-Race[/i][/b][/h3][/sub]
[indent]N/A[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Appearance[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Contrary to fair skin and regal gait, her form exudes nonchalance yet evokes the imposition befitting of a more dangerous physicality. She rises to exactly six feet while keeping her contour considerably slender; lanky arms and seemingly endless legs add a notion of poise and petite shoulders under a subtly elongated neck only contribute to the overall feeling of personalized maintenance. Assets are proportionally appropriate against her frame in an effort to maintain functionality over raw beauty with a dusting of hard lines throughout the body cementing her attention to functional capacity - suffice it to say, a preference to exercise and athleticism would be a little more than an inference upon inspection of her bare self. Soft in facial features yet harder in facial structure, her visage could easily be mistaken for cold and serious; almond shaped eyes give residence to pools of umber and hazel with hair of a darker brown and black falling to the middle of the back when loosed and unrestricted. Tattoos, jewelry, and other unsightly accessories do not dare claim patches of skin or adorn any part of the body.  She is fluid; she is composed; she is a beauty who did not try to be - it simply was.[/indent]    
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Personality[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]In direct relation to the manner in which she carries her physical self, Sheiara claims sophistication and an air of mystery for her persona. She speaks in a very technically correct - sometimes poetic even - dialect that resides firmly in eloquence while also dabbling in riddle from time to time though her words rarely reveal their true intentions. Conversations with the lady are not the easiest of tasks unless the subject matter reflects something important to her or has ties to subjects she has interest in. More often than not, however, the woman herself will steer the conversation in the direction she would like it to go revealing a dominant trait that reverberates throughout her general mannerisms. Adding to the quality of her speech is the fact that bare truth and a serious tone stand in for the likes of witty syntax and humor-filled quotes. Laughter only comes by way of dark humor and a fierce dedication to her own goals leave no room for sarcastic comments and unnecessarily spoken jokes. In spite of all this, stoicism would be a very inaccurate description of the lady; Sheiara is, in reality, one of the more emotional individuals. She simply displays her vulnerabilities in a more unique way.[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]History[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]Originally, Sheiara Fayebyene and her family lived with other Licenti in Torqueo. True to its reputation, the part of Torqueo the Fayebyene family resided in was filled with dangerous people, shady dealings, and outright violence. Though the girl and her two overworked parents did not grow up poor, their particular situation was no better than those living in destitution. Sheiara herself was never a happy sort of child. She kept mostly to herself and only put serious energy into her schooling, shunning friends and any semblance of a socially enriched life. Due to the nature of her parents' occupation, she found herself alone for long periods of time in her modestly sized home - time that resembled her tightest grasp at any sort of happiness. During these periods of solitude however, the young girl also had the bad habit of reflection - reflection of a life she desperately wanted to escape from. 

Le'ana Fayebyene had always been a woman who reached out and grasped whatever it was that she wanted. As a young woman, she looked to have a promising career in Licenti politics. She graduated at an early age while proving to be much more resourceful and intelligent than those who simply rode the coattails of their own degrees into whatever job it could place them in. She aspired to ascend the political ranks and eventually achieve a high enough position so as to significantly alter the state of Licenti affairs in Torqueo. The nature of tensions between those of the same species had always been troubling and she sought to positively change this sad state through policy change and hard work. In the midst of her ascension, she met her husband and together she thought the duo would be able to overcome any obstacle. Then, she created her child. Left abnormally weakened from the split of her Anima, she was unable to appear in the places she needed to appear and aggressively pursue the passion she had held dear for hundreds of years. Her career crumbled fast and though her mate attempted to take up the slack and provide for the family on his own, nothing would ever remain the same. 

Broken by the turn of events, Le'ana fell into a deep depression and lashed out at the people she once cared for. Sheiara's father received the brunt of verbal offense, but it was the young girl herself who would ultimately suffer the physical and mental damage. Le'ana began a daily regimen of abusing her daughter in all the ways she could dream up. In her eyes it was her child that caused the family to fall into the situation they found themselves trying to survive. It turned out that Le'ana's husband was no better than most Licenti and tried to make his living through violent and malicious means. He eventually moved his family out into notably dangerous area of Torqueo in order to fulfill the orders of individuals he had no business getting in league with. Day after day, Le'ana took her anger, hate, wrath, and frustrations out on her daughter, all while making sure not to outright kill her so she could be around for the next [i]session[/i]. 

As Sheiara grew older and her Anima grew more dense, her feelings yearned to be freed from their prison within her inner thoughts and unleashed upon the one causing her pain. Despite the things she endured over the years, she still found that she loved her mother and only wished she could find a way to bring her peace. At first, she thought to resign herself to the beatings which is why though they continued for years on end, they had lessened in severity and intensity some. However, the older she became, the more Sheiara knew that the pain had to stop. That her mother was numb to the world and the only way she could feel anything at all was by inflicting her feelings on others in a physical and savage manner. That the only way to bring her mother peace was to first give her a taste of the pain she dished out onto others. Everything finally came to a head during the young Licenti's "teenage" years. As her mother pounded away at her face and body once more, Sheiara, pinned to the ground, felt her voice perk up. She pleaded with her mother to try and understand what she was doing, what kind of pain she was causing, and how it was hurting her only child. She begged and pleaded, ever louder, until finally she grabbed hold of Le'ana's arms - her first ever attempt at fighting back. As she screamed and shouted her pleas however, Sheiara felt something more than her voice perk up. A feeling of heat and heft welling up within her solid soul and, instinctively, she released the tension in her own body. 

Her mother fell to the floor after a few minutes locked in her daughter's grasp. She was dead. Afraid of her own power, Sheiara wasted no time in leaving her family's home. She would never see the reaction her father would have to his suddenly deceased wife. 

With no belongings to speak of, Sheiara wandered the streets of Torqueo for the next decade. She would have been slaughtered much sooner, but her power - a unique power that no other sub-species seemed to possess - seemed to grow with every use. As potential offenders approached her for all manner of reasons, she found that she had great success in teaching them the same lesson she tried to teach her mother. In the end, she was able to make them feel the pain they intended to inflict on her and others to the point that they would concede rather than die - she swore to kill no more after the accident with Le'ana. As the years progressed, she was able to observe firsthand how the Licenti lived with one another. It was mostly a torrent of malicious intent and greed and violence and individuals taking or doing whatever they wanted in whatever manner they pleased. Not all were like this of course, but Sheiara, in her own opinion, witnessed a lot more bad than good. These events shaped her opinion and perspective of the world and planted the seeds for a shift in personality that would forever be changed. 

Hundreds of years later, Sheiara now resides in Ominar and has for quite some time. In her time in the port city, she has seen the same sort of behavior the residents of Torqueo were quite well known for though now she is a different person altogether. In the time that has passed, she's honed her skills and her perception in an effort to realize a singular goal not unlike her mother before her. When the Prae took over, she knew it was the time to act and there would be no other way to achieve what needed to be done. Armed with knowledge and an appropriately unique manifestation of power, the now Eximius stage Licenti searches for a man she feels could be like-minded, or at the very least swayed to help her reach her goal. A man, another Eximius, who would surely listen to the plight of a fellow Licenti...[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Belongings/Equipment[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][hr]
[indent]The only thing Sheiara carries with her is her smartphone. She has no use for other belongings as she strongly believes in nonviolence where she can help it.[/indent]
[hr][sub][h3][b][i]Capabilities[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/color][hr][color=ffb6c1][indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Mental[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent]Sheiara is an extremely intelligent individual with a very calculating mentality. Her thoughts are carefully constructed before becoming spoken words and, though most cannot tell due to her somewhat unreadable disposition, she often finds herself calculating ahead for multiple scenarios in any given situation. Her mental fortitude is also high quality in that she is able to keep herself composed almost one hundred percent of the time in spite of the goings on of reality.[/indent]
[indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Physical[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent]Even though Sheiara is athletic and physically adept enough to hold her own in combat, she is not as physically strong as some. Being a proponent of nonviolence, she avoids combat any time she can, but when she is forced, the Licenti uses a form of hand-to-hand combat similar to that of one she once taught - Anton Dragomirov. This combat form consists mostly of defensive maneuvers and offense designed to use the opponents strength against themselves. In Sheiara's case, she uses her combat knowledge to create quick openings for herself to either escape the situation or use her ability. In the case of the latter, she still will not kill her opponent. In general, however, she will refuse to fight the majority of the time and due to her disinterest in combat, she has felt no need in getting physically stronger.[/indent]
[indent][sub][sub][h3][b][i]Magical/Technological[/i][/b][/h3][/sub][/sub][/indent]
[indent][b][i]Reverberation[/i][/b][/indent][indent][indent]Sheiara manifested a unique ability in her younger years that only honed as she got older. True to beliefs she holds deep within her heart, her power manifests in a form she refers to as Reverberation. In effect, she is able to "reverberate" force continuously with added manipulation over the intensity. For example, during combat, her general tactic is to create an opening where she can strike her opponent, but when the strike makes contact, she is able to "reverberate" the force from the attack endlessly. This can cause a single punch to feel like many more. On the flip side, when she is struck by an attack, though damaged, she would be able to "reverberate" the attack back onto her opponent and with increased intensity if she can make contact with them. In Sheiara's words, she is giving her opponent back their pain so they can understand how it feels to others and thereby cease the things they are doing to cause this pain. Even though it sometimes involves taking heavy damage from the people who are against her, she perceives that taking the pain is small price to pay to help another "understand". The only abnormality of her ability is the fact that she is the only one who possesses it. Her mother, to her knowledge, never held such a power and this puts her outside of the sub-species social system the Licenti normally use to identify themselves.[/indent][/indent][/color]
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