[CHAR] Project Genesis

[Lady Arya]

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Cora Taylor...

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.......................................... H I S T O R Y Cora began her life always looking up. She wondered when she would see that “blue” sky that she had only read about. From a young age, Cora was inherently shy. She preferred observing to speaking but when she did people listened. Beneath her quiet demeanor was a keen sense of empathy. She was the girl that shared her lunch (for what little she had) to others who had none. Her traits were not her weakness but a strength that would lead her down a path that would she had only dreamed of. Through her schooling and a bit of luck, she was admitted to nursing school. Every chance was for her to prove her worth. While her more outspoken classmates shone in group discussions, her strength was in her rotations. Her quiet nature allowed her to listen and observe her patients, noticing small changes in behavior or vital signs. It was with her natural abilities that gave her a reputation, earning trust in both doctors and patients. As school finished, she found herself in one of the local clinics, where she met her husband Adam. A man with kind eyes, a booming laugh and a wild spirit that was perfect for her quiet reserve. Their relationship wasn’t dramatic in any sense; it was comforting and filled with understanding. They married a year after they met in a small private ceremony. With life uncertain on the surface, it seemed their dream of a family was decreasing over the last two years. Though, one fall night, their lives changed. A test turned positive and months later, their son, Jack, was born. An energetic child who seemed to take on more of his father’s qualities than hers. However, they were both hers and she couldn’t have been happier. Six months before she received word that she had been picked to go to through the portal, Adam was killed in a small riot at the clinic. Jack had been sick, while she opted to stay home that day. Her husband had tried to fight off the attack when he was caught in the cross fire. Cora’s world had turned upside down in a blink of an eye and now still piecing herself back together, she must face this new journey alone. Keeping strong for Jack and a silent promise to Adam to continue on.

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Hexcode . | . #4390da ........ Faceclaim . | . AI Generated ........ Creator . | . Zoie Hart

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Perez #3468

.................................................... A G E: Biologically 26. Cryo-stasis between missions means actual age is closer to 40. S E X: Male R O L E: Security F O R M E R O C C U P A T I O N: United Systems Military, Special Forces

.......................................... H I S T O R Y D E S I G N A T I O N: ADAM Project #3468. USM Purple Heart. IGC Medal of Valor. Cashine Medal of Bravery. Plissken Patch. O'Neil Ring Award. Iron Cross. Medal of Honor - 4th CL. Titanium Cross. Gordian Knot. United Systems Military selected Perez as their 'contribution' to the Genesis experiment (officially) because he is a highly decorated officer, and an efficient instrument that will perform well under pressure. He is representative of the very best of the best. (unofficially) #3468 is exhibiting signs that he is growing incapable of administering the post-mission debrief. His superiors feel this is the best way to save face with the ADAM project, and free themselves of a potential breach. S E R V I C E R E C O R D: War of Six Cities 03485-35 Confirmed Kills : 4.5 Unconfirmed Kills : 75 Saudi Campaign IGC-3541 95903 Confirmed Kills: 57 Unconfirmed Kills: 25 Battle of the Argentine Moons 402 Confirmed Kills: 20 Unconfirmed Kills: 48 Battle at Tannhauser Gate 939-0 Confirmed Kills: 9 Unconfirmed Kills: 37 Montana Insurrection 57295-22 Confirmed Kills: 30 Unconfirmed Kills: 35 Bolivian Coup 03505-41 Confirmed Kills: 8 Unconfirmed Kills: 19 Battle of Shanghai 57285-0 Confirmed Kills: 7 Unconfirmed Kills: 28 Shoulder of Orion 32584-58 Confirmed Kills: 24 Unconfirmed Kills: 31 Nibian Moon Campaign 65482-59 Confirmed Kills: 11 Unconfirmed Kills: 15 Outside of his combat service record, Perez has no official backstory. He is a blank slate of warfare, placed on ice until the next campaign. Until the next mission. He is nearly devoid of personality (so far.) He has no family, no hobbies, no vices, no formal education other than in warfare, where there is no combatant his equal, with blades, with weaponry, with his bare hands. This is not to say that humanity has never developed a warrior his equal. Certainly throughout history, there have been those who rose to embody everything that a time and society knew of war. But until the ADAM project, there has never before been a human that was bred specifically for warfare, to the exclusion of anything else. Perez and his fellow ADAM unit members were bred from birth to be instruments of warfare. It is all he knows.

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Hexcode #f7941d ........ Faceclaim Artstation, Google ........ Written By Galdaart Fel

[Ducksworth]

Chrysanthemum Turner

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Name: Chrysanthemum Turner
Goes by: Chrys
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Architectural Designer / Carpenter

Background

Chrysanthemum Turner was named with care. Her mother, Lila, chose the name deliberately. Chrys never knew exactly why. By the time she was old enough to ask, her mother was already gone, killed in a transport accident while Chrys was still young enough to struggle with the permanence of it. After that, it was just Chrys and her father, David.

He was a quiet, steady man who believed that understanding how things worked made the world easier to face. He fixed things himself whenever he could, not out of pride, but because he liked knowing that something broken could be made whole again with patience and effort. Chrys followed him everywhere, handed him tools, asked questions. He never treated her like she was fragile. He showed her how to measure carefully, how to work methodically, how to take pride in things that held together.
Those lessons stayed with her.

When Chrys was sixteen, David started getting tired. At first, it seemed unremarkable. Everyone was tired. The air was already growing thicker, the future already narrowing. David brushed off her concern and told her it was nothing worth worrying about. By the time the truth came out, the cancer had already progressed too far to stop. He told her quietly, apologetically, as if his illness were something he regretted burdening her with.

Chrys finished school while learning how to manage hospital appointments, paperwork, and meals neither of them had much appetite for. She learned how to sit in sterile rooms and listen while doctors spoke in careful, practiced tones. When her father died, there was no dramatic collapse. Just a sudden, hollow quiet that settled in and never fully left.

She chose architecture and construction because it made sense. Buildings followed rules. If something was unsound, it could be reinforced. If something failed, there was a reason. She gravitated toward work that allowed her to design with her hands as well as on paper, preferring practicality over recognition. She became known as reliable rather than inspired, thorough rather than visionary. It was through her work that she met Leah.

Leah was everything Chrys was not. Outspoken, idealistic, unafraid to be seen. She believed the world could still be changed if enough people stood up and demanded it. Chrys followed her to protests not because she loved crowds or confrontation, but because she loved Leah. They balanced each other in ways Chrys never fully articulated.

No one ever agreed on how it started. Reports conflicted. Footage was edited. Responsibility dissolved into argument and noise. Leah did not come home. After that, the world felt spent. Chrys kept working. She kept building things she knew would eventually rot beneath poisoned air and corporate indifference. When news of the anomaly first surfaced, she barely noticed. Another impossible headline in a world already collapsing under the weight of too many of them. The selection came later. Not an invitation, nor a choice. A notice delivered with clinical indifference, wrapped in Council language and legal certainty. She didn't feel excitement or fear. She felt tired.

But gradually, she came to understand what the anomaly represented. Not hope, no, but Distance. A place untouched by the systems that had taken everything from her. A place where she could build something honest. Something that did not exist to serve profit, power, or survival quotas. She does not see herself as a savior, or a pioneer. She is here because she knows how to make things stand, and because for the first time in years, she might be able to live without the world pressing constantly against her back.