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Ember Grove - Reboot

Alexander

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Alexander Drake
Age: 2732
Date of Birth: 712 BC
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Orignally, Modern Day Macedonia

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6 Feet
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

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"With humans? Why not? I’m sure they all do the same with the swine, fish, and bovine. Oh and let’s not leave out the spongey white cubes the odd ones eat… Only children play with their food."

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Questionably Hetero. Exclusively vampires
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: None of note
Siblings' Status: Argaeus (deceased brother) and Amyntas (deceased sister).
Parents' Status: Peridiccas (Father) and Philippa (Mother) (living)
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 1
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 1

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ His pureblood status. He is very proud of it
✡ New things
✡ Being in the company of other vampires

Dislikes:
✡ Humans, but especially hunters
✡ Peace talks with other factions
✡ Failure from those within his ranks

Hobbies:
✡ Taking walks within his community
✡ Reading
✡ Picking up a new trade or skill. Alexander is currently learning to play billiards
✡ Listening to live orchestra
✡ Playing instruments
✡ Hunting hunters…

Skills:
✡ Close quarters combat
✡ Manipulation
✡ Patience
✡ Leadership. Harsh Leadership

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Alexander is cutthroat, cold, and devious, but the man upholds a certain level of class. He is anything but friendly, though he can feign kindness to catch one off guard so he can swiftly punch a hole through their chest and leave them for dead. He seeks to enjoy the finer things in life, but also the newer things. Living so long gives breath to a yearning for the new and modern. It is not out of the norm for Alexander to pluck a newly changed vampire from his thralls just to get the chance to learn something.

If Alexander is smiling at you, it's probably not a good sign, especially if you're not a vampire. And while we're on this topic yes, Alexander is somewhat disgusted by humans. He even prefers not to drink blood straight from the source. Alexander feels humans are beneath him and that his kind's dependence on them is what holds them back. Alexander enjoys the company of his kind in times of leisure, but would rather work alone. Even alliances are a bit distasteful to him, and that includes with other clans. Despite his aversions, Alexander is willing to do whatever it takes to rid his life of humans, starting with those who murdered his siblings.

》H i s t o r y
Alexander was born during the winter of 712 BC in the northern Macedonia region that was previously known as Paeonia as the second child among three. His brother Argaeus and his sister Amyntas not only grew up alongside Alexander, but the three also ruled the nation for over half a century, taking turns playing the role of king with their mother, father, and a few others who were lucky enough to be a member of their family. With eyes on exploration and furthering their learning of the world, the family set out into the world, watching and engaging with mankind for a few hundred years. Though they had lost their regal titles, the family lived as kings no matter what name their family went by. The Clan of the Sanguine Moon thrived with few obstacles, at least until the first wave of true monster hunters presented themselves to their group.

Fear of death was born in the hearts of the clan, and though these humans stood almost no chance, their persistence led to the deaths of several thralls. Relocating only delayed the hunters a few years and these humans only got better at picking off their clan members. Time soon became the greatest weapon of the hunters. Technology advanced and experience built upon itself. Creating a bloodbath out of these hunters would have been easy, but the attention it would bring would go against their way of living. It would only create more people willing to kill members of the clan.

They decided to split their clan. Alexander’s parents took half of the clan northeast corner of Europe while the three siblings took the other half across the Atlantic to the New World. Things were looking up for the clan, but the siblings made the decision to maintain a low profile. With other clans popping up across America, the Sanguine Moon found it easy to limit their visibility by living amongst humans in Mills, South Carolina, a small community south of Ember Grove. Argaeus, now going by Argo Drake and Amyntas, now going by Amy Drake grew wary of the advancement of humans at the dawn of the 20th century and grew fearful of the day when the humans would have the means to get rid of their kind. Alexander felt differently. He believed the vampire kind could wipe humans off the planet if they didn’t have to depend on them. He held different beliefs and had often engaged in the abduction of witches and lone werewolves for his private studies. His pride kept his head held high, even as the 21st century poked its head and presented their clan with a hunter organization known as Operation Humanity.

At first, the Sanguine Moon engaged in a war within the shadows of society with the hunters. They two groups maintained a stalemate for years until Operation Humanity offered to engage in peace talks in order to come to some kind of agreement. Alexander opposed, but his siblings outvoted him. Argo and Amy decided to leave their brother behind, only to be led into an ambush organized by Operation Humanity.

Alexander retaliated by holding zero restraint and taking the entire town of Mills in a night. The clan then attacked every single outpost that had been set up around the town. With the thralls created from operation humanity’s agents, Alexander set up the secured community that Mills is today. Off the grid and fortified.

With Alexander as the sole leader of the United States branch of the Sanguine Moon, he seeks nothing but vengeance on those who killed his siblings and he is just ecstatic to know that they set up shop just a drive away.

“Hunters? We did it first and trust me, we do it better.”

》C l a n
Head of Sanguine Moon located what was previously known as Mills, South Carolina. It is now known to the residents as New Paeonia.

》P u r e b l o o d?
Pureblood

Ember Grove - Reboot

Workaholic

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Sean Stone
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 3 October 1993
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Tampa, Florida

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair, slightly tanned
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: Associates include Operation Humanity members and one stubborn witch in hiding by the name of Amna Ismat
Siblings' Status: Only Child
Parents' Status: Alive
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 4

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
Three minimum.
✡ Saving lives
✡ A challenge whether it's healthy or not
✡ Steak…
✡ Studying everything Hunter
✡ Having a mission
✡ A good joke here and there
Dislikes:
Three minimum.
✡ Negative Actions of the supernatural
✡ Failing to save a life
✡ Not being prepared
✡ Wasting Time
✡ Bickering
Hobbies:
Three minimum.
✡ Eating Steak
✡ Planning his next move
✡ Shooting at the range
✡ People watching
✡ Exercise
Skills:
Three minimum.
✡ Highly observant of his surroundings (for his own wellbeing)
✡ Keeping Secrets/Telling a Lie
✡ Being a distraction

》P e r s o n a l i t y
Sean is a bit of a mystery to most who know him. Old friends, work colleagues, and even family. One thing most could agree on was that he was highly driven. When Sean set his attention on a task, he stuck to it like an obsession. Saying he's a workaholic would be accurate.

Sean often finds it hard to relate to others in his life that have experienced hardships. He can see the difference between the eyes of himself and of those who have lost so much to the supernatural. Unlike some of his peers, Sean doesn't hold some vendetta or is out for revenge. He hunts the supernatural to protect those that are unable to defend themselves. His reasoning allows him to keep a level head in a fight with any foe, but his weakness is that he finds it hard to believe all supernatural are evil, especially recently. Seeing supernatural creatures showcasing a moment of humanity cause him to hesitate in acting against them, at least lethally. At the same time, he doesn't negotiate with any supernatural that chooses to live what they might deem their "natural" way of living which in turn, threatens the lives of humans. After getting a kill, one might notice a sliver of remorse in his body language. His job is his duty. He doesn't always enjoy having to go so far, but he knows he must for the creatures of the night are relentless.

Sean is not a fan of two things, bickering and wasting time on trivial matters. He would much rather give up on an argument than continue on and is straightforward with most things. He's not the most open about all his methods but is willing to share enough in order for his team to succeed. He tells people what he thinks they need to know, but only that.

When he's not engaged in fight off supernatural, Sean is cool and casual. He might jest a bit, but it's usually in form of a sidebar comment.

》H i s t o r y
Sean was born to a normal family with a fairly normal upbringing. He was just an only child who had the dream of becoming a police officer and was set on the path after he and his mother were rescued after a car accident that left their vehicle turned over after going off the road. It actually hadn't been an officer, but just a man who had witnessed the accident. With both of them safely removed from the vehicle during their time in need, Sean learned two things. He wanted to be like that man and help others, and much later he realized, you didn't need a badge to do just that.

At the age of 17, he enlisted in the United States Army for two years active duty as a military policeman. His main motivator for serving was to two fast track himself into the police academy. When he was nineteen and a summer away from going for the police academy, he found himself in a situation that he would never forget. His friend Keith had been a guy he had always gotten along with since the two met at a shooting range as teenagers. Their fathers were familiar with each other, but the young teens became the best of friends, bonding in their enjoyment of firearms. Keith didn't join the service and at one point was a bit distant, but the two had taken an evening to hit up a beach party in Clearwater. It was a good time until the later hours. There were about a dozen people drunkenly laughing and vibing when a snarling stage D vampire walked up onto the scene. One man was immediately grabbed a bitten when he approached the creature thinking it was some junkie. Keith was the only one who knew any better. Sean attempted to draw on the creature, but only got one shot to land, a shot that was easily ignored as it approached. While confused as to how something so frail looking could shrug off a 9mm at point-blank without so much as a flinch, Keith moved in front and fired two shots to the creature's chest and dropped it. Same caliber, practically the same pistol. The two then fled the scene while Keith made some odd phone calls. Keith had attempted to talk Sean down during the ride back to Tampa, but he had seen too much and wasn't going to let it go. Keith took him to his place and eventually explained.

Keith was in the family business of killing vampires. They were a small group that was located in the Tampa Bay area. Keith's family had been working in the area for several years. Keith was reluctant, but Sean was persistent. The more he learned about vampires, the more he wanted to go out and stop them. To him, they were the true criminals that never got caught. An enemy to humanity. Sean traded police academy in for some training and hunting with Keith. The two made a great team, but Sean felt they should be doing more. Playing more offensively. He went on hunts Keith wasn't comfortable with, he investigated vampire clans for hours on hours. Sean solving cases and killing vampires for sure, but he was also struggling with money. Keith's family was fine with helping Sean a bit, but it was barely enough. He had heard of Operation Humanity from Keith once but was told he was better off just quitting than going to them. He almost thought of quitting and getting an actual job, maybe even the police force.

In his time of considering, he came and Operation Humanity had wound up hunting the same suspected vampire in Georgia. Sean had a hunch that he was hunting a stage D vampire, due to the state of its victims. When Sean went head to head with what was a lycan and his soon to be victims, he found himself ill-prepared. Not only did the beast incapacitate him with a swift backhand into a tree, but it attacked the victims who cried out in response. Sean passed out before he snapped back awake to the sound of automatic gunfire. He found the lycan riddled with silver bullets. Sean would have died that night if Operation Humanity hadn't been there. He was devastated by the loss of life that occurred that night due to not being prepared. That was the same night they recruited him and opened his eyes to knowledge of lycans and witches as well. He joined a team dedicated to eradicating a savage werewolf pack in Georgia and learned to hunt the new deadly foe. If only his first encounter with a witch would have been the one to be straightforward.

Sean had gotten information of a witch coven operating within Atlanta, and though it wasn't in his usual scope of operations, the man moved to raid the coven. To his surprise, what he found was not three ghoulish pale-skinned women huddled around a sacrificial child, but a family birthday party. He was sure they knew what kind of man he was, but he fled the scene before they could have a chance to act. That was the first night he questioned hunting. Operation Humanity had not yet tasked him to kill any witches, but what if they eventually did? He'd have to kill creatures that looked like people? It troubled him, but he knew the day would come where he would have to kill one of them.

Sean is now stationed at the Operation Humanity base outside of Ember Grove. He is often found sleeping there beneath his desk.

》G r o u p
Operation Humanity

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
Rifles, pistols, proton dual blades, grenades, and a trusty baseball bat.

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
Three minimum, five maximum.
✡ The use of all manner of firearms. Always open to get his hands on a new toy.
✡ Can use his surroundings and be innovative in combat
✡ Proficient in the use of two short swords, but not preferred
✡ Does not fight fair. Will use any advantage or tools available to win.
✡ Uses a black baseball bat that has been enchanted with an intermediate level protection spell that activates when it strikes the target of protection twice. It only works on one target at a time and its range is only as large as a single room.

》E x p e r i m e n t
Sean opted out of experimentation.
》W e a k n e s s e s
Three minimum.
✡ Becomes very paranoid when he feels like he's not in control of a situation
✡ Sean is often poorly rested due to how much he pushes himself to work excessively long hours.
✡ Can hesitate when killing a creature if they show a great deal of humanity.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

@JessieTargaryen

My second CS is ready.

Avalia

Time: 4 p.m.
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall Entrance
Interaction with: @Alivefalling Aklenroth, @Tae Azriel, @Eviledd1984 O’ner, @Potter Belladonna

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Umber nearly shuddered in the skin of his facade for a body as a young female elf’s emotions spiked after passing him at his post. His expression that had a welcoming smile plastered on it went blank. He stared at her blankly as her emotions took hold of her. He almost felt foolish for focusing on her companions that generally matched the descriptions of the brunette and blond he sought after. He not only felt every bit of her frustration and anxiety, but she unwittingly let him peer into her world. Her home.

IWhat is this? A human... A malicious grin formed on Umber’s face before he cupped one of his hands over his mouth. He couldn’t show his excitement in this form or he might scare the guests. He focused on his allies, letting his voice reach their mind.

“Lord Aklenroth, Azriel, O’ner... I have found a human girl with a heavy heavy heart... Black feathered mask, plum-colored dress, heels, platinum blonde hair, and a gold necklace. She entered with three light elves, and what I assume is a winter fairy carrying a bird. I shall stay at my post and identify others as they arrive…”

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Victor Williams

Victor Williams/Midas

| {Full Name} |

Victor Williams

| {Age} |

24

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Appearance} |

Victor Williams is a hazel eyed young man with dark brown hair. He stands just below 6 feet and weighs approximately 170lbs. His fair skin doesn’t have a spot of ink on it and he keeps a clean and somewhat professional appearance. Victor believes every day holds chances to make impressions, and that your first is the most important. To Victor, your wear and appearance is the first impression before you have the chance to open your mouth most of the time. Victor is usually wearing some form smile on his face and is very animated when conversing with others.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Victor owns Victory Pawn, a pawn shop located in Central City’s Siltwood district and also owns a fifteen passenger van from his old transportation service, and a black Ford Mustang.

LARA

LARA is Victor's 1 ft tall robot assistant at his work desk, but not much more than that as she is only capable of walking, grabbing, lifting a maximum of 10 lbs. LARA responds to commands for basic tasks and has limited responses to certain cues and commands.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Nothing noteworthy.

| {Superpowers} |

Intuitive Aptitude. Victor can instantly learn and understand the workings and mechanics of anything, regardless of how simple or complex. He can comprehend the complexity and exactness of events, organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. with less need of long-term or special education, or explanation than someone would normally need. Though this ability may seem passive, Victor can only truly use this ability when he actually gives attention towards an object or subject of interest as well as a little bit of background knowledge.

Mechanical Intuition. It's with this ability that Victor is able to build mechanical blueprints and creations with nothing but his imagination and what most might deem junk, scraps, or unrelated parts. This ability seems to be an offshoot and product of his primary ability and his natural ability to improvise.

| {Limitations} |

Even if Victor clearly understands a problem and a solution, he may not have the time or resources to implement the appropriate action. He sometimes doubts his creations as they don’t always come out the way he imagined aesthetically. Also, Victor’s powers are based on his instincts and are more of a reflex, which makes it difficult for him to explain why things work. Victor's understanding of physical feats and superpowers does not provide him with the ability to mimic feats and powers as he is limited by his own fitness, biology and lack of additional powers.

When it comes to reading people and even objects, Victor can be deceived. For example, someone who is highly deceptive will be easier to read than an average person, but he can still be duped or get the runaround. When it comes to objects, Victor may get conflicted if he believes an object doesn't look the way it should operate. For example, a benign object with magic properties that allow it to explode.

Victor cannot understand the goings on of magical subjects due to the chaotic and unreal nature of magic.

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| {Personality} |

This man’s name probably only applied to his high spirits and optimism for the majority of his life. Victor was a loser in most aspects in life, but only because he was just on the verge of winning. Victor is a fast talking extrovert with a lot energy and seems to always have stupid grin on his face. He attempts to make friends with anyone willing and not willing to listen to him go on and on about whatever happens to be on his mind.

Victor enjoys helping and working with others in need, but can sometimes be a bit overbearing or heavy-handed in his approach without even realizing it. He’s also a bit too overconfident for his own good at the time… maybe all the time. Some may find him to be obnoxious or hard to follow, so it’s good for there to be someone who can set him back on track or slow him down. He can sometimes be a bit too trusting of people’s stated intentions and always tries to see the best a person has to offer.

As bright and smiley Victor is, his moral compass isn’t so straight and narrow. As long as something appears to be harmless or just deserved, it’s fine to do.

| {Place of Origin} |

Central City.

| {Background} |

Nathaniel Williams. The man was an avid gambler that did not know when to exactly quit. He’d win some and lose more. It was a surprise he kept himself afloat, but anyone who knew him knew he always had a scheme that could help dig him out of any hole. He was unreliable, a conman, a fabricator, a scam artist, and he was also Victor’s father. Victor’s mother tried her damndest to keep Nathaniel from seeing his son after they had parted ways due to his insane lifestyle, but Nathaniel came around every now and again with gifts for Victor. He always told his son he had made it big and would become a millionaire with a lavish mansion in no time. As a naive child, Victor admired his father. The man always had adventurous tales and seemed to be doing well whenever he did show up to visit him. Despite Victor’s mother telling him otherwise, Victor held onto the hope that the state he saw his father in was the constant.

In time, Victor adopted a similar persona to his somewhat deadbeat father, with dreams of making it big, whatever that really meant. Victor saw his father less as he got older, but he held on to the hope that his father would show up and take him away when he turned eighteen, unfortunately, the man never showed. His mother figured Nathaniel showed up just enough that she wouldn’t think about setting up child support payments and it was why he showered Victor in gifts whenever he showed, but she kept her thoughts from Victor who admired the man he thought he knew. Despite Victor hoping to spend the rest of his life “working” with his father, he had more than a few ways to make his own cash. By the age of nineteen, Victor had established a single-vehicle transportation service, pawning disposed of and sometimes lost items, as well as various manual labor jobs. He kept at this for a few years until he found out his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Treatment was expensive, and so Victor turned to the only method he knew of that made little cash turn to plenty. Gambling. He hit casinos as often as he could. He won some, but sadly he lost more. He was Nathaniel’s child through and through. Lost money led him to loaned money and loaned money led to him being in hard debt. He kept his head up, even when threatened with eviction. Victor would tell you his lowest moment was during the night the particle accelerator went off. He had been looking to make some extra cash due to the influx of people attending the activation of the ground-breaking event by using his transportation service, but a temporary lockdown of the immediate area screwed up thing for his cash flow.

After three weeks Victor had begun getting intense migraines. He took painkillers, which helped, but the migraines never ceased. Going to the hospital might have been a wise decision, but he couldn’t afford to take time out of hustling for cash. His mothers’ treatment depended on it after all.

One day, about a month after the disastrous night of the particle accelerator incident, Victor had scrounged up enough cash to have the confidence to jump into a high stakes poker game. He won, but it was odd. Victor had always gone with his gut, but it was never this right. Like the worst gambler ever, he tried his luck the following night at the casino and ran home with four times what he put in. Bluffs were easy to identify, and he just “knew” what to do to win. After a few days, he got odd looks from the staff and hit the Black Jack tables which only made things worst as he was beating the hell out of the house. In one week, he had amassed thousands of dollars which were more than enough to pay off his debt and sufficiently make payments toward his mother’s treatments. He decided to engage in some underground gambling. High stakes like the initial game he had dominated. It was shady, but his victories elicited others to step to the plate. During this time Victor noticed he could dissect people. Not physically, but he had a good impression of what they were all about. Life was great. Enough so that he bought out a local pawn shop, renaming it Victory Pawn. He knew where to find goods from already, but he didn’t expect that he knew how to actually repair and repurpose some of the things he found in the scrapyard. It was odd, but the feeling reminded him of when he would play poker. He just “knew” how things worked, how to make them work, and even how to make them work differently. Months passed and his little pawnshop was booming with unique merchandise.

For the next few months, he viewed his capabilities as luck finally turning his way. Winning had finally turned around and embraced him with success. His imagination became a treasure trove for ideas, and those ideas became prospects. He had a hunch he might be a metahuman, but didn’t care to ask too many questions and kept that thought to himself. To just look and automatically know was incredible. There were some ideas he kept for himself such as his Lovely Automated Robotic Assistance or Lara for short, a miniature robot that helped with minor tasks such as grabbing things out of reach and breaking his attention to more important matters with an occasional beep. After a break-in at Victory Pawn, Victor put his ability to the test by building new surveillance cameras after watching a few YouTube videos on security systems. From then on he realized he was not limited to being just a self-made entrepreneur. Victor was also the creative mind and the assembly. With new metahuman threats on the rise, Victor figures new technology might be needed to aid authorities and gutsy heroes. It would be a great opportunity to help his community… oh and also make some more cash if possible. Victor doesn’t plan on suiting up and fighting crime, but he’s willing to give an awesome enthusiastic assist.

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @13org Myra and @Potter Artemis, @Eviledd1984 O’ner.

Darius, Myra, Artemis, and Airdan seated themselves at a table far from the entrance. Airdan had been instructed by Aklenroth himself not to seat Darius too close to the entrance as his appearance was too exotic to be the first thing one would see. Demons were rare in greater Avalia and held a hefty stigma. Embodiments of chaos and violence are what most deemed the species as. Even then, their kind though not favored were permitted to travel to where they pleased.

Darius had played the role of a demon before to ignorant orcs while passing through Orc Landing and knew a lot more about the species since then. He should have been brimming with confidence, but concern gently scratched in the back of his mind. Maybe he needed a drink… A drink! When’s the last time I had a drink? Avalian is coke wasn’t too bad… so the alcohol should be decent too. Airdan suddenly spoke as he rose from his seat. His eyes met Darius. He spoke softly as guests were already starting to fill the room with demihumans possessing acute senses amongst them.

“I apologize for this, but I must seat elsewhere… to cover more ground in our search. You shall fair well with General Faister.” As if on cue, O’ner approached the table, taking his seat beside Artemis. Darius looked upon the general with confusion due to his appearance. Darius had seen O’ner within Aklenroth’s castle a few times here and there, so he knew the tall lurking skeletal undead never looked like the handsome well-dressed man that now sat at their table. Kol told me that the undead general could change his appearance at will. Looks like everyone is sort of undercover, even with the masks on. Darius gave a serious nod to Airdan, even though he would have preferred the light elf stayed. Artemis seemed sour around the elf, but he was one the nicer Avalians he’s met. “He will ensure you and your company are content for the time being. I bid you farewell, Darius.” Airdan's true reason for leaving had more to do with his self image. He was a Light Elf Commanding Officer. He couldn't be seen seated with ghastly demons and filthy demihumans.

“See you around!” Darius said before looking at O’ner again and then to Myra. O’ner sat directly across the large round table from her. To her right sat Darius, and to his right, Artemis, and then there was O’ner. The group took up just half of their table, giving them all a clear view of the rest of the ballroom from their corner. “I think you should be okay if he’s over there right?” Darius was not sure how Myra did it, but she could tell when an undead was in disguise. He needed her to be calm during this whole event and as long as he stays close, it shouldn’t be a problem………

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Marcus Carter

Marcus Carter/Crossfire

| {Full Name} |

Marcus Carter

| {Age} |

26

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Appearance} |

Marcus maintains an athletic build and stands a few inches over 6 feet. He has light brown eyes, black hair, and keeps it cut short. He tries to remain clean-shaven, but he has his days where you can see a bit of stubble. On duty, Marcus wears his Keystone City Police Department uniform, while off duty, Marcus dresses as casual as possible when he can. He dresses for comfort if he’s just running an errand, but will up the ante for a date or a gathering that requires better attire than a t-shirt and sweats.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

In The Works

Marcus owns two 9mm pistols, a .45 caliber pistol, and an AR-15 rifle, handcuffs, a Brooklyn Crusher bat, a white Dodge Charger.
| {Physical Abilities} |

Adept in the use of conventional small arms use and tactics. He knows a few grapples and can box enough to outmatch an unskilled opponent easily. What aids Marcus is his athleticism. He keeps himself in shape with long-distance runs, weight lifting, and bodyweight exercises.

| {Superpowers} |

Replication and Teleportation. Marcus can instantly teleport to known and viewed locations with a light visible dust effect to go with it. Marcus also can create three additional clones of himself that share his ability to teleport, but cannot replicate themselves. The replicated versions of Marcus cannot accomplish any tasks or feats that Marcus cannot do. They are him. His will, his goals, memories, and capabilities. Marcus can recall the clones, causing them to warp away as if using teleportation.

| {Limitations} |

Can only teleport to locations known or viewed by himself or his clones. Though his clones can teleport, they cannot create additional clones. If a clone were to die, it would vanish in the same manner that Marcus makes them appear. Marcus would also be unable to restore/replace that clone until 24 hours have elapsed since the death of that clone.

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| {Personality} |

Marcus is a guy with a heavy heart at the moment. After losing one of his best friends in the line of duty, he grieved pretty hard. The pain of loss twisted into a want for vengeance. He tries to keep those feelings buried when he’s around coworkers, friends, and even Charlotte who might be the closest person to him. Especially Charlotte. Marcus is sure Charlotte, James’ twin sister was hit much harder by his passing and puts on a strong demeanor to support her. Meanwhile, he leaves his darker thoughts for himself. On the surface, Marcus is a loveable guy who would go above and beyond to help others in their struggles. He laughs along with everyone else and he loves life.

In actuality, Marcus is deeply troubled by James’ death, but it’s also what drives him. His determination could almost be described as an obsession. He wants vengeance on a street gang operating in Kansas City known as the Trappers and will go above and beyond to eliminate their presence within that city. Despite his deep hate for the gang, he isn’t some cold-blooded killer. He would gladly see them all behind bars, but the law works too slow for what he wants.

He admires the heroics of others and sometimes thinks of the day where he could do more with his powers, but for now, he is focused on those who murdered his friend.

| {Place of Origin} |

Marcus was born and raised in Kansas City but moved to Keystone City approximately 6 months ago.

| {Background} |

Marcus was born and raised as a single child living with only his mother in Kansas City, Missouri. Though his father wasn't in his life, his mother took care to raise him to be a better man than his predecessor. And though she was successful, she couldn't be perfect. Marcus kept his head in the books and participated in a few sports, but he also hung around questionable crowds. He never really involved himself in petty crimes growing up, but he was privy to them.

Growing up, Marcus had always loved his city despite most people gravitating to both Central City and Keystone City. Perhaps it was just a matter of pride, but he was familiar with everything there. The people, the culture, and some of the other little things that made it Kansas City.

During his junior year of high school, Marcus met James during a pickup football game in Keystone City. The two formed a rivalry that blossomed into a friendship. After some time James was able to convince Marcus to become a police officer, but only if they went with the Kansas City Police Department. After graduating from the police academy the two remained in contact for years. They would spend on the force before James was slain. A Kansas City street gang known as the Trappers ambushed James after he was called to the scene of an altercation involving members Trappers at a convenience store. Marcus arrived shortly after a call for back up, but all he found was his long time friend bleeding out from several gunshot wounds. No one came forward as a witness, but Marcus was sure this was all a setup. He kept that thought from James' twin sister, Charlotte, whom he comforted in her grief. During this time Marcus dealt with his demons on his own, briefly slipping into alcoholism while on administrative leave.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were actually together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other. Little did he know, that wouldn't be the most awkward thing to come out of that night.

After about two weeks during one of Marcus' lower moments with the bottle, he drank until himself to sleep in both grief and regret. Grief for James and regret for allowing himself for getting too drunk while with Charlotte. The next morning, he not only woke with a splitting headache, but... to himself. A copy of himself, but they appeared just as surprised, exactly as surprised. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the copy of himself disappeared, not appearing until the following morning. His conversations with it were less like talking to an alternate version of himself and more like he was monologuing between two bodies. The copy lacked any deviation from himself, and did what he willed, even vanishing where it stood.

Marcus requested an extension on his leave to further figure out what was going on with himself which was granted as well as a transfer to Keystone Police Precinct performing desk duty for the time being, to get away from Kansas City. It was no longer the city he loved, the place just disgusted him now. Marcus used his time to figure out how this copy worked by
having it go out without him while he conducted research on current events related to the phenomenon he was experiencing. And though he hadn't found out about his particular situation, there were a few weird things happening within the local area, but a lot of it seemed like just random and minuscule abnormalities at the time.

As crazy as being able to summon a clone of yourself was, it kept him from spiraling to a low point for a while. Also, suddenly learning he could teleport across the living room really kept him occupied with his "research." Marcus returned from leave approximately a month after the particle acceleratir incident with a little bit of a better outlook on things, especially when he could split the time by having one of him stay home and do whatever he wanted. This went well for about a month, but idle time was the devil's playground and Marcus despite his demeanor was still grieving inside. Rather than focusing on what he could do now, he focused on what could have been done if he had his abilities. He could have identified James' killers, hell he could have saved him. Marcus' thoughts became dangerous as he felt he could properly avenge James by his own means. There were times where the him at home would drink himself into a stupor or until he passed out on the sofa. His feeling of hopelessness slowly died as he hungered to take action, and not as an officer of the law.

In the next 4 months, Marcus had focused much of his time between three things. Knowing the activities of the Kansas City Trappers, his abilities, and work. Oh and sometimes Charlotte called to hangout every now and then. He thought of telling her, but he didn't want to worry her about his plans to hit the Trappers. He was nearly complete with constructing the outfit he planned to venture out into the Kansas City streets with. He felt he was as ready as he needed to be. Four guns with capable men that could fire them and lets not even mention the ability to teleport. It was time to make a change. New year, new me, right?

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

My CS is ready now.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Ready.

Marcus Carter

Marcus Carter/Crossfire

| {Full Name} |

Marcus Carter

| {Age} |

26

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Appearance} |

Marcus maintains an athletic build and stands a few inches over 6 feet. He has light brown eyes, black hair, and keeps it cut short. He tries to remain clean-shaven, but he has his days where you can see a bit of stubble. On duty, Marcus wears his Keystone City Police Department uniform, while off duty, Marcus dresses as casual as possible when he can. He dresses for comfort if he’s just running an errand, but will up the ante for a date or a gathering that requires better attire than a t-shirt and sweats.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

In The Works

Marcus owns two 9mm pistols, a .45 caliber pistol, and an AR-15 rifle, handcuffs, a Brooklyn Crusher bat, a white Dodge Charger.
| {Physical Abilities} |

Adept in the use of conventional small arms use and tactics. He knows a few grapples and can box enough to outmatch an unskilled opponent easily. What aids Marcus is his athleticism. He keeps himself in shape with long-distance runs, weight lifting, and bodyweight exercises.

| {Superpowers} |

Replication and Teleportation. Marcus can instantly teleport to known and viewed locations with a light visible dust effect to go with it. Marcus also can create three additional clones of himself that share his ability to teleport, but cannot replicate themselves. The replicated versions of Marcus cannot accomplish any tasks or feats that Marcus cannot do. They are him. His will, his goals, memories, and capabilities. Marcus can recall the clones, causing them to warp away as if using teleportation.

| {Limitations} |

Can only teleport to locations known or viewed by himself or his clones. Though his clones can teleport, they cannot create additional clones. If a clone were to die, it would vanish in the same manner that Marcus makes them appear. Marcus would also be unable to restore/replace that clone until 24 hours have elapsed since the death of that clone.

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| {Personality} |

Marcus is a guy with a heavy heart at the moment. After losing one of his best friends in the line of duty, he grieved pretty hard. The pain of loss twisted into a want for vengeance. He tries to keep those feelings buried when he’s around coworkers, friends, and even Charlotte who might be the closest person to him. Especially Charlotte. Marcus is sure Charlotte, James’ twin sister was hit much harder by his passing and puts on a strong demeanor to support her. Meanwhile, he leaves his darker thoughts for himself. On the surface, Marcus is a loveable guy who would go above and beyond to help others in their struggles. He laughs along with everyone else and he loves life.

In actuality, Marcus is deeply troubled by James’ death, but it’s also what drives him. His determination could almost be described as an obsession. He wants vengeance on a street gang operating in Kansas City known as the Trappers and will go above and beyond to eliminate their presence within that city. Despite his deep hate for the gang, he isn’t some cold-blooded killer. He would gladly see them all behind bars, but the law works too slow for what he wants.

He admires the heroics of others and sometimes thinks of the day where he could do more with his powers, but for now, he is focused on those who murdered his friend.

| {Place of Origin} |

Marcus was born and raised in Kansas City but moved to Keystone City approximately 6 months ago.

| {Background} |

Marcus was born and raised as a single child living with only his mother in Kansas City, Missouri. Though his father wasn't in his life, his mother took care to raise him to be a better man than his predecessor. And though she was successful, she couldn't be perfect. Marcus kept his head in the books and participated in a few sports, but he also hung around questionable crowds. He never really involved himself in petty crimes growing up, but he was privy to them.

Growing up, Marcus had always loved his city despite most people gravitating to both Central City and Keystone City. Perhaps it was just a matter of pride, but he was familiar with everything there. The people, the culture, and some of the other little things that made it Kansas City.

During his junior year of high school, Marcus met James during a pickup football game in Keystone City. The two formed a rivalry that blossomed into a friendship. After some time James was able to convince Marcus to become a police officer, but only if they went with the Kansas City Police Department. After graduating from the police academy the two remained in contact for years. They would spend on the force before James was slain. A Kansas City street gang known as the Trappers ambushed James after he was called to the scene of an altercation involving members Trappers at a convenience store. Marcus arrived shortly after a call for back up, but all he found was his long time friend bleeding out from several gunshot wounds. No one came forward as a witness, but Marcus was sure this was all a setup. He kept that thought from James' twin sister, Charlotte, whom he comforted in her grief. During this time Marcus dealt with his demons on his own, briefly slipping into alcoholism while on administrative leave.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were actually together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other. Little did he know, that wouldn't be the most awkward thing to come out of that night.

After about two weeks during one of Marcus' lower moments with the bottle, he drank until himself to sleep in both grief and regret. Grief for James and regret for allowing himself for getting too drunk while with Charlotte. The next morning, he not only woke with a splitting headache, but... to himself. A copy of himself, but they appeared just as surprised, exactly as surprised. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the copy of himself disappeared, not appearing until the following morning. His conversations with it were less like talking to an alternate version of himself and more like he was monologuing between two bodies. The copy lacked any deviation from himself, and did what he willed, even vanishing where it stood.

Marcus requested an extension on his leave to further figure out what was going on with himself which was granted as well as a transfer to Keystone Police Precinct performing desk duty for the time being, to get away from Kansas City. It was no longer the city he loved, the place just disgusted him now. Marcus used his time to figure out how this copy worked by
having it go out without him while he conducted research on current events related to the phenomenon he was experiencing. And though he hadn't found out about his particular situation, there were a few weird things happening within the local area, but a lot of it seemed like just random and minuscule abnormalities at the time.

As crazy as being able to summon a clone of yourself was, it kept him from spiraling to a low point for a while. Also, suddenly learning he could teleport across the living room really kept him occupied with his "research." Marcus returned from leave approximately a month after the particle acceleratir incident with a little bit of a better outlook on things, especially when he could split the time by having one of him stay home and do whatever he wanted. This went well for about a month, but idle time was the devil's playground and Marcus despite his demeanor was still grieving inside. Rather than focusing on what he could do now, he focused on what could have been done if he had his abilities. He could have identified James' killers, hell he could have saved him. Marcus' thoughts became dangerous as he felt he could properly avenge James by his own means. There were times where the him at home would drink himself into a stupor or until he passed out on the sofa. His feeling of hopelessness slowly died as he hungered to take action, and not as an officer of the law.

In the next 4 months, Marcus had focused much of his time between three things. Knowing the activities of the Kansas City Trappers, his abilities, and work. Oh and sometimes Charlotte called to hangout every now and then. He thought of telling her, but he didn't want to worry her about his plans to hit the Trappers. He was nearly complete with constructing the outfit he planned to venture out into the Kansas City streets with. He felt he was as ready as he needed to be. Four guns with capable men that could fire them and lets not even mention the ability to teleport. It was time to make a change. New year, new me, right?

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi City
Interaction: @13org Myra and @Potter Artemis

When Darius snapped the memory into the memory glass, the expression he held in the still image was one of utter shock. Not only had been surprised by Myra's attempt at words, but Artemis had planted an unexpected kiss on his cheek. Darius laughed at the image captured before it vanished from its surface. Everyone's high spirits really kept his mind off of the dreams he'd had since meeting Malgormuun.

The dreams were always distorted memories of humans arriving in Avalia. It was what he witnessed when he smashed the crystal, but the dreams were more focused and in depth. It was all their moments before they ultimately perished. Malgormuun was always there, almost like a presenter of these memories. Pausing and rewinding to prove a point or make a comment. As hard as it might be for Darius to experience this, he didn't refuse it.

After several minutes, the amora would land onto a landing pad reserved for high ranking military officials, politicians, and those with enough amas to pay at the Laastak Transport Center. Darius stepped off of the amora with an excited look on his face as he carried Artemis in his arms. Upon him was a city that he only thought could exist as CGI in movies and televisíon shows. He was from a large city himself, but Roshmi was something out of fantasy. Gold and white armored light elf soldiers subordinate to Airdan stationed themselves around the amora that Darius and his group exited. Darius couldn't help but look around at the unique Avalian architecture of the transport center.

Due to being on a more exclusive landing pad, there weren't many people in view, but as the group ventured towards the Roshmi City Grand Hall, Darius and company would lay eyes on all sorts of different people and even more architecture both unique and a bit familiar to Darius. He also noticed something else that would be peculiar to everyone in his company.

"What's with the shriveled up trees?" Without context, Darius didn't give it too much thought to the withered trees affected by dark elves ensuring that Roshmi City would not flourish.

Several minutes more and the group arrived at a giant dome shaped building, the Roshmi City Grand Hall. Airdan ordered his men to remain in the immediate area as weapons were not permitted in the grand hall. There to greet the group was an elderly elf with a friendly smile on his face. Darius smiled back not even noticing that it was the demon he had been wary of on Daka. Umber the Wraith.

"Oh my don't you all look splendid and such an interesting group. Two demons, an elf, and a demihuman. Please make your way inside and feel free to seat yourselves and get acquainted with the other early arrivals."