[CHAR] Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

[Heckno12]

Felix Dromas

Felix Dromas

Race: Human and Tulak (Though he's almost indistinguishable from a normal human)

Age: 24

Gender: male

Appearance:



Standing at a height of 5' 11" Felix is pretty unimposing. He doesn't look terribly muscular, but that's the cost of being mostly cybernetic.

Equipment:

6 Flashbang grenades

Stun Baton

Rail Amp'd Hand Cannon- Felix's weapon of choice, only has three shots to the magazine. He generally carries eight mags on his person. Generally requires cybernetic limbs or at least specially designed braces to keep the user from snapping their wrist firing it at full power. Naturally he's gotta be a bit careful firing it near windows or weak points on the ship.

Attunement/enhancements: Felix is about 50% prosthetic after his very close encounter with death. His arms, legs and eyes have been completely replaced with top of the line cybernetics. Unfortunately the human brain isn't meant to run this much equipment, so a standard VI was installed to help him regulate the functions of each and increase his overall effectiveness. His eyes, despite looking almost completely normal are also prosthetic.

ProstheTech MK III artificial limbs- Between titanium alloys and carbon fiber joints, these limbs are pretty difficult to damage. The powerful mechanisms allow these limbs to exert more strength than their standard human counterparts while still looking the same using synthetic skin. Most people would be almost completely unable to distinguish the two unless they were damaged.

ProstheTech MK II artificial eyes- Using enhanced cameras these devices simulate eyesight in those that either lost their own or never had it. This allows the user to bring up Heads Up Displays and other nifty functions through the neural interface.

Virtus VI- More of a utility VI than anything else, the Virtus helps Felix keep all of his cybernetics running. It also allows him to run basic scans within a small (5 meter) radius. It only recognizes basic commands he gives it, but he still treats it like an AI with a mind of its own.

Unique Abilities :

Proximity scan: Felix's VI is able to scan nearby technology and to a lesser extent organic materials. As a combat-engineer however, his interest is purely in the tech.

Overclock: Felix can overclock his cybernetic enhancements to dangerous levels in serious situations strengthening his limbs and allowing him to react faster. Like a computer, this produces a dangerous amount of heat and is only used in very specific situations.

Personality: Felix has seen, no, experienced some things that no living being should. Being dismembered and tortured left deep mental scars that not even a psych expert can begin to decrypt. Other than that, he is a fairly charismatic individual that is surprisingly softhearted outside of combat. Due to his own circumstances, he fully believes that at least some of the prisoners weren't horrible enough to be sent on the Alcatraz.

Bio:

Felix was born to a Tulak mother and Human father, a union that was slightly unorthodox at the time. While the two races were fairly friendly towards one another, it was still taboo for Tulak to mate with outsiders. Because of this, Felix was raised on a human colony with his mother disguising her horns to fit in. It wasn't until he was fourteen that he joined the colony's militia. A band of raiders had been harassing the settlement and forcing them to give up their already meager rations.

Of course, the militia's job was to prevent this...but the leaders decided against it due to the sheer number of raiders and the obvious result. Felix decided that it couldn't continue. What was the point of having a militia if it didn't protect anything? Why train citizens to wield weapons and then tell them they can't use them to fight back? Being the stupid kid he was, Felix sneaked to the raider camp in an attempt to deal with them once and for all. With the belief that he was saving his family and home, he took the shot that killed the raider leader.

In an obvious turn of events, this didn't work out. His position was quickly found and he was tortured to a state that would make death seem like a mercy. His arms and legs ruthlessly ripped off and the sockets healed to prevent him from dying. The raider life wielder used their magic to keep him conscious the whole time as even his eyes were plucked from his head, leaving him a wailing torso and head that couldn't see anything as the raiders burned the colony to the ground. All he could do was scream as he heard everything he had set out to save being destroyed. Eventually his screaming turned to sobs as he heard the carnage around him. In the aftermath, the colony was essentially erased from the surface of the planet and Felix was left to die in the ruins.

In perhaps a final act of defiance, Felix stayed alive for days until the shuttle that normally left supplies for the colony arrived. They picked up what was left of him and brought him back to earth to recover. The therapy, the prosthetic limbs, everything. It was all paid for by the reward for killing the raider leader. Apparently his bounty was in the millions, and the group that he had led slowly dispersed after his death. That was the closest thing to a victory Felix could claim for his actions, though the mountain of corpses that had resulted shadowed over it.

It was an obvious choice to join the UN's military after that, fighting the bad guys and all that. Of course, that was also complicated when his bloodwork revealed his ancestry. Being half Tulak made Felix a potential diplomatic tool with the anti-human groups that constantly lobbying for war between the Tulak and Human races.

It was on what was supposed to be a simple escort mission that everything fell apart once more. In a final effort to appeal to the leader of Tulak nationalist group, Felix's helmet was removed and the small nubs on his head were revealed. Though, instead of the intended effect of bridging the hostilities between the two groups, this enraged the man and led to a massacre on both sides that Felix was "lucky" to have survived. The diplomatic disaster that ensued after this was pegged on him as he was the sole survivor of the humans that had been present. Tulak citizens cried for his death, humans tried to defend him, the governments played tug of war as they do. The final result was him being stationed on board the Alcatraz as a guard and engineer. The fact that this compromise was acceptable to both governments was more frightening than comforting.

[TheDemonHound]

Got my boi redone

Typhon Leverenz

Typhon Leverenz

Race:
Tulak

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Hider

Typhon stands at a reasonable 5’ 10” (not counting the horn) and is fairly lithe. Often focusing on dexterity and speed over strength in his line of work.

Equipment:
Dual plasma gun blades that as long as they have charge are able to generate ammunition by ionizing gasses in the air.

High caliber silenced rifle for long range kills.

Silenced 9mm pistol as backup.

About 6 glass bottles filled with gasoline and a lighter to help with his attunement.

Attunement/enhancements:
Fire Attunement

Unique Ability:
Flame Body-
While not being anywhere near as powerful as it was back in his prime days before the Alcatraz, it's still a fantastic maneuver in a pinch. Before he was able to cloak himself in flames to protect himself and make him deadly in close combat. Now though he can only use it by lighting himself on fire and using large amounts of his now limited mana to sustain it and avoid burning himself. Incredibly useful as a last ditch effort but too draining and resource consuming to be used in a non-emergency.

Arc Shot-
Part of the reason he has his specialized plasma rifles. His control is much more limited now but he is still able to arc and adjust the projectiles from his rifles in a way that can confuse or sometimes bypass defenses of opponents.

Personality:
Despite being the family disappointment, and proud of it, Typhon has more than let his heritage get to his head. He is pompous and arrogant to a tee, often prioritizing his own benefit over others. Unless of course helping others specifically results in him gaining something as well. He’s always been good at never letting people's words get to him, whether it be his parents or anyone else who tried to judge his actions. This could be a very commendable trait if it wasn’t for the fact that this allows him to do whatever he wants without worrying about others opinions.

Bio:
Growing up Typhon was raised as the youngest child of six in an influential family on Vai’Ralu. His parents had high hopes for him just like they did all their children, but were quickly disappointed by his aloof attitude and general disrespect. He was considered even more inadequate to them due to the fact that he just couldn’t seem to gain control over his attunement, having first discovered it by nearly burning the house down in his sleep. After that they cracked down on him severely with his education and bringing in a renowned fire attuned mage to help him control his magic. Often leaving him in the care of his teachers or their servants and focusing on their jobs instead.

As Typhon grew up he began to truly resent his family. His parents for the harsh treatment and neglect he endured and his siblings for trying so hard to get the attention and approval of their parents. As soon as he got the opportunity he grabbed as much money as he could without drawing attention and left his home behind. After sneaking off the planet he found jobs that he enjoyed and trained his attunement on his own terms, which proved much more effective than the rigid training he was subjected to before. It wasn’t long before Typhon found his first link in the criminal underground and for the first time felt at home.

Taking jobs where he could, it took awhile for him to find the career that carried him to where he is now. An assassin for hire. Using the money he earned to increase the variety of his arsenal and purchase a personal ship, becoming a respected and feared assassin dubbed the Azure Demon due to the blue flames he’d often use during fights. During one particularly troublesome job he even lost one of his horns in the fight, not that he minded. It was painful sure but he felt it added a little bit of character.

Not long ago he took a job that changed his life forever. It was simple, take out an Arraxi emissary on a diplomatic mission on another planet. It was almost too easy, he took out the target, slipped away from the guard and was almost home free until he was suddenly surrounded by law enforcement. Turns out they had gotten a tip on some potential terrorist activity and the target he took out was a lookalike to draw out the culprits. He was arrested and charged with his previous jobs as well as this attempted assassination, as well as terrorist ties due to his most recent employers. When his parents showed up to the trial he thought he was safe, assuming they’d use their power to deal with this themselves rather than risk losing face. So it was an even bigger slap in the face when they were the ones to suggest the Alcatraz as his punishment.

[LuckyBlackCat]

Ziola Ozro

Name: Ziola Ozro

Race: Tulak

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Appearance:

While Ziola's pale colouring and delicate features make her appear soft, the way she carries herself is anything but. Her face is usually neutral, only the occasional small tell giving away any emotion. At 5'6" she's fairly average height, but stands tall even in fraught situation, her mannerisms either purposeful or defensive.

Equipment: First aid kit, various surgical tools

Attunement/enhancements: Ziola is attuned to Life, able to heal wounds, as well as affect the body in various ways - not all of them beneficial. While she prefers not to cause harm, she's capable of it if it's unavoidable, or if she's pushed too far.

Unique Ability: Ziola is able to temporarily boost someone's physical functions, either her own or someone else's, such as strength, pain tolerance, or senses. She can only affect one person and one function at a time, and if she maintains the effect for more than five minutes, it becomes taxing on her - using this ability for too long will cause her to pass out. Aboard the ship, she can only use it to a tiny extent, and for a matter of seconds at a time.

Personality: To those who don't know her, Ziola is difficult to read. Her face is an impassive mask most of the time. This emotional restraint, combined with her tendency towards dark humour, makes her appear cold - and what really adds to this is her wariness. She's slow to trust, and even slower to forgive. Those she's particularly cynical about are those in authority or those who are otherwise widely esteemed, as she knows firsthand there's often more to them that meets the eye.

Gaining her trust, while not easy, will result in a loyal, protective friend - who will unleash her more brutal side to defend them if necessary. If that trust is broken, however, it'll be exceptionally difficult to rebuild.

Bio: Money and power aren't everything, and Ziola is living proof of this. A medic of wealthy origins, she was married off to a high-ranking politician, Aedar, since her family wished to gain some political influence. Aedar was unable to use magic, and while non-mages typically compensated by seeking other forms of power, he still bitterly envied mages. Behind closed doors, he'd take out his resentment on Ziola. Frequently.

If she spoke out, he told her, nobody would believe her. And if she tried to do anything to him, she'd suffer for it. Everyone, however, has a breaking point. Aedar forbade her from doing her job, claiming it was because she was meant to be devoted to him, but really it was because he envied her abilities. Nonetheless, she'd sneak out and continue to perform medicine on the sly. When he found out, Aedar was furious. He sent his men to track her down, one of them killing a patient to get at her while the others restrained her. They brought her back home, and the moment she was left alone with her husband was when she snapped.

As he'd warned, she suffered for it - especially considering how brutal and drawn out his death was, multiple organs failing. Having taken the life of such an important figure, she was sent right away to the prison reserved for the worst criminals, the Alcatraz.

[Emeth]

Maji Nyeusi

Subject Name: Maji Nyeusi

Race: Sapishte
Age: 28
Gender: Female

Appearance

Height: 1.7 meters, or 5.6 ft.
Weight: 64 kg, or 141.1 lbs.
Hair is stained blue/black, eyes silver with a faint trace of their original lavender color.
Body type varies with physical activity. Subject exhibits greater-than-expected control of epidermal mucus, storing it on any part of the body.

ADVISORY: Outside of containment, subject is observed to freely re-arrange genetic structure and body mass into nearly any form, including any inanimate objects readily available to attempt to camouflage itself. (Note: dummy objects retain the subject's epidermal mucus, and will therefore reveal itself as a mimic when touched.) Because of this ability, subject has been deprived of all belongings, including clothing. Subject has been observed to maintain adequate modesty without clothing using epidermal mucus. Any complaints from the subject contrary to these observations are to be dismissed.


Enhancement: Self-Sustained Gene Editing Nanobots (SS-GEN)

Violation of (NAME OF CLIENT ORGANIZATION REDACTED) containment and handling protocol at (SITE REDACTED), (TIME AND DATE REDACTED) has caused subject's aqueous body to become polluted with ferrofluid solution (PATENT NUMBER REDACTED), containing experimental nanomachine colony SS-GEN. Originally designed for genetic engineering and repair, SS-GEN has enhanced subject's own shapeshifting abilities, granting nearly complete control over genetic structure and body composition. Subject's body is more mutable than a Sapishte, yet also more resilient to external attempts to force shapeshifting against the will of the host. Subject's containment unit located at (CELL NUMBER REDACTED) has been equipped with (DEVICE REDACTED), restricting SS-GEN operations. Subject exhibits expected Sapishte shapeshifting behavior even within containment. Obfuscation of the Sapishte's emotions has not been observed; subject is cooperative and unlikely to attempt escape of containment. However, subject is a valuable asset that client's rivals may attempt to seize, should its presence aboard the Alcatraz be made known. Subject should be monitored regularly by assigned personnel only and handled with care as prescribed.

GHS02: Extreme heat may cause unexpected or undesired operation of SS-GEN, or permanent damage to the subject.
GHS07: Subject's epidermal mucus is contaminated with ferrofluid. Avoid contact with skin and eyes, or aspiration into the lungs.
GHS08: Personnel incur no mutagenic hazard from subject. However, subject may suffer mutagenic hazard from personnel DNA contamination.


Unique Abilities

Flawless Mimesis ~ You Are What You Eat!

Subject can mimic not only the expected humanoid races, but most other living creatures; this ability is acquired by consuming the flesh, blood, or other traces containing genetic material of the creature in question. Subject can shapeshift specific parts of the body to acquire and use multiple genetic traits simultaneously, acquire traits from predators exceeding the subject's own body mass, transform various appendages in defiance of body symmetry, or retain the ability of human speech in nonhumanoid form. Subject can also consume an inanimate object, memorize the shape of the object, and transform the body into that shape, potentially camouflaging the subject. Attempts to make use of the subject while in the form of a simple tool (e.g. screwdriver) were partially successful, though the subject complained of moderate-to-severe pain afterwards. Any attempts to replicate more complex objects with moving parts (e.g. firearms) have failed.

ADVISORY: Observed successful mimicry of fauna over a period of two weeks included the following specimens: Ocelot, octopus, mantis, raven, wolf, snake, crocodile, tree frog, hornets, lobster, electric eel, sea turtle, jellyfish, and cuttlefish. Subject's body seems to store up to 7 genetic codes at once, including the expected Sapishte humanoid form. Mental capacity has been pushed to its limit, resulting in subject being able to "remember" 4 genetic adaptations at once. When attempting to mimic a fifth trait, another adaptation must be deleted, or the subject will lose consciousness. Assimilating a new genetic code from raw materials (meals) seems to result in the oldest genetic code (excluding the original Sapishte) being deleted.


Remote Puppetry of Replicant ~ Life of the Party!

Subject has been observed to divide body mass into multiple units. Doing so appears to divide both cognitive resources and physical strength between the units—until, at the size of insects, they act as a true hive mind. Most useful applications appear to be productivity and an escape tactic. All replicants have been observed to be identical in size and species, and mixing genetic traits from multiple species while in this mode of SS-GEN operation has not been observed. However, though no visual distinction between the units has been observed, the presence of a "Master" consciousness as a leader of the group, as well as accompanying "slave" consciousnesses has been established. Any injury sustained by a slave unit, up to and including death, will cause an injury to manifest itself within the subject once all units have been reclaimed into the main body. It is presumed that death of the unit playing host to the "Master" consciousness will induce coma or death of the subject. An experiment to prove this presumption has not been scheduled at this time.

This concludes the report on Subject: Maji Nyeusi.

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Personality: A carefree and spunky girl whose intuition of others doesn't match her sheltered background. Makes seemingly no effort to hide how she feels, going so far as to shapeshift to exaggerate her emotions, even if they make no sense to anyone but her—just to express her weird self. Will do just about anything for a laugh or at least a smile. Will stick her nose where it doesn't belong, but genuinely wants the best for everyone—including herself, unapologetically. She is kind, but not soft, and can become quite stubborn if anyone were to try to take advantage of her or those she designates as friends (whether they agreed to her friendship or not). Loves food and will try almost anything at least once, especially after the accident. Gets defensive when questioned too much, especially about her race, and about those "lying mutants," which, she will remind you, are extremely rare, compared to the number of liars among the other races.

Bio:

Is it possible to choose how to feel about a bad situation? Or is laughter a liar's mask, worn to cover up sadness?

This question plagued Maji's childhood. Born in the backwaters of a backwater planet seemingly only suitable for insects, for 20 agonizingly long Glonelian years Maji was an ordinary girl living an ordinary, boring life in her isolated little swamp island tribe, far away from the bustling tourist centers of the mainland. The elders of her tribe never did approve of any move to assimilate into intergalactic society, for fear that mingling with other races, especially those "morally bankrupt" humans and "freakishly terrifying" Arraxi, would be the destruction of Sapishti culture, and the subjugation of its people. Off-world technology was despised, and attunement to nature was prized highly. Occasionally, Maji's outspoken personality and lack of attunement would earn her some snarky and derisive comments from her peers—something about how her "high-and-mighty attitude" didn't match her rank—and when she refused to be upset by them, some chose to see her as a freak, while others merely thought of her as an airhead. In the end, when Maji chose to leave her tribe and join the intergalactic community on the mainland, no one was really surprised, and nobody really cared.

This new, busy town atmosphere was refreshing. Technology was amazing, and even though the humans seemed to lack the higher prosocial behavior known as "personal space," Maji considered their culture's presence on Glonelia valuable as well. They also, unlike her tribes-people, never asked her stupid questions about whether or not she was "really Maji," why she left home, or what kind of job she wanted—but if one had asked her, she would have told them that she wanted to help all of the sick humans, who were catching all of the exotic Glonelian maladies. As she studied to become a medical technician, nobody asked her where she got the money to pay for school—though if one had asked her, she would have told stories of the long dives at sea, looking for beautiful sea shells and pearls to make jewelry for tourists. It wasn't as if she didn't know why they didn't ask—of course, everybody just assumed—but while it was a bit of a culture shock at first, she eventually found their low expectations freeing. If what was assumed for a non-attuned Sapishte from the sticks was acceptable, then she couldn't possibly disappoint anyone even if she aimed higher and failed. She was enjoying this newfound freedom—freedom from constantly having her entire life being questioned, scrutinized and criticized—but that freedom was to abruptly come to an end, after the accident in the lab. Now, her life is nothing but being observed and analyzed. She'd wanted to spend her life doing that to other life forms, not having other life forms do that to her.

On the Alcatraz, there is a separate prison block with uniquely equipped cells for prisoners with unique abilities. None of the other prisoners have seen much of her, and most of the staff don't even know who she is, although her cell gets frequent visits from the same two or three labcoats. Unlike the other prisoners, she has no weapons, or even any possessions, and on the few occasions she was seen outside her cell, she was cooperative. Is she an experiment of some kind? Is she useful? Will she even help the other prisoners? Time for another game of twenty questions...

[Hawlin]

Lord Jasper of The Lanes, Keeper of Dusks, The Mad Druid

Jasper

Race: Tulak

Age: Appears mid-late 20s

Gender: Male-leaning

Appearance
Jasper stands at a lean and ambiguously lithe 6'4" fit with a swimmer's tone and a rich tan. Eyes, glinting like fresh amber, usually affix an sardonic mirth under a defined brow to compliment their Romanesque nose-bridge. Full lips and a mild feminine softness to domesticate an otherwise angular facial structure. Shoulder-length, thicky wavy brown hair of a deep luster that almost glints like polished steel. Shapely hips but a flat chest, and not a hint of a hair ever having grown on their face. His antlers were messily sawn off, leaving flat stumps, though proud pointed ears still poke through their hair, shamelessly betraying their heritage.

Equipment
- A dormant ebony shrub, painstakingly tended to like a bonsai in order to grow with a crescent edge, giving the armament the appearance of a marbled black pole-sickle. Infused with their own mana, this otherwise simple piece of wood holds up in quality comparable to more commonly used materials. Fit with a spike at the other end, tapering crookedly with the ringed cores of the tree, the design is that of a highly unconventional 'double-weapon'.
- A 'utility belt' of sorts with a few pockets containing several fistfuls of rose seeds, and one pouch containing a handful of soil from Vai-Ralu for sentimental reasons.

Incarcerable Traits: LIGHT DOMAIN

• A Candle; What Burns Twice as Bright
  
  • Resplendent with the stolen potential of others, Jasper's mana pool is a vast yet finite and gently bleeding source, being removed from the forests of Vai'Ralu. 'Mana' involved has been conditioned to reflect in vitality and does not 'regenerate' normally.
  • Stereotypically, this 'potential' can be transferred by direct physical contact, resulting in what many would expect from 'Healing Magic', though unfocused and wild, more suited for tending plants than knitting flesh and mending bone. Their lost focus has caused such variability in results that it would not be uncommon for wounds to heal into rough jagged scars at best.
  • These days the purpose of this ability has taken on a selfish edge, expending mana to 'Accelerate' metabolism, gradually regenerating damage to their own flesh and bolstering their physical limits as tendons and ligaments seamlessly stitch together micro-tears and subsume bruised musculature. While only usable in small bursts, the ability to refresh their own stamina mid-engagement was a problematic key detail in the debriefing after arrest.
• The Sin; Footprints Beyond The Line
  
  • As essence can be learned to be transferred and carried, the act, itself, requires the action of taking. Through direct physical contact or 'chained' through another carbon-based lifeform, The Sin begins with the first half of an otherwise noble practice.
  • To take without outlet, to borrow without return, Jasper earned his place in Alcatraz through the violent and reprehensible act of abusing the art of gardening to devour life essence and add to his own the stolen potential of said robbed lifeforms.
  • Lacking in mana, or once mana has been exhausted from a victim, ATP from cells and electrical impulses are siphoned off and reconverted into 'mana' for Jasper's pool. Small as this amount may restore, hardly close to enough to justify the act, those suffering from Jasper's vampiric touch were left as shriveled desiccated husks. Supposedly, spite was reward enough.
  • Though this act was first carried out in a moment of rage, fear of 'A hound with a taste for human blood' lead to Jasper seeing seldom save the inside of an isolation pod for most of their sentencing and trip aboard The Alcatraz. Security is advised to keep at least seven meters between themselves and the inmate at all times.
  • As this ability is not originating from any known divine favor or greater source, the only way to protect ones' self from The Sin is to avoid direct contact. In truth, Jasper belongs on The Alcatraz, as councils and juries alike agree that the perversion of life magic goes against the very order of nature and labels Jasper's existence as an existential threat, being arguably the first scholar of 'Death' magic.

Personality
What rumors of 'The Mad Druid' that had been disseminated describe Jasper as a recluse, imposing and set with a withering skeptical glare upon their brow at almost all times. Arrogant and quick to anger, it was not uncommon for the descriptions to facsimile traits of a vicious and territorial beast with a contemptuous loathing for humans.
In truth, were it not for The Clash, as Jasper came to know the day of the incident, few would have acknowledged their presence. Wholesale condemnation was the only way for the governance of Vai'Ralu to save face and retain the dignity Jasper tore out of the profession. Reclusive, guarded, but passionate for their craft and caring towards life, a moment of weakness and confusion brought about the fall of this otherwise noble Tulak Gardener...and with so many minds made up, Jasper has been adapting to living up to expectations, since.

Bio
The quiet days; Jasper had been given over to and raised by The Coven of Gardeners, druids of Vai'Ralu, to maintain the order of the planet's vast forests. Little was known of his parents and why he had been relinquished to the hedge-mages and he was too young to even remember their faces. There came a point in his adolescence where he would begrudge their abandonment of him to the wilds, and it was an anger that was tempered with duty and purpose. What life there was to live, elsewhere, was not the role he would inherit, and the gravity of the responsibility was a consuming one with little time for old mysterious wounds to fester.
The role was a decidedly noble task, balancing the respiration of the trees and shrubs throughout the seasons. The allocation of potential from weeds and parasites to be a boon on crops, instead, was a methodical and mathematic reasoning within Jasper's morals.
It was good that trees grew.
It was good that the trees bore lush fruit for villages and then towns and then cities.
Happiness found in the faces of others was a quantifiable good, carried out by his hand to conduct the symphony of harvests. When the work was done and the days grew short, every cycle he would lull the forest into their dormancy for winters. Years were left uncounted and all Jasper's life was the legionous voices of his personal kingdom; Jasper's Lane.

Something he could not do, however, was what the humans brought to the race's doorstep.
Technology. Innovation. A homogenized efficiency that he and his land was sold into...forcibly cooperating with the humans to make neat rows for their tractors to tear at the soil and strangle the trees for more and more and more, every time. Many called this a golden age. Most of those many were the fattened, greedy, hollow-eyes of smooth-skulled monkies from worlds unknown to Jasper; laughing and shaking hands with any and as many as they could sow their infectious laughter into.
The songs grew soft as the hum of the beaten soil and torn trunks seldom offered their voices to Jasper who, at first, believed it was a temporary adjustment. Truly, humanity needed him, for they made this journey with seldom a bite to eat. It was a miracle that they could have made it across the sea of stars, to arrive at the foot of what the humans called 'Eden'.

It seemed, however, that humanity had, in fact, brought something. A bitterness and contempt for what was different from themselves; not a single one he ever met, even when they ran his orchards to withers, ever spoke his name. In his own field, where his whims were law and had been so for a century, one dared to call him a 'Walking hat-rack'. Trees were left broken, branches and bark peeled off by the steel arms of their loud rumbling carriages that shook the very will from what Jasper saw as his only true family...and it was then that the songs would change.

The human farmers would face bogs that consumed their vehicles, jungle-like foliage to impede the most marched of footpaths, and Jasper's intentionally cryptic threats of the land having been angered and no longer accepting visitors. Signed and levied treaties from his own kind saw through his non-compliance and 'Sanctioned Gardeners' let themselves in to tame his kingdom...to subjugate his very invested essence in a way he saw as being dismembered and flayed.

The Lanes were sacred ground, and the humans would see every root upturned and their own godless crop planted in its stead.

Little mystery, was it, that Jasper would be found near the front of the Tulak when the Humans tried to assuage the growing anti-human coalition. In this standoff, after a tense moment of silence, the outcry from his people had Jasper to assume a grave affront had been committed in the open for all of the sky above and soil below to behold.
This instance was known to Jasper as 'The Clash', when the town square ran red from the release of pent-up rage over transgressions both perceived and palpable.

Jasper was on record to have personally slain three dozen humans and human-sympathizers in their fury, drudging in a public shame for The Coven of Gardeners as he reaped a bloody tithe. Drinking in the essence of hale and harmed, alike, Jasper felt justified in 'reclaiming what was taken from him', as if the murder of the colonists would somehow make things right, in any way whatsoever.

Coverage of the event would describe Jasper as a witch, a heretic, a necromancer, for such a crime on such a scale was simply unheard of and fundamentally unthinkable.
For a gardener to go so rogue? Surely not! They were a bad seed, left to fester and lay fallow the morals of the whole of the Tulak people. A stain that had been feared as nearing demi-godhood...and ultimately an impurity to the good people of Vai'Ralu which only the Humans and their 'Alcatraz' could deliver them away to save relations, nay, the whole of existence...that one so vile as 'Jasper of The Lanes' could be pinned for the events of that day and simply sent away into the stars, never to bother The Alliance, again.

Containment aboard The Alcatraz was fairly simple, after being apprehended by a score of his cohorts with 'diplomacy' on their mind. The details are lost to record and deemed irrelevant. Jasper...resplendent with the essence of the humans and tulak he murdered...hardly eats or sleeps, and is kept within a 3mX3mX3m cell in high-security. Biographical sensors are in place to ensure the inmate is within their cell. 'Food' issued is to be on a strict 1500 calorie diet intended to slowly starve the inmate of their pent-up vitality, pending restructuring of containment protocols.
At no point is any living matter to be allowed into the cell. Sensors reading such tags will result in the sectioning of the cell, which will then be flooded with aerosolized sedative and a venting of oxygen until either the secondary reading is neutralized or the inmate in rendered incapacitated, allowing for the retraction of the foreign entity.

Sentenced: 700 years.

[Strawberry]

Yvene ❥

Race: Saphiste

Name: Yvene

Age: 32

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Character Picture!

Appearance: Pale pink skin covered in the trademark sentient goo that allows Yvene to change appearances at will. Typically Yvene takes a conventionally feminine form, which is useful for her line of work. They prefer to stay with female attachments but have no problem changing to look like a male or androgynous when needed. She tries to keep a more doll-like face and ample assets attached to her body to appeal to some of her clients. She stands at 5’5 and appears unassuming and weak.

Attunement; Fire and Life Magics

-Unique Abilities-

Burning Kiss- Yvenes signature move that she used to paint a message at her crime scenes. Yvene would push her victims against a flat surface, bed or wall, anything really would suffice. Something to keep them pinned down at least. Yvene would move in for a kiss, grabbing whomever they have pinned by the throat to hold them steady. By kissing them she was able to directly pour her mana into their body and reach in to manipulate their cell composition. Within seconds she was able to manipulate and multiply fat cells throughout the body. By stuffing the victim full of ready to use fuel she was able to set them on fire instantly, causing severe trauma all under the epidermis. Victims would struggle for seconds during the first phase but the intensive damages caused by ignition would kill them instantly.

Epidermal Mutilation- Life magics was a toy to be used only to hurt the people who have hurt Yvene or those they did not like. To mark her targets she would resort to extreme mutilation. By touching her target she could easily manipulate the dermis cells by whipped them into a frenzy. By rapidly damaging the lower dermis cells in specific parts of the body, it would trigger a response for collagen to flood the area. Yvene would flood more collagen cells and fibers into the area, causing rapid formation hypertrophic scars to form. These fibers would push their way up, causing keloid raised scars in a seemingly scattered and disorganized mess. The ordeal was incredibly painful to whoever it was happening too but it was over in a matter of minutes. Afterwards the victim would be left severely disfigured and permanently mutilated. The drain on the user was dependent on how much of the dermis was left disfigured.

Personality: Yvene is a difficult person to pinpoint. Unbeknownst to many, they were born with the ability to mask their emotions, a less than desirable trait in Saphiste. More than that they found it difficult to emote genuinely in general when not experiencing extreme emotions. People liked to know exactly how the Saphiste felt and looked; it made the species more “trustworthy”. No one wanted one that could hide all that.

Outwardly Yvene is proper and polite, seemingly happy going and easy to please. She picked up this personality from the other women she watched and noticed that seemed to be the most receptive emotions. They like to mimic those they interact with, blending in to whatever seems to work the best for the situation. This allows them to silvertongue their way out of most situations, or into situations given the circumstances.

They tend to fuss about their appearances, wanting to look the best of the best. Anything below perfection is unacceptable to Yvene and this can cause some massive meltdowns if things aren’t as they should be. They think of every way a situation can go and plan it to a T. Anything different and their brain seems to stutter for a bit, unsure of what to do.

If you can break through Yvenes' carefully cultivated image and fluster them enough they typically lash out in anger, and are incredibly blunt and harsh. They have a cold and deadpan face when not actively emoting a more acceptable persona.

Bio:

“I liked you better when you shut up ."

Yvene was an exceptionally odd baby, being born with the ability to hide her emotions. Her mother was terrified for her child, knowing full well that they would be Exiled from their home world of Glonelia. Not only was the child to be exiled but the mother as well, typically being recognized as “Faulty” and “Unable to make proper offspring”. They were terrified of anyone different from them in their own species.

Her mother fled their home world on one of the few ships that went out for trade and supplies to the other systems. This particular ship was making its way to Earth. They snuck out undetected and this began a life of begging and odd jobs. The city Yvene grew up in was giant, home to all sorts of vagrants and big shots. Most of the time she ran around the streets, digging through trash to find out what dinner would be for that night. They liked to piece together toys from the various bits of garbage they found. Their mom worked quick money jobs for a while to be able to allow them to hop from scuzzy motel to scuzzy motel. It was never enough to stay in one place for too long and they often spent the night out in the streets.

Once Yvene was about 14 her mothers health was quickly declining. The jobs that she took were rough and the “clients'' she met with were abusive to say the least. One day a popular low level politician in the area stopped by to hire their mom. Over the next two years they became a frequent visitor, though Yvenes mother seemed worse and worse. Their mother would tell them that this man would save them, that he was saving to get the medicine that she needed to be okay. Sweet promises of love and that he just needed more time to escape his current position in the media. Until one day Yvene returned home from scavenging to her mother laying on the ground while the man kicked and screamed at her. She clung to his leg, begging. He announced that she was delusional and could just die for all he cared and left. Yvene went running to her mother, tears forming in her eyes. Badly beaten, her mother was not going to make it. This was her final goodbye. She told Yvene how much she adored and loved her and where she kept the last of the money they had saved.

Her mothers body was removed and the motel owner gave them a room free of charge for a couple of days out of pity. She spent those days crying, furious with the world. Those men were disgusting and they ultimately ended her mothers life.

Misguided intentions and furious emotions lead to a vengeance quest that eventually landed her on the Alcatraz. Yvene would target high value politicians and celebrities, always working her way into their inner circle. They never knew her real name, and her ability to change her appearance made it easy to evade the law. She was an exceptional liar, telling whomever whatever the needed to hear to her what she wanted.

She would bed whoever her target was or at least elude them into thinking they would be going to bed. She would lure their victims into a false sense of comfort and security as they played the part of a pricey escort; using the name of high end escort companies out there to mask themselves. Once they had them secluded and alone they would horribly disfigure their victim. That or set their body ablaze internally, a favorite little trick of hers. As soon as she did, she slipped into the night not to be seen again. She had a rotation of high end bars and clubs they would frequent, changing their appearance each time. Man, woman, no one was safe. If Yvene heard any rumors of corruption or whispers of abuse, she was bound to find them. She played judge, jury and executioner with a twisted sense of judgment.

This went on for nearly a decade. The police had warrants out for her arrest but no one could ever pinpoint her exact location and what she was up to. They had tried to catch her using fake leads but to no avail. It was worrisome in high society about this mysterious killer running around either running peoples prides and reputations or just straight murdering them. Of course you would think that this vigilante justice would provide some semblance of order but alas no. The capital was too big and Yvene could only work so hard.

Eventually she was caught. She relied on the help of a select few to help house her and keep up with intel on the streets. Justice isn’t just a one woman job. However one day she entered the wrong bar at the wrong time. Recent intel told her that a speakeasy at the corner on 1st and Coffers St was supposed to have a special guest that night; a judge who was known for sending away whoever the plaintiff said. No fair trials, nothing, the judicial system was a joke to this man. The highest bidder could do whatever and have him put away whoever. Allen Damieriz, the man she was supposed to seducing and disfiguring. After picking the man out from the crowd and taking him out to the back alley she paused. Something felt wrong, so very wrong. She turned to sprint, hastily mumbling her goodbyes before she was cut off. Something was quickly injected into her arm and her body tackled to the ground. Screaming and cursing she almost immediately passed out. When she woke up she was bound completely so we would not be able to touch anyone. Screaming behind her gags she watched as some men entered the room.

That was it. Someone in her network ratted her ass out, gave her false information. Either way it was over. Everything that she had built for years, spent her entire young adult life sacrificing and plotting was gone. She was captured by some mercenaries for hire looking for the reward on her head. She should have known, the reward was recently increased and the depictions of her got more and more accurate every year. It was bound to happen. Sighing in defeat she slumped back. She was put away with no hesitation. After spending a while in a high security prison she was deemed fit for the Alcatraz when it was built and ready. Someone like her was to never see the light of day again for going after some of the most “important people”. She would never apologize for what she had done. She knew she had done right by herself and others.

On the ship Yvene kept to herself, not really wanting to speak with the others. The anger she felt still felt like a boiling roar at this point. If one of her own betrayed her then whos to say anyone couldn’t? But rumors were spreading aboard and weird happenings were unfolding around them. What was supposed to be a mindless rest of their existence was quickly turning into annoying buzzing of inmates spreading rumors. She had to ask someone she supposed, this did after all affect her directly. There are only so many places to go aboard this godforsaken ship.

[Polaris North]

Ahleya Bursmir

Name: Ahleya "Lea" Bursmir

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: There isn't much to say about Lea— a relatively unassuming human with blonde hair and green eyes. She tends to have an easy atmosphere around her, her stride almost always casual no matter where she is. Standing at a decent height of 5'9", Lea has taken a liking to simply wearing rubber shoes and the likes despite how unprofessional it might seem. Her choice of clothing, however, varies depending on her mood. Most of the time, she can be found in casual clothing consisting of her sweater vest, shirt, and pants while other times she's wearing smart casual clothing with a button-up with slacks. Ever since working in the Alcatraz, however, she seemed to prefer her more casual clothing to make sure that she can move whenever needed.

Equipment:

• Medical Equipment - Though she already has magic to heal others, she still carries around an emergency medkit filled with reliable Bursmir-branded medicines/small machines just in case she depletes her mana reserves.
• Laser Pistol - Given to her for self-defense with plasma cartridges that can be recharged in the sunlight or any source of natural light (though it charges much faster when exposed to the light of the stars). Rarely uses it. Currently, she carries it around as a precaution.
• Silver mask - As a precaution for her travels, her assistant had provided her with a silver mask with built-in filters to act as an emergency gas mask if she found herself without them.

Attunement/enhancements: Life / Water Attunement

Unique Ability:

• Blood Manipulation - Lea doesn't often use this, but it is something she has been able to do since she was young. She is able to draw and control blood that comes into contact with— even with just skin contact with the owner of the blood. She often uses this for blood transfusions, or by putting it upon herself to act as essentially another being's "heart" by manipulating their blood to flow as it should to make sure they don't die before she could do something about it. However, this also opens up avenues for her essentially causing multiple organ failures by stopping the flow of blood completely. To remove blood from the body, she requires an open wound. Continued use of this often ends up with Lea feeling like she is anemic— lightheaded, weakened, and close to passing out most of the time.
• Medic! - Most of the members of the Bursmir family have this unique element to them. It's why they are one of the best doctors in the worlds. Lea has the ability to see what is wrong with a person by looking at them. It's more like seeing the chemicals in their brains working and then seeing if there's anything abnormal happening internally - like seeing a small virus strain would make her alarm go off. When she touches something for an amount of time, she is able to see the biology of the specimen - as long as it is organic. This helps if she's looking for a weakness, given that she's able to remain in contact with the specimen. This comes at the cost of nausea, and when used too much, fatigue or passing out.

Personality: Lea is an oddly energetic person and is most likely to let loose than be stiff, even in the presence of her superiors. She speaks casually even when diagnosing something life-threatening for patients - much to their dismay or enjoyment. People often find it easy to talk to her and let out their feelings because of the friendly aura that she exudes. Considering that a smile is the most natural thing she can do other than manipulating the bodies of others, it is understandable why. She is even often seen conversing with prisoners while they're in the recreational room or just roaming around. Heck, she even approaches them in their cells to talk to them.

She is the type of person who hides nothing. She is a very transparent person and one who is pretty blunt too. Brutal honesty is one of her traits, if it is for the best or the worst is subjective. Fear is something that doesn't seem to register well in her mind. She knows when she's in danger but she doesn't seem to appear shaken. People often think that she is simple confident or really good at hiding her feelings, but in truth, she simply doesn't feel fear. Lea isn't sure why. Wrong genetic coding maybe?

Lea has become more and more aware of the fact that not everyone on Alcatraz was actually a terrible criminal. Some of them were just unfortunate enough to be chosen. This led to her becoming more open with the prisoners without thinking of much consequences - often sharing her own stories if they are unwilling to talk. She acts more as the ship's psychologist and just the person to talk to if you want. She doesn't seem to have the ability to hate people - or at least, she doesn't know if she actually hates someone.

Bio: Let's start with Lea's family - the Bursmir. They are a well-known medical family that has bases almost everywhere and is trusted by many of the public. Inventors of medicine and medical machines, they had sold so much that they had managed to rise up from a small clinic at a small countryside and extended their reach to the nearby city and then to another and so on and so forth until so many years later - they are one of the largest companies in the current date.

Though the Bursmir had its fair share of bumps along the road. After the appearance of the Attuned, the family had been torn apart. They fought with each other regularly and separated the super company into two. Subterfuge, underhanded tactics, dirty rumors - the Bursmir's family name had been tainted by their fights. It was merely because of jealousy that this all started and it would only take a small group of Bursmir family members to put a stop to it once and for all. Creating a contract that agrees that both the Life Attuned members and the machine wielders would be used in the hospitals for maximum effectiveness. With begrudging hearts, they accepted, finding that they had lost their original goal - to help others.

And so, it brings us to the present where it has become a super company once more. Young Lea is a part of the main family and secondborn to it so she has no right to assume the family throne as that will be given to her older brother - Kyle. She and Kyle were close to each other and none held grudges between each other even though Kyle was not an Attuned whereas she was. While Lea trained in both the arts of using her magic and using the Bursmir technology, Kyle learned all about running the company and also using Bursmir Technology.

Lea was considered a prodigy in both arts, earning the jealousy of her brother to which she is oblivious. At the mere age of 19, she graduated from med school and was on her way to becoming a doctor while Kyle was still struggling to keep up. There had been talk that Lea would inherit the Bursmir Inc. but she dismissed these as mere rumors. She continued on with her life and became a well-known doctor for being both lax and easy to talk to.

Lea was approached by her father when she was 22 while Kyle was still at school. He offered to give her the company as she seems to be more capable than Kyle. However, she turned him down. Kyle was way more responsible than she will ever be and she's not one for business. Her father accepted her decision. Due to the effects of what Kyle might think about this conversation, the two had agreed to keep it between the two of them. Lea agreed to this, of course, and still fully believes that Kyle has what it took to lead the company instead of her.

This conversation reached Kyle and he got angry at both his father and Lea, but more on the latter. Pure, unbridled rage erupted from her brother and he hit her on two separate occasions but all without anyone else witnessing it. Lea never fought back, knowing that things would turn out badly should she fight back. She never told anyone about it and healed herself rather quickly to hide it from their father.

As Lea grew older, the siblings became more and more distant. The recent death of their father placed Kyle on the seat and has ruled rather fairly. He then ordered Lea to volunteer for The Alcatraz, for reasons unknown. Lea was happy to oblige as this gives her ample time to research the prisoners locked up in the high-security level prison ship. However, it would seem that The Alcatraz was more than meets the eye.

Others:

• As head of the medical team, she has full access to the prisoners' and staff's profiles and she has utilized it all. The reason for her having such access is because their medical records are in there and she has to review them for better medication.
• Lea has gotten around to storing essentials in a backpack inside her office for easy access. She regularly replaces the rations inside when given the chance to do so.