Character you have created: Nicole MacNamara
Alias: Walker
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Azure F0FFFF
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret, trying to keep it that way



Character Personality:
Nicole is a scrapper, born and bred in the rough neighbourhoods of Hell's Kitchen to a poor family of workers. She knows life is tough, sometimes overwhelmingly so, but she battles on because really, what other choice do you have? She tries to maintain a positive attitude and see the good in the world, but the past three months have not been kind to her, and it's starting to wear pretty hard. It doesn't help that her hormones are raging about, and not showing any signs of cutting back soon.
There are many things that aggravate Nicole, and those fluctuate day to day. But several things drive her at this point. She thirsts, desires like nothing else she's known before, to satisfy her sense of justice. She knows gangs are horrible, and senseless violence bad, but otherwise her sense of justice is entirely based out of what her working-class father managed to teach her, mainly that 'hard work's rewarded, and good prevails'. She is somewhat arbitrary in what she believes might be just or not, and, for example, will happily smash a man in the face for shoplifting. In short, her responses will most likely be physically violent, and sometimes not proportional.
She has found over the last couple of months that she generally enjoys fighting, which is probably not going to endear her to her idol. Also on her list of not-so-heroic traits: She has no problems stealing to live, though not from the poor. Sneaking her way into places, killing those she thinks deserve it, fighting with the police if they try and take her in; None of this is beyond her. She will do anything to achieve her goals.

Uniform/costume:



Origin Info/Details: Nicole grew up the youngest of three girls born to a poor electrician and his wife in Hell's Kitchen. She had, as far as she could tell, everything she wanted from life, even if she didn't necessarily eat every night and never got to see parks. But she was happy, and tha was important. She did...okay in school, though she was neither exceptional nor all that motivated. Early on, she got the bug to read her older sisters comics books, and when her mom taught her about Lady Liberty, she was fascinated. She grew up thinking that the only thing she wanted to do was to be a superhero. She got her wish in the most horrific way she could imagine.
She missed the news broadcasts warning that Pax MetaHumana was coming, and Nicole was busy bringing groceries back to her house when she had to take cover from a gang fight that broke out nearly on her tenement building's front step. As she crouched, waiting for everything to calm down at least long enough for her to get inside, the crackling green energy washed over her street, and for just a moment, she knew everything. Just as quickly, that knowledge and her memory of it was gone, and she was left feeling slightly nauseous. Trying to figure out what was going on, she peeked up over the dumpster she had taken cover behind. Which was when the street exploded.
Later, she pieced together what had happened. Apparently, one of the combatants near her had gained the ability to explode forward and detonate like a rocket, somehow without taking damage. One of the opposing folks had developed lightning powers, and a host of minor physical abilities may have occurred on both sides. All Nicole knew at the time was that the dumpster had launched into her in a cloud of flying debris, launching her through the brick wall behind her, and everything went dark as a corner of the building collapsed onto her.
Her parents were both killed in the building's collapse, and one of her sisters was killed by fighting in the streets during the mass panic that occurred. When she woke up and found out what happened, Nicole nearly lost her mind then and there. But the news broadcasts in the area included mentions of the heroes fighting to stop what had killed her family, and somewhere deep down, her mind latched on to the hero Icon as the one who stopped it from happening to any further cities, despite the reality of it being a whole confederation of heroes. She spent several days learning what she could about him, and then, grabbing some gear to keep herself hidden so she didn't get taken in as a runaway, she began the long trek to Lost Haven. She aims to become his apprentice, or at least learn how to hero, and stop things like the Pax Metahumana event from ever destroying another family. Since she is underage, she has had to make her way to the city on foot

Hero Type (Select one): Brick

Power Level (Select one below): Street
Powers (Be Specific):

Set Adrift: Nicole is caught outside of time, temporally unset. Her position in time varies greatly, so much so that, using the "Trousers of Time" or branching dimensions explanation of Multiverse Theory, she exists as the same person in all possible universes, though not physically, because all of those incarnations of her exists at the same point in time, the present. Mentally and spiritually, she is normal, but anything that attempts to affect her physically would have to affect her for all of time, all at once.
Effectively, she is conventionally invulnerable. Kinetic impacts, energy, poisons; nothing can affect her for her entire existence at the moment it happens, and thus is negated entirely, not even capable of breaking the surface of her skin. This also means nothing can change her body from the point she was temporally destabilised. She cannot starve, cannot suffocate, and will not age. Her muscles cannot be damaged, so she enjoys a slight increase of strength over average humans, and can lift more than she should be able to because she doesn't have to fear bone breakage or soft tissue rupture.
Oddly, this does not affect her memory like it logically should, and neural pathways can still form, though only in her brain(see below about muscle memory). She is also slowly losing any sort of fear, due to her complete inability to encounter things that cause her pain. That could change, given what she might face off against later.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses:

She does not age. She is fifteen. While she might enjoy immortality for a little bit, she will never be physically an adult. She will never be taken seriously as an adult. And she is permanently in the final stages of puberty, unable to ever escape the ravages of hormonal fluctuations.
Anything that ignores one's temporal position can affect her as per normal. This means she is susceptible to magical enchantment, psionics, having her soul ripped out, and other things like that. Directly damaging magic, such as hurling a fireball at her, however, still has no effect. Theoretically,if one could do enough damage to affect her for all of time, one could wear down her physical defenses and damage her, but in practise this would be almost impossible except for extremely powerful speedsters.
She isn't all that bright, and as a fifteen year old is convinced that she knows exactly how the world works, despite any evidence that other people might know more than her(with the exception of Icon). While that might change a little over time, it will never completely go away.
Despite being undamageable, she is still subject to all of the other normal physics a one hundred and twenty-pound girl might face. She can be buried in rubble and rendered immobile, launched into space to adrift forever, sunk to the bottom of the ocean, tied up, etc. Her natural strength can only go so far.
Speaking of strength, her unchanging body comes with a curse. She was somewhat strong for her age due to some sports training, but she while she will never suffer muscle degradation, she will never gain muscle mass, either. No matter how much she might need out of her muscles, they will never grow any stronger. She will never get any more flexible, never get any faster, never gain muscle memory for martial training.
Being undamageable has some psychological effects, as well. Nicole is completely reckless, having no concern at all for tactics, delicate situations, or really anything beyond completing her task. She also has a tendency to forget what might hurt or kill normal people.
If anything should infect her somehow, while she would be immune to ill effects, she is the perfect carrier for disease. And no known medical test can possibly work on her, returning nothing but errors or blank screens, needles unable to puncture her skin, etc. Though she can produce saliva, so that's something.
She has no sense of internal timing anymore, saving for those reflexes needed for combat. So while she can time and dodge a punch if she needed to, she is constantly late, having no idea what time it might be even from moment to moment. This effect of her displacement also causes her vision to be slightly blurred in a way no corrective lenses can correct, as her eyes see everything both slightly ahead and behind of its actual position in the present.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Her sister Alice is missing and presumed dead. Everyone else is dead, and as she is also presumed dead, no one is looking for her at the moment.

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Character you have created: Berenice
Alias: Siren, Harpy, Bird-lady, assorted other nicknames.

Speech Color: 82ca9d

Character Alignment: Hero(mostly)
Identity: Known, as that's how she introduces herself.

Character Personality:
Berenice would like to be a good person. Trouble with that is that she doesn't know what exactly constitutes a "good" person yet, and just goes by instinct. In fact, much of her thought process is still instinctual. She has the drive to help others in need, but can get in the way because she's not completely aware of what might be the most effective way to go about that goal. She likes children, will defend the helpless, and in general could be described as helpful, but there are some quirks in there. She doesn't understand the concept of pets, and as a carnivore will happily eat a cat, dog, or other small, furry thing, right up until someone tells her it's wrong. She is inquisitive, somewhat bothersome about it, much like a child who asks repeated questions about things because she is, in essence, at a child's level of understanding the world. Her speech is peppered with chirps and other bird noises. She is very magpie like, and will steal shiny objects regardless of intrinsic value. Those few people she has met that she likes enough, she will include in her "flock", and tends to gift them stolen objects and dead animals, at least until they refuse those gifts. She will keep trying until she finds something they like. She also has an annoying habit of trying to perch on those people.

She has no built in moral compass, really, and has had to develop one as she learns. Since her first real contact with the outside world was children in a poor neighbourhood of West Lost Haven, who had already had contact with strange things and were unlikely to run from a non-hostile bird woman, she has found ample reason to copy and learn from them, so she has become playful, energetic, and rather open-minded. The local parents, having yet to meet the "Bird Lady", have been operating under the assumption that the kids have come up with a community imaginary friend or mascot, and both parties are likely in for a surprise when then meet each other, with variable effects on Berenice's psyche depending on how they react to her presence.

Uniform/costume: Berenice is just coming to grips with the concept of modesty, so designing a uniform is kind of beyond her. She typically wears very loose-fitting, light tank tops cut to allow her wings, and a sort of draped loincloth over her waist. Other than that, she doesn't own much.

A good approximation of her looks, though her plumage goes all the way up to her navel from her talons and she has a fanned tail like a hawk's:



Origin Info/Details: Berenice is the result of a sorcerer trying to channel ancient Greek magic to create a servant for himself. After researching quite a number of possibilities, he decided to try and make a combination of harpy and siren. Gathering what he thought were the correct materials, including several live birds, a female human singer, spell reagents both ancient and modern, and a good bit of raw magic, he focused his mind and cast the almost correct enchantment. Berenice was created, but the resulting backlash of energy blew the unlucky wizard apart and caused a psychic reverberation that destroyed the built-in purpose of serving him in his creation's mind. The only remaining vestige of that is the (incomplete) knowledge of the English language and her name.

The newly born siren meandered about for a bit, fully formed in an adult and with all her instincts in sharp relief, but with no one to tell her what the world she was born into was like, she has had to figure it out on her own. The mage's lair, a shack built on a rocky promontory just west of Lost Haven, was torn asunder by her creation, but she has converted it into a ramshackle nest and hunts and explores from there. Local neighbourhoods would most likely have begun reporting her appearances, were it not for more spectacular displays that regularly happen in and around the city, though curious people could easily find newspaper articles. When she can get away with it, she has begun playing with local children in parks.

She has also begun experimenting with her mystic powers, which are not developed much yet as she has had no formal education. This has, in addition to acting like a sort of beacon letting people with the right senses know there's an inexperienced spell-caster in the area, caused a number of odd phenomenon near her nest, including a sudden increase in non-native plant growth and a growing numbers of people wandering in the area to have memory loss.

Eventually Berenice will probably grow to be a force for good, but for the moment, she is very much in a precarious state, given the wrong influences or experiences, she could very easily become more like the sirens of ancient legend, cruelly luring people to their doom for her own amusement and feeding. This was actually originally the purpose she was created for, and the seed still remains, even if only as a subconscious trigger point for now.

Hero Type: Supernatural/mystic
Power Level: City level
Powers:



Attributes:

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses:



Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While not having direct knowledge of her, her creator's teacher is very interested in finding out what the hell happened to his student. He is an exceptional magic user, but the student was studying by himself at an undisclosed-to-his-master location, and the man is having no easy time finding the place.
The singer used as a sacrifice for the spell that created Berenice can still be seen in her face. Her mind and personality are gone, but any of her former friends, family, or associates will be able to recognise her face if they see her. Attempts to bring back the "real" girl will be useless, but it'll probably cause no ends of problems. The police are also interested in the reported disappearance, investigation of which has yielded evidence of kidnapping and trace amounts of magic. The detective in charge of her case in George Owens, LHPD Missing Persons Unit.

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Additional Notes: Berenice has a bad habit of talking to herself to remind herself of things, resulting in an almost constant stream of low-grade muttering if she's thinking hard. She also does not understand toilets. At all. Or really any sort of personal hygiene not directly related to washing of leavings of meals and keeping her feathers well-groomed, thus her hair is a tangled mess and she does not smell pleasant.

Character you have created: Zoé Lambert
Alias: Кузница (Kuznitsa), Wraith, Forge

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Tomato
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Zoë does not give one iota of care about anyone other than herself. Having no close relations, no one she trusts enough to call friend, and no real job or other form of even marginal social contact has left her somewhat askew on what still counts as good or bad company. She's also a loner, preferring to stay in her lair and play video games, doodle, read, or other activities that require other people to participate. Part of this is the isolation her powers force on her, as even with practise she has not gotten full control of them, and tied as they are to her emotional state, her volatile temper makes her more dangerous than it would in a normal person.

She has no regard for property law, and steals whatever she desires, or the cash to get it. She maintains her cover identity only as a front for where she gets the money, and will happily buy illicit goods from whomever has them. While she doesn't take hallucinogenic drugs due to the loss of control of her powers, she is more than happy to do some of the lighter things. Whiskey, however much she might like drinking it, usually results in her having to buy new stuff or move.

Internally, Zoë is lonely, blaming her powers and not her behaviour for driving away everyone she once cared about. She misses her family, but the way they split left her very much blaming them incorrectly. She drives herself further into villainy every day, trying to drown her problems in wealth and booze, and is extremely self-destructive. If she's not stop, she may begin eroding her own rules, which include no killing women or children, no unnecessary harm (though her definition of necessary is different than the norm), and not robbing the poor. She likes to see herself as a "noble" thief, though she's as greedy as any of them. She also enjoys rubbing her getaways in the faces of heroes and the authorities, sometimes putting herself in more danger than she would normally get into even doing the job she's bragging about.

She is intelligent, far brighter than most, and enjoys logic puzzles and challenges to her mind. She's also bright enough to realise the path she's on is not one destined for a long life, but she depressive enough and far enough along to think she's stuck, and the buzz from getting away with things tends to chase away her doubts, at least temporarily. She is also smart enough to realise the advantages her stealth powers give her, and has attempted to keep them as secret as her identity, and has been so far successful at it.

While working and in combat, she tries to maintain the advantage of surprise as long as she can, manipulating civilians or staying invisible until she makes a decisive move, then fading back into obscurity when she can. If she can't, she will go for a blitz strike, creating heat, fire, smoke, and launching intense, focused attacks to stagger her opponent until they either cannot fight back or lose track of her long enough for her to slip away. She doesn't typically want to fight any longer than she absolutely has to, and will only go toe-to-toe if given no other way out. She refuses to purposefully kill, but she is well aware of how dangerous her fire powers are. She is much more comfortable using the threat of them than actually causing damage, but if she's forced to, she will not hesitate to burn those in her way.

Uniform/costume: Zoë wears normal, everyday colours and clothes when she's not working. When she is, her costume involves greys, browns, and muted other colours, varying clothes between jobs so she never has the same look twice in a row. Her body suit is black and grey with ember red seams. While the bodysuit is skintight(because that's what supers wear, right?), there are strategically placed pieces of armour, that both protect vital areas like her kidneys and joints, as well as disturb her body line enough that anyone who can see through her power can't identify her later on. She also wears a mask that covers her cheekbones, chin, eyebrows, forehead and hairline, bride of her nose, and ears, somewhat like a luchador mask. The nature of her powers make it so that she must leave the rest exposed. The body suit itself and all armour bits and made by an inventor she comissioned to be completely fireproof.

In combat, she will slag metal into plates, cool them off, and use them as armour, either keeping them on her or floating just away from her.





Origin Info/Details:

Zoë grew up very well, in a nice country/suburban home outside Orléans, and spent summers at her grandfather's vineyard along with her brother, though a fight about schooling stopped those visits when she was twelve. While she loved both her parents and her grandfather very much, the rift between them was enough to drive her to sullenness, and she began acting out more than most teenagers would, typically with petty crimes and defiance of her parent's authority. Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, she joined Les Chiens Sanglants, a local gang, and within a year had fought with her brother, had a huge row with her parents, and ran away to be with her gang full time.

Her turning sixteen, after a month with the gang, brought with it unexpected changes, her powers awakening full bloom during a fight with another girl who had insinuated she was sleeping her way up the ranks, an accusation both untrue and offensive. Not knowing what was happening, but having some instinctive grasp on her newfound abilities, not everyone was killed in the resulting blaze, but she found herself homeless. However, power called her subconciously, and after a month of practise, she had mastered all but the more subtle aspects of her powers, and swiftly turned it to making herself more comfortable.

With cunning manipulations and several low profile robberies, she amassed a small fortune, and set herself up as a "mercenary villain", handing out her number to select trustworthy individuals and remaining on call for jobs. She has worked several of these, and her front as a legitimate painter with an unknowing agent, along with private investing, covers her profits quite well. Aside from smash-and-grabs and bank robberies, she has done jobs ranging from blackmail and spy-work to smuggling small, high value items and arson. She is building a reputation as a volatile but trustworthy "co-worker", and is careful to avoid any connection to her civilian identity.

Zoë's hobbies include painting, glasswork, and pottery, cello and oboe (her parent's insistence), and video gaming. Despite her easily frustrated nature, she seems to have enough patience for these tasks. She is also fluent in her native French, Russian, and English, knows her way around a computer, is good enough with numbers to invest privately and successfully, and smart enough to cover both of her identities so their "off times" don't coincide enough to arouse suspicion. She is well versed in physics, as her powers required her to have some knowledge of thermodynamics, and she is also knowledgeable in calculus, biology, chemistry, and geology, though she has no formal secondary schooling in these subjects.

She is power hungry, and is actively attempting to learn how to be a successful criminal mastermind, though it has been slow going because of her cautionary attitude. She is willing to take the long road, however, and has set herself up with a third identity, Wraith, in order to manipulate gangs, villains, and the like and try to gain her own territory in her adopted home of Los Angeles. She is careful to only speak Russian or English on jobs, so as to avoid anyone looking for a French girl.

Hero Type: Energy (fire), Psychic, Other(maybe shapeshifter)
Power Level : World
Powers (Be Specific):



Attributes:


Resources: Large: Aside from a very comfortable savings account in a Swiss Bank, she has several tens of thousands of dollars in cash stashed away, stolen goods worth a few grand in and of themselves, and invested assets that bring her close to a total of one million.

Weaknesses:
-While she is capable of melting knives, and is terrifying if she gets riled up, Zoë has no super power directly related to toughness, and if caught unawares, a single bullet does as much damage to her as to anyone else.

-As stated above, any psychic character can see through her telepathic projections

-While she may be immune to heat and cold, and can burn gases and some poisons out of her system, non-temperature poisons or heat-activated ones are still just as effective. Electricity, as well, maintains its effects, though it won't burn her so much as scramble her nerves, or, if powerful enough, give her seizures or possibly kill her outright.

-She is emotionally unstable, and can be driven over certain edges. Anyone with access to her background and sensitive details could easily push her and manipulate her.

-It is technically possible, if one could find a way to stop her powers from working, to completely disable all of them, excepting that her immunity to temperatures would carry through as a protection against her own powers. Done right, this could trap her in a block of steel.

-She still needs to breathe, eat, sleep, etc, just like normal people.

-While she is immune to smoke inhalation damage itself, anything toxic from burning materials can still harm her.

-Heat from radioactive materials may not burn her, but she is still vulnerable to all the other horrifying side effects from them.

Supporting Characters:
There are plenty of FBI and Interpol agents trying to find her, though not with much luck.
Her estranged family, living in Orléans:
-Mother: Amélie Lambert (43), works at La Scène du Meroubre as a manager
-Father: Hugo Lambert (44), works as a delivery driver.
-Older Brother: Théo (24), an accountant at a law firm in Paris.
-Younger Sister: Émile (18), just starting college, but secretly also has ice powers in almost the reverse of her sister's fire powers
-Maternal Grandfather: Gaspar Moreau (67), owns a small vineyard outside Marseilles

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Character Personality: Darya is a sweet girl, caring and loving of all humans regardless of their faults, though she has a core of hatred for those who inflict needless suffering on their fellow humans and defenseless creatures of the world. Being raised with her grandmother, she grew up believing that magic was still real, and while she has not encountered it yet, she will be delighted to know that her grandmother was correct. She enjoys music and dancing, loves cooking, and is all in all the mother of the multitude of friends she has. Despite how exhausting this is, she would never dream of letting them down.

Her flavour of love, however, is a tough one. She is more than willing to call others out on their stupidity, though out of care for them instead of mocking. She is deeply spiritual, though not necessarily religious. The Islamic mosque she attends in her hometown is more of a way to stay social in her college career rather than a desire to attain Heaven, and she has deeply seated concerns about most religions.

Uniform/costume: She's working on one, but so far, she has not gotten a good design yet, and is relying on a ski mask and baggy clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Darya was born to a caring family who had recently fled the violence and foolishness of their home in Iran, and were making do as they could in America. They settled in New York at first, where Darya was born, but economics forced them further away, until they finally settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. There is where Darya and her younger brother grew up. Her father and mother were victims of racially motivated hate crimes when she was thirteen, but thankfully, her family had been steadily filtering over, and several uncles and aunts were around to help her grandmother.

Darya's grandmother always had the air of a mystic, and she raised her grandchildren on stories of the old country, of Persia, of great kings and djinn, and other fantasies. She always held that the family was descended from the Sassanid dynasty, though no proof was ever forthcoming and no one believes it any more than they do her other fairy tales. However, Darya believes at least that magic exists, and that her grandmother has seen it, and her beliefs were further driven home when she developed her powers at age nineteen.

Walking to work at her uncle Yousef's coffee bar one day, the periodic heavy rains of Albuquerque came down hard and heavy while Darya was completely unprepared. She made a mad dash down an alley, attempting to find cover, only to find to her extreme surprise that she was still completely dry, despite water pouring from the sky in buckets. She swept her arms a few times and watched in wonder as the standing water on the ground and that still falling responded to her motions as if she was in that one Nickelodeon cartoon.

She hid her newfound abilities for a few weeks, but finally, guilt and excitement drove her to tell her uncle where she was disappearing to on her breaks, and why. He was relieved, momentarily, to find she wasn't off having sex or smoking drugs, but relief swiftly turned to abject horror as he realised the implications of what had occurred. A family meeting was called, and various comments and demands were made before Darya's grandmother, matriarch and undisputed authority in the family, ordered Darya to decide for herself. Darya, being who she is, decided to balance family and duty and hero-work.

Currently, Darya serves as one of a very limited number of heroes in the southwest, most of whom belong to the United Southwestern Hero Association. They have been actively trying to recruit Tiamat, but the family, even Fatemeh, are concerned about fulltime heroing and what effects that might have on Darya's future. The Hounds attacks on other metas, however, has driven all the fear out of the whole clan; as much as anyone else, they see the same lunacy that threatens their homeland, and no member of the family would dare argue that they nee to be stopped. And so Darya has been thrust onto the world stage, hesitant but ready to do her part.

Hero Type: Elemental: Water
Power Level: World

Powers:


**Note**: Darya is aware of her control over water, though not about its lack of limitations, and is not aware of her control over other liquids or her ability to do much with solids and semisolids except that she has played with ice and steam. She is not at all aware of her molecular control, and is only vaguely aware of how much her body has adapted to her power.

Skills:
Darya is well versed in her native languages, Farsi and English, and passable with Middle Persian (her grandmother insisted).

She is well trained by her uncles in weapons handling for modern small arms such as pistols and shotguns, knives, and hand to hand combat forms (Krav Maga and Aikido).

She is an extremely good cook, especially with Mediterranean dishes but can turn pretty much anything that is food into amazing dishes, if a bit unorthodox.

She is good at playing doumbek, oud, qanoun, and Moroccan oboe, though none at any sort of professional level. She's also a fair turn-of-the-hips at belly dancing, even if she's a bit too skinny for it.

She has some scholarly interest in philosophy, ethics, poetry, biology, chemistry, and physics, but has not actively pursued any of these.

Attributes (Select one at each category):


Weaknesses:

The obvious one is that she can only manipulate things in a liquid state, and while she can change some of those, solid objects like steel are impossible for her to convert to liquid, as they contain no water, and thus she cannot control them.

Sand, is, oddly, one of her worst weaknesses, both because of its ability to absorb water and because, whatever mysterious thing causes her powers also will severely weaken or even stop working entirely should she get more than a few hundred grains of it in contact with her skin. Currently, she has not given this knowledge to anyone.

While a bit faster and tougher than most people, Narya is proof against no bullet, blade, or even fist, and takes damage as normal.

Supporting Characters:
Darya has a huge clan she comes from:
Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins

Parents

Their Children

Grandparents


In addition, Darya has worked alongside the USHA on occasion, whose member include:

Character Personality:
Leanna is a warm, caring person, though she likes to be left to her own devices. She enjoys being out in nature, helping the community, and is generally the sort of neighbour you'd love to have around.

Blacklight is all business. She draws a hard line on crime, though she doesn't seek to punish criminals and villains, as that is the courts job. She will apprehend anyone she can, even modulating her beams as much as she can to avoid doing lethal damage. However, should innocents be in danger, she has no problems putting someone down. When dealing with other heroes, she has anecdotes for almost every occasion about past battles, but stays quiet when a fight is on.

Uniform/costume: She wear a full black bodysuit, crisscrossed with many lines of the same rainbow of colours her energy beams create as they break light, in a pattern reminiscent of a broken mirror. A full size black domino mask covers her cheekbones, bridge of nose, eyebrows, and everything between them, leaving her eyes exposed.

Origin Info/Details: Back in college, Leanna Young was a promising physics student, the kind with a bright future. Going to Syracuse University in New York, she had excellent grades and was in line to be part of the top percentile of her graduating class of 2005. A good home life and middle class upbringing left her well balanced mentally and physically. All of that changed in August 2004.

A villain going by Overlord broke into the physics lab during a late night experiment with a theoretical beam projector, intent on stealing the device. Young, two grad students, and two professors were in the lab at the time. During the raid, Young and one of Overlord's minions toppled into the path of the beam at the same moment one of the professors set it to overload in order to prevent it falling into the villain's hands. The resulting explosion took out half of the building, killing everyone inside except Young, who was found unconscious in the wreckage. There was no sign of Overlord, though many of his minions were also slain.

After two months in a coma, Leanna woke up feeling better than she ever had. Within another week, she had found her powers working at full tilt. Several accidents ensued, but after some wise words from her parents and a helpful trip to the government, “Blacklight” was working with STRIKE by February of 2005.

Over the course of a decade with the organization, Blacklight has dealt with a number of villains, fighting toe-to-toe with several monstrous ones as well as the more normal types, and fended off threats from the street-level on up. However, in 2016, during a pitched battle with a terrorist group, an explosion slammed her against the wall nearby and broke her spine. During her recovery, she decided she had had enough of the fighting, and at thirty four, retired to a farm outside of Syracuse, NY. She finished her degree, finally, and has been living off the land and enjoying the peaceful life since then.

However, those who have worked with her before have her phone number, should anything come up where they might need her assistance. And, of course, she can't really help but fly around when she can. After all, when you can, why wouldn't you? So the residents of Syracuse know that Blacklight is still around.

Hero Type: Flying artillery
Power Level: World
Powers:


Attributes (Select one at each category):
Fairly small, given her length of service and breadth of experience, but she has a good amount in savings, and ready assistance from a number of old compatriots should she need it.

Weaknesses: Exposure to more than 1mSv/h radiation (the equivalent of a high radiation area in a nuclear plant) shuts down all of Leanna's powers, including her enhanced strength and toughness, until she has been outside of it for at least an hour, at which point they come back gradually over the course of three hours.

While she is supernaturally tough, anyone with a comparable strength to hers can knock her around pretty well. Gunshots still hurt her, though not as much as they might a normal human. Inside her skull, her brain is as vulnerable as anyone else's, so concussions are a real danger. Her bones are definitely capable of breaking, burns can happen from anything higher than a few hundred degrees C, and she is still as vulnerable as a normal person to cold and electricity.

Some of her previous injuries have left her with weak spots, including her spine, her left hip, both shoulders, her neck, and a worrisome chronic migraine problem. These act up even worse in combat.

Supporting Characters:
Ambrose Smith, MD: A doctor in Syracuse who knows about Blacklight's past, in order to better understand how to treat any issues.

Rebecca and Henry Young: Leanna's parents, both knowing of her powers and very relieved to see her retired. Also extremely proud of her.

She did have contacts at STRIKE, but they have all been killed.

Springheel: A speedster Blacklight has worked with on several occasions, and who stops by to visit regularly.

Denier: A man with incredible gravity and forcefield powers who specialises in area control during fights. Also stops by regularly to visit.

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Character Personality: Abigail is a loner by necessity. Being around too many people can easily drive her mind to the brink, so she must frequently take breaks from social activity. Most people think of this as her being either depressed or introverted, and they're not entirely wrong. The lack of solid social contact has caused her some depression, but she tries to be as open as possible. After all, it's only fair. If she gets to know a little too much about other people,they should know as much about her. Then again, the people she sticks around with long enough to do so are few and far between.

Given her occupation, she has to deal with a lot of very strange people, and her encounters with otherworldly things have further opened her mind. She is broadly accepting of just about anyone, though she tends to stay away from people who feel too strongly about anything. As for herself, she tries to feel as little as possible when on the job, which has deadened her emotions a little even when she's living normally. This does let her open up more to receiving from others, which is the point, but it means her mood tends to be whatever everyone else is feeling.

She tries to do good, but in the city, good doesn't pay the bills, so she's had to stoop to less-than-legal acts occasionally to make ends meet. She also never works for lower than her normal rate, no matter the situation, though she does accept payment plans. Charity doesn't put food in her mouth. She is very honest, with no softening of blows. “If you can't handle the truth, then why did you call me?”

Uniform/costume: Although she tends to wear a lot of black, Abigail doesn't actually have a “costume”, just normal clothes. She doesn't fly and has no secret identity, and her job doesn't generally get her involved with anything she'd need armour or tools for. That said, she does always have a taser, pepper spray, a Swiss army knife, and a set of lockpicks.

Origin Info/Details:Abigail was born in New York City to a pair of Korean immigrants. The Chos now had a third child, the other two being boys, but they loved all of them equally. Unfortunately, life wasn't going to be easy for any of them. Jung-Hee Cho, the patriarch of the family, died during the 9/11 attacks, Abigail only being five at the time. Without their father, both of her brothers began acting out, though their mother Min-So could reign them in at home. Min-So, however, was not home very often, having to work several jobs to keep the family afloat. When they became of age, her eldest brother Shane got a job to help out, but David did not. He had already joined up with a gang, and ran off, not to be heard of for quite some time.

Abigail first began to notice something wrong when she was just a child. Like many horror movie children, she could see ghosts, but they didn't really bother her. None of them seemed to be malevolent, thankfully, so her parents had chalked it up to imaginary friends. When she was ten, she began to feel the moods of others around her, in a way that she knew they were not her emotions. She also developed the ability to handle an object and see into its past. As she grew older both of these grew stronger. By fifteen, she could idly sift through the surface thoughts of other people, and, if she concentrated, could even send her own thoughts to them, though this has always given her a migraine.

She worked for a year after high school at a 7-11, hated every moment of it, and finally quit to pursue an actual career. Her best friend from high school suggested, having learned about her powers, that she could easily make money by using them as a ghost hunter. She looked into it, and hit upon being a complete Paranormal Investigator. Lots of people make fun of her when she tells them what she does for a living, but it's enabled her to bounce around New England and make a fairly decent living. Recently, a job took her to Lost Haven, Maine, and while she didn't really want to stick around, the place was definitely full of weird things.

Abigail is currently based out of Boston, but makes frequent trips to everywhere on the Atlantic coast. Her website tends to be one of the more popular traffic stops for the business, and James Randi has issued her a challenge, though she's disregarded him up to this point because she doesn't feel she needs to prove anything. She's markedly more successful than most in her field, and only at the age of twenty-two.

Hero Type: Psychic
Power Level: Street

Powers:

Sensitivity: By handling an object with her bare hands, she can get a sense of who has touched it in the last few weeks. Anything that might be worn every day, or has sentimental value to someone, she can get much more information out of, essentially “seeing” the past from the objects point of view, and can go back to when the person in question first got it. Family heirlooms are a bit much for her. She can read them, but they hurt if she goes too far back.

Through the Veil: Abigail can see, hear, speak to, and physically interact with any ghosts, or anything on the Astral Plane. Only by extreme concentration can she suppress this ability, which means that most of the time, she is seeing and hearing quite a few things others can't. This tends to make her look slightly dazed or tired, and occasionally it's necessary to poke her to bring her back into the physical world.

Telepathy: Abigail is constantly receiving the surface thoughts of everyone within a few hundred feet of her. She cannot shut this off at all, but has learned how to ignore it or sift through the noise for a specific type of thought. This is what gives her a faster reaction time then most people, at least in a fight, as she's already picked up on the intent to hurt her. If she pushes hard enough at one person, she can actually send her own thoughts to them, making her capable of communication silently. Doing this, however, gives her a migraine after even a brief exchange.

Empathy: Abigail is constantly receiving the emotions of of people as well as their surface thoughts. Unlike the telepathy, though, this doesn't create “noise”. Instead, she feels the “average” of the area. In a crowded nightclub, this can get really intense, and not only from the emotion. She can also feel a small portion of any drugs in someone's system this way, as though she had taken them herself, though physically there's nothing in her blood and it goes away as soon as they get out of her range. It's great in a bar, but she flatly refuses to enter hospitals.

Telekinesis: Abigail can only effect tiny objects like coins and pens, or very light things like a piece of paper or a Styrofoam block, but those objects she can move, lift, and otherwise interact with using only her mind. She doesn't do it often as a rule, but she actually does use it casually in her day. Occasionally one can spot her spinning a pen in the air while she's thinking about something, as if there was an invisible hand twirling it. Her coffee stirs itself, hair never gets in her face, etc

On the Astral Plane, however, this is much more powerful. She can easily throw several tons of “material” around, and can deal damage to anything within her range.

Mind over Matter: Almost more of a subset of telekinesis than its own power, Abigail can concentrate to rapidly heal damage to her body. While not instant, she heals at more than four times as fast as normal people without concentration, and over twenty-times as fast while concentrating. Doing this too much, however, can cause her powers to shut down until she has sufficient rest, usually a few days, during which she basically only eats and sleeps.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Average. She has a decent apartment in Boston, and makes enough money that she might even be able to take a vacation in a few years.

Weaknesses: No special defenses against physical attacks. Guns, knives, blunt objects, and energy all effect her like they should.

Spending too much time in crowded places gives her a sort of “tinnitus of the brain”, and makes hearing individual thoughts much more difficult.

Her empathy in a hospital, drug den, or anywhere else can mean she suffers the effects of several drugs at once. Even though it's impossible to overdose this way, it can incapacitate her completely.

Literally anything on the Astral Plane can interact with her, as can the dead. While she can defend herself with telekinesis, she is always vulnerable to this.

Supporting Characters:

Min-So Cho, mother. Calls frequently.

Shane Cho. Still lives with their mother, supporting her. Also a good confidant for his sister.

David Cho. Lives in Boston. Abigail is trying to get him to go to rehab with limited success.

Constance Young, Abigail's business partner, who typically runs the business side and lets Abigail get on with the actual work.

Brett Parker, Sam Newman, Theresa Little, and Wendy Smith: The technical crew who tries to keep up with Abigail's exploits. While they all live in Boston and fly with her, they tend to try and stay out of her way. They each get ten percent of any job, which means they also have other jobs to do.

Character you have created: Alice Rackham

Alias: Captain Ally “Black Bonnet” Rackham

Speech Color: Not determined yet.

Character Alignment: WTL (She's not overtly evil, anyway)
Identity: Glorying in infamy!

Character Personality: Alice is, in almost every way, larger than life, and loves living to the fullest and in the moment. When she's not off raiding, she enjoys tinkering with anything and everything near by, especially at her workshop. She enjoys both modern and classical music, tending to swing between ballroom waltzes and heavy metal when the mood strikes her. She is utterly fearless, and enjoys hardship and difficult adversaries, sensing adventure in the opportunity.

Alice treats her crew like a bunch of favoured nephews and nieces, and insists that, while not infringing on their freedoms outside of shipboard duty, that they stay healthy. "Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we have to act like we're in the Seventeenth Century, you jackanapes," as she has been recorded saying. She believes fiercely in freedom, well and beyond what modern democracies espouse and hewing much closer to general anarchy, though onboard the Revenge, she maintains absolute authority, even if she doesn't exercise it unless she has to. That said, traitors and mutineers are dealt with harshly. And while she is okay with kidnapping, the slave trade is a thorn in her side, and any other modern pirates who try to take slaves in her territory risk being summarily executed. It is this "freelance privateering", added to the fact that much of her raiding is done to military and/or foreign targets, that has led to a sudden lack of resources to fight her in local governments in the Caribbean.

She, unfortunately, also suffering from bipolar disorder, and from what psychologists will say, some form of severe psychosis and delusional behaviour. While not true entirely, she is very much ungrounded from reality much of the time, as evidenced by her career alone. Thankfully, despite her isolation as a captain, necessarily separated emotionally from her crew, her 'delusions' keep her company and give her guidance. She considers herself a sort of priestess, as well as a protector, of the ocean, and will viciously punish those who abuse the sea.

Uniform/costume: Alice wears full pirate captain regalia, with a wide brimmed hat clipped up on the right side and several long black-dyed peacock feathers running off the black fabric. Her coat is bloody red, hangs down to her thighs, and she wears black pants under it, tucked into the classic knee-high fold-over boots. Her torso is crossed over by two bandoleers carrying custom-made flintlock pistols, and a wide leather belt carries two more pairs of those and her pair of cutlasses. She wears her hair in a loose cloud under her hat, though on occasion she will, in a nod to Blackbeard, braid it down and tie slow-burn fuses into it.

Origin Info/Details: Alice was born into a well-to-do middle class family in Galveston, Texas. The eldest of three children, she grew up knowing very little of her family history, until in high school she was required to read Treasure Island for a book report. She was utterly enraptured by the pirating lifestyle, and swiftly became obsessed. She researched tirelessly, and when she came across the stories of “Calico Jack” Rackham, and noticed the similar surname, she began digging into her own family history, where she made a surprising discovery.

Not only was she directly descended from Rackham and Anne Bonny's child, but several other bloodlines had tied into hers over the last several centuries. Through exhaustive digging through records that had long been buried, she found that she was also the descendant of some of the most illustrious pirates who ever lived. Evidence became solid for her family ties to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Bartholomew Roberts, Jean Lafitte, Captain William Kidd, James Avery, Sir Henry Morgan, “Black” Sam Bellamy, and John Taylor. The sheer unlikelihood of this union of trees seemed impossible, but she managed to confirm it multiple times through responsible sources. Her high school project for her senior history class was this entire documentation.

Just before she graduated, her parents managed to win a lottery prize at a whopping three hundred and eighty-five million dollars. Immediately after her graduation, the entire family, inspired by her findings, decided to move to a private residence just outside Nassau, in the Caribbean. This was, however, unfortunate. During a family outing that Alice herself was unable to attend due to illness, the family was kidnapped and killed. Legends about her state this, along with her fever, is was caused her to snap, and become Black Bonnet.

Alice was always a bright child, but following her inheritance, she made massive leaps forward as she feverishly studied mechanical engineering and materials science, ostensibly for college, but she soon figured out that she didn't even need to attend. She managed to actually test out of her entire Bachelor's of Applied Science, and then disappeared for quite some time. The only evidence she was still alive was a steady draining of the interests on her fortune, carefully managed by a hired advisor.

Almost three years to the day of her family's murder, her ship set sail out of Tortuga, raiding and pillaging. She only took volunteer crew, but as it turned out there were many in the Caribbean who were romanced by the idea and grandeur of her ship and by the thought of escaping poverty and the rule of law. Now, Black Bonnet Rackham sails throughout the Caribbean, sowing terror and taking plunder wherever she wishes, seemingly completely unfazed by the multiple attempts of multinational navies to try and bring her in or sink her, and basking in the adoration of those who see her career as a sort of 'reality escape', living a dream most thought long dead: the free pirate.

Hero Type: Grey Matter and (maybe) Supernatural/Mystic

Power Level: Street(on land), world(at sea)

Powers:


Skills: (Because these really don't count as powers


Attributes:


Resources: Extreme; aside from her inherited fortune (most of which was dumped into the ship), she has her financial advisor managing stocks, bonds, and several Cayman and Swiss bank accounts. These are cunningly manipulated so that international authorities can't freeze them. And there's plunder, as well.

Weaknesses: Aside from her armoured clothing, she is a normal human being, and can be killed or wounded as easily as any other.

She is, even if not quite as mad as some fear, extremely delusional, and any attempt to bring her back to modern sensibilities is doomed to failure.

Following with her delusions, Alice has a flashpan temper when it comes to her ship, or her crew, and is fiercely protective of both.

She has a severe peanut allergy.

Pirate Information:

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While her family may be dead, there are multitudes of people who interact with Alice on a daily basis, even aside from her Gods.

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Other: I will make NPC sheets for the spirits when and if the story makes it seem necessary.

Name: Rowan Mackenzie Appleton


Age: 29
Appearance:
Height: 175 cm (5'9")
Weight: 66.6 kg (147 lbs)

Likes:

• Rain
  
  Especially warm summer rains, and definitely thunderstorms.
• Beer
  
  Probably a bit too much. Rowan's not got very distinguished tastes in this regard, either, so she tends to drink the cheap, easy stuff.
• Helping people
  
  Not necessarily to move or anything, although she'll do that with the proper motivation. But what she really enjoys is handing out good advice and folksy wisdom, both of which she has in abundance. And while she will never use the skill on herself, she is good at giving that little extra nudge people need when making difficult decisions.
• Small talk
  
  Rowan's really good at this, and she genuinely enjoys just wiling away hours talking about light subjects. Bonus points if it's armchair philosophy. She's also genuinely interested in what most people have to say, is an excellent listener, and likes hearing other people's stories.
• Birds
  
  All of them, but blackbirds and parrots especially.
• Chemistry
  
  She studied it in university, and she still enjoys it. And it applies a lot to her job, so she practises it by coming up with new drinks for people to try.
• Her job
  
  While some may think it's just a stepping stone career, Rowan has no plans to leave bartending, even if she goes to a different bar. It's something she loves doing, and it's a perfect fit for her.
• Cooking
  
  Experimentation with dishes is just like cooking, right? And she likes cooking for herself, even if she doesn't have anyone to share with.
• Idle time
  
  Rowan likes her down time, and likes having little to do so she can concentrate on...well, nothing. Especially browsing message boards and news sites.
• Peaceful settings
  
  Ah, quiet and sleepy settings. Definitely great for idle time. Secluded parks and bookstores are choice locations.

Dislikes:

• Dogs
  
  "They are smelly, and loud, and make horrible messes. Tell me why you like them!"
• Useless conversations
  
  Meaningless conversations with no depth or meat to them are bad enough, but political treatises and rants with too much depth are actually an easier way to either bore Rowan to tears or piss her off.
• Nagging/Being pressured
  
  Rowan is well aware that some consider her job to be dead-end, but she's happy where she is. Being like her family and accusing her of having no ambition may be accurate is another surefire way to make her hostile.
• Kids
  
  She mostly has the same complaint about children that she does about dogs. She won't harm any, and will even begrudgingly watch any she's forced to and keep them entertained, but she is not going to be happy about it.
• Politics
  
  Rowan really couldn't care less about politics. Or, for that matter, religion, or the economy (aside from the parts that immediately effect her).
• Talking about herself or her past
  
  It's not that she wants to keep it a mystery, but she just absolutely hates talking about anything like this. She will swiftly and obviously change subjects, but refuse to admit anything and pretend she has no idea what you're talking about if you try and call her on it. Legend has it some have actually gotten her story out of her, but no one knows who and they're not advertising their knowledge.
• Any sort of disturbance or violence
  
  It's annoying, mostly, but disturbing her peaceful times is a dangerous way to find out what she looks like when she's mad. And woe to anyone who causes trouble in her workplace.
• Coffee
  
  It just doesn't taste good.

Profession: Bartender at the Cornerstone
Party Trick: She can figure out what anyone needs to drink at a glance. May not be what they thought, but it's always good and it always helps.

Bio/Personality:
Rowan is a relatively new transplant to Shine City. She came here at the behest of one of her girlfriends a while back while the girl was going to college, and, having nothing better to do and nothing to really tie her down in her hometown, she decided to come out here and check it out. She enrolled in the Academy, and even managed to pass a few semesters and squeak out an Associates of Applied Science in Chemistry, but dropped out afterwards. Her excuse has always remained "existential exhaustion". Soon after, her and her girlfriend broke up, and she began working at the Cornerstone. She's actually been working there since she was in school, but never really spoke up much. These days she's much more involved in her job.

That breakup was the last in a long line, and as of now, Rowan is much happier helping other people find love than actually finding it herself. Some speculate that it's due to fear of another loss or possible shyness, but she neither confirms nor denies anything when questioned, just blushes slightly and changes the subject, typically to, "Can I get you another drink?"

Some people have accused her of being morose, or living the goth lifestyle, or just being a slacker. Her heavily lidded eyes don't really help the matter, but it's, more than anything else, that she doesn't see the point in dressing up and acting like someone she's not, for dating or any other purpose. If you can't take her for what she is, then she'll just smile, serve you a drink, and leave you alone. Contrary to popular belief, she's not really cold or emotionless, but prefers to keep a moderately professional relationship with the bar patrons, and rarely goes any other places than work and home, though she can occasionally be found at Inky Sparks or the parks around town. She's even been spotted once or twice at Mochavine and LUSH, apparently "to scope out the competition and swap recipes with her brothers and sisters in arms".

She can get poetic, or even ramble slightly, since making drinks is second nature to her and leaves her plenty of free mental power for her mind to wander. She's also quite friendly with her regular customers, not only remembering names and life events, but favourite drink flavours and things they might have only mentioned once to someone else at the bar, storing all of that information to better serve their drinks. Her experimental drinks, while not always tasting great, tend to hit more than miss, and her tailor-made drinks for those who request them not only taste amazing, but leave the imbiber feeling happier, more hopeful, more thoughtful, sober, or whatever else they seemed to have needed most just then. Extreme cases who come in crying or otherwise in distress get those on the house, and that's how she's made regulars out of several locals so far.

If you can catch her in a vulnerable moment, when her guard's down and she's not paying attention to her surroundings, there is quite a bit of loneliness in her eyes resting alongside that caregiver streak. Of course, much like her past, she never discusses her own feelings with anyone but her absolute most trusted friends, which currently include only her pet parrot Aberforth and two people in her hometown she talks to online. Everyone else gets a polite shutdown and a reminder that "some books are better left unread until the author's ready to publish."

Ahk-krat-rahz(only a close representation that humans can pronounce) is from a long-lived and intelligent race of apex predators that has been a member state of the Valnaur Empire for a very long time. While most people tend to assume the Zkz'Karnis are insects due to their hexipedal, carapace covered bodies and mandibled faces, but are actually more a cross between a theropod and an amphibious crustacean, though using either of those words to describe one within earshot may get you killed. Despite their average size of ten feet, with a length of fifteen, and a mass that makes star travel somewhat obnoxious for them, they took to it like Frzi-zashs to liquid nourishment. Tool use is possible because of both very fine motor skills with mandibles and a pair of dangling forelimbs located just beneath where the long neck meets the main body. The head is balanced out by a stubby tail, developed in evolution for that singular purpose. Their heads are generally covered in elaborate crests except for immediately after mating season, though the females tend to keep them on their entire lives. While their carapace makes them impossible to bring down for most of the other species on their homeworld, it turns out that larger calibre modern arms, and especially energy weapons, have little issue killing them. The first years after their conquering by the Empire were particularly difficult, as they do not have many hatchlings during any successful breeding.

Ahk's carapace is mottled with light and dark browns, reds, and greys. Scarring across her thick carapace from multiple sources she does not discuss shines like the inside of an abalone shell, from minerals deposits that cause its growth, and give her a grizzled appearance. Unusual for her species, there are no clan markings painted onto her sides or armoured legs, and she wears no crest at all, leaving the top of her head bare except for the ridged carapace plates there.

The Zkz'Karnis are a caste system society, mostly based on logic and merit. However, Ahk was unfortunate enough to be hatched to the lowest class on the planet, those that are sand-coloured. While originally because food was scare and their colouring made it difficult to hunt well in the jungles, the stigma has stuck with this particular caste so much that they are actually being bred out slowly, as it is rare that they find a mate with their normally green brethren.

Seeing no opportunity for a mate nor a good life on her homeworld, Ahk studied hard at university, in topics as diverse as engineering, art, sociology, and archaeology, once she found out that her university was one of the best for xenobiology, and offered a transfer program to other systems, she knew she had found her answer. Thirty years later, she is a very accomplished xenobiologist and surgeon, capable of performing life saving techniques and stopping virulent plagues in most of the known system. However, no hospital has so far been willing to hire a giant, flesh-eating insect for their medical programs, and she had to do her entire residencies by virtual reality interfaces. To pay for the extremely costly education, Ahk has had to rely on her other well-developed skillset, programming. She is capable of developing tools for several of the most universal languages, and has developed her own assistant AI for dealing with diagnoses and day-to-day problems encountered with communications. The species is not capable of naturally speaking Humanitas, and must rely on translators, something the Empire has used as an economic dampener on their growth by making them prohibitively expensive. Ahk has gotten around this by making her own.

But programming is not allowing her to catch up on her bills, and criminal activity is not in nature. The Empire would make her a grunt were she to try and join the military, as no other species seems to recognise that the Zkz'Karnis are actually smarter than the beasts they look like. So she has put out her name into the mercenary circles, hoping that some enterprising leader will take a chance on one of the more accomplished doctors in the sector. Others were swift to point her to the planet of Taenarum, and seeing no other option, she has added to her already considerable debt to make it there and set herself up in the tiniest possible rooms while awaiting with trepidation for someone to hire her despite her lack of combat experience.

Name Pronounciation: awk-CRAYT-raj tank-izj-RAJ

Actual physical dimensions for Ahk, for easy reference
Height: 8'4", capable of lowering her head down to 6'10" to fit through human sized passages with difficulty.
Length: 13'
width: 9' 6", legs can squeeze in to fit corridors as small as 6'6" with difficulty.
Forelimbs have six digits with four joints each, that fold up into pockets on the carapace for protection.
Ends of legs are blunt, but capable of driving into wood for climbing purposes, though too heavy to climb very high. The two foremost legs are thicker to allow for burrowing.
The mouth is framed by four mandibles with a light carapace plating, capable of finger-like manipulation. Tipped with tooth-ish protrusions.
The head is very much like a Tyrannosaurus, though plated with carapace.
The species evolved on a high gravity planet, so low-grav environs tend to be extremely uncomfortable.


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Name: Shelta "Shelly" Ocán Coffey
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Witch (Arcane)
Appearance: When "working", dresses in "traditional gypsy" garb, for that air of mystique. When relaxing, like any normal American woman, with a preference towards jeans and practical, sturdy clothing.

Personality: (Chaotic Good)

While Shelly likes to pretend to be a mysterious and level-headed lady, she typically fails miserably within a few minutes of meeting anyone when she isn't working. She finds humour in just about everything, including horror films and real life monstrosities, and generally will break into her loud, infectious laugh at the drop of a hat. She's also incredibly easy to talk to, with a wide variety of knowledge, coupled with a genuine interest in whatever her companions are talking about. Friendly, charming, and endlessly enthusiastic about life, it would seem impossible to bring her down.
That is not to say she's innocent. As a result of her lifestyle, dual profession, and the circles she tends to stick her nose into, she has had to bury lots of things in her past, and not all of those were figuratively speaking. She also has a fiery temper, and when riled can do things she might easily regret later. Her temper is not at all helped by a fascination with whiskey inherited from her father, despite it having killed him.
She can be, for those not prepared or used to her, extremely exhausting to associate with, one of those "only in small doses" sorts. She can be fun, and wild, but too much of that seems to be ending up with anyone who knows her for long keeping her at an arm's length, and for good reason. Not only does her temper get her in trouble, but she has lots of issues with knowing where any sort of boundaries might be, or perhaps she simply doesn't care. Regardless, she has a bad habit of pushing things to far in a variety of ways, including magically, and this, in addition to her incessant need for the open road, has driven her to be constantly moving, much like her ancestors, despite all her mother's wishes that she would be a normal girl for once.
In regards to her peers and other supernatural elements, she is actually very cagey, despite her personal openness. She never reveals even a quarter of her powers or tricks to any given group, and flat refuses to discuss previous work except for illustrative purposes, sticking only to pronouns and never specifics even related to things like terrain, except when it must be done. Because of this, while she's never really trusted, she is considered a reliable source of magic help for anyone who needs it along the networks that sort of news travels in.

History: Born to a Romani man and an Irish Traveller mother, both of whom managed to actually stick together by moving to America, Shelly had a difficult childhood. She grew up in Ireland, moving with her people, but because of her father's blood, was never fully trusted (though she did better than Da did on that point). Though she asked, neither parent ever told her why her father had left his people for theirs, and once they moved to America when Shelly was ten, it didn't matter. They were all aliens together.
Shelly's mother taught her all the tricks of the fortune telling trade, and her father loved making up tall tales, doing so like it was as easy as breathing. Shelly herself got in trouble in school, finally, for telling one too many herself, and wound up being home schooled for all of high school. Her father died of liver failure when she was a junior, and the grief drove her to start trying to find out if, maybe, all those stories of his people had some basis in truth.
After graduating, Shelly left her mother to go see the world, though her trip stopped when she found her Uncle in Romania. He brought her, in turn, to her grandmother, who tsked and clucked around her for many hours before saying that she was allowed to learn. She found out soon enough that she was born to be a witch, and then next four years were more intense than she ever thought possible. She still has only vague memories of most of it (thanks to something her grandmother did to her), but the lessons and spells themselves stuck hard. Now she travels around the US, taking in sights, meeting new people, learning more magic from everyone and everything she can, and pulling off impressive jobs in eradication of nasty things that lurk in shadows when she can.
Most of her money is made from fortune-telling, though her fortunes, while carefully vague enough to never prove it, are very much the real deal. In addition, she delights in running a haphazard sort of daycare out of her RV whenever she can, mesmerizing the kids with her stories, illustrated in vivid detail right before their eyes with her magic. She has also begun trying to develop an entire new branch of magic dealing with luck and chance, though she has had only small successes so far.

Abilities:
-Speaks fluent Romany, Parvee, English (with a thick brogue), and French. Knows enough Spanish and Cherokee to communicate.
-Expert in Glamour and Divination, and fair with Transfiguration, Time, Life, and Imbument magics. "Eh" with Force. Creating Luck.
-Good with a handgun, though no expert, as well as with axes and knives. Only fair to middling with a rifle, and terrible at unarmed combat.
-Good at cooking and baking, especially improvisational meal prep.
-Skilled at first aid, occult research, experimenting with magic, and cunning applications of said magic
Equipment:
-Tarot deck, a set of dice, Futharc Runes, and Yarrow sticks, all custom made with the runes necessary to make them work quite well. .
-Her RV is actually a rolling fortress of defensive counter-measures, not all of which are magical. Iron dust bombs, UV lights, silver barbed wire, secret compartments loaded with weapons, spells "hung" in time for future use, and more cover essentially every square inch of the thing. Additionally, it has been tricked out for weather sealing and other utilitarian measures, and doesn't actually need gas if she spends the day "filling" it herself.
-Hidden compartment stuffed with research notes on both the 'bestiary' she works on and her theoretical 'Luck' school of magic. Most of the Bestiary is actually compiled notes from her conversations with spirits, other witches, and the various things she has met in her travels.
Other:
-She is actually a terrible driver, but somehow never gets pulled over.
-DO NOT LET HER GET DRUNK

Character sheet
Name: Renee Mathilde Deschamps
Age: 450
Gender: Female
Race: Daywalker Vampire

Appearance:
Renee looks to be anywhere from fifteen to thirty, depending on her mood. Bright chestnut hair falls in waves to frame a delicate face with wide, dark eyes and a short, pointed nose. Everything about her features tends to lead people to believe she is an innocent bystander, or perhaps too vapid to really understand what is happening around her. To their chagrin, this effect even disarmed the Daywalker leadership during the wars with the Nightkin, especially when she favoured them with one of her bright and cheery smiles, warm enough to thaw even undead hearts.

Her looks found their roots in nineties Americana, though she grew up a peasant in France and tends towards simpler clothes and colours that tie into the earth tones she grew up around. Accents of bright pastels and neons happen tastefully, and jewelry tends towards the subdued and understated, mostly in wrought iron and silver intertwined chains, though the Daylight Medallion is also always somewhere on her person. She can flip flop styles seemingly on a whim, and wears anything from pantsuits to sundresses, shredded jeans and tee shirts through to elegant ballgowns, never seeming to settle on any one style for more than a few weeks.

Renee is long of limb and naturally thin through her malnutrition and abuse as a mortal. Though a healthy size, it is barely so, and none of her features could be called incredibly voluptuous. She likes to play this up by utlising a few charms to disguise her hair and parade as a boy as well, slipping amongst the ranks of mortals before letting the charms fade and disappearing into the crowd of onlookers at the site of her most recent victim's death.

Personality:
Though she outwardly keeps up a charming and debonaire appearance, the epitome of elegance and class in her tumultuous clan, Renee did not get to where she is on charm alone. She is vicious, cunning, and paranoid, and those traits show whenever she actually drops the manners and gets down to business. She has no qualms at all sacrificing even useful retainers to further her clan's interests, and they know it. She has made enemies of all comers, and revels in the challenge of keeping herself alive through the attentions of competing clans, bloodlines, other supernaturals, and mortals.

Renee thirsts for not just blood, but knowledge, something that she learned from her sire and that has served her quite well during her climb through the ranks. Not only interested in secrets, she maintains a masive library of scientific and philosophic texts, some dating back to well before she was born. A separate and secret section is devoted entirely to occult research. This is all because she obsessively collects rare texts, and they are one of the few things that can break her carefully crafted composure or be used as a bribe.

She is extremely ambitious, due to her unique lack of ability to procreate in the normal vampiric way. Her desire to create a legacy has instead been driven into her desire to make her own personal legend. While this gives her strength and conviction where others might falter, it also leads her to be narcisssistic, egomaniacal, and overconfident. She tends to deal with threats in one of two ways: either with overwhelming force and complete, root-and-stem annihilation, or a careful and subtle crafting of contacts and secrets until she can bring the threat to heel and keep it firmly under her thumb, hopefully for eternity.

Renee has little time for sentiment or conviviality when it's not called for, and while she can be charming, inside she is a cold, calculating monster. This tends to manifest as a lack of care about whether or not she truly looks human. She does nothing to disguise her teeth, or her eyes. She cares nothing for art or music, even less for mortals. She forgets to do the little movements that others use to look alive, and when not moving resembles a statue more than anything else.

History:
During the Seventeenth Century, while the French were fighting the French again and the Blood Wars were coming up to speed after a century, two poor peasants living near the edge of the Loire Valley gave birth to a little girl. She grew up to be very pretty, but had a tendency to go talk to travelling teachers and come back espousing heretical ideas like God being very far away or Galileo's theories, which they still viewed as evil and wrong. So her father arranged for her to be married off to another man's son in another village. But the night before she was to leave, a man came to her in her room, and told her that he could show her the world in a hundred ways she hadn't though of, and she would be free to study whatever she liked forever, as long as he could kiss her. This seemed like a great deal to her naive fifteen year old brain, so she readily accepted. And then she died.

When she awoke, she found herself a member of the undead. While she wasn't exactly excited by this prospect, she was free of marital obligations, the prying eyes of the church, and her rather abusive father, so she decided to make the best out of the situation, since she really had gotten herself into it. But the change from mortal to vampire erased most of her sunny disposition, and the ages since have seen the eradication of most of the rest of her feelings and sentiment on pretty much anything. Which is why she had no qualms at all about destroying her sire when he showed a distinct opening during the wars, allowing her to move up in position. She inherited his libraries and several secret tomes full of juicy details of other vampire's movements, then covered up the whole thing as yet another strike by the Nightkin.

After the Daywalkers were forced out of Europe, the leadership fell into chaos. Those left alive through foresight, political clout, or martial prowess began infighting and throwing blame as to who was responsible for the loss of their holdings. Renee, however, was busy talking to those in the lower and middle ranks. Gathering eyewitness accounts, rumours, intrigue, and anything else she could get her hands on, she amassed an armory of secrets and blackmail, and began using it alongside her own skills, to remove obstacles to her power. As the Industrial Revolution hit, she made a series of wise investments in steel and railroads, always through tertiary interests and intermediaries, and amassed untold wealth. Most of this, in turn, was spent either acquiring additions to her library, additional safehouses, or, most frequently, on bribes and gifts.

In the 1960s, she finally removed the last of her competition, and through carefully crafted loyalties, intimidation, bribes, and promises, Renee ascended to be the head of the Daywalker Clan. She has since held onto it through displays of ruthlessness and skullduggerry, and once by publicly executing a spy from the Gifted through eating them. She has, however, stated many times that while she may be merciless, her only priority is the clan, and will do anything to protect it.

One could assume there are reams of information about Renee and her activities to date, but because of her reclusive and shadowy nature, most of that information is either hidden away or only known by a few loyal retainers. It would take several governmental intelligence agencies months to even put a small file of her modern activities together, so only another vampire with the resources to spend and magical backing stands a chance of learning a substansive amount on her.

Abilities:
Renee is very adept at the Daywalker Aura Sense and Pyrokinesis, making her extremely dangerous in combat when she needs to be. In addition, the Gifted she "disposed of" gave her that Clan's Telepathy gift.

She has a small amount of magical ability, enough to cause some cosmetic changes to her appearance, but not much more.

Aside from staying abreast of medical and scientific advancements since she was turned, Renee is a vast repository of all sorts of knowledge, including but not limited to: agriculture, astronomy, military strategy, socioeconomics, political science, espionage, criminal syndicate activity, antiquity dealing, chemistry, anatomy, vetinary science, psychology, and history.

She has learned, aside from her native French: German, English, Arabic, Cantonese, Russian, Mali, Italian, Portugese, Spanish, Aboriginal Australian, and Japanese.

Despite her not liking to fight anyone, she knows the necessity of personal combat and has had to indulge from time to time, and thus in preparation has learned how to fight in a variety of ways. She is a master of rapier and sabre fencing, horseback riding, marksmanship with modern rifles and pistols, judo, tae kwan do, wing chun, and jogo do pau.

She is decent at a wide variety of other martial skills, though not close to mastering any of them.

She can drive motorised vehicles, but not very well and she doesn't like doing so. She is very adept at sailing, though.

She is terrible with computers and cannot stand them, preferring to write and read hand written correspondence.

Equipment: (Various important possessions)

Other:

Name: Kaya
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Epona (equine)

Appearance:
Height: 10’3” (312 cm), 19 hands(6’4”) at the withers
Weight: 2,169 pounds (984 kg)
Colours: Black hair kept in a long loose braid (n a bun when wearing a helmet), black tail, darkly tanned caucasian skin tone, bay dun colours (light tan coat on the equine half with black socks and a black dorsal stripe), long tan ears sticking out from underneath the hair, warm honey-coloured eyes
Build: Long and tall frame, but very heavily muscled in the equine half, and typical muscles for a fighter in the torso. Not very feminine at all.
Looks: Aside from the ears, Kaya looks much like one would expect a farmer or soldier to look. Her nose has obviously been broken, though it remains straight. She is missing one of her upper canines, and a faint tracery of scars, mostly nicks and small cuts, line her arms and face. Her eyes have developed a permanent squint, as most people do who spend a lot of time staring across brightly sunlit distances do.

Personality: Kaya is, like her father before her, and indeed most Epona, brash and headstrong. She also, as a result of her childhood, has a tendency to be dark and brooding, having a hard time being light-hearted, though it can happen. She does like a good laugh, but has a fairly morbid and dry sense of humour after serving so long as a warrior. She is, to Taldan’s chagrin, completely undiplomatic, and cannot use flowery speech at all. She prefers being direct, blunt, and honest. That isn’t to say that she doesn’t understand diplomacy; on the contrary, she can read through honeyed words quite well, and has a keen sense for deception.

While she likes people in general, she still mistrusts both humans and her own kind, and can’t really make herself feel at home anywhere. She’ll smile, and laugh, and play with children, but her smiles never quite reach her eyes. And on the field of battle, she is completely different. Cold, analytical, and utterly indifferent to the lives of the men and women on the field, though her tactics do show that she attempts to keep casualties to a minimum.

Any mention of riding her, joking or otherwise, is typically met with a swift kick or punch, if she doesn’t draw a blade.

History: Kaya grew up in a tribe whose name has now been lost, because Epona are not known for their written legends. Most history is passed down by the old oral traditions, the songs and tales told around the herdfires after a long day’s travel. But her tribe no longer exists. She was the only daughter of one of the tribes warriors, and stallion on small repute, but well liked for being brave and honourable even if he never turned the tide of battle or slew hundreds of enemies like the legends and heroes of their people. The tribe had made a small ingress into trade with the slow folk, those who walk on two legs and building stone citadels instead of roaming the plains and forests, and grew their food in fields instead of gathering as they went. The tribe elder had proposed twice that they try building a settlement of their own, where the children could learn things that took more concentration than could be spared on the trail.

But Epona are, by nature, distrustful of new things, and the tribe had twice told him it would bring trouble. Unfortunately, even dealing with slowfolk had drawn down the ire of more conservative tribes, and one night, they came by the hundreds to purge their people of the dangerous progressives. Kaya only survived because her father drove them away from the tent long enough for her to escape. He warned her that she should run fast and far, away from the plains she grew up on, and find a new tribe to join. She was two summers old, scared out of her wits, but did as she was bid.

Less than a month later, she found herself in slavery to a group of raiders on the edges of Teryn civilisation. Epona are far stronger for menial labour than Teryn and other slowfolk, and men of low morals used them as plow animals and sometimes mounts, despite the unbelievable shame that imparted. Kaya fought, at first, but she was beaten severely and thrown in a cage until she behaved. It took them a year to break her, but despite her inborn stubbornness, she was still a child. By four she was fully grown, sullen, and maintained only a small amount of spirit, carefully hidden and nurtured. But while hope clung to life, she prayed to anything that would listen to save her from her degradation. An answer came when she was five.

A mercenary band hired by the area's highborn to root out bandits came through, tracking the band who held Kaya captive. The second her captors stopped paying attention to her, she grabbed an axe from a slain man and fell into their ranks from behind, screaming every warcry she could remember. Unarmoured, she could not stand long, but as long as she took a few with her, she would die satisfied. That was not her time, though she took two arrows to her flank and a mace blow knocked her unconscious.

She awoke in the tents of the mercenaries, with their captain standing over her and the company stablemaster looking over her wounds. He introduced himself as Geoffrey Kildare, and offered her a job, with pay and food, if she wanted to fight. Or, he said, she could go free. She liked the idea of fighting more of men like the ones they had slain, so she signed on with what she later learned were known and the Hellcats. A disgraced knight named Taldan was assigned to train her, and he taught her more than fighting. Tactics, foraging and scouting, economics, chivalry, geography, and more were slowly entered into her repertoire, along with all the martial skills she would need. She spent seven years with the company, fighting with the small cavalry unit they had. However, she knew she could do more than just fight for pay, and Taldan agreed when she asked him that the time had come for her to leave the company. As a parting gift, however, he knighted her, though he could not offer her a kingdom to swear allegiance to. The company, being her adoptive family, pooled together what they had and gifted her a massive suit of plate-and-chain. The Captain, meanwhile, gave her a bastard sword sized to fit her, and a heavy spear he assured her would never break on charge. And with those gifts and her severance pay, not a small amount, she left the company to seek her fate.

Since then she has wandered the lands, seeking out the oppressed and the enslaved, or at least honourable cause.

Equipment:
-Full suit of plate mail, backed by chain and leather, along with a full helm. Plates cover her torso, neck, shoulders, upper and lower arms, elbows, waist, flanks, and the fronts of all her legs; chain and leather cover the gaps, and drape halfway down her legs to protect the belly. She can put it on herself, though it takes over an hour, even with practise. There is a cunning series of straps built into the armour to allow this.
-A bastard sword, finely made of folded steel, which stands at six and a half feet tall from pommel to tip. Fine black leather for the grip, but otherwise a plain, utilitarian weapon.
-A thick-hafted, twelve foot spear with a sixteen inch straight blade for a point. This weapon is heavy enough for Kaya to use as a lance, and enchanted to not break upon impact, or at all, really.
-A bearded, one blade hafted axe. On a belt hanger, and used mostly for when she is otherwise disarmed. Small enough for single handed use.
-A stout, steel kite shield, well cared for but also well used. Typically slung across her back when not in use.
-Three finely balanced throwing spears, used for hunting, not combat, in a holder strapped to her side.
-Thick blanket and bedroll, and a tarp for making a lean-to in inclement weather.
-Saddlebags containing soap, food, a hoofpick, brushes and combs, a piece of mirrored steel, whetstones, blade oil, scraps of leather and a sewing kit for repairs.
-A pouch run the length of her belt on the inside, and contains quite a few coins, because she rarely spends what she's paid, preferring to live off the land and favours.
-Very well made horseshoes, thick and plated across the front of her hooves.
-A deep green cotton shirt, carefully folded, pleated white cotton dress which runs to her knees, and a embroidered draping cloth for her hindquarters sit in a flat pack on her back, in case she has to go somewhere without her armour.

Companions: She generally travels alone, unless she is escorting people.

Other: Kaya has expert abilities in both traditional and underhanded field tactics, logistics, and command. She is talented and trained with heavy blades, axes, spears and lances, cavalry tactics, and personal medicine. She is comfortable with the concepts behind fortifications and engineering, farming, cartography, and history. She has knowledge of the theories behind siege warfare, diplomacy, negotiations, and using magic in combat. She is also, of course, very good with horses, and most comfortable in command of cavalry units.

Kaya has no real head for mind games, and abstract logic puzzles confound her. She is terrible at personal relationships, being only marginally comfortable in the company, all of whom she “placed on pedestals” in her mind. As mentioned before, she does not do well in diplomatic or peacekeeping talks, as she is far too blunt, and thus tends to avoid nobles at all costs. Except for punching a needle through leather to stitch padding and other gear maintenance, Kaya has absolutely no domestic skills. Her cooking could be generously called “atrocious”. She is also not proficient with ranged weapons, preferring melee combat. By no means a genius, it takes her a while to sort through much of any problem that can't be explained in a militaristic fashion.

Appearance: Haruka stands at 180 cm(just shy of six foot) and weighs in at a willowy 63.5 kg(140 lbs), and yet does not look gaunt, only graceful. Her hair shows evidence of being cared for in the past, and is kept in a long ponytail or a large bun most of the time. Pale of skin, she appears to fairly exude nobility, something she has tried to hide unsuccessfully. Dark eyes, shadowed by weariness and stress, stare into the middle distance most of the time, though her fighting spirit is obvious when she focuses.

By tiny mannerisms, such as how she stands, the way she looks imperiously over others when observing, the way she holds herself, she is clearly a former samurai, though she has tried to disguise this by wearing only the most common of clothing. Attempts to appear as a born ronin are frequent, though not constant in execution. She can sometimes be observed to check herself and then slouch or otherwise attempt to appear less than she is.

Movement-wise, her long legs carry her quickly, and the strength and speed by which she moves belie augmentation even though none is visible. She also tends to, as most samurai, move as though nothing but her goal matters, cutting through crowds and obstacles with disdain. In combat, her augments become even more obvious, as she moves far faster than a natural human should, and can strike quicker than any but another trained samurai could react.

Armour-wise, without her exosuit, Haruka prefers classically designed raiment with modern material, in the hon kozane dou style. The scales are all made with lightweight alloyed metal, though she forgoes the sode in favour of manueverability, leaving her shoulders exposed but with a much greater range of motion. She owns them, and will don them for ceremonial purposes.

Despite her dour exterior, Haruka is quite warm in personality, and this shows sometimes when she is relaxing. A small smile or a lifting of the brows at something a child shows her, or a hearty laugh at a joke. And when drunk, something she has fallen into the habit of doing recently, she can in fact be boisterous and rather ignorant of personal space, tending to hang off of others with abandon to keep herself either standing or in the conversation. Her favourite topics include poetry, music, and small, furry animals, no matter the species or world of origin.

Origin: Samurai

Former Faction: Takeda

Skills:
Primary: Swordsmanship
Secondary: Piloting, Survival

Fighting Style: Ten Kara no Kaminari (天からの雷, Thunder from Heaven) is a fast and brutal combat style, perfected by Morishige Kaito, as befitting his unit's role as a shock force. There is no pause for reading your opponent as in most styles, no standing back and waiting. The fighter is trained through a harsh regimen to read their opponent as they react to the charge, and fight appropriately. Strikes are aimed to maim, disable, or kill outright as quickly as possible, with little artistry if it gets in the way of efficiency. Major joints and the neck are typical targets. Training happens with katana, naginata, masakari, wakazashi, and even tanto. When unarmed, the style relies on closing fast, inside the opponents range, and striking with forehead, elbow, and knee, savaging the opponent too quickly for him to react well. Throws are rare, as it defeats the purpose, though joint locks with the aim of breaking bones are common. Inside an exosuit, the style remains mostly unchanged, though the use of booster jets and utilising the RAI as an offensive tool against unarmoured opponents come into play. The style demands a very small exosuit, compared to others, barely more than an armoured flightsuit, allowing the Iron Samurai to move lightning fast compared to larger, bulkier opponents.

Weapons: Yume no Hana o Karu(夢の花を刈る, Dream-cutting Blossom), when expanded to it's full length, is a five and a half foot naginata with a monoedged blade that glitters blue when struck by the right light, but otherwise looks mostly just like a normal blade. The pole features cleverly disguised ridges inside a sakura blossom motif, pink and black on a white background. The ridges themselves are the result of the weapons functionality, designed to fit inside a fighter crafts cockpit without getting in the way. It telescopes down to merely a foot and a half, with the blade sliding down into the haft. It can be flicked open remarkably fast, though a safety catch near the base is what releases the blade itself, allowing the super-strong alloyed pole to be used as a staff if desired.

Standard daisho set: Though monoedged, the katana is a simple affair, bearing a simple black scabbard and hilt with silver highlights. The wakizashi, however, bears the same motif as the naginata.

Kurēnburēdo class fighter craft: This specialty of the Takeda's is a long, narrow, blade-like ship, cockpit near the rear, with a twin mounted rear impulse engine and extremely powerful manuevering jets. Several heavy rapid-fire auto-cannons, not as powerful as railguns but in the same neighbourhood, spread along the “crosstree” of the craft, pointing forwards. The crowning point of the thing, however, is the finely tuned balance. It turns on a dime and moves extremely fast. In formation they can tear apart most other fighter craft, when well piloted, and does very well even in dogfights.

Measuring twelve metres from nosecone to exhaust, when fully loaded it carries enough fuel for three days of low-grade impulse travel, or around twelve hours of combat. The ammunition bay holds thirty-six thousand rounds of caseless 30mm slugs, in batches of six-thousand for each of the six cannons, mounted hexagonally around the midline "crosstree". The whole of the ship weighs in at around fifteen tonnes, and can easily hide in the silhouette of most other ships when needed, which is how she got it on board the station to begin with.

Motivation: With her expulsion from the ranks of the Takeda samurai, Haruka has lost direction. No stranger to being by herself for periods of time, she has kept herself in shape, and currently does odd-jobs to earn money or food. However, her honour pulls her two ways. First, with the dishonour and execution of her lord, society demands that she commit seppuku, but as the last of her fighting style, she cannot let it die with her. To that end, she is painstakingly saving up to start a dojo, teach one student, and then she can decide whether she should live or not.

Backstory: Born to a minor family inside a subsidiary company of a subsidiary company of the Takeda Corporation, Haruka was the only child of the Kitamura primary line. Without a son, her father decided that she must be better than anyone else, to bring glory to their name, and thus she was trained as soon as she could walk in all that bushido aimed to be. Her father, an idealist and of a low enough rank to not be dangerous to his superiours, used much of his money getting her trained with the main Takeda samurai, purchasing favours where he could to earn her place. She did him very proudly, taking to both combat and courtly behaviour quite easily, and was selected for her lord's main body, assigned to the illustrious Morishige Thunders. Here, under Morishige's watchful eye, she became the top student of Ten Kara no Kaminari.

Serving from fifteen years old, Haruka distinguished herself in combat multiple times over, survivng being stranded in enemy territory on several occasions, once even successfully taking control of a small military vessel after being taken prisoner. Several times, she earned direct praise from her Lord Sawada, who gifted her the naginata she now carries.

However, just one year ago, in an unprecedented assault on the Takeda holdings by Nobunaga-Zaibatsu, Morishige's unit was called in, but failed to arrive in time, resulting in a minor lord's death. Morishige himself was found dead drunk the next day, and the whole unit was arrested, saving that Haruka was sent away just before the arrest, and while technically is wanted by Lord Sawada for arrest and judgement, she refuses to come in and has fled to the planet Aishidu, in Date territory. In the past year, she has poorly attempted to disguise her true nature, removed all identifying labels of her former corporate overlords, and now works to survive on the planet, taking jobs she inwardly seethes at having to do. Morishige's final words to her were to not let the Ten Kara no Kaminari die with him, so she is honour bound now to find a way to further the school.

Her fighter craft is now stashed in an abandoned docking bay in the city of Hakuto, where it sits idle until she can one day regain enough of her sense of honour to allow herself to fly it again. The outer insignia have all been masked, and much useless junk added to disguise its sleek lines. She actually lives in the docking bay as well, keeping to herself when not working or drinking at a local sake house.

Setting: Earth, 2109(start sometime in the summer?)
Genre: Cyberpunk, sandbox, slice-of-life, political
Inspirations: VA 11 Hall-A, Transmetropolitan, Snow Crash & Diamond Age, Shadowrun, Cowboy Bebop

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Technological Advances


Geopolitics and Economics


People


The Corporate Culture


On the News


Central Setting


None of this is to say players cannot exist outside of Hong Kong, only that the first chapter/season/whatever is going to have most of the central plot occur inside or relating to Hong Kong

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CS Format

Name:
Age:
Homeworld:
Profession:
Appearance:
Notable Cybernetic Modifications:
Notable Material Possessions:
Personality:
-Pro or anti corporation?
-Spiritual or secular?
Bio:

Couple of notes on character creation:
~When making Digits, keep in mind that while they are ‘ageless’ in a biological sense, they’ve only been around since 2057.
~Please only denote, in appearance, those modifications that are visible. Everything else(capabilities and whatnot) goes in the Mods section.
~Also note that military enhancements, unless shielded from police scanners(which is not easy and costs quite a bit), are easily detectable and highly illegal.
~Interplanetary ships exist, and most civilian models can accelerate up to .6 c. That is a very difficult speed to manuever at, but not impossible. Regulations demand that anyone entering space around a planet or moon inside the area of double the orbital range (IE: Twice the distance from Earth that the moon orbits at, or 477,800 miles), speed must be below 100,000 kph. Inside major orbital traffic, the speed limit is one tenth of that. Military vehicles, if you can reasonably justify owning one(or are a military serviceperson), have a current top speed of .8 c, and are held to the same regulations.
(What does all of this mean? Well, it’s mostly here to help with narrative timeline, not to make you do a lot of math. It means that the journey from Earth to the Jupiter takes a little under an hour at top speed instead of years, as it would with current tech levels. Yeah, my math may be off, but I am not an astrophysicist. Just relax and remember that I cut down the time to make sure everyone could interact in reasonable times instead of waiting for their mail for half a century.)
~You can make this as fancy as you like, so long as I can still read it!
~There are no aliens at this moment in the narrative, please don’t ask. When that time comes, you will know.

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Rules and Reg
~ All standard rules of RPG apply, obviously.
~If someone in a collab is taking too long and doesn’t reply to messages after a reasonable amount of time(~two weeks), let me know and we can figure out how to unstick your character.
~I’m trying to keep this at Advanced levels, but I much prefer quality over quantity. If you’ve got a really solid post that says everything you need it to, but it’s not coming up to what you think is okay word-count wise, go ahead and post! I am impatient and want to read it!

Character you have created: Briseann an Ghaoth te an Geimhreadh Oighreata
Alias:
-Winter
-Lady of Flowers and Sorrow
-The Painter of the Blooms
-The Lady of Storms, Glade-walker
-Lamb of the Periwinkle
-Sapphire Princess(not allowed in the unseelie court)
-Queen of Scraps(insult)
-The Tear that Waters the Gardens(insult)
Speech Color: Sky blue
Character Alignment: Uhhhhh.
Identity: Everyone in the London supernatural scene knows who she is. Most European supernatural circles know what she is. Anyone dealing with the fae regularly knows what she is. No one knows where she comes from outside of the Unseelie Court.

Character Personality: Briseann is utterly alien to most human understanding, as she is one of the sidhe. She can be at best described in anecdotes, and most of those are positive. She extracts favours for people in return for giving them a new chance or start on their lives, however it may be accomplished. She cannot be bribed to give away their details, so she may be described as honorable or honest. She refuses to grant safe passage to those who threaten her clients or staff, so she may be described as loyal or protective. She is fierce in defense of her carved out possessions, so she may be described as territorial. All of these fail miserably to describe her as a person, but as she may in fact fall outside of the definition of “person” to begin with, they will do for now.

She can be said to enjoy word games, food, drink, and songs, especially anything original. She constantly uses her wealth and influence to acquire artwork and, more importantly, artists. And excepting those who have wronged her or her people, she is quite friendly, or at least welcoming.

Uniform/costume: Other than a penchant for the colors of spring flowers and the sky, she has no solid style, and seems to change outfits and fashions as often as her whim.

Origin Info/Details: How does one describe thousands of years of an unaging fairy's life? It's pretty impossible. So let's try and pare it down to the barest of bones.

Winter was born in the lands of the fae, to a doomed court in a doomed family. She managed to survive due to her mother's guile and tenacity in securing a future for her only daughter, at the expense of her own life. For over a thousand years, Winter lived in the court which shares her name, and learned there all the lessons which would ensure her survival. Mostly these involved living through assassination attempts: light poisonings, magical attacks, political maneuverings, trolls assaults, and any number of knives, swords, maces, garrotes, and friendly fists. In addition her mind became sharp as a sheet of ice, viciously prepared to cut through bullshit without saying she had.

Silence in victory and utter relentlessness in avoiding defeat finally took their toll, however, and she finally mis-spoke in front of the Queen of Air and Darkness. Her years of service and her existence as a reminder of the price of hubris saved her life, but she was banished, upon pain of True Death, to the lands the fae had lost so long ago. Here, she scraped, stumbled, and bled through a good portion of modern history, living several life times and losing everything more than not.

In the modern day, she has taken residence in London, occupying as much building as her aptitude with finances will allow, and now running the club known as Bláthanna Bróin, where she rules as a minor queen amongs the supernatural population, enforcing a blocks wide neutral zone for all creatures to engage in that most human of activities: Capitalism. She has been here since the Blitz, having helped rebuild the area she now occupies, and has earned the respect of most of the supernatural population by tending to their wounded during the war.

Hero Type:Magic
Power Level: City

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Weaknesses:
-Iron and steel will kill her as if it was cyanide-filled molecular acid. Just touching it will cause her extreme pain and negate every last piece of magic she has. Her magic cannot effect anything shielded by the metal, either.
-Any entry to the fae realms, for any reason, in any area, will immediately cause a mark on her skin. Ever after she is a target of the Wild Hunt.
-While immune to mortal poisons, faerie poisons will still be more than sufficient on a sidhe. And while no disease can touch her naturally, curses levelled at her can accomplish the same thing.
-While naturally fast and strong compared to humans, she is actually somewhat weak for a sidhe. Others of her kind could easily overpower her. Thankfully most sidhe do not fight with their own bodies.

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