[b]Welcome to 'New Atlantis.'[/b]

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The morning dawned bright over the thriving city in the heart of the Island, the city of New Atlantis. It had been named for what many wished to call the Island when it became clear that the most agreeable name for the concealed landmass in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle was, in fact, no name at all. The air was already warm despite the early hour and the streets were beginning to slowly come to life. It was like any other day to most of the Capitol's denizens. There were at least 8 of these, however, that knew differently. Today was quite a special day in the history of the Island, and for it's future too. The selected participants would assemble to begin training with a top government and military official to become the Island's emissaries to the outside world and be the first to contact it since the Island was abandoned by the UN's scientists more than 80 years before. The air inside the facility where they would meet seemed to tingle with anticipation and excitement. The large, white stone building acted as the main building in which most of the Island's business was conducted and the participants letters instructed them to arrive at precisely 8 am in a specific room within its walls. They would enter the large, ornate wooden doors in the front and follow a long hall to the left of the reception desk. At the end of that hall, a left would be taken and two doors down on the right a set of stairs would lead them to the basement. On the far end of that basement a plain, metal door would beckon them forward, behind it lay the room and the person they were looking for.

Keilan Liles was a pale, pale white, slight and rather short, almost Fae-ish in appearance. Her dark hair was actually a deep, rich purple-black and her eyes were a clouded, true emerald, both working together to prove against any theory that she might have been an albino. Her ears were pointed slightly and several piercings were found in either. In a v-like shape on her forehead appeared to be small, matte blue-violet jewels, a closer inspection, however, revealed them to be small calcium-deposit like growths. Lastly, and by far the most noticeable feature of her mutation, were a large set of feathered wings sprouting from between her shoulder blades in the same dark purple shade of her hair. Another shocking feature for the participants would likely be her apparent youth. Keilan seemed no more than 24 or 25 years old, but sure enough she was, indeed, the contact and team leader they sought. 

Currently, the 5'1" tall woman was flitting up and down the length of the meeting table with an obvious eagerness written across her features. [i]Soon! Just a little while longer! Soon we can start and things will be wonderful![/i] She thought to herself as she grinned and paced, skimming a few inches off the floor every so often as her wings would flap with her over-abundance of energy. The first to enter, whether alone or in a pair, would be in for a surprise as the small bundle of hyper would be by them in a flash, giggling and wrapping him or her (perhaps even they) in a happy, surprisingly strong, but blessedly brief hug as Keilan squeaked out, "OH!! It's so fantastic! You're here already! You're the first!! Please, please sit the others will come soon! Then we can get started. Sit, sit, sit. There are drinks and snacks on the table. I'm so happy you decided to answer the acceptance!"