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Hahaha, I'm thinking right now, she's kind of like Bender from Futurama.

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C L O V E R

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Clover laid sensually on a loveseat in her office as if she were awaiting bad news. Supposedly, the older a person is, the faster they perceive time - when years feel like days, what kind of life will she lead? Clover sunk deeper into the chair’s cushion imagining it was the molten embrace of a star. She collapsed into the plasma, her parts disintegrating as they shed off of her amorphous body. Home; like a goldfish dropped into a bowl - of fire.

As Clover contemplated her age, she had an epiphany: she’s not that old, she’s definitely not that old because the day was moving so @#$%ing slowly. All of a sudden, Clover had broken free of the gravity of her ennui. She propelled herself upwards in one slick movement and made her way to a small storage cupboard connected to her office. It’s clunking metal door slid open to reveal a walk-in closet small enough for one person.

This tiny sanctuary held tickets and trinkets from various configurations of crews she’d worked with. It was a one metre squared time capsule lit by an eclectic assortment of stringed lights and bulbs. One wall held a full length mirror plastered with photographs, another was lined with alchemy droors containing mementos and the third was fitted with a rail that hung the most incohesive collection of clothes found anywhere in the fashionable universe.

Clover loathed wearing clothes, however, were she to step out onto Dakarin exposed, she’d likely be hacked up by moon merchants and sold for parts. She put on a purple high neck sweater with four arms and a comedic quip in an alien language, a tartan pair of pants with flares and finally a carbon black gothic cloak. Clover looked in the mirror, satisfied she was suitably concealed and immediately synced with the ship’s intercoms.

“Attention crew, this is an emergency! The ship is malfunctioning - WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE. Your tiny little short lives are too precious, please evacuate immediately and meet me outside… with credits.” She cried. Her melodramatic appeal could be heard in each nook and cranny of the ship. Clover had made her way outside down the ramp. She pulled up her hood and waited for her crew mates with a devious smile.

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Does ID#A2B4C7D9E1F3G5H8 have any special meaning? Clover should probably pick up on it if there's a sequence in there.

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Clover

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N A M E
Clover

I N F O

A P P E A R A N C E
Clover stands poised at 5’11 with a slim cybernetic figure. Her scarcely clad frame is considered far outdated by contemporary standards. Although she regularly chooses not to wear clothing, her casing is not sexualised. The majority of her body is exposed machinations.

R A C E
Calveran
The Calveran are a race of aliens that live on the surface of a neutron star, Calvera. They differ from common life in that they don’t posses DNA, rather their genetics are tied to cosmic strings and magnetic monopoles bound together by intense gravity. These bindings entangle, encode and replicate information which become the seed for their nuclear form of life.

A typical Calveran experiences the universe in two dimensions due to the gravitational confines of their home world. As plasmatic beings, single unit arithmetic is incredibly advanced whereas concepts such as wave theory are elementary.

R O L E
Communications Expert
Clover is a linguistics and negotiations specialist. As the cyborg of a Calveran, she may not at first appear to be an ideal candidate for this position, however, what she lacks in humanity she compensates for with experience. Clover is three quarters of a millennium in age and her philosophy is: at this point in time, there are no unique social issues; all lifeforms will suffer identical mundane quandaries on repeat until the eventual cold death of the universe.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
A person might look at Clover then imagine she’s an emotionless, stone hearted robot to which she would say, “k i l l a l l h u m a n s” because she finds humour in that. Clover is a lover of dark comedy, she’ll lean into her deathbot persona for a laugh but in reality it couldn’t be further from the truth. Clover is articulate as to be expected from someone in her line of work. When the occasion calls for it, she’s sensitive with her words and is genuinely empathic about the feelings of others. Even though she believes she’s heard every story a thousand times, it doesn’t mean the lifeform sharing it is of any less value.

B A C K G R O U N D
The long late professors Callister and Reves spent their lives communicating with Calverans. The culmination of their research resulted in a neural link between a living Calveran and a machine host. When he announced the success, Callister told Reves he loved him and so, Clover was given her namesake, C loves R. It’s a story she tells often - whether or not she’s telling the truth, who knows.

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@The SavantYou don't need to apologise, I was joking too, haha.

No, I'm from China, I need a VPN for discord, cryy.

I'll keep up to date, don't worry!

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@The Savant

Hahaha, just wanted to make it clear she's not like, Miss Sex Bot, tryna make everyone uncomfortable - she's anatomically incorrect.

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N A M E
Clover

I N F O

A P P E A R A N C E
Clover stands poised at 5’11 with a slim cybernetic figure. Her scarcely clad frame is considered far outdated by contemporary standards. Although she regularly chooses not to wear clothing, her casing is not sexualised. The majority of her body is exposed machinations.

R A C E
Calveran
The Calveran are a race of aliens that live on the surface of a neutron star, Calvera. They differ from common life in that they don’t posses DNA, rather their genetics are tied to cosmic strings and magnetic monopoles bound together by intense gravity. These bindings entangle, encode and replicate information which become the seed for their nuclear form of life.

A typical Calveran experiences the universe in two dimensions due to the gravitational confines of their home world. As plasmatic beings, single unit arithmetic is incredibly advanced whereas concepts such as wave theory are elementary.

R O L E
Communications Expert
Clover is a linguistics and negotiations specialist. As the cyborg of a Calveran, she may not at first appear to be an ideal candidate for this position, however, what she lacks in humanity she compensates for with experience. Clover is three quarters of a millennium in age and her philosophy is: at this point in time, there are no unique social issues; all lifeforms will suffer identical mundane quandaries on repeat until the eventual cold death of the universe.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
A person might look at Clover then imagine she’s an emotionless, stone hearted robot and she would say, “k i l l a l l h u m a n s” because she finds humour in that. Clover is a lover of dark comedy, she’ll lean into her deathbot persona for a laugh but in reality it couldn’t be further from the truth. Clover is articulate as to be expected from someone in her line of work. When the occasion calls for it, she’s sensitive with her words and is genuinely empathic about the feelings of others. Even though she believes she’s heard every story a thousand times, it doesn’t mean the lifeform sharing it is of any less value.

B A C K G R O U N D
The long late professors Callister and Reves spent their lives communicating with Calverans. The culmination of their research resulted in a neural link between a living Calveran and a machine host. When he announced the success, Callister told Reves he loved him and so, Clover was given her namesake, C loves R. It’s a story she tells often - whether or not she’s telling the truth, who knows.

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Hey, hey, here's a paper about the science behind her race.

Pokémon: The Laventon Institute

UFO TOFU

"The light picked him up like... like he was just an action figure or something."

Full Name:
Tofu / ‘Cedar’

Age:
24

Year at the Institute:
First

Favorite Color:
Orange

Thesis Subject:
The Existence of Extra-Terrestrial Pokemon
Communication Methods of Mouthless Pokemon

Appearance:
• Tofu has a large backpack that contains audio and visual recording equipment as well as radio transmitters and receivers.

Personality:
"I'm your host, UFO Tofu - annnd today-ay we're discussing Staryu transmissions and their potential eXtRa-PlAnEtArY receivers..."

Tofu secretly hosts a podcast in his spare time under the name, 'UFO Tofu'. He's gained a modest following that he's proud of and likes to think his personality has grown alongside the show. Tofu covers topics that aren't mainstream therefore he'll never garner an audience on par with Professor Oak but Tofu is content with that, in fact, being an underground radio pirate makes him feel pretty cool.

UFO Tofu is a sizable chunk of his identity yet it's something he doesn't disclose to his classmates. It's likely he believes if they knew, it would discredit him as a scientist. Any friend might listen and hear what an enthusiastic researcher he is or how excellently his audio essays are argued - but what if his peers just thought he was crazy? It's best to keep it quiet.

Tofu speaks like a satirical depiction of a typical radio presenter, bouncy words that are potentially obnoxious in certain scenarios. He hasn't learned how to lower the volume on his charisma yet, could he be sending the wrong signals? Authenticity is a lesson he hasn't aced.

Bio:

10 Years Ago - Viridian City Police Department

The validity of the following statement is questionable.

The witness was questioned in the presence of a guardian.

"We were playing on the mountain but it got so - it got all... it got foggy so quick - I couldn't see where he was, I could only hear him. I was shouting, 'I can't see, I can't see anything!' And he was like, 'get over here, come quick!' - but, y'know, it kinda sounded like he was - all around me. I didn't know which way to go. So... then a green light lit up the mountain and I saw him. The light picked him up like... like he was just an action figure or something."

Tofu grew up in Viridian City as the notorious 'UFO Kid'. The trajectory of his life was decided forever after an incident that made national news resulted in the disappearance of his childhood friend. Tofu wholeheartedly believes what he saw that night was his friend levitated by an otherworldly tractor beam and abducted in an alien spacecraft.

Tofu's alien obsession has become a covert mission now that he has a reputation as a scientist to uphold. He's savvy enough within the academic circle to realise that the title of 'UFO Guy' will only detract from his credibility. One day, he'll prove the truth - that his friend really was abducted by aliens... all those years ago...

"get over here! come quick!"

Tofu went to university in Unova where he majored in the study of Pokemon and specialized in Pokemon Linguistics.

Pokemon

Pokémon:

Porygon

Porygon was Tofu's first pokemon. It lives inside his laptop, rather than a pokeball.

Staryu

It's said that Staryu are connected to celestial bodies in space. Tofu has studied their nighttime transmissions extensively although he's unable to decode their language. This specific specimen took a liking to him.

Elgyem

Tofu is particularly fascinated by the Elgyem family of pokemon. He's certain they hold the key to his research.

Lunatone

Tofu participated in a student exchange program with a university in Sinnoh and caught Lunatone during his year there.

Quirks:
• Tofu goes by the pseudonym, ‘Cedar’ at the Laventon Institute.

• His fake thesis exists to disguise his true research at the Laventon Institute.

POKeMON: A Mystery - Always Open

@Teyao Yeah of course, no one will ever be kicked, haha.