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A(nother) place where I can stash ideas and concepts for use in the near future but more organized and tidy.

- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Concept Sheet
- X-Men Concept Sheet
- Batman and Catwoman Concept Sheet
- Mass Effect Character Concept Sheet
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

"COWABUNGA!"
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| Raphael Hamato | Donatello Hamato |
| Leonardo Hamato | Michelangelo Hamato |
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| Mutated Turtles | Hamato Clan |
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| New York City | New York |

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X-Men
X-Men

"Mutatis mutandis."
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| Charles Xavier | Erik Lehnsherr |
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| Xavier Institute for Talented Youth |
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| North Salem | New York |

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Upon disclosing the existence of a mutant gene to the general public, there was an alarming spike in hate speech and hate-based incidents targeting mutants that lasted for a decade. With seemingly no other option, the FBI secretly approached a well-known and respected Professor Charles Xavier with the request to house and teach young mutants "for the welfare of humanity and the whole world." Xavier reluctantly agreed to use his ancestral mansion on the outskirts of New York as its sanctuary with government financial assistance for improvements and upkeep. Using a pseudonym, Professor X rescued several mutants and began to train them by the beginning of the 1980s.

At the same time, the Brotherhood of Mutants emerged from the shadows to achieve mutant superiority alongside its revered leader: Erik Lehnsherr. Upon discovering his old cherished friend was the leader, Xavier planned on privately confronting him in hopes of achieving peace through dialogue. But the FBI learned of the scheme and threatened him with the detainment of faculty for "being sponsors of terror." Afraid for their safety, Professor X yielded to the threat and ultimately cooperated with authorities with knowledge of Lehnsherr's abilities to his disdain.

For nine years, hundreds of mutated children were housed in state-of-the-art dormitories, taught by some of the best instructors in the country, and protected from anti-mutant hate. Still, even as the first students graduated, sustained anti-mutant sentiment among the general public viewed them as a menace. It eventually led the Reagan Administration to act decisively in its final months to shut down the school by pulling funding entirely. However, the school kept its doors open thanks to support from the faculty (and a few anonymous donors). But the response was severe.

An old contact within the FBI alerted Professor Xavier of a planned raid to arrest the professor and faculty under accusations of collaborating with the Brotherhood. Xavier instructed all students and faculty to evacuate while he negotiated an agreement with the federal government. Instead of meeting with negotiators, he was met with authorities intended to arrest the professor. Xavier was shot in an ensuing struggle and would've been left to bleed if his old friend didn't save him. Erik, who recently escaped from a prison transport van, sought a secluded place for his friend to heal.

Both friends spent twenty-three years in complete isolation from the world to heal physical and mental wounds. It wasn't until the Chitauri invaded the planet for subjugation made Xavier and Lehnsherr reconsidered their decades-long social isolation. But it was only Magneto that returned to public life in an attempt to rally other mutants against the invading force. His efforts were so triumphant that his criminal record was expunged, and he was offered a place in the newly formed Avengers. And yet, Magneto rejected the offer and returned to solitude with a promise that he would return with a "dear friend."

Slowly but surely, Erik kept his promise and brought Professor Xavier back to public life with the purpose of restoring the former Xavier Estate to its former glory. Their hidden agenda was the re-energized crusade against the alarming resurgence of anti-mutant sentiment. When Robert Kelly was declared the winner of the 2020 election, Xavier announced that his estate was a sanctuary for mutants endangered by any legislation. Then in a frightening escalation, Kelly announced support of the Mutant Control Act, a law that would undoubtedly target mutants indiscriminately.

So in response, both Xavier and Lehnsherr publicly announced the reopening of Xavier's Institue along with the formation of the X-Men in a last frantic attempt to achieve the dream of peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants. The team would be under the leadership of a reformed Magneto. At the same time, the school's principal is a redetermined Professor X. Both men are more than qualified to withstand the impending danger from the Kelly Administration, the new Brotherhood of Mutants, and the Neo-Purifiers. But are they prepared for it?

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It has been fun coming up with ideas and concepts for both the X-Men and Xavier Institute. The character dynamics of Charles and Erik will heavily lean towards rekindled confidantes for their decades-long isolation. But there will still be slight friction between them that you'd seen in the movies or read the comics, especially with the rapid development of anti-mutant sentiment within a ten-year period. Nevertheless, Erik will receive much of the spot as the consequences of his past deeds come back to haunt him. While Charles' dedication towards his dream will be strained, never before seen—not even since the 1980s.

As for the mechanics, the X-Men are (by the present day) relatively newcomers to being vigilantes, while Xavier Institute is starting its first year with its future uncertain. Erik will be the leader of the X-Men, not in the traditional sense. He will debrief them on missions and practice with them in the danger room. Occasionally, he will tag along in a rescue mission or whenever the matter requires his utmost attention. Charles will be the principal of the Xavier Institute and the unofficial representative of mutantkind. His days are now spent overseeing the school operations, teaching students to maintain their abilities, and offering counseling services during these difficult times.

In short, if someone's planning on a character joining the X-Men, they can write short stories/arcs with other members without much worry. That way, I don't need so many iconic X-Men members to worry about, and people can write them. Just message me if you have plans with anyone, especially the older characters who themselves could've been students and faculty of the former school. As for Xavier Institute, someone is more than free to write a student or faculty without worrying about stepping on my toes. I have plans concerning some faculty and students that play a significant part in the overall story. But feel free to ask me about a specific character you'd wish to write and/or have as a supporting cast.

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T H E B A T A N D T H E C A T
T H E B A T A N D T H E C A T

"You'll chase me because you're the cat. I will catch you because I am the bat."
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| Bruce Thomas Wayne | Selina Garcia Kyle |
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| Entrepreneur | Nightclub Owner |
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| Gotham | New Jersey |

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A nine-year-old Bruce Wayne, traumatized after witnessing his parents' murder, swore to avenge them as their bodies were being loaded into the coroner's van. Five years later, he watched as their killer was found guilty of the murder and sentenced to death. But that wasn't enough. And after a decade of training in various skills, Bruce began his crusade as a vigilante despite feeling incomplete. It wasn't until his encounter with a bat colony that he found the final piece and forged it into a symbol of fear: Batman.

A ten-year-old Selina Kyle stole painkillers and three hundred dollars from a drugstore for her pain-ridden mother. Nine years later, she partook in her first heist aboard the yacht belonging to crimelord Rupert Thorne and stole $300,000 in valuables. And for five years, Selina used her talents to steal riches from the elite of Gotham. But she wasn't satisfied. It wasn't until her encounter with Batman that she felt inspired to get more involved in her profession by becoming a creature of the night like him: Catwoman.

But they didn't cross paths until much later. Batman began going after the notorious Falcone Crime Family when he saw her leaving their penthouse. Catwoman noticed him staring from a distance before ensuring her plunder was securely fastened. Then the chase began. It lasted only a few minutes, but it was the most fun both of them had experienced in a long time. And eventually, that fun came to an end when the authorities caught up to them. Catwoman departed with a peck on her opponent's cheek and left behind a sizeable portion of the stolen goods as a show of appreciation for the fun.

The two of them regularly met as adversaries or momentarily partners while Gotham persisted through the evolving rogues' gallery and entered the new century. Batman had further adventures with new partners and a sidekick known as Robin. While Catwoman somewhat matured and even reduced her thieveries to watch over The Narrows. They once again team up to defend Gotham from the Atlantean invading force. But it was Batman that found himself teamed up with other vigilantes to defend the world from Atlantis. And helped assemble the Justice League, with his initial involvement limited at first.

Batman endured several new rogues, some imitators and partners, and even a round of Robins within eight years after the invasion. His world was getting less and less dark every day, but he initially saw them as distractions to the crusade. Then, Batman witnessed the destruction and suffering unleashed by Despero. He was forced to confront that lonely obsession while comatose for several weeks. But by the time he awoke, the world around him had already begun to change suddenly. Catwoman was there, along with his family, to help with the recovery process. However, his story wasn't over in the slightest.

Joker, Batman's decades-long arch-nemesis, began a chain of chaotic events to leave his mark on Gotham indelibly. His rampage left dozens of prominent Gothamites dead within a week-long campaign. But it only served as a distraction to storm GCPD headquarters and rig it with enough potent Joker Venom to poison the entirety of Old Gotham. Batman attempted to disarm the bombs but was ambushed by a jokerized Commissioner Jim Gorden. In a brief moment of clarity, Jim executed Joker with a gag pistol and managed to convince an injured Batman to leave while he dealt with the bombs.

But the Joker had the last laugh. GCPD headquarters became a powderkeg that unleashed the deadly gas across Old Gotham, killing thousands within hours. Batman became more ruthless and brutal towards his enemies while callous and distant towards his friends. And yet, Catwoman was willing to confront him over his demeanor and unemotional nature. Out of love for the man that once inspired her to be better. Batman, instead of pushing her away, embraced her and began allowing himself to be vulnerable. Because he loved her too. To the point where he was ready to question his crusade directly.

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Bruce and Selina are tragic characters that had their childhood taken for them so violently. However, they found comfort through their costumes and then eventually each other. It just only took them twenty-five years to do so. This is going to be a story about middle-aged characters maintaining their mantles while their world is changing rapidly. But it will also be about an ever-changing city with new and returning adversaries and associates. As such, I plan to incorporate some aspects of Batman Beyond (Jokerz, Powers Tech, etc.) into the story without the extreme futuristic elements from the show/comics.

A few things to note: Bruce and Selina are turning fifty in the present year, while it's been twenty-five years since Batman and Catwoman first appeared. Batman has had plenty of allies (like Nightwing and Robin, for example) that I haven't mentioned yet to avoid discouraging anyone from writing them. With the exception being Lucas Fox (Batwing) and Barbara Gordon (formally Batgirl), as they're essential to the story. Old Gotham is currently undergoing a massive restoration effort. At the same time, the GCPD is becoming more militarized thanks to its commissioner and mayor. And they despise vigilantes.

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T H E R O O K
T H E R O O K

"Peace's our ultimate goal, but I'm afraid today will be quite violent"
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| Amanda Belle Waller |
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| S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent | S.H.I.E.L.D. |
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| Earth-668 // Prime | Open |

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W H A T I F...?
W H A T I F...?
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...Amanda Waller had to get her hands dirty?

Cruel. Cunning. Committed. These words are often used to describe the woman who rose from the poverty-stricken projects within Chicago to being one of the most powerful figures in the United States. Whether she's a government agent or director of some secretive organization, Amanda Waller earned that position in a world filled with superheroes and villains. But what if that still wasn't enough, and the odds were stacked against her?

In this world, Amanda Waller uncovered files of a long-forgotten agency and asked to revive it under her directive. But instead of approval, an adversary within the government used it as an opportunity to clip her wings via "voluntary" demotion. Her demotion involved transfer over to SHIELD, essentially confined to a desk job til death. But this wasn't going to be a bittersweet ending for her. Not with that determination burning ever so strong.

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With season one being focused on Secret Invasion, it's the perfect time to introduce my interpretation of Amanda Waller. Her story will be a political drama and thriller as she tries to adjust to her new environment. Of course, it means a change of occupation to being a SHIELD agent instead of being a government official. While the main focus would be on the overall plotline, I am more than open to collaborations with others should the opportunity arise.

Overall, Amanda Waller is still a force to reckon with, and one shouldn't underestimate her at all.

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C R O C
C R O C
"I have never eaten people, asshole."
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| Waylon Morgan Jones |
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| Former Villain | Nomad |
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| Southern States | United States of America |

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There wasn't much in his own childhood that brought happiness to Waylon Jones. His mother died in childbirth, his father rejected him, and his aunt resented him. All while being subjected to ridicule by everyone that knew him. Waylon attempted to embrace what he had become by being a professional carnival wrestler in his early twenties. But that made him even more bitter toward everyone; he was finally tired of being treated like a freak his entire life. So when the circus arrived in Gotham, he took off and hid in the sewers beneath the city so no one would ever find him.

Waylon's seclusion only lasted a few days before trouble found him. Mobsters began using the sewers to operate discreetly from the vigilante known as Batman, who had just started working with the authorities. He intended to avoid them at all costs—even when his newfound home became a body dumping site. That was until he stumbled upon the mobsters brutally abusing a child and his parents. Waylon made sure the captors, soaked and gasping for air, never harmed them or any other family again. But before he had time to leave, Batman and the GCPD arrived unexpectedly.

And without a chance to explain, the police opened fire with the intent to kill him. Waylon, bleeding from gunshot wounds, tried to swim as far as possible. But the vigilante chased after him into a corner. So in a final act of defiance, Waylon Jones became the monster that everyone was expecting and fought until he faded from this world that despised him so much. Yet, the Bat saved his life and cruelly took him away from death's sweet embrace. He cursed out his savior, wanting nothing more than to be left for dead. But he woke up and gradually came to the realization that he was actually grateful.

Even if it meant that his life was about to get harder.

There wasn't a fair trial awaiting a "monster" like him despite testimony from the family he saved. "Killer Croc," a cruel nickname bestowed upon him because of his reptilian appearance alone, was found guilty and sentenced to life in Arkham Asylum. In addition, Waylon was condemned to long-term solitary confinement out of fears of him escaping and "eating the guards and inmates." He would've lost himself if it wasn't for being set free during a mass prison escape. However, instead of following the other inmates, Waylon chose to retreat into the sewers to avoid being arrested.

Despite his best attempts to stay hidden, trouble always found him. Waylon spent several years on the run from Batman, his so-called family, the GCPD, and others that wanted to use him. But then there was Bane, an aspiring foreign crime lord that wanted to conquer the "Killer Croc" to gain notoriety within organized crime. He made his presence known when he interrupted a fight between "Killer Croc" and [vigilante TBD] to demonstrate his raw power from Gotham to witness. Waylon had his right arm broken and would've been pummeled to death if it wasn't for [vigilante]'s intervention.

Waylon tried to distract Bane in a futile endeavor of playing hero. He was awarded with a fierce beating that broke his other arm and shattered him mentally. So he ran away from Gotham and headed west to recover physically. And he found his new home in the sewers of Star City. Then, as per usual, trouble found him again in the form of Roy Harper. Waylon, sensing that the kid was using him to die, confronted and then comforted him. Soon after that encounter, he became a sponsor for the kid and followed him. Those seven months with Roy were honestly the best he had ever lived.

And Waylon would've loved to remain by his side if it wasn't for his former life coming back to haunt him.

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Waylon Jones never seems to be granted a chance at redemption. So I have taken it upon myself to give it to him. It won't be an easy fight nor a fair one, but he isn't going to give up at this point in his life. Even if he himself thinks this quest is a foolish endeavor that will only end in one way: disappointment. The world, and undoubtedly its heroes, still consider him a menace to society, but he won't let them get in the way. Croc will do whatever it requires to stop Bane and prevent his rise in Gotham's criminal world. No matter what happens to him in the end.

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Physical Details
Standing at a height of five feet and seven inches, Antelmo Águila-Paiva is what humans consider "very bland looking." No facial hair, no tattoos or body modifiers, and hair that seemingly only grows shoulder-length. Still, he makes it up with his sense of fashion. Vintage band t-shirts, leather jackets, dark navy blue jeans, and an olive green hairband (an obvious family heirloom). And as for his partisan armor (stolen from a Na'hesit warehouse), it had been through a rebellion with a few dents to show off. It also received an artistic makeover to distance itself from the dark blue used by the manufacturer.

Personal History
Antia Águila-Paiva gave birth to a healthy child while the world was preparing for its first interplanetary war with an alien species. But it was fortunate that peace prevailed in the end, sparing her husband from a devastating conflict. Together, they spent several years in the slums raising their child and finding work with various mining and oil-drilling companies. But it wasn't until the colonial push into the Skyllian Verge that an opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that the Águila-Paivas took without hesitation, even if it meant leaving family and friends behind on Earth.

So at eight years old, Antelmo left with his family from a garden world within the Amun system. Anhur was a somewhat successful attempt at cooperation with the batarians despite hostilities over colonization efforts in the Skyllian Verge. But that soon led to fierce economic competition amongst the corporations. And with the planetary administration on their side, the rivalry only intensified until the minimum wage was abolished in its entirety. Then, it escalated into a full-fledged civil war within days.

A nineteen-year-old Antelmo joined the rebellion in support of the abolitionists by infiltrating key locations with ties to the slavers. But he soon took up arms after learning of his parents' abduction at the hands of their employer. Antelmo spent two years fighting as a relentless guerrilla with a reputation for being one of the best snipers in the resistance. He kept on fighting against the slavers until the Eclipse liberated Sobek and uncovered the labor camps. Antelmo left for the gas giant and tracked down his parents alive at one of the camps.

But working without mass effect fields left both Jacó and Antia with massive bone loss. Antelmo spent the remainder of the civil war as his parents' caretakers. However, the credits dried up, forcing Antelmo to seek employment with the Eclipse. He sought out an old friend, Ufoth Saf'rada, to care for his parents while off-world. But that venture lasted only a year before deciding to become an independent contractor. Whatever credits Antelmo earned from odd jobs here and there were sent over to his parents.

Then, Antelmo was sent over a contact involving a series of targets on Bekenstein via an anonymous contact. All of them were collaborating on legislation that would've introduced indentured servitude to the planet to compete with rivals on Illium. Antelmo's order was quite simple: kill them discreetly within eight months, and you'll be rewarded generously. Antelmo took the offer without hesitation and left for the industrial planet. It was the most challenging eight months of his life, but the targets were eliminated.

Antelmo was paid with enough credits that his parents were able to receive advanced physical therapy. But even with the generous amount, the cost per session slowly consumed the credits. Antelmo was ready to leave home once more when the ExoGeni Corporation contacted him with an offer. He left for Eden Prime shortly after bidding farewell to his parents and friend.

Combat Analysis
Antelmo learned early on that his preference was causing havoc from afar with a good sniper rifle. His knowledge of guerrilla tactics has proved useful for contracts that seemed difficult without a whole team by your side. By taking advantage of secrecy, mobility, and the element of surprise, one individual can deliver a devastating blow against a large group of their enemies.

Reason for Vacating Previous Situation
With the credits from the Bekenstein contact almost gone, Antelmo was already in need of work when ExoGeni reached out to him. He took it without a second thought out of desperation more than anything. His parents are responding well to the latest batch of treatments for the first time in years. And ExoGeni has enough credits to spare in making sure his parents are strong enough to return home.
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I Ñ I G O G I M É N E Z - P O Z O
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Iñigo Alba Giménez-Pozo
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Oct 5th, 2002 | 21 | Hispanic
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Iñigo stands at 6 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds with his soft, round endomorph body. His amber eyes harmonize with his dark brown long wavy hair that's taken care of often. He has his father's olive skin tone and a small gap tooth. While inheriting a low hairline and metabolism from his mother. As for his personal style, it's androgynous with a mixture of casual and edgy. But he often wears long leather motorcycle boots with grey denim. That's when he isn't in his P.R.C.U. uniform, of course. Given his ability, though, Iñigo could easily change his look in an instant if he desired to.

For instance, Iñigo regularly transforms his long hair into different hairstyles depending on the occasion. The same notion applies to his clothes and jewelry. And yet, Iñigo's ability isn't everlasting and will always revert back to the clothes he initially was wearing. It also means that body piercings, tattoos, and cosmetics will vanish once he loses consciousness or is under strain. But the latter isn't usually a concern, given he usually sleeps.

Iñigo can duplicate other people and fictional characters but won't receive their talents and hyper-abilities (if they have any in the first place).
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Talía Giménez and Gabriel Pozo sought a better life in the United States with their young infant, Iñigo. As undocumented immigrants in Nevada, they lived quiet, reserved lives while working as farmhands for a local farm near Las Vegas. The paychecks were barely enough to afford rent and consistent meals. But it was enough to keep them from going homeless. And more importantly, it provided their son with a normal childhood.

Iñigo Giménez-Pozo was a good student with a passion for history, which led him to take AP classes in high school. As a result, he earned his high school diploma with honors. But instead of leaving his family behind, Iñigo attended the nearby University of Nevada to pursue a degree in history. He maintained a balanced lifestyle between partying with his newfound friends on the Las Vegas Strip and studying all night for midterms with study buddies.

Then the incident occurred.

Iñigo's hyper-gene triggered in the middle of a crowded dance floor during spring break. He still can't recall what occurred after, but eyewitnesses described him rapidly shapeshifting while in excruciating pain. It only stopped when paramedics used a sedative on him before taking him to the hospital. Five days later, Iñigo had awoken to authorities transporting him to a secured facility. There he learned that he was a hype, an undocumented hype.

That was when Iñigo discovered his parents were in ICE custody while his younger brother was taken by CPS. He was unable to do anything other than remain silent while his lawyers talked. And they did talk for five months straight while his parents were deported and his brother was placed in foster care. Then, to avoid the case being taken to the Supreme Court, an agreement was reached with the federal government involving H.E.L.P.

Iñigo would be deported to Canada, instead of the original destination, to enroll at Pacific Royal Collegiate & University. If he were to maintain good behavior and grades and showcase resilience to his ability, then he would be granted US citizenship after graduation. With citizenship, Iñigo will be able to petition for his parents to become US citizens. And he can even petition to be a legal guardian for his younger brother. But, of course, if Iñigo failed to uphold the agreement, he would remain in Canada with refugee status. He would be all alone in an unfamiliar country with his family separated.

So choosing the obvious choice, Iñigo began his first year at P.R.C.U. in the fall semester.
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Shapeshifting was once thought to be nothing more than fiction—used as a literary device for books and superhero comics. Then the existence of Hyperhumans brought the concept into reality with the ability to physically transform oneself. In the case of Iñigo Giménez-Pozo, they are able to transform into humans of any sex exact. Their form is more than capable of deceiving biometrics and individuals. Iñigo could easily be a crucial asset to H.I.T or any covert group as its talented agent if selected for the H.E.A.T. Program.

L I M I T A T I O N S || C U T O F F P E R I O D // F I X E D B O D Y M A S S

Of course, like any other ability, there are limitations to its uses. For instance, Iñigo does not gain the talents and (if any present) abilities from hyperhumans. Their form will disintegrate after seven days of usage or instantly upon losing consciousness. And notably, their body mass is not changeable and will remain at 200 pounds. That's despite the fact that Iñigo can look exactly like a bigger or smaller person if desired. The longer the form, the greater the strain on their body until they are forced to return to their normal self.

W E A K N E S S E S || L O S S O F S E L F

But the most concerning aspect of metamorphosis is regarding the brain. Every alteration, especially ones that last for days, has the potential to cause transient global amnesia (TGA). While symptoms last only 24 hours, MRA scans indicate that Iñigo's mind is worsening every day. They are losing their identity and sanity gradually without knowing. Soon, they will be unable to keep track of who they are. Therefore, it is of the utmost importance that we provide treatment to Iñigo without their knowledge in fear that they will stop using their ability entirely.

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"What woke me?" Iñigo chuckled and then began tapping their head with the index finger. "I guess it'd be my mente jodida."

"Your mind? Enlighten me." The evaluator asked with a warm smile.

"If I know what's going on up there, I wouldn't have restless nights!" Iñigo smiled. But when it was obvious that their answer wasn't enough, they straightened up and began to speak more candidly. "I suspect that it would have something to do with my... 'ability'."

"Why do you say that?"

"Whenever I use it, I can just feel myself slipping into nothingness before I come back. It's like if some kid becomes obsessed with being a chef after playing pretend for a long time." Iñigo was no longer staring at the evaluator. Rather, they were paying attention to their right arm, resting on the table. Then it altered into a caucasian woman's arm covered with scars and tattoos. A moment later, it transformed into an elderly man's wrinkled arm with bruise marks. And then, as if nothing happened, the arm reverted back to its original state. Iñigo looked back up, anticipating either a horrified or astonished expression followed by a series of rapid-fire questions from them to answer.

Instead, the evaluator was sad and only offered a single question, not anticipating an answer. "Does that make you afraid?"

Iñigo frowned and then mumbled, "Más de lo que te puedes imaginary."

A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?

"¿Eh?" Iñigo stared with no idea how to respond to the question.

"Un extraño desaliña-"

But before the evaluator had the chance to finish, Iñigo interrupted them with a snap of his finger as he figured out what 'disheveled' meant. "Oh! Why didn't you just say that..."

"I suppose it'd depend on the person you would think is unkempt. Because for me, I think someone struggling to afford rent or a decent meal. An immigrant farmworker tired after a long day under the fierce sun. I'd help that person out." Iñigo shrugged his shoulders and then crossed his arms. He then looked at the evaluator and said with a clear hint of displeasure, "But I suspect that you're not talking about that kind of person, aren't you?"

"There are no wrong answers." The evaluator responded plainly.

"Of course not." Iñigo sarcastically remarked but then sighed and leaned back against the metal chair. "I'd know better than get myself in trouble... again. So yeah, I would be mindful around nefarious strangers that are a cause for concern around here."

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"Hide, I guess."

"How come?" The evaluator raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking, right?" Iñigo cringed at the question while rolling their eyes. "If you read my file, which I don't doubt exists, you'd know my ability is useless against an intruder. All I can do is copy someone flawlessly. I am in no way, shape, or form a fighter."
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█ AGE Twenty-five
█ GENDER Non-binary
█ SEXUALITY Pansexual
█ OCCUPATION Receptionist
█ QUALIFICATIONS History B.A.
█ RESIDENCE Boston, Massachusetts

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█ SCARS Right and left arms and legs
█ TATTOOS Forearm compass tattoo
█ PIERCINGS N/A
█ MARKINGS N/A
█ HEIGHT 5'-7"
█ BUILD Endomorph

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Growing up as the youngest of two siblings that attended the same high school and excelled forced the spotlight onto a young Lucas Watson. Teachers were more than eager to teach the youngest child for a prestigious family—hell, even some students were intrigued. But, for two years, he was under a lot of pressure from his school and home life with no healthy way to cope with the stress. It was a recipe for disaster that came to a head in the tenth grade. That was the year that Lucas Watson failed all his AP classes in quick succession, forcing him to repeat the grade. And overnight, he became the black sheep to the teachers and students of Ritman High and a disgrace to his family and residents of Delton.

Being the disappointment of town and his family caused Lucas to isolate himself from the outside world. As a result, despite improving to the point that he resumed AP learning, he was still viewed lowly due to his frequent smoke breaks. Then, towards the summer break of the same year, rumors of his sexuality started spreading after his dating profile was found on a popular gay dating app by some of the students. His religious parents were furious and sent him away to a religious camp that summer. Of course, that "vacation" did not help at all. It made Lucas more depressed and anxious than ever before. To make matters worst, another rumor quickly spread across the school (and town) during senior year.

"Lucas Watson is a school shooter in the making" was one of the messages shared on social media. Of course, it didn't help that Lucas began wearing long sleeves and jackets to school every day, regardless of the weather. And his disregard for his well-being (tired eyes, cigarette smell, etc.) caused the school to interfere by escorting him to the principal's office during class. Due to his better grades and (pressure from one of his siblings), the school offered him free counseling for the remaining senior year. Lucas accepted their offer and found it surprisingly valuable despite his parents being against it. Regardless, the counseling made such that Lucas received his diploma with honors in the end.

After graduation, many students and teachers assumed that Lucas would remain in Delton with his parents. That all changed when he was last seen standing alone at the bus station with a suitcase in one hand and another holding an envelope—emotionless. He departed for Massachusetts, and nobody heard from him until his sudden arrival in town years later for the class reunion event.

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Despite being a target of ridicule for fellow students, Lucas always liked being around people and wanted to have an active social life. There were some that he considered friends before he isolated himself in the tenth grade. Being a loner in his school and home was already hard enough for a teenage boy dealing with hormones. Counseling was a huge help to someone like Lucas, whose well-being significantly improved during his senior year. Being kicked out and leaving Delton temporarily worsened his mental state. But Boston was what he needed to truly be his better self with a stable work environment and a more welcoming climate than Delton.

One significant problem Lucas still struggled with was his clinginess in relationships—romantically and platonically. He rarely received genuine attention and love from others (especially from his parents), making him clutch onto moments whenever he did. Moving out of Delton and seeing a therapist certainly addressed the clinginess but did not resolve it. Yet, it also highlighted another issue. Lucas started to become afraid of opening up, given how much emotional baggage there was to unwrap upon his friends and significant other. He wanted to resolve it for good, and going back to Delton was the only logical option, supported by his therapist.
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"The only difference between past and present..."
"...is semantics."


Often associated with fortune tellers and seers, precognition allows the user to foresee and observe possible futures. In the case of Lucas Watson, his foresight seemingly includes infinite possibilities of any situation. But to achieve the full potential of such an ability, he would require to be conscious of crucial details, or we'd end up with absurd outcomes. And the only way for us to see any outcome is with a deck of tarot cards—for now, of course. Nevertheless, further use of his powers might, in theory, enhance them in several ways to our benefit (see Development for more details).

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"If we could perceive time as it truly was..."
"What reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed?"


As mentioned before, Lucas Watson possesses the ability to foresee the future, once considered a form of divination in ancient times. But in the modern age, science was the one to gift him with precognition. A theory among the scientific team is that if conditioned enough, his powers can also see the past clearly. Another theory, though far-fetched, is that he could travel to any alternate universe that does not exist in our current world if he can fully comprehend his power. So I'd suggest we instead strengthen his powers to find other means of witnessing the future rather than using tarot cards.
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Possible futures and alternative universes cannot be manipulated and altered in any fashion. User is unable to see one's own possible futures. User must be consciously with this power or said future will be altered while in use—also cannot be purely accurate.
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Will be overwhelmed by the number of options or if said power is overused. User must be consciously seeking out specific details and judging which possible futures are most probable, which can result in some possibilities/futures being overlooked.


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There wasn't much left to do other than endure the celebratory cheers from above til it was time to leave for the dormitories. And there wasn't anything to say about the new housemates. Iñigo chose to remain quiet for a while, at least until the rooms were assigned. One of the roommates made his discontent clear enough with a cold, hard stare. While the others were better at hiding their disdain toward the newbie. Iñigo was too tired to do anything really and went straight to bed for some much-needed rest. But upon tossing his House uniform over to the desk, a well-hidden small black envelope caught his attention. Although the message was short and sweet, Iñigo was immensely intrigued by the invitation and made sure to memorize the time before hiding it.


Location: Mess Hall (Outside), PRCU - Western Canada
The Homecoming Trials #2.91: Another Monday

Interaction(s): N/A
Previously: More Consequences

Today was the first day of classes, which was strangely comforting to a former university student before the incident. Iñigo made his way over to the mess hall, crowded with seemingly the entire student body either eating breakfast, chatting with others, or doing both. He got his simple breakfast burrito and opted to be alone rather than deal with both his team and housemates. Plus, it was too early to endure another snide remark. Fortunately, it wasn't long before everyone had to get together with their assigned team outside. But that just meant Iñigo had to tolerate his teammates for seemingly the entire day. He hoped the classes were intriguing enough to make up for being confined to what was essentially a prison island.

Suzanne was busy chatting with... one of the team members who Iñigo couldn't remember their name. Then, someone from another team joined in the conversation about god knows what. The redhead, still struggling with her name, was quite a chatterbox, to say the least. Iñigo did not fully listen to what she had to say other than the tidbits about her power. Something he immediately realized was never going to make sense to him unless she showed it off. And even then, that alone might not have been enough. By the time she was done talking, he didn't notice that more of the team had arrived until one of them introduced themselves. Iñigo was admittedly interested in the new arrivals but not enough to insert himself rather rudely into the discussion.

So instead, he found himself something to lean against while keeping an eye on the team.

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"Uh, you think you can make a few trips? We got a few men down over here!"

Lucas scanned the field to see just who required assistance, which was basically everyone from the reunion. It was like a warzone. And the sound of sirens signaled that help was coming.

What are you waiting for?! Help them already!

Is your safety really worth discarding a friend?
Lucas surveyed the field to see just how bad the situation was, and it was horrible. Looked like a bomb went off. And sirens blaring through the night indicated the danger wasn't over yet.

Leave them be less you want to be caught!

Is your freedom really worth saving a nobody?
Lucas took a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts and carefully made his way across the wrecking parking lot toward the field. When he approached Jack, he got a clearer idea of just how injured her leg was based on the amount of blood alone. There was no way she was walking on it any time soon or even put any sort of pressure on it. So that meant doing things slightly differently. Lucas didn't intentionally answer the first aid kit question and said bluntly, "Just... lean on me for support while I bring you to the car. The asphalt's slightly uneven because of that freak earthquake."

Carrying someone through the uneven asphalt was quite the challenge—more so if said person was hurt. Lucas had to make sure that the injury was manageable, at least until he got to the vehicle. But then there was another problem: it was locked. The driver in question, Ivory, was seemingly preoccupied with god knows what at the worst time possible. And with the sirens getting ever so close to the school, Lucas carefully told Jack to lean on the car and then yelled out at Ivory (and everyone else still on the field indirectly). "We need the keys to LEAVE before it's too late from Jack!"

Jack was a somebody to someone once. A friend that offered smokes during the bad days. Unlike everyone at that high school, she was just there sometimes. And now look at her, a somebody in desperate need of help in this little, nostalgic town. How funny.

How funny indeed.
Jack was a nobody to someone once. A loser that provided beer during the good days. Like everyone at that high school, she kept her distance often. And now look at her, still a nobody in a small, forgotten town in need of your help. How funny.

How funny indeed.

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For such a confidential assignment, one would assume that an interstellar company like ExoGeni would've paid for better bunks. It wasn't like they didn't have the credits to spend. Antelmo Águila-Paiva struggled to get a decent night's sleep due to the relatively small mattress provided to him. So that explained why he was already at the cafeteria when the helmsman announced that they had arrived at their destination: a barren, frozen hellscape known as Faringor. There wasn't much to note about the planet other than it being the location used in the gothic horror classic, Starless. A tiny part of Antelmo had secretly hoped the assignment would take them to the well-preserved sets on the planet's icy surface.

Then, the helmsman made sure to mention that Laine was waiting for everyone at operations. Antelmo didn't know what to make out of the other human. Other than the fact that the old man had a closet of secrets for being N7. And that included his time on Anhur during the revolt, undoubtedly laboring for the Alliance and their interests abroad. Nobody with such experience in the art of warfare would've helped some industrial planet out of the kindness of their heart. No, they only got involved because it crippled batarian investments in the long run. Antelmo pondered whether the Alliance would have intervened if the oppressors were turian or asari. But of course, he found out the answer a long time ago.

Antelmo made sure to gear up for landfall, examining his rifle and submachine gun to ensure they were ready for action. Then, he changed into simple garments meant to be worn under armor. And by the time he emerged from the armory, the well-worn partisan armor brought forth much-needed color within the vessel. Antelmo arrived just in time to hear the XO complain about never being sent somewhere nice. He made his way over to one of the empty chairs in the room and decided to answer her question in a rather cheeky manner, "I've learned recently that if an assignment involves going to some backwater planet, the pay's higher. But given we're gonna be on the planet used in Starless, our pay will be shit."

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SSV NORMANDY SR-2



Serving as the successor to the SR-1, the Normandy SR-2 first entered service in 2185 as part of Cerberus' efforts to investigate and stop abductions of human colonists. Billions of credits were spent by the terrorist organization to construct the starship for Commander Shepard's personal use on said mission. But a year into service, after its mission was complete, the commander defected from Cerberus and turned it over to the Systems Alliance for refurbishment. The Normandy was recommissioned as an Alliance vessel and given Alliance colors to distance itself from its rather controversial past. Then the Reapers began their cycle of extinction on the whole galaxy.

For two years, the SSV Normandy SR-2 served as the mobile command center to rally the galaxy's forces together in the hopes of defeating the Reapers. It was the first starship that led the change for Earth in the final battle. But it never made it to the rendezvous point upon the activation of the Crucible. Unbeknownst to everyone, the Normandy was hit by a wave of energy while it entered the mass relay, causing the starship to end up in uncharted space.



Home Universe

Ship Class
Frigate

Role
Reconnaissance/Command ship

Physical Size
216 metres (long) x 96 metres (wide) x 24 metres (deep)

Armaments
Javelin Disruptor Torpedoes
Thanix Cannon
Kinetic Barriers
Heavy Ship Armor
GARDIAN Lasers

Antiproton Thrusters
Fusion Plant
Tantalus Drive Core
Extended Fuel Cells

Sensors
Stealth Systems
Reaper IFF

Unique Technology
Omni-gel
Medi-gel

Omni-tools
Tech Armor
Biotic Amps
Kinetic Barriers
Quantum Entanglement Communicators (QECs)

UT-47A

Notable Crew
Commanding Officer - Sullivan Shepard
Executive Officer - Garrus Vakarian
Gunnery Officer - Ashley Williams
Chief Engineer - Tali'Zorah vas Normandy
Armory Chief - James Vega
Science Officer - Liara T'Soni
Chief Medical Officer - Karin Chakwas

Helmsman - Jeff "Joker" Moreau
Shuttle Pilot - Steve Cortez
Artificial Intelligence - EDI
Second Engineer - Greg Adams
Yeoman - Kelly Chambers
Communications Specialist - Samantha Traynor
War Correspondent - Diana Allers

Squadmate - Urdnot Wrex
Squadmate - Miranda Lawson
Squadmate - Kasumi Goto
Squadmate - Javik

Crew Size
50 (100 max)

Faction/Operator/Owner
Systems Alliance (formerly Cerberus)


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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

"It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it."


HISTORY
After eight years of fighting in Western Europe, an armistice was declared in autumn between the major European powers involved in the bloodstained war. Even though they fought aside the Allied Powers, the United States of America was chosen to manage negotiations for peace. President Woodrow Wilson set forth with several key points for enduring peace, including plans for a "general association of nations," the abolition of secret diplomacy, and the decrease of armaments. But before having the chance to finish composing his speech, the 28th President died after suffering a severe stroke that left him comatose while in the White House. With a lackluster Thomas Marshall assuming the presidency and a population keen on normality, the Republican Party won the 1920 election by a landslide. Soon after, the United States withdrew its delegates from the talks and signed separate treaties with the Central Powers, officially ending their involvement in "European matters."

While President Warren Harding was able to uphold his campaign slogan of a "return to normalcy," it was anything but normal in the states. The post-war recession gripped the country while labor unions conducted strikes to prevent the loss of gains made during the war. Harding sought compromises in those strikes, which often benefited the companies more than the workers. But it wasn't until the collapse of the 1922 Great Railroad Strike that labor decided to escalate matters. Labor groups settled aside their differences to unite under a general strike across all major industry sectors. President Harding, convinced that organized labor was acting viciously against business, began efforts to combat it. And yet it didn't deter the union throughout the twenties as memberships reached all-time record highs despite aggressive pushback from local authorities and state and federal government crackdowns (regardless of political affiliation).

By the 1924 election, the United States saw economic growth and widespread prosperity, making it the world's richest country per capita at the time. So it wasn't much of a surprise that the Republicans won again, with Vice President Calvin Coolidge securing the nomination (Harding intended to run for a second term but died of a heart attack before the start of his re-election campaign). While not as fierce as Harding, President Coolidge considered matters regarding labor the responsibility of state and local government and even weakened regulatory agencies in the federal government. But he opposed farm subsidies and providing Great War vets with bonuses using his veto power when both bills reached his desk, angering struggling farmers and veterans. Nonetheless, the public still very much admired Coolidge, thanks to the booming economy and a $300 million surplus. It made his refusal to seek out a second elected term evermore shocking to the nation.

The Republican Party retained the White House in 1928 with a landslide by Herbert Hoover. His optimism for a bright tomorrow freed of poverty was shattered when the stock market collapsed, followed by a worldwide economic depression. President Hoover, not wanting direct federal intervention, concerned it would've caused more panic on Wall Street, chose to strengthen businesses and sponsored public works projects which ultimately did nothing to rebound the economy. In fact, it was worsened by the passage of the Tariff Act of 1930 (a law that implemented protectionist trade policies in the nation) and his continuous refusal to approve relief measures. It caused Republicans to suffer substantial losses in the midterms, losing control of the House to the Democratic Party. With the rise of shanty towns and homeless encampments across the country, the unemployment rate reached 24% when the "Bonus Army" set up camp in the nation's capital during the early summer.

Two months later, on July 28th, federal troops marched on the camp after riots erupted over the death of two veterans at the hands of the District police. Under orders of President Hoover, General Douglas MacArthur began advancing upon the campground alongside the troops, intending to only evict the marchers and their followers across the nearby river. But things took a violent turn as gunshots erupted and fires engulfed shacks injuring hundreds and killing dozens. According to eyewitness testimony, MacArthur ordered troops to open fire without notice upon a crowd of veterans and their loved ones. MacArthur later testified in a committee hearing that he witnessed a group of individuals exiting out of a shack with weapons, believing them to be part of a syndicalist conspiracy ready to open fire upon the federal troops. Regardless, the event known as the Anacostia Massacre squashed any chance of a second term for the Hoover administration in the 1932 election.

With leverage from labor unions and Great War veterans, the Democratic Party selected former mayor Jacob S. Coxey to be the Vice President nominee while farmer Henry A. Wallace was nominated to the ticket (a compromise made to please moderates in the party).


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"Je Maintiendrai."

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BASIC INFORMATION
► FULL NAME || Valentijn van Zalingen
► CODENAMES || Krielkip
► PRONOUNS || He/They
► TYPE || Cyborgs
► ETHNICITY || European
► AGE || 25
► HEIGHT || 5"11
► WEIGHT || 160
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SKILLS
► [Resilient] || Valentijn is one resilient, or veerkrachtig in Dutch, bastard. Ever since joining military boarding school at 12, he overcame the setbacks and challenges imposed upon him by his peers and faculty. And then, after being rejected by the Grand Union at 18. Perhaps it has something to do with his childhood in the wilds. Or his hardened father. There isn't a concrete answer out there to uncover from the swamps.
► [Salvager] || Being a berger was necessary in the swampy wilds of the Low Countries. Valentijn had to salvage to survive at a young age, going from ruined cities to the remnants of long-forgotten battlefields. And even though he isn't part of the wilds anymore, that aspect of him will truly never fade out of existence—even if they were corrected in some way.
► [GU Strategist] || Under the guidance of the Grand Union, Valentijn was quickly assigned to the role of strategist at the age of 14. He received training til he was eighteen, when he had to apply for permanent residency. Upon his failure and deportation, all forms of education were suspended, but Valentijn somehow managed to learn more on his own.
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EQUIPMENT
► [Kracht, Bayard 20X7] || Gifted to Valentijn on their sixteenth birthday, the Bayard 20X7 is a semi-automatic pistol first mass-produced during the Judgement War. Unlike the standard-issue model, this variant has been modified to have engravings on the handle. Kracht translates to vigor or strength in English.
► [Bronze Pendant] || A faded, bronze pendant of the Leo Belgicus Dutch coin with a chain. it has been with Valentijn ever since he was first found in the wilds all of those years ago. And despite its being valueless (and quite frankly junk), it clearly has been cherished and treasured by its current and previous owners.
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"Ga niet op het uiterlijk af."

Standing at the height of 6ft and weighing 152 pounds, Valentijn still maintains an athletic body long after boarding school. But unlike the enforced appearance standards from there, their light brown hair has grown quite long, reaching past the shoulders. And they have gotten several tattoos all over their body in recent years, specifically after being deported from the Grand Union. Although some aspects remain apparent, like in the way Valentijn presents themselves—wearing semi-casual wear often.


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"Meten is weten."

Valentijn is a curious person, almost daring to question their surroundings light-heartedly. Ambitious to a fault, willing to overwork themselves to the point of exhaustion. They want to make up for past failures while under the guidance of the Grand Union. It's what contributes to their low self-esteem from growing up in both the wilds and military boarding school. But that aspect of themselves is hidden well due to their adventurous spirit. More eager to spend time with others rather than being confined to their room for a day.
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"Nood breekt wet."

Valentijn van Zalingen was presumably born in the wilds and raised by their parents for much of their childhood. Obtaining such information from them directly has proven difficult or borderline impossible. But for our own independent investigation, we have gathered that their grandparents were residing in Rotterdam when the sea defenses across the Low Countries instantaneously failed in the midst of the Judgement War. Their father was sixteen when the floods devastated the entire region, making him a lone orphan. Rescue efforts began almost immediately before it was discovered that the water had been contaminated in some manner. And with the Judgement War getting bloodier every day, the European Union announced that all rescue operations beyond Amsterdam, Brussels, and The Hague were to be suspended, citing health and security concerns. Millions of survivors, including their father, were left to fend for themselves as conditions worsened across the region.

Not much information could be found on their mother, but we think that she actually was in Amsterdam when the flooding happened. But for some peculiar reason, she chose to leave in favor of The Wilds. Eventually, both of them met and spent years together while having five children. Valentijn, the middle child of the large family, was forced to grow up at an early age in a hostile environment that was out to kill. Mutants killed the oldest sister at ten while the youngest brother got a crippling birth defect. But it wasn't til the father developed lung cancer that the decision was made to send one of their children to safety with the Grand Union. At the age of eleven, he chose to apply his middle child to a Grand Union boarding school at the cost of crippling debts. It wasn't til a year after random inspections and extensive testing that Valentijn was able to bed enrolled at the city of Brussels. The Grand Union provided them with basic needs in exchange for service to the corporation (that included inserting experimental cybernetics for trial usage only).

During their time at military school, Valentijn was selected for personalized learning in strategic studies at fourteen. The Grand Union took an interest in them due to excelling in the Strategy and War course offered by the boarding school. And for four years, the instructors contributed to steering toward the career of being a military strategist for the corporation. Then, Valentijn turned eighteen. All orphans are forced to apply for permanent residency in the Grand Union upon turning eighteen years old. So it was their turn. Unfortunately, they were rejected. Upon rejection, all failed applicants have access to basic needs and services suspended and are ordered to leave Grand Union territory. And to add insult to injury, a massive debt was issued to them with expected monthly payments in the hundreds of Universal Credits—some sort of parting gift. Valentijn retreated into the wilds to find work in scavenging long abandoned cities. But then, they went back to civilization just one year after their deportation to work from Wolfhound LLC.

Working for the largest private military company in the world paid well enough to live, but it wouldn't ever be enough to pay off the debt. So, upon hearing of openings in a nearby shell academy, Valentijn took a calculated risk and applied for a spot at the cost of accumulating more debt to their name. But thanks to their time at a boarding school, they were easily accepted and then graduated a few years later. And during that time, they managed to buy the entirety of Ijsvogel, a heavy skirmisher and strategic supporter shell (some by saving up and others by collecting more debt). Fortunately, being a pilot from Wolfhound paid slightly better than their previous jobs could ever. But it still wasn't enough to be debt-free. So Valentijn had to do better in their missions, often at the cost of their own well-being. But two years into being a mercenary, it finally paid off when they were invited to join the elite Vulture Squad. For the first time in a long while, Valentijn felt like all of the blood and sweat would finally pay off; however, this was only the beginning of a long bloody chapter.


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"Cybernetica is de grootste schat."

Ever since Valentijn was twelve years old, cybernetics were mandatory to combat the elements of the wilds. Although they were essentially a guinea pig for experimental cybernetics, the Grand Union only allowed a select few to remain. Bioartificial organs were medical necessities with constant updates to prevent a particularly nasty death. When they were selected for personalized training, the corporation allowed for bionic eyes that enhanced their performance while analyzing or planning. And their brain was subjected to clinical trial implants, which were temporary for a brief time period. It wasn't til recently they received an implant from Wolfhound LLC that established a connection between shell and its pilot. In addition, their limps still surprisingly remained made out of flesh and bone since leaving the wilds. Valentijn liked their augmentations and never rejected them outright if presented, but they weren't actively pursuing to be completely cyborg.


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"Een held op sokken."

An obvious issue made pretty clear from the get-go is the fact that Valentijn was raised in the wilds. That hostile environment has made them somewhat hesitate to trust others even after living under the Grand Union protection for seven years. That suspicion is specifically directed toward those with authority, not that they won't follow orders given to them. Then, there's the pressing fact that much of their cybernetics are getting closer to being obsolete. Unable to afford the necessary upgrades after being deported, a sizable fund is still required to be completely updated with the current augmentations. And, of course, Valentijn hides the fact they have low self-esteem very well. But it's still there and hard to forget when you realize it. They also hide that they are deep in debt, paying hundreds of UCs on a monthly basis or risk the debt collectors' wraith.


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Eleven meters


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Skirmisher, strategic support

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IJSVOGEL, or KINGFISHER in English, is one of three shells designed by the remnants of the Operational Support Command Land before the Royal Netherlands Army was integrated into the Grand Union. It was incorporated into military service a few months later after succeeding in various tests assigned to the shell. But shortly into its service, the original designs of the three shells were merged into one simplified infantry support shell. Ijsvogel then found itself under the service of Wolfhound LLC and assigned to its current role of skirmisher with strategic support.

As a skirmisher shell, Ijsvogel doesn't necessarily appear to look like one with its heavy armored plates and rather sluggish speeds. However, the head designer wanted to revolutionize its potential as a harasser of the enemy. By sacrificing its speed slightly in favor of firepower and durability, Ijsvogel is easily able to provide suppressive fire and serve as a distraction for hostiles. And when it's done being a nuisance or starts to get overwhelmed by its adversaries, the shell is still able to rapidly retreat to safety (or to a distance) if necessary so it could live to fight another day.

Another role that Ijsvogel serves is providing strategic support to ground forces. With assistance from THEIA, the shell is able to provide real-time information on the field to squadmates and command. And help from its pilot guarantees that it's able to perform efficiently under intensive pressures. It also has a military-grade signal amplifier and jammer in its back, able to boost or silence any given signal at will. Ijsvogel has been given a coat of orange and white paint in tribute to the former country known as Nederland, or The Netherlands in English.

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ONS VOLK, or OUR PEOPLE in English, is a heavy machine gun crafted by the finest Belgian firearms manufacturer designed specifically for Ijsvogel. It requires the shell to use both of its hands for proper use in combat. And its large weight makes any shoulder-based weaponry obsolete. But to make up for the shortcoming, Ons Volk can swap to three different ammo types in the field: armor-piercing, high-explosive, and incendiary. In addition, it carries around 250 bullets per round with 20 magazines on reserve within the shell's right arm (the other ammo types are housed in the shoulder).

THEIA is a complex artificial intelligence designed exclusively for Ijsvogel located in the lower back. Originally programmed as an urban search and rescue response for the NCTV (National Coordinator for Security and Counterterrorism) in the Netherlands, it was heavily modified for military use while Ijsvogel was being constructed. Its current purpose is to analyze in real-time the combatants and terrain on the frontlines to squadmates and headquarters. THEIA, in its essence, is an advanced spotter with an understanding of social cohesion within its assigned squad.

In the upper back of Ijsvogel lies a signal amplifier and jammer. The amplifier can boost the signal strength of friendly communications. But if there are more signals to amplify, the weaker the device's capabilities before it gets overwhelmed. While the signal jammer disrupts any communications deemed hostile to a certain range. Its effectiveness is upon a fifty foot range with a maximum range of one hundred feet. Both devices are located in the upper back of the shell. Furthermore, Ijsvogel can withstand any climate and weather with its protective layer.

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Our People takes inspiration (mainly its appearance) from Etilka from Halo Reach.

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WALLER
Washington D.C.
FIRST DAY


A harsh winter was still descending upon the nation's capital with seemingly no end in sight. Although there hasn't been a blizzard, snow still persisted throughout the holiday week. But today, of all days, there were clear skies and relatively warm temperatures. Amanda Waller chuckled to herself before heading to her sedan. Mother Nature was such a cruel tease somethings. At least the traffic on the sixty-six wasn't too congested til she reached Roosevelt Bridge. There, she saw the Triskelion looming over it. The headquarters building of S.H.I.E.L.D. emanated the New Formalism style akin to the Kennedy Center close by. But to your average tourist, it was quite daunting with its three twenty-two-story office buildings.

A security guard approached the car and asked for the common access card, which she handed over willingly with a soft smile. It was a quick scan before the guard handed the card back and allowed her to pass.

And when she started to drive away from the checkpoint, that smile faded instantaneously.

Amanda was badly burnt. Being here at the Triskelion made that obvious. Everything she did—no, sacrificed—to find a purpose in this world was all meaningless now. She found herself trapped in a glorified desk job until she retired in her early sixties. It was quite literally her personal hell. One she earned. Amanda got too intrusive, too ambitious and was severely punished as a result. Just like poor Icarus. Icarus was emboldened by his wings and soared into the air, ignoring his father's warning. Then his wings were burnt by the sun, and he plunged into the sea. Now, both he and Amanda were drowning due to their own arrogance; but unlike him, she was going to fight like hell to swim up towards the surface.

So, Amanda begrudgingly got out of her car and made her way towards her new job, calculating a new path forward.

The atrium was quite vast with some folks heading over to their destination while others were taking a short break over at the food court. Amanda just made her way to the reception desk, where receptionists were either on the phone or speaking with someone else. Of course, she waited for her turn to talk to an assistant. It was only a minute before someone approached to help. But then, they were interrupted by a slightly younger woman wearing a black trenchcoat with Ray-Ban sunglasses walking up to the receptionist. There were streaks of grey in her jet-black hair, and yet it didn't look like it was dyed in the slightest. It was all natural. The stranger spoke up in an authoritative manner to the worker, "Has she arrived yet?"

"She's standing next to you, agent."

"Oh." "You must be Ms. Waller, correct?"

Amanda nodded. "That's right."


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