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Jaheim Jabulani
Appearance
Standing at 6’3 with a frame of 215lbs, Jaheim Jabulani is what most people would call a big man. Most of this weight, muscle and height in equal measures, came from the military training and diet. Bronzed ochre complexion spreads across his skin and highlights the sharpness of his grooming—thinly trimmed goatee on his face and a sponge-curled fade on top of his head. Jaheim takes personal hygiene and grooming very seriously due to the standards of the US military and because of his routine his skin is smooth and free of blemishes and his grooming is impeccable. Tattoos adorn his arms and back, identifiers from his active duty days and a rebellious answer to his parents’ desire for their son to be completely clean cut.
Age
36
Gender
Male
Nationality
South African
Chaos Magic Ability
Through the dual bonds of trauma and personal belief, Jaheim came to be able to harness the ability to summon weaponry. Once summoned, he is able to telepathically control said weaponry if he does not opt to grab hold of it and use it conventionally. These weapons are borne of both myth and legend and can be used in a variety of manners only subject to Jaheim’s whims. As a cost of harnessing Chaos Magic, Jaheim’s ability limits the number of weapons he is able to summon and control at one time. The greater the number, the more physical strain his body takes before vitality itself begins to be sapped from him. Summoning an army of weaponry may sound grand, but it would significantly shorten Jaheim’s lifespan and leave him in critical condition as well.
History
The beaches of Camps Bay in Cape Town, South Africa are where Jaheim Jabulani originally calls home. Born to a doctor mother and a military father, Jaheim’s life seemed destined for where it would end up. As a child, his home was all he could ask for. Situated in City Bowl about a half hour from the Bay, the Jabulani’s family home was tucked neatly between other apartment buildings and subject to the hustle and bustle of the city. It was the noise that Jaheim loved the most. Waking up to the sounds car honks, blended voices outside on the sidewalks, and public transportation really brought him to life. It evoked a vigor in him not dissimilar to the highs one gets from the gym when working out. But it was Camps Bay that really brought the kid out of him. His mother would take him every weekend to the beach so he could feel the sand between his toes and appreciate the clear blue waters. His father would join them when he could between tours and when they were all together, they had the best of times. Things changed when Jaheim turned six years old.
The beginning of the demon invasion was the worst part of the entire ordeal. No one knew where or how the creatures came to be, only that there had been a massive explosion in the atmosphere visible from everywhere on Earth and from that explosion, monsters crawled through the holes left behind and began to viciously attack humanity. South Africa was invaded not long after the initial explosion. The creatures tore people apart and even as a child, Jaheim was subjected to seeing things he shouldn’t have seen at such an impressionable young age. Due to his father’s military connections, Jaheim and his family were able to secure a way out of South Africa fairly quickly and the Jabulanis emigrated to the United States that same year. As part of the deal however, Jaheim’s father’s military unit was loaned out to the US Marines and they were to conduct joint operations together.
Every day became a horror. Jaheim would witness men, women, and even children torn apart on his way to school and he prayed for his father’s safety in the ongoing fight daily. By this time the angels had appeared and were helping humanity to destroy the beasts, but it was a slow going affair. There were protocols citizens had to follow in order to live somewhat normal lives and even with these adjustments, Jaheim always felt dangerously close to meeting the fate of any one of the unfortunate victims he’d seen in the past. He continued his education in the US school system, skipping a few grades here and there and dual enrolling in high school and college courses when the time came. Though he studied criminal law in school, he dedicated himself to physical training outside of it if only but to find a way to ignore the outside world for a few moments and pretend everything was still the way it had been.
When the news finally came that his father would never return, Jaheim became broken. He was twenty seven and the world was shifting even more quickly than it had been at the onset of the invasion. The angels had taken twenty years to eradicate the demons, but they had now turned on humanity choosing to punish humankind for frivolously wasting their lives in needless wars over resources and power. It turned out that Jaheim’s father would survive hell itself and the demonic invasion only to be slain by the betrayal of the angels. Jaheim was broken, but he was also determined. He never went into the depression that threatened to consume him because the goal was clear. He needed to kill the angels, no matter what the cost. He enlisted in the US Army the next year and chose to become the tip of the spear, an infantryman.
Jaheim was shipped all over the world during his tours of duty. He fought in South Korea, Afghanistan, Africa, China, Russia, and more, eager to go wherever they’d send him to fight back the angelic invasion and get revenge for the killing of his father. At age thirty three, Jaheim’s life took a different turn. As he was completing a tour of duty in Italy, he unknowingly uncovered a ring of believers hailing from The Vatican. The Vatican had been destroyed by this point in time, but their remnants still held out in parts of the country. It came to Jaheim’s attention that this ring of believers were helping the angels in exchange for sparing their lives and their eternal devotion. Jaheim was outraged. So outraged that he murdered each person in the ring in cold blood.
Though he plead his case at his military tribunal, he was sentenced to a life in prison for killing human beings at a time when humanity was being slaughtered by supernatural forces. Jaheim had no choice but to accept his fate and serve out his sentence in a brand new experimental city called Seraph’s End. Three years later, Jaheim serves his sentence dutifully with the same sort of dedication he gave to the military when he was enlisted. There are rumblings that Seraph’s End will soon be hit by the invasion of angels, but as it stands it has not happened yet. The only things that occupy Jaheim’s mind are his mother who went back to South Africa after it was cleared of demons and somehow managed to survive the angelic onslaught thus far. His weekly calls to her are the only thing that keeps him going in a life where all he has to look forward to is his cell.
The beginning of the demon invasion was the worst part of the entire ordeal. No one knew where or how the creatures came to be, only that there had been a massive explosion in the atmosphere visible from everywhere on Earth and from that explosion, monsters crawled through the holes left behind and began to viciously attack humanity. South Africa was invaded not long after the initial explosion. The creatures tore people apart and even as a child, Jaheim was subjected to seeing things he shouldn’t have seen at such an impressionable young age. Due to his father’s military connections, Jaheim and his family were able to secure a way out of South Africa fairly quickly and the Jabulanis emigrated to the United States that same year. As part of the deal however, Jaheim’s father’s military unit was loaned out to the US Marines and they were to conduct joint operations together.
Every day became a horror. Jaheim would witness men, women, and even children torn apart on his way to school and he prayed for his father’s safety in the ongoing fight daily. By this time the angels had appeared and were helping humanity to destroy the beasts, but it was a slow going affair. There were protocols citizens had to follow in order to live somewhat normal lives and even with these adjustments, Jaheim always felt dangerously close to meeting the fate of any one of the unfortunate victims he’d seen in the past. He continued his education in the US school system, skipping a few grades here and there and dual enrolling in high school and college courses when the time came. Though he studied criminal law in school, he dedicated himself to physical training outside of it if only but to find a way to ignore the outside world for a few moments and pretend everything was still the way it had been.
When the news finally came that his father would never return, Jaheim became broken. He was twenty seven and the world was shifting even more quickly than it had been at the onset of the invasion. The angels had taken twenty years to eradicate the demons, but they had now turned on humanity choosing to punish humankind for frivolously wasting their lives in needless wars over resources and power. It turned out that Jaheim’s father would survive hell itself and the demonic invasion only to be slain by the betrayal of the angels. Jaheim was broken, but he was also determined. He never went into the depression that threatened to consume him because the goal was clear. He needed to kill the angels, no matter what the cost. He enlisted in the US Army the next year and chose to become the tip of the spear, an infantryman.
Jaheim was shipped all over the world during his tours of duty. He fought in South Korea, Afghanistan, Africa, China, Russia, and more, eager to go wherever they’d send him to fight back the angelic invasion and get revenge for the killing of his father. At age thirty three, Jaheim’s life took a different turn. As he was completing a tour of duty in Italy, he unknowingly uncovered a ring of believers hailing from The Vatican. The Vatican had been destroyed by this point in time, but their remnants still held out in parts of the country. It came to Jaheim’s attention that this ring of believers were helping the angels in exchange for sparing their lives and their eternal devotion. Jaheim was outraged. So outraged that he murdered each person in the ring in cold blood.
Though he plead his case at his military tribunal, he was sentenced to a life in prison for killing human beings at a time when humanity was being slaughtered by supernatural forces. Jaheim had no choice but to accept his fate and serve out his sentence in a brand new experimental city called Seraph’s End. Three years later, Jaheim serves his sentence dutifully with the same sort of dedication he gave to the military when he was enlisted. There are rumblings that Seraph’s End will soon be hit by the invasion of angels, but as it stands it has not happened yet. The only things that occupy Jaheim’s mind are his mother who went back to South Africa after it was cleared of demons and somehow managed to survive the angelic onslaught thus far. His weekly calls to her are the only thing that keeps him going in a life where all he has to look forward to is his cell.
Name
Rahma Idrissi
Appearance
Age
43
Gender
Female
Nationality
Moroccan
Chaos Magic Ability
Harmonic Dominion - Rahma can near totally manipulate sound waves within a few hundred meters of herself, even without line of sight. This ability comes with an innate understanding of the acoustic properties of whatever object she attempts to manipulate more directly, such as the natural frequency and resistance to sound transmission, although this requires increasing focus as more materials are involved.
Direct manipulation involves changing the frequency, wavelength, velocity, and loudness of sounds. The more she changes one aspect, the less she is able to impact the others. Applications of this power are as varied as the sounds that exist. She might deafen all noise on a stealth mission such that any action she takes has no audible aspect. She might manipulate the sound to perform acoustic imaging from the scale of an ultrasound to ambient noise tomography (the use of ambient noise to detect mineral deposits and other geologic aspects). Or she might manipulate velocity and loudness to create a blast wave that destroys an opponent. Rahma's abilities only increase with every application of noise she encounters.
History
Rahma cannot remember the world before the demons and angels arrived. She was alive then, yes, but her memories have turned ash like so many cities in the intervening decades. Her first real memory is the first time a demon appeared in the streets of Tangier. Some might call the scene a nightmare; nightmares cannot drag you into the streets, grating off your skin against the baking asphalt while tendrils shoot out to spear any soul stupid enough to run. Pleasant memories compared to the devastation that came next.
Morocco fared well in those early years relative to many other countries as a result of their military modernization, although the word 'relative' carried most of the weight in strategic assessments. Her family remained in Morocco as members of the government attempting to stabilize the domestic situation. Tangiers benefited from the proximity to the Strait of Gibraltar as it received more direct military aid than the rest of the country as warships crossed from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean.
When she turned 19, Rahma was drafted into the military; her family did not have the leverage to protect her from that fate. She was not sent to a frontline role, at least initially, instead supporting logistic efforts to maintain the overstretched supply lines. She diverted what she could to help her family from military supply depots, which amounted to very little in the face of global supply breakdown. The war eventually consumed Tangier, though, and she was pushed into the combat she had so longed to avoid.
Two decades of constant combat followed across North Africa and Europe. The Siege of Cairo and following relief operations to keep the Suez Canal open. Reconquering Malta which the demons used to choke travel in the Mediterranean. The annihilation of Mecca on the eve of victory as the angels turned their sights on what remained of humanity, turning a hundred thousand souls to cinders in the opening hour. Betrayal from on high hurt less than the nerve damage and shattered limbs she received on that day.
No one could be allowed to leave when they still had resources to offer, and thus Rahma was transferred to the strategic side of the war. Her experience in coordinating the international war efforts and her family's continued rise in importance sent her to the heart of Europe's resistance in Brussels. It was a short stint when she heard of Seraph's End, a new-age beacon to humanity's resilience; also a place where she could more easily look out for herself.
As a low-level liaison, she made the most use of special privileges in the new city. Chief among them was the supply of sedatives to ignore the world around her. The years in Seraph's End were a fog that only broke when Morocco was cleansed and the angels razed what remained of Marrakesh and Tangier. She leapt out of the fog and into a whirlpool of mistakes. Authorities could write off the drug-related charges and the declining performance. Attempting to break into a military armory and steal a tank they could not given the two dead soldiers after she collapsed the side of a building. And thus Rahma came to find herself in a prison cell in Seraph's End, expecting nothing but to be abandoned now that her usefulness had worn out.
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|| 39 | Female | American (Chicago, IL – of Kenyan descent) ||C H A O S M A G I C A B I L I T Y — “F I E L D N U L L”Eve’s ability allows her to generate localized domains where the fundamental constants of reality falter. In these pockets of influence, air grows heavy, sound is extinguished at its source, and kinetic energy dissipates into nothing.
Core Facet – Null Sphere:
Her signature manifestation consists of a three-meter radius field that uses her will to suppress the laws of physics. Inertia ceases to function, causing projectiles to hang inertly. Acoustic vibrations are absorbed, creating an unnerving vacuum of silence. Even biological processes are affected, slowing heartbeats and preventing wounds from closing. Maintaining this field for extended periods is physiologically devastating; exceeding thirty seconds induces severe sensory overload, manifesting as vertigo, violent tremors, and neural feedback that can incapacitate her for hours.
Offensive Facet – Null Pulse:
Evelyn can collapse an active field inward, creating a pressureless implosion that scrambles equilibrium and ruptures inner ears. It leaves enemies disoriented and vomiting, but the backlash costs her blood and hearing. She uses it sparingly, often as a finishing gesture.
Defensive Facet – Null Veil:
A lighter projection that bends the Null around her body, muffling sound and bending light just enough to blur her outline. It is the perfect tool for conducting emergency medical procedures in the heart of a conflict or for a stealthy retreat. However, the constant visual distortion required takes its toll, leaving her with lingering after-images and a persistent, dizzying sensation of movement long after the veil has dropped.
Environmental Facet – Null Drag:
By projecting the Null Field vertically as a tall, narrow column, Evelyn can manipulate gravitational and atmospheric forces in a specific aerial vector. This creates a sudden, powerful downdraft capable of seizing flying creatures and yanking them violently to the ground. While the effect lasts only moments, it is sufficient to ruin wings and shatter momentum. The physical strain, however, is shared; her own body bears a fraction of the gravitational shock, often causing her knees to buckle and blood vessels to burst under the overwhelming load.P E R S O N A L I T Y- A Study in Composure: Evelyn carries herself with the movement and speech of someone for whom total self-possession is the final bastion against madness. Her actions are purposeful, her words carefully selected, giving her an aura of unshakeable, almost clinical calm. This unflappable demeanour in the face of catastrophe is less reassuring than it is deeply disquieting to those around her.
- Dry Humour: Her humour is as precise and understated as her surgical technique: dry, dark, and often delivered with a detached air. It is the kind of observation that dissects a situation's inherent absurdity or darkness, often landing with more penetrating insight than she may have intended, leaving others uncertain whether to laugh or recoil.
- Distrusting: Betrayal has been the most effective instructor in her life, schooling her in the hard lesson that vigilance is a more reliable ally than faith. While she is capable of cooperating with those she doubts, this collaboration is always strategic. She positions herself with conscious awareness, never fully relying on another's watchfulness, treating every alliance as a temporary and conditional arrangement.
B A C K G R O U N DBefore the world knew her as a traitor, Dr. Evelyn Kaine was a cornerstone of military medicine, a surgeon whose unwavering nerve in the face of devastation could turn triage zones into controlled environments of life-saving efficiency. Her father, Senator Daniel Kaine, leveraged his considerable political capital to fund humanitarian aid and reshape military policy in the desperate early years of the angelic siege. Evelyn’s expertise on the front lines made her an invaluable asset to his initiatives. Still, her high-level security clearances and access to sensitive data also made her a vulnerability and a target for people moving against her father’s influence.
The plot unfolded at an international summit in Johannesburg, a gathering meant to solidify global alliances. When the assassins struck, the investigation revealed a devastatingly simple paper trail. Security overrides, transport documentation, and even falsified patient records all carried the unmistakable imprint of her authorization. The perpetrators melted away, but the digital evidence they deliberately left behind was a roadmap pointing directly to Evelyn. The ultimate blow was that her father, the summit's keynote, was the primary target, and he was among the fallen.
In the aftermath, Evelyn could only recall the face of the man who had orchestrated her ruin: the stoic, capable security liaison from her father’s protective detail. He had meticulously built a foundation of professional respect and personal trust, a deception that made the betrayal absolute. By the time the authorities arrived, his identity had been scrubbed from every database, a ghost who had never truly existed.
Facing a military tribunal, she was branded a conspirator against the state. The media, hungry for a villain, crowned her “The Doctor of Death.” Through it all, Evelyn offered no defence. Whether shattered by grief, paralyzed by the sheer scale of the deception, or simply recognizing the futility of protest, she allowed her silence to become the final nail in her coffin.R E L A T I O N S H I P SWIP- A Study in Composure: Evelyn carries herself with the movement and speech of someone for whom total self-possession is the final bastion against madness. Her actions are purposeful, her words carefully selected, giving her an aura of unshakeable, almost clinical calm. This unflappable demeanour in the face of catastrophe is less reassuring than it is deeply disquieting to those around her.
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Age: 39
Gender: Male
Nationality: Irish
Chaos Magic Ability: Shape Changer
By channeling the raw, unpredictable power of chaos, he can reshape his own body to extraordinary extremes. He can heighten his strength or endurance, grow in size, morph his limbs into weapons, shift his features, or even rework his biology — such as forming gills to breathe underwater.
(Think something loosely akin to the Venom symbiote.)
The process is agonizing, draining vast amounts of energy, and its difficulty scales with the complexity of the change. Every transformation carries a price: enlarged muscles limit agility, denser forms weigh him down, and unfamiliar shapes demand time and practice to master — adjusting to new balance, movement, and control.
History:
-"There has always been money in death, profits to be made at the cost of life, be it the simple notes taken from a wallet, a complex inheritance, or the strategic molding of an empire.
If there was someone to benefit from it, then it would also lead to be that there would be someone willing to pay for it. Even in this new world of angels and demons, money was still king."-
Born in Ireland and raised in the UK, his father a police officer, mother a teacher. He heard of the demon invasion long before he actually witnessed any of those vile beasts firsthand. That didn't mean that he wasn't affected by their presence. The world changed, people changed. Chaos filled the streets.
Gangs, violence and theft skyrocketed in the wake of panic and fear.
His early years were spent locked up in a large apartment complex. Homeschooled by his parents with the addition of self-defense classes taught by his ex-military father.
At age 10 the demon invasion finally hit close to home. His father who was still an active police officer was called to a scene and barely survived the attack, while his body healed-mostly-his mind never did. He became a shell of his former self, tormented and broken by what he witnessed.
At just 12 years old Riley was forced to make his first kill, a home invader who he shot dead to protect his family.
Shortly after his 14th birthday his mother disappeared, never to come home again, no clue or trace ever found. This shattered his already fragile father, and Riley was forced to get involved with the local gangs as a way to look after his father and himself.
This situation carried on for just under two years when once again his life was torn apart. Demons got into their apartment complex and wreaked havoc. Many were brutally murdered, Riley was lucky to survive, his father did not. The following year he enlisted to fight demons.
His father's method of teaching prepared him for a military life. He fit in there, he understood it, he was good at it. He found his calling, an outlet for his emotions, something to focus on, and he quickly excelled up the ranks to eventually be moved into a specialized taskforce.
Travelling the world, being directed where to fight and who to fight he soon came to see things the way they truly were, to learn value they put on different lives, to understand who called the shots, and became aware of the river of commerce under it all. At one point he tried to challenge the system, but even with the presence of angels, greed still firmly gripped the hearts of men and it was something that could not be changed.
A few years before the demon war was over, he grew tired of taking orders and abandoned the military to join a small private sector of mercenaries. Outside of the military he realised just how demonic the humans were too.
By the time the angels turned on man, he was already working purely for money. Good and evil had lost all meaning, only death was certain.
His job took him all around the world, killing and protecting. Politicians in France. CEO's in China. Arms dealers in North Korea. An accountant in Sweden. Diplomatic summit leaders in South Africa.
He went where ever his new god -money- took him and did what ever was necessary to get the job done. He would kill, lie, cheat, torture and befriend anyone. It was an art form, a game. He would divert his full focus into each contract with little thought to the consequences, politically or for self.
But, he built up too much of a reputation for himself, his presence made certain people uncomfortable, and while united only on paper, the militaries worked together to seize him on grounds of abandonment of duty. Once detained however he vanished. Being passed from one agency to the next on his way back home, each taking their own pound of flesh as they sought all the secrets he might know. His journey paused in Sereph's End however as negotiations for his trade hit a roadblock.
If there was someone to benefit from it, then it would also lead to be that there would be someone willing to pay for it. Even in this new world of angels and demons, money was still king."-
Born in Ireland and raised in the UK, his father a police officer, mother a teacher. He heard of the demon invasion long before he actually witnessed any of those vile beasts firsthand. That didn't mean that he wasn't affected by their presence. The world changed, people changed. Chaos filled the streets.
Gangs, violence and theft skyrocketed in the wake of panic and fear.
His early years were spent locked up in a large apartment complex. Homeschooled by his parents with the addition of self-defense classes taught by his ex-military father.
At age 10 the demon invasion finally hit close to home. His father who was still an active police officer was called to a scene and barely survived the attack, while his body healed-mostly-his mind never did. He became a shell of his former self, tormented and broken by what he witnessed.
At just 12 years old Riley was forced to make his first kill, a home invader who he shot dead to protect his family.
Shortly after his 14th birthday his mother disappeared, never to come home again, no clue or trace ever found. This shattered his already fragile father, and Riley was forced to get involved with the local gangs as a way to look after his father and himself.
This situation carried on for just under two years when once again his life was torn apart. Demons got into their apartment complex and wreaked havoc. Many were brutally murdered, Riley was lucky to survive, his father did not. The following year he enlisted to fight demons.
His father's method of teaching prepared him for a military life. He fit in there, he understood it, he was good at it. He found his calling, an outlet for his emotions, something to focus on, and he quickly excelled up the ranks to eventually be moved into a specialized taskforce.
Travelling the world, being directed where to fight and who to fight he soon came to see things the way they truly were, to learn value they put on different lives, to understand who called the shots, and became aware of the river of commerce under it all. At one point he tried to challenge the system, but even with the presence of angels, greed still firmly gripped the hearts of men and it was something that could not be changed.
A few years before the demon war was over, he grew tired of taking orders and abandoned the military to join a small private sector of mercenaries. Outside of the military he realised just how demonic the humans were too.
By the time the angels turned on man, he was already working purely for money. Good and evil had lost all meaning, only death was certain.
His job took him all around the world, killing and protecting. Politicians in France. CEO's in China. Arms dealers in North Korea. An accountant in Sweden. Diplomatic summit leaders in South Africa.
He went where ever his new god -money- took him and did what ever was necessary to get the job done. He would kill, lie, cheat, torture and befriend anyone. It was an art form, a game. He would divert his full focus into each contract with little thought to the consequences, politically or for self.
But, he built up too much of a reputation for himself, his presence made certain people uncomfortable, and while united only on paper, the militaries worked together to seize him on grounds of abandonment of duty. Once detained however he vanished. Being passed from one agency to the next on his way back home, each taking their own pound of flesh as they sought all the secrets he might know. His journey paused in Sereph's End however as negotiations for his trade hit a roadblock.
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