Name: Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Arachne, jumping spider subset

Appearance:


Personality: Aloof and silent, both traits nurtured by her profession, though that did not mean she was unfriendly, just averse to much talking. After all, she lived in a library, where a wealth of knowledge could be found. Why speak when you can read and gain more knowledge? Most of her expressions and traits seemed muted, toned down leading to the impression of a demure librarian doing her duty, and image belied by her secret affinity for the more... raunchier of writings. She's helpful when she needs to, mindful of what people need, but if asked about her hobby, she will deny it vehemently.

Biography: The library was all she had ever known. The Great Arachne Library of Eros, that's what they called it. A library containing great knowledge, with some books in languages so old only the greatest of wizards ever asked for them. She was not the only one there of course, for it contained a whole lot of her brethren, hence the Arachne in the title. Books were exchanged, some were gained, a few were lost, but always the library remained the same to her. It was not unpleasant, for Evfimiia's liked the predictable pace of it all. Wizards and adventurers came in from time to time, bearing news of war outside the isolated mountain they were in. Some books were lost in those wars as well. Hence, there was no reason why she would go out wandering again, not when most people balked at her looks alone.

But, that very same predictable pace made her extremely curious when one day she had this feeling that made all her hair bristle. That strange feeling whenever she looked towards an aisle, one that had been there ever since she could remember. A normal aisle full of books on either side, yet suddenly so alien. Curiosity took over her and she stepped towards it, trying to shake off that feeling.

The feeling that she should flee immediately.

Class: Great Moving Library. The mark on her hand is a simple < rune.

Gift: Evfimiia's gift was the ability to record and document anything she could observe and perceive onto a book, or if she doesn't have any empty one, a scroll will manifest with the information recorded. This will not give circumstantial information like their past experiences for sentients, or their thoughts, but simply a record of what they are and their properties. This also gives her the ability to manipulate information(ie the letters and words) on a book or scroll. A very important ability so one book does not get cluttered up with various information with no apparent groupings, giving her the ability to classify them into different books should she wish to.

Natural Powers: Being a jumping spider, she naturally has the ability to jump really really good, from about 10 to 50 times her own body height, depending on the conditions of that jump. Fast in general, especially over level ground. Being a spider also gives her the ability to generate threads of silk she can hang on to like a rope. Hard chitinous exoskeleton covers her lower half, acting as a sort of natural armor. Does have venom in her fangs, though it is not extremely poisonous, it does cause some pain, though smaller creatures may find it deadlier to them.

Talents: Speedreading, great memory, well educated, able to write fast and precisely with good handwriting without blotting the ink with the quill, great manual dexterity with her hands, actually cooking, washing, and maintaining a book. To a lesser extent, hunting since that was something ingrained into her instincts, though she might balk at having to bite dirty unwashed animals.

Weaknesses: She can stand heat, but she's more susceptible to cold than most creatures. While her bottom half was tough, her upper more human part was still fleshy and easy to hack. While she can produce silk, being a jumping spider means she wasn't actually proficient at weaving anything with them. Has absolutely no real combat skill, preferring to flee instead of fight if she can. Has this curious impulse to stand on anything tall and flat at the top.

Other:

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 116 lb.
Race: Kitsune (one-tailed)

Appearance: Her true form is that of a petite teenage girl with light auburn hair, warm brown eyes and a fox's ears and tail. She usually hides her vulpine features, though they tend to reappear when she is surprised, embarrassed, or concentrating. She wears simple and lightweight dresses, preferring freedom of movement to the protection afforded by armor.


Personality: Kaede is the type of girl that manages to leave everyone with a good first impression. Her cheerful and inquisitive attitude charms all but the most grizzled curmudgeons, and those meeting her for the first time rarely notice just how much lighter their wallets are upon leaving her shop. Her positivity is genuine, however; the people of her village treat her nicely with no manipulation necessary. Of course, it helps that she funnels most of her earnings back into the village through gifts and funding for community projects.

Biography: Kaede has lived all her life in a small village on the edge of a forest, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and running a small general store, trading between the villagers, traveling merchants, and the occasional adventuring party. She has sometimes fantasized about joining with one, but always decided to stay with the life she had always known.

Class: Arcane Trickster
Mark: A smiling mask

Gift: Cover the Mind's Eye (Kaede's illusions replace sensory information in the mind of the target, rather than projecting information into the outside environment.)

Natural Powers: Shapeshifting (appearance only), Foxfire (small blue flames that can be controlled telekinetically; they do not burn living things.)

Talents:
-Convincing actress (and liar)
-Skilled and dexterous knife fighter
-Sharp senses
-Good cook
-Magical potential (illusion and nature magic, not yet learned)

Weaknesses:
-Below average strength and endurance
-Rather insecure, rarely opens up to others
-Unfamiliar with post-medieval technology

Other:

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• Monstrous Physique
  
  Even as a runt, Jackal is a ferocious beast of a humanoid. With scales as hard as stone, claws,
  a tail that can act like a spear, and horns on top a powerful maw, This 800+ pound lizard is built for the path of a brute. At his absolute limit he can lift up to 1 ton or 2,000 lbs at most, though he is far more comfortable moving 3/4's of that limit. He can deal bone-breaking blows and can smash a wall in with his fist rather then a tool.
• Born of fire
  
  Most reptiles of Reijar have a natural heat immunity, unable to be burned by even the most extreme of temperatures, including temperatures exceeding what they experience in the wild such as lava and the fire-breathing of other reptiles. This immunity does not apply to other forms of damage from fire-based attacks, such as explosive force or drowning in lava. The Gorgas race are walking flamethrowers, they have a sac within their throats that can exhale a flammable bio-gas at will. This gas can be ignited through sparks, which can be made by flicking the carbonized tips of their forked tongues against their lips which are also lined with a natural carbon-like substance which when struck together at the right angle can create sparks potent enough to set that ejected gas ablaze. Through this technique they are able to breathe jets of iron-melting fire from their maw with a range of 7 meters; however they suffer from a cool-down period for their bodies to restore their 'fuel reserves' for the fire-breathe, which typically takes about 2 minutes.

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• Blacksmith
  
  Though the Gorgasi are primitive they are able to make metal equipment by handcrafting it. Using their firebreathe or an open pool of molten rock they can liquify iron and then mold the shape of the molten metal with their hands as if it were clay. This technique allows fast metal work, though the unique handcrafted designs are inferior to traditional blacksmithing. Blades are a bit blunt and the craftswork can be a bit sloppy.
• Handyman
  
  As a primitive race Jackal is used to the lifestyle of using thatch and stone for tools and shelter. He is an expert on making temporary shelters, keeping a fire going, building tools and repairing equipment.
• Predator
  
  Sharp eyes that illuminate in darkness, and a snake-like sense of smell with his tongue give Jackal the tracking tools of an apex predator. He has plenty of experience hunting wild animals and beasts for meat as that is the only source of food his tribe has. Unfortunately his race don't bother to cook their food much, but he can at least gather the meat for his allies.

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• Cold Blooded
  
  The hot and tropical world of Reijar rarely deals with cold or mild climates, save for cold deserts nights and the occasional mountain summit. Like most ectothermic animals, despite their heat immunity, Gorgasi are extremely vulnerable to the cold. They cannot produce their own body heat naturally, attempting to keep themselves warm with their firebreathing is inefficient and exhausting with its cool-down. They rely on heat to help digest food, keep their body active, and blood pumping. Even in room temperature Gorgasi tend to become lethargic and less energetic. Any colder then 70 degrees Farenheit is potentially fatal to a Gorgasi, left alone too long in such an environment will kill them.
• Primitive Mind
  
  The Gorgasi aren't smart when it comes to abstract concepts. They are only smart when it comes to survival, and even then they may succumb to the wild thrills or rage of a berserker warrior.
• Berserker
  
  An enraged Gorgasi is dangerous not only to foes but to themselves. Their sense of danger and pain become subdued by their bloodlust and anger, a rage that can be triggered merely by being in danger in the first place, or say the loss of a trusted comrade. It is often for the Gorgasi to sacrifice themselves in combat both out of honor and through the sheer desire of blood lust. A Gorgas will gladly lose an arm or leg if it means that his foe will die.

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Name: Illia Anastasia

Age: 300 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Magic-Touched Human. Far more long-lived than the average human.



Personality:
Most people see her as a kind and caring mage, as she would happily mingle with the populace and even let children tug on her robes. However, that didn't mean she was naive, as her 300 year experience on life has made her a wise and knowledgeable mage. She knows when to hold back and when to act with her full strength. She is easily disgusted with any injustice. She will punish any evildoers and criminals she happens to find in her travels, sometimes in unpleasant ways. As a long-lived mage, she isn't bound by the rules and laws of society, and she will sometimes inflict cruel punishments into people whose crimes she finds most revolting.

Biography:
She was born as an illegitimate child of a local noble who forced himself into one of his powerless subjects. Her poor mother died when she was born, leading her to be sent to a local orphanage. At her early years, she had already manifested her affinity for the extremely rare force magic, leading her to be ostracized by her friends since in those days magic was something scary and odd to the common folk. When she was twelve, she learned about who her father was. At that time, her father had succeeded her grandfather to be the local lord. His excessive spending had led his house into a financial ruin, and he compensated with unfairly taxing her village, to the point of starvation. One fateful day, he visited the orphanage. There, he forced the owner to pay his due taxes with force, kicking the poor old man to the ground when he said they had no more money left. And then, when he laid hand on one of the older orphans, he said to the old man that he would take her as a replacement for his tax. The poor girl was dragged to his carriage screaming and kicking. Here, Ilia exploded at the display of injustice in front of her. With her magic, she controlled the guards' swords and made them stab their owners and her father. They all died that day. Of course, she couldn't live in the orphanage any longer after doing such a crime so she left the village. She travelled around aimlessly, not knowing where to go and what to do. She became an even bigger criminal with a bounty on her head after she killed more cruel and evil people with her ability. But eventually, the mages heard of her. And they came to her and explained everything about her power and offered her to go with them to their abode to learn its mastery. And she accepted.

She grew into a powerful mage. But unlike the other mages, who had accepted a life of isolation free from the rest of the world, she couldn't forget the terrible state of the human world. After becoming the leader of the mages in her 100-year of age, the previous one choosing her as his successor, she declared war on the corrupt human world. It didn't take much until all kings and queens on the world bowed down to the mages, thanks to the superior magical weaponry and ability her kind possesses and the fractured state of the non-magicians. Her one world magocracy had become reality. She then declares that all mages shall use their power for the benefit of everyone, and not just themselves.

The world soon transformed into a new era, where magicians freely mingled with the non-mages. The quality of life became much higher thanks to the magic freely shared amongst the populace. People who scorned and hated the mages for taking over soon was won over. And now, it was 200 years later and the magocracy was still going strong. And Illia still travelled amongst the masses, making sure that her subordinates didn't abuse their authority. Only a handful of people knew who she really was so most people only knew her as the kind-hearted traveller mage.

Class:
Archmage.

The symbol on her left hand is a complex magic circle.


Gift:
Telepathy. She could now converse to others without speaking. The other side can also respond as long as she hasn't closed the line, so to speak. Has a quite large radius.

Natural Powers:
1. Telekinesis
As a force mage, she could move objects without touching them. The heavier the object the harder it would be for her to move them, so with sufficient brute force, you could resist her spell. Has a radius of ten feet in a circle around her.
2. Barrier
Another application of her force magic was a barrier that repelled anything, even other magic. But once again, they are limits to its strength and like the above, it uses up her mana. The stronger the attack, the more mana it drains.

Her two ability can only be used at maximum strength with her staff. Without it, she cannot cast Barrier and her telekinesis only has a radius of five feet with its strength reduced.

Talents:
She is pretty good at sewing and cooking. She can also speak all the language in her world. And she is extremely knowledgeable in all things magical in nature. She's also able to make magical items if the necessary ingredients are available.

Weaknesses:
She has a weak physical strength and endurance. If she runs, she will be out of breath near instantly.

Other:
Secretly wish she can have a husband. 300 years of living and she's still a maiden.

Name: Aleksander Slavik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:
Outside of his armor, he is a clean shaven man of eastern European descent. Despite his age his constant exercise and meditations make him extraordinarily fit and appear youthful. He is 5’11” tall and has burn marks and scars in various locations around his body, a reminder of his victories in the Third and Fourth Tiberium war.

Personality: Likes to face problems head on with little regard for caution, though he will practice caution should an action be suicidal. Does not tolerate incompetent or useless allies and will try to alter this behavior through any means deemed necessary.

Biography: Aleksander has been with the Black Hand since nearly the start of his military career. His loyalty to the Brotherhood of Nod and his stamina made him an ideal candidate for the hazardous and extreme training required. Those that survived were deemed worthy of the elite status and gear provided to the devout. He first saw action in 2052 when the Black Hand aided the Marked of Kane with securing the Tacitus from the G.D.I. complex in the Rocky Mountains and succeeded despite facing fierce resistance and nearly a tenth of all G.D.I. armed forces being amassed in bunkers underneath the mountains. Since then he quickly rose to the rank of Archdeacon for his service and feats to the Brotherhood.

The last thing he remembers before waking up in the field was defending the last Threshold tower from Rouge G.D.I. in 2077. Aleksander fought viciously with his brothers as G.D.I.’s offensive crumbled, not even their prototype Arcus Bomber succeeded in breaching Nod’s defenses. Shortly after, with the tower fully powered, a massive anomaly appeared centered from within the tower creating a portal to an unknown location. The resulting energy caused a shockwave that rippled for miles knocking Aleksander into a wall rendering him unconscious.

That brings him to when he woke up. He found himself in a field surrounded by strange creatures he has never seen before. Some bears resemblance to humans in some way, others not so much. On his hand, he felt heat. This, on closer inspection, revealed to be a branding of the Black Hand insignia with a faint red glow. With little clue on why or how he arrived here, he is not keen on staying far from his brothers. For the first time in decades, even with these other beings near him, he feels alone.

Class: Black Hand

Gift: Pyrokinesis- Though Aleksander has limited ability to create fire; he demonstrates extraordinary control over the physical properties of any flame. Which includes but is not limited to; extending the duration, size, and spreading the flames. As a side effect, he is more resistant to fire than a normal Black Hand operative, to the point of being nearly immune.

Natural powers: Extreme Stamina - Aleksander rarely tires from exhaustion
Heat resistance- Can withstand temperatures upwards of 4500 degrees centigrade
Durable- His armor grants great resistance to ballistics and heat based weaponry but a weakness to energy type of attacks. In addition it possesses a minor self-repair function though it is largely useless in combat
Extreme heat- His flamethrower is fueled by a specially modified ‘jelly’ mixed with liquid Tiberium. The mixture allows for a slow burn at temperatures exceeding 2500 degrees centigrade.

Talents: Can be inspiring to allies and cause fear in others. Adept in CQC and Urban warfare and can craft basic traps.

Weaknesses: Any type of energy based attacks or corrosive materials. He lacks the range to effectively engage distant targets. Though his armor provides protection against most environmental hazards, it does not completely protect against extreme hazards such as absolute zero or lack of oxygen.

Other:

Name: Rafael

Age: Unknown, lost track.

Gender: Male

Race: Was once human, now a Mutant.

Appearance:


Standing at six feet and five inches, Rafael is a pretty intimidating sight. He has a heavy build, although no one knows whether he just shapes himself that way or if that's how he naturally looks. His chitin is a matte black color with the occasional glowing red spot. The only eye visible is a pure white that has a dim glow to it.

Personality:
Rafael is a fairly calm individual, keeping his cool in most situations. This is mostly so the mutating virus within his body doesn't change him even more. Although once he does lose his temper it's best to just hide until he calms down because he grows incredibly violent much like the mythical berserkers. He tends to keep to himself as well, large crowds don't mesh well with him. Paranoia was his 'friend', due to being an experiment he was always looking over his shoulder for the next bounty hunter. Luckily he was very empathetic, able to read other peoples emotions easily to see whether they intended harm or not.

Biography:
Rafael honestly doesn't really remember much of what he was doing before he showed up in this weird plain of grass. He can vaguely recall that he had just finished with a skirmish when it felt like something hit him from behind. A white flash, either from whatever pulled him here or him falling unconscious, and he woke up to the feel of soft grass on his face. Hell he hadn't seen grass in years and he toyed with it for a bit before looking to the people around him. They were looking at the wall with the single opening. So off he went to go explore, since what else was there to do? He'd get hungry eventually and he doubted the people would like it if he ate them.

Class: Juggernaut


Gift:
Boosted Regeneration: Rafael naturally had regeneration but upon arriving in this world he noticed it was faster. Bones healed in a couple days, flesh wounds and smaller in minutes to hours depending on the severity. Less than a week for a limb to grow back instead of a month or more.

Natural Powers:

• Adaptive Weaponry: His weapons are a part of him. Fingers turning into long claws. His whole arm turning into a bladed whip with a range of fifteen feet. Whatever weapon suits the enemy at hand.
• Acidic Blood: Less of a power and more a 'miracle' of science. His blood is a highly corrosive compound that burns and melts everything but glass. A good "got ya" capability when in melee combat.
• Spawn: There are mouths in his hands that can lay a pair of eggs. They mature in seconds and turn into medium sized dog-like creatures with nasty claws. They're easily killed but there's two plus their creator.

Talents:

• CQC: Rafael is at home up close and personal with his enemies. He has few ranged capabilities so he relies on hand to hand fighting.
• Photographic Memory: He's able to remember everything he sees down to the smallest detail. It was handy where he was originally from.
• Hacker: He's from a time where there's a lot of tech floating around. To get around himself he learned how to break systems. (He knows the stuff but I personally do not)
• Body Shifting: This is less a power and more of a talent since it alters nothing but physical shape. He can go from a lean build to looking like he just ate a factory of steroids. His strength and mind are unaltered, just his bodies appearance.

Weaknesses: Rafael can not stand fire, it cooks him in his own chitinous armor plating. In his own words "If we were a part of a game we would receive double the damage.". He's not to fond of cold but it doesn't hurt or kill him, it merely slows him down.

Other: Refers to himself in plurals. Such as we, us, and ours.

Name: Septim
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: Quite tall at 6'1, Septim's most distinctive features are probably his bright green eyes framed by messy red hair and the three markings on both his upper arms. His physique is more the result of physical labor than something built up through exercise, and the slight tan seems to be from spending time under the sun. He's rarely clean shaven, though it typically doesn't get much longer than some stubble.

Armored up, the bright red pieces somehow manage not to stand out when he moves in the shadows or through a forest's underbrush. A property of the metal or some enhancement placed on the pieces perhaps?

Personality: Septim is a fairly upbeat man, rarely dwelling on negatives for longer than necessary. He greets strangers with enthusiasm and is quick to look for friendship, while remaining polite and respectful. To people he's more familiar with, Septim can come off as cocky at times and he's certainly not lacking in confidence when it come to his own abilities. With an intense interest in weaponry of all sorts, he often jumps at the opportunity to examine the strange and exotic. Otherwise he doesn't seem particularly interested in learning more than needed for him to perform his duties.

While he rarely gets the opportunity to given his role, Septim seems to enjoy putting on a show during combat. Peppering enemies as he slides into cover or vaulting over an enemy to get a shot at his buddy and then shooting them in the back. He doesn't get a kick out of killing, even if he has no qualms about it.

Biography: A fresh Mark had appeared and it fell on them to secure it before the other factions could arrive. It was a pity that Primro and Quintus couldn't join them, dispatched on other tasks, but the six of them would have to make do. They'd departed immediately after the news had arrived and traveled for three days to arrive at the outskirts of the Mark's location. While the others busied themselves with setting up camp, he and Trece had exchanged the usual remarks before they moved on ahead to scout out the location.

It was always interesting to investigate a Mark. Sometimes they formed in subtle ways, and other times they gouged themselves into the land and flattened things for a distance all around them. Like in this case. It was hard to give exact numbers, but he suspected the Mark was almost 100 meters across and the forest had been flattened for about a mile all around. Even three days later, the area had yet to settle down from such a drastic change and his surroundings were abuzz with activity. Not too problematic, and Septim could hardly complain given he couldn't find any signs of activity from the Watchers or Conclave. They probably wouldn't arrive for another day at the least, giving them a bit of free time to set up.

He looked around one last time before Septim dropped off the branch and fell towards the forest floor. Tucking himself into a roll, his surroundings darkened for a moment, and then he found himself crouched in a wide open field instead of a busy forest.

Class: Marksman, and the symbol looks like the marks that appear behind him when he manifests his weapons. Three lines on both sides of a central, higher, line.

Gift: [Re-Shift] The Gift to blink in any direction a few meters, Septim is able to chain together several blinks forward to move rapidly across short distances. He can also shift himself back to a previous position within a few meters. Though this requires much longer in between uses, it also has the property of reversing his condition as well, allowing him to escape from danger untouched.

Natural Powers: Septim boasts heightened senses and mental acuity. A consummate tracker with both senses and mind to notice the slightest details, his abilities also aid him in combat, be it tracking a target at range or taking aim at several enemies at once.

Each of the Knights holds the ability to call forth weapons formed of hard light, and Septim is the user of firearms. He tends to favor a pair of handguns for combat, albeit creating other forms is possible as well.

Talents: Septim often acted as a medic for his comrades, and has decent knowledge and experience when it comes to first aid and medical treatments. In addition to being a skilled tracker, Septim is just as good at disappearing without leaving a trace of his passage. His experience working alone means he's a survivalist that won't have much trouble surviving almost anywhere in the wilderness. Moderately skilled in swordplay, he's not helpless if his magic fails him for some reason.

Outside of his profession, Septim is a fair dancer and has a smooth singing voice. He's a good woodcarver as well, often whittling away at some piece with a small carving knife as something to keep his hands busy.

Weaknesses: Without his helmet on, Septim's heightened sense of smell and hearing can often be overwhelming. His eyes can somewhat adjust, but loud noises and powerful scents are bothers at best and crippling at times. Water interferes with Septim's ability to call forth weaponry. Heavy rainfall weakens his firearms and makes maintaining them difficult, while being in water prevents their usage entirely. While more independent than his kin, Septim is still very keen on the acceptance of others and does not enjoy operating as a lone wolf.

Other: Live a little!

Name:Sieve

Age:27 year old body, six months since being reanimated

Gender: Male skeleton, no pronoun preference

Race: Undead human

Appearance:

Sieve is the reanimated skeleton of a plague victim. After six months of being re-alive he has been stripped of his flesh and is now literally a set of bones held together by magic. A hyper-conservative plague doctor uniform allows him to blend in a bit, although months of wear and tear have caused it to gray out and have a few rough edges here and there. His wand is made of charred wood and is worthless in actual combat situations, serving only as a decoration for civilians to trust him. It was carefully picked to not be too big, so as too not look ridiculous when held by a pair of suspiciously thin hands.

His hat is stitched into his outfit, and is made out of a thick and affordable leather. Sieve's metal mask has more scratches and dings than any headwear has the right to, and by his old world's safety regulations is a safety violation in every stretch of the word.

Sieve's robes are sewn from a thin and surprisingly rough cloth and require him to awkwardly curtsy in formal situations, hiding his pvc pipe shaped body and a pair of muddy, chunky work boots.

EDIT: Forgot to include his height, 5'6".

Personality: The few other plague prototypes that became sentient either rejected their role in life or directly rebelled. Sieve saw the foreign organization that created him as heroes and would naively follow orders to avoid the shameful feeling of being a burden. While he lied to himself about voluntarily saving people, the truth was that Sieve was afraid of being alone and without purpose. After the events on his old world he matured significantly, but is now riddled with the trauma of possibly being the only survivor of a doomed world.

Sieve is optimistic by nature and tends to treat serious things as if they were no big deal, and vice versa. His obsession with proving himself has ramped up to higher levels now that he's gotten stronger, while simultaneously guilting him when he feels that he has not done enough.

As a plague doctor he's used to entering dangerous environments and being the mine canary of his groups, developing a reckless streak over time. Charging skull-first into danger is what he was quite literally born to do. "Honor" means nothing to him and Sieve will happily run away if it means being safe.

Biography: In a distant universe, a victorian steampunk world took it's last doomed wheeze. Artificial plagues created by necromancers killed in the hundreds, all for the sake of obtaining clean bodies. Foreign powers realized that the threat would soon leak into their lands and concluded that the only way to neutralize death was by creating more death. Sieve was one of the first of the undead created by imprisoned necromancers for the sake of controlling disease, an ideal task for someone unaffected by pestilence.

After six months of working as a plague doctor Sieve encountered the end of his journey. His travels revealed that outsiders only looked at his homeland as a weapons testing ground and a longterm human psychology test, and that he was a failed prototype for virtue of being sentient. His creator was long dead, his human colleagues were being ordered to destroy him on sight and the plague spread to every nation like a ravenous bonfire. With no where else to go Sieve fell into a deep despair, having learned that his efforts towards saving others were in vain. It was then that he crossed into a strange new world, sensing the ability to try again.

Class: A plague doctor whose abilites translate into a scout character. Has a large round heart marked on his forehead.

Gift: Sieve can "slide" from place to place by carefully focusing on the wind keeping his frame intact to push him forward. It's only slightly faster than running, but is silent.

Natural Powers: Sieve has the ability to control air, like the kind his skeleton is magically held by. This allows him to use "hard" air and "soft" air. The former allows the creation of a rectangular barrier of air that deflects attacks. Hard air is noisy when used successfully, as the whip-crack noise of the sound barrier implies it has defended the caster well.

"Soft" air is used for offensive purposes. It's a small sphere of cycling air that can be used as a projectile. Sieve can also use it to land softly from high distances, but it's not advisable if there's another way available due to how draining it would be.

Talents: Skilled at using his wind magic and agile enough to dodge attacks that would have otherwise obliterated his skeletal form. Sieve isn't a master of social engineering but can avoid revealing his identity for vital amounts of time when dealing with regular people. He is also knowledgeable on disease, although that may be debatable in the new world.

Weaknesses: Being aware that he was created for the sake of saving people only to fail completely at it has filled Sieve with a mildly destructive urge to do good, as well as a crippling fear of being seen as "Lesser".

Being reliant on magical air to keep your skeleton put together means that if Sieve were to be 100% cut off from magic he would be a pile of bones and not much else. While damage to individual bones isn't fatal, cracking the area of his skull that contains his heart mark would instantly kill him.

Name:
Aidrien Kaiser

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:

Aidrien Kaiser is a thin man standing at 5'9" with jet black hair nearly to his shoulders and Emerald eyes. On the left side of his face is a scar, reaching from his ear to he corner of his mouth, healed, and rather old in appearance. His right hand is missing the ring finger, and has been severely burned, up midway of his forearm
While thin, he is rather healthy

Personality:
Kaiser is a man who likes the taste of alcohol and his own home made smokes. He will often be found smoking,or drinking, or both, and can get rather iritated without them. He is, however, a rather friendly person. He will greet you, he will make small talk, and as long as you dont take his booze, he will work to make nice.
You go about taking his..."things" away, and he will become very hostile, very quickly.
He can be seen as a rather posessive individual, and sometimes come across as rude as he often objectifies most things, including people and even emotions. He can claim these as "his". And while he can share "his things", (his friends, his family, ect.) He is very protective of them

Biography:
Kaiser worked as a traveling healer and mercant. A man known to move from village to village, aiding the sick, and setting up shop for afew days,before moving on.
Before he woke in the endless field, he had been aiding a child...right? No...thats not right...
He was chained...the screams...echo'd...
"Murderer! Murderer!" The voices called as the crowd gathered, screaming for payment. Men,women and children...as they lit the fires at his feet...
That couldnt be it...could it? He couldnt remember...

Class:
Combat Medic, Apothecary


Gift:
Oral Omnintellegence. He is able to recognize the properties and uses, chemically, of any material through taste

Natural Powers:
General resistance to chemicals

Talents:
Alchemy, medical knowledge, uses of toxins and herbal remedies
Adaptability.

Weaknesses:
Heights, thunder, limited ranged combat, haunted by the past, doesnt explain things well, is addicted to a herbal cigar he makes, constant maigrains, alcoholic

Other:
Theme- "A sadness runs through him" by the hoosers
Brought with him is a case, luckily, carrying his supplies. Straps to the back for easy movement

Concoctions made have wide ranges of effects.

~Lizaveta Koshkov~

"WAHAHA!~ Did you see that? It's head went all 'pbbblt'! Ahaha, that never gets old! Hm? Oh sorry friend. I didn't see you there. Ooh, you've got some blood on your clothes there. Lemme get that~"

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Name:
Lizaveta Koshkov

Age:
Awake for Six Years
Physical age Appears somewhere around fifteen years of age.

Gender:
Female

Race:
Psionically and Bionically Enhanced Human (Advanced Clone Trooper)

Appearance:
Standing about average height for a person her age, Liza is far from physically intimidating or impressive, which often leads other to severely underestimate the teenager. She has a slim build, with some muscle definition and pale skin. She has brown hair typically tied into a ponytail with grey eyes and is often seen wearing a smirk or otherwise generally happy smile.

She often wears a black cloak over a black and red military uniform covering her top, and with short pants and black stockings adorning her legs. Black and red loose fitting boots are worn on her feet.

Personality:
Incredibly spunky? Liza is incredibly energetic, and absolutely is almost seen never frowning or otherwise down. She enjoys life, and likes people. She absolutely loves spending time around other people. She likes talking, hanging out, playing, and otherwise just generally goofing off. Indeed, from her initial demeanor one wouldn't take her seriously at all. She'd likely just appear to be a little girl with a liking for military and uniform cosplay. She is a very relaxed individual most of the time and tends to go with the crowd fairly well.

They'd be horribly wrong in that regard.

Liza is a trained soldier. Worse really - a trained murderer. She was designed for one thing and one thing only. Small team of operatives, to take out the Empires enemies and see them done in. An assassin, if one had to get technical. She spares no remorse at all for those she kills, and indeed seems even to enjoy the act - often making jokes and generally just taking a general lackadaisical, jaded, mildly sociopathic approach to death or injury. Sarcasm, dark humor, and other such things will likely be heard quite a bit when dealing with such things.

Biography:

Expendable.

That word had hung over her head every day for her brief six years of existence. Oh sure, she was their most important little pet project to be sure, but the Empire didn't care. They just wanted results, and if you didn't get results - you got the axe. Quite literally in some cases. She had made sure to keep herself useful becasue of it.

...didn't matter now though, did it? Haha, well, she at least had a bit of a fun life, didn't she? Not that anyone outside of the military would even have known of her existence. Most civilians were absolutely terrified of her and her brothers and sisters - with good reason.

Pft, oh well.

Stranded and the Empire quite likely leaving her and the robot here for good, well...a nap after a long day of work sounded nice.

Class:
Psionic Super Soldier



Gift:
Life Detection:
She can effectively detect things with 'souls' in quite a large radius around her. Makes Ambushes rather moot, and allows for efficient tracking of targets. Granted, she doesn't know what exactly she's tracking - she can just tell you their number, roughly the size of it, etc.

Natural Powers:
Nanites:
Liza was an experimental soldier, even among the clone super-soldiers the Empire pumped out to fill out its front lines. How exactly? Well, she was given nanites to living inside of her body. These Nanites so far have been the key to her living as long as she has. They posses a variety of functions, being able to not only heal her body at an advanced rate, they are able to regulate all of her bodily functions, scrub her blood clean of poison and toxins, stimulate muscle activity to ensure peak physical strength and endurance, and otherwise ensure her body functions at 110% efficiency and keep her otherwise healthy.

These nanites are controlled by an on-board computer shielded from EMPs and other electrical pulses. They can create new ones from materials consumed by Liza - effectively meaning she can pretty much eat anything without worry if it poisonous or not since the Nanites would break it down and use it as material for construction. They are mostly fully automated, and come with state of the art anti-tampering software.

Unfortunately, they are locked to her DNA pattern and will cause rapid, self destruction and organic breakdown upon being inserted into anyone elses blood stream. Could be used as an effective tool for killing someone.

Enhanced Reaction time:
Sometimes the more subtle abilities work much better than overly flashy ones - that was the logic behind this particular ability anyways. Essentially, this gift allows her a limited 'Bullet time' effect, giving her much better time to react to threats and simply think faster and longer on the field. Essentially, she can choose to view things in slow-motion. Of course, this doesn't mean she can dodge or predict everything - she has to actually be physically capable of being able to dodge or react. Granted, as a vat-baby with genetics specifically geared towards agility and speed she's rather swift on her feet.

Talents:
- CQC, mainly focusing on kicks and swift, fast attacks due to her size.
- Excellent marksman
- Tends to take a more strategic and commanding role most of the time.
- Surprisingly, a fairly good cook.

Weaknesses:
- Doesn't like being ordered around.
- under no circumstance, will she ever be found taking things seriously
- Despite being skilled with hand to hand combat, she's not the most strong of people. The nanites do passively stimulate her muscles ensuring she'll at least be ahead of average, however, she'll never likely match someone in brute strength. This means she's effectively kind of useless against larger foes without a firearm or bladed weapon of some sort.

Other:
Eats a lot. The Nanites take quite a bit of food she eats and use it for their own purposes.