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oh yeah, genosha post up btw. and now that trolls arent burning nyc, i can finish my tmnt post.
oh yeah, genosha post up btw. and now that trolls arent burning nyc, i can finish my tmnt post.
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GENOSHA
HAMMER BAY
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Genosha. A former French colony that gained independence in 1968, the island nation had been plagued by political infighting, civil unrest, and overall discontent ever since. Most people had never heard of it or couldn't care less to correctly locate it. And that was fine for Shola Inkose, who was smuggled into the United States at a young age after his mutation was activated. He didn't quite understand his parents' reasoning until he learned more about the apartheid system in history class. It changed how he viewed the world around him, prompting him to aspire to be a lawyer. To bring about much-needed change in his home country.
Shola worked hard in high school and earned a full-ride scholarship to the University of Chicago through blood, sweat, and tears. Even as a DACA recipient, the resources provided to him still required him to maintain two jobs to afford rent. It was around his first year when he began hearing about the changes brought forth by the newly elected president of Genosha, David Moreau. Shola saw through his efforts of whitewashing apartheid and the income inequality as a means of securing investment. It admittedly, however, allowed the country to flourish in a way never before seen in its history. And it made everyone talk about Genosha, whereas a few years ago, no one would've known or cared about its existence.
A necessary evil, perhaps. But it was still evil, Shola thought.
Then the house of cards came tumbling down. Shola, having graduated from university with honors, was starting his job at a respected law firm when the news broke. That, unsurprisingly, led to protests on the streets for change to the system that allowed for an AI to run the government with little to no oversight. Allowed itself to crack down hard on protesters whose crime was daring to express opposition. Allowed the state police to patrol the streets and terrorize the residents freely. Shola decided to quit his cushy job and return home to check on his family before offering his services to the protesters. But when he got done packing his bags and was boarding the plane, news came that the Genoshan government had been overthrown. Shola was surprised but grateful it hadn't escalated into a revolt, and it didn't change his mind about going to his home country. Even if he didn't know what to do next.
Reuniting with his family and then learning he had three younger siblings was overwhelming. Shola was aware that segregated citizens, such as his parents, had their communications tampered with and monitored. So he was understanding, which was a pleasant surprise to them. But the reunion was short-lived by an unexpected visitor: the interim President Magneto. He had heard about Shola's Juris Doctor degree, and his brief expertise in immigration law made him an ideal candidate for politics. But it was learning about his personal life, having to hide his true identity for so long in the States, that led Magneto to invite him to his cabinet. With an offer lined up, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—too good to refuse.
And that was how Shola found himself in the council chamber, waiting for Magneto to arrive with the guest of the hour in tow, along with the other council members. All great in their own right, he admitted.
"...the attack on New York could serve to benefit us. By providing any humanitarian aid and offering a search and rescue team to assist recovery efforts, it should put us in good graces with some countries." Joanna Cargill concluded. Acolyte turned minister, she reportedly was responsible for leading the assault on the headquarters of the Magistrates and arresting its leader, Tam Anderson. Shola found it odd to see someone like her here, even if she seemed to know what she was doing.
"For the short term." Annika countered the minister gently. Her mutation enabled her to absorb knowledge enough to become a living repository, which caught the government's attention. She was appointed as Director of the National Archives, using the pseudonym "Book" to avoid public backlash over employing a mutant. There was a rumor spreading around that her alleged close involvement in the leak intrigued Magneto to ask her to become his advisor on matters of state. "The United States and its allies won't abide a mutant nation emerging, especially one that's seen as an emerging power. I... won't be surprised if invasion plans are being drafted as we speak."
Alda Huxley rose from her seat to interject. Alda was an interesting person, to put it mildly, due to her association with the Moreau administration as the Genoshan Ambassador to the United Nations. She stayed behind while her colleagues fled in a panic after the Parliament Building crumbled. It was allegedly her somber, realist demeanor when confronted left behind such an impression on Magneto that he allowed her to remain. Shola definitely saw it, as she spoke out with conviction in her words, just as she had done time after time. "I could request an emergency session if it came to that. We haven't done anything to warrant such a response."
"A mutant has grasped political power for the first time in history. That's enough justification for any nation to act accordingly." Solofo Mamitiana said while glancing down at his little notebook, undoubtedly filled with tidbits, reminders, and whatnot. Out of all the councilors Shola briefly interacted with, he was able to get a complete read on the former history professor. Barred after joining students in a sit-in at the university library, Solofo was heavily involved in the student protest, and for that, he was selected to represent them in the interim council moments after its creation. But it almost seemed like he begrudgingly accepted the role.
Solofo closed his notebook and continued nonchalantly, "And even if you could secure a meeting, which would be a miracle in itself, who's to say anyone would care to listen? The UN has allowed worse things to occur with little or no pushback."
Alda sighed and tried to explain further. "Not if we make friends, and that starts with some humanitarian work. China could be a potential sympat-"
"We all would be buried beneath rubble if we were to rely on China or any other country to defend us. Genosha has to act on its own accord, and it doesn't start with well-meaning gestures." Solofo said. But before he could explain further, the double wooden doors swung open as Fabian walked in with bags of food before setting them down on the huge round table. Shola was grateful that the brat wasn't saying anything irritating about his self-worth and behaving more humbly for once. No doubt Magneto's presence had something to do with it. He and every other councilor stopped what they were doing or saying and gave their undivided attention to the president. Magneto nodded and then spoke with authority.
"I am hoping I wasn't interrupting anyone with my late arrival. I was talking with the newest addition to the council and got lost in time. Good thing all of you seem to have begun the meeting."
"We didn't get far, though," Annika said.
Magneto raised his hand to interrupt. "Before we get into it, I would like to quickly introduce Sean Cassidy. As you have no doubt heard, he was formerly an Interpol agent. Now, he's the Minister of Intelligence and Security, effective immediately."
No one said anything at first. Shola noticed that most of them were fine with the choice. Joanna rose from her chair and walked over to the newest councilor to greet him courteously. Annika was the next person to introduce herself in an almost motherly manner. While Alda chose to give out a simple 'hello' before opting to read from her tablet. And Solofo made his disapproval known to the newest addition, with no subtlety whatsoever, to everyone in the room. "We don't get a say?"
"We'd be here all day if we did," Joanna said with a rather defensive attitude as she made her way back to her seat.
"I would have at least liked to question just how severed his ties are." Solofo stared directly at the agent as he said it.
"If you think I'm a mole, then have a telepath read my mind," Sean eagerly said while tapping his head with his index finger. "I have no ill intentions."
Shola never forgot what his uncle first taught him after getting into trouble at school for embarrassing his bully to the point that he cried. It was a straightforward task for a telepath to do. All it took was insisting he was right to believe that his mom left him, his dad, and his little sister for her boss due to being a troublemaker. The principal and students didn't know any better, but his uncle immediately figured it out, and he was angry. "The mind's a sacred place, and it shouldn't ever be violated for your petty revenge" was what Shola remembered the most from that lecture. And he took it to heart at least right up until high school, where it was hard to blindly trust anyone. So why not use his power to avoid that issue altogether?
After all, that's what Shola was already doing the moment the new associate walked into the room. And based on the glimpse of his mind, Sean Cassidy was being sincere. Perhaps years ago, he would have arranged a clever scheme to sabotage the interim government from within for prestige. But he had a family, a mutant daughter, to consider now in an increasingly hostile world. So, when he heard about the situation in Genosha from his colleagues, he was intrigued by the rise of a mutant nation, one that could guarantee his family's safety. This was the one condition he imposed on Magneto when he visited his home with the offer. What he didn't expect was the former terrorist not only accepting the condition but also providing citizenship for his daughter and wife (and himself, of course) on the spot. Sean never envisioned being this involved in politics, but if it meant keeping his family safe, why the hell not?
"He's... right," Shola said, perplexed, while looking away from the agent. Nearly everyone in the room was initially confused by what he meant. But once they remembered his power, it made perfect sense. Sean was taken aback, a little offended that someone had actually gone into his mind, but strangely grateful that the mindreader hadn't revealed anything personal. But he masked it well, simply smirking as if to say to everyone, 'I told you so.' Then he made his way to the empty chair next to Solofo, who was now scribbling furiously in his notebook. Joanna looked away in disgust, like his uncle would've if he saw what his nephew just did. Alda put her tablet down and stared intensely at him, fascinated by his ability more than anything.
It felt wrong, as if he had made a terrible mistake. Shola hated being the center of attention, so this was an absolute nightmare for him. But when he looked at Magneto for a sign, something to calm his nerves, all he did was simply nod and smile. Explicit approval of his actions without having to say anything, and that was enough for him to breathe. Magneto cleared his throat and gestured to Annika. "As you were saying."
"Yes, well..." Annika recounted how the meeting originally focused on whether or not Genosha should send aid in the wake of the attack on New York City, and if it would be beneficial. Then it diverged into national defence against a potential attack on the island. Magneto nodded, seemingly satisfied with her statement, and began to speak. "Joanna, since you're the one who came up with the idea, you won't mind assembling a humanitarian package unless you have already..."
"Done that?" Joanna pulled out her phone and handed it over to him, which contained the estimated cost of 2 million US dollars, a list of the required equipment and supplies, and the names of candidates for an 8-person search-and-rescue team. Magneto hummed in agreement and then handed the device back over to her, who shoved it back into her pocket. "Present the current offer to the US. If they get twitchy about the all-mutant rescue team, rescind it and increase the cost by a million and a half. If they get hostile at all, pull out altogether. I know you have a handle on it, but Annika will be able to assist should things escalate. And as for our defenses, I have a proposal in mind, though it might be seen as radical to some of you."
Everyone else looked at each other, confused and slightly concerned. Shola, unable to read his mind in particular, was forced to be direct. "What do you have in mind?"
"To ensure long-term peace for Genosha, we must abolish the military in its entirety."
Shola worked hard in high school and earned a full-ride scholarship to the University of Chicago through blood, sweat, and tears. Even as a DACA recipient, the resources provided to him still required him to maintain two jobs to afford rent. It was around his first year when he began hearing about the changes brought forth by the newly elected president of Genosha, David Moreau. Shola saw through his efforts of whitewashing apartheid and the income inequality as a means of securing investment. It admittedly, however, allowed the country to flourish in a way never before seen in its history. And it made everyone talk about Genosha, whereas a few years ago, no one would've known or cared about its existence.
A necessary evil, perhaps. But it was still evil, Shola thought.
Then the house of cards came tumbling down. Shola, having graduated from university with honors, was starting his job at a respected law firm when the news broke. That, unsurprisingly, led to protests on the streets for change to the system that allowed for an AI to run the government with little to no oversight. Allowed itself to crack down hard on protesters whose crime was daring to express opposition. Allowed the state police to patrol the streets and terrorize the residents freely. Shola decided to quit his cushy job and return home to check on his family before offering his services to the protesters. But when he got done packing his bags and was boarding the plane, news came that the Genoshan government had been overthrown. Shola was surprised but grateful it hadn't escalated into a revolt, and it didn't change his mind about going to his home country. Even if he didn't know what to do next.
Reuniting with his family and then learning he had three younger siblings was overwhelming. Shola was aware that segregated citizens, such as his parents, had their communications tampered with and monitored. So he was understanding, which was a pleasant surprise to them. But the reunion was short-lived by an unexpected visitor: the interim President Magneto. He had heard about Shola's Juris Doctor degree, and his brief expertise in immigration law made him an ideal candidate for politics. But it was learning about his personal life, having to hide his true identity for so long in the States, that led Magneto to invite him to his cabinet. With an offer lined up, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—too good to refuse.
And that was how Shola found himself in the council chamber, waiting for Magneto to arrive with the guest of the hour in tow, along with the other council members. All great in their own right, he admitted.
"...the attack on New York could serve to benefit us. By providing any humanitarian aid and offering a search and rescue team to assist recovery efforts, it should put us in good graces with some countries." Joanna Cargill concluded. Acolyte turned minister, she reportedly was responsible for leading the assault on the headquarters of the Magistrates and arresting its leader, Tam Anderson. Shola found it odd to see someone like her here, even if she seemed to know what she was doing.
"For the short term." Annika countered the minister gently. Her mutation enabled her to absorb knowledge enough to become a living repository, which caught the government's attention. She was appointed as Director of the National Archives, using the pseudonym "Book" to avoid public backlash over employing a mutant. There was a rumor spreading around that her alleged close involvement in the leak intrigued Magneto to ask her to become his advisor on matters of state. "The United States and its allies won't abide a mutant nation emerging, especially one that's seen as an emerging power. I... won't be surprised if invasion plans are being drafted as we speak."
Alda Huxley rose from her seat to interject. Alda was an interesting person, to put it mildly, due to her association with the Moreau administration as the Genoshan Ambassador to the United Nations. She stayed behind while her colleagues fled in a panic after the Parliament Building crumbled. It was allegedly her somber, realist demeanor when confronted left behind such an impression on Magneto that he allowed her to remain. Shola definitely saw it, as she spoke out with conviction in her words, just as she had done time after time. "I could request an emergency session if it came to that. We haven't done anything to warrant such a response."
"A mutant has grasped political power for the first time in history. That's enough justification for any nation to act accordingly." Solofo Mamitiana said while glancing down at his little notebook, undoubtedly filled with tidbits, reminders, and whatnot. Out of all the councilors Shola briefly interacted with, he was able to get a complete read on the former history professor. Barred after joining students in a sit-in at the university library, Solofo was heavily involved in the student protest, and for that, he was selected to represent them in the interim council moments after its creation. But it almost seemed like he begrudgingly accepted the role.
Solofo closed his notebook and continued nonchalantly, "And even if you could secure a meeting, which would be a miracle in itself, who's to say anyone would care to listen? The UN has allowed worse things to occur with little or no pushback."
Alda sighed and tried to explain further. "Not if we make friends, and that starts with some humanitarian work. China could be a potential sympat-"
"We all would be buried beneath rubble if we were to rely on China or any other country to defend us. Genosha has to act on its own accord, and it doesn't start with well-meaning gestures." Solofo said. But before he could explain further, the double wooden doors swung open as Fabian walked in with bags of food before setting them down on the huge round table. Shola was grateful that the brat wasn't saying anything irritating about his self-worth and behaving more humbly for once. No doubt Magneto's presence had something to do with it. He and every other councilor stopped what they were doing or saying and gave their undivided attention to the president. Magneto nodded and then spoke with authority.
"I am hoping I wasn't interrupting anyone with my late arrival. I was talking with the newest addition to the council and got lost in time. Good thing all of you seem to have begun the meeting."
"We didn't get far, though," Annika said.
Magneto raised his hand to interrupt. "Before we get into it, I would like to quickly introduce Sean Cassidy. As you have no doubt heard, he was formerly an Interpol agent. Now, he's the Minister of Intelligence and Security, effective immediately."
No one said anything at first. Shola noticed that most of them were fine with the choice. Joanna rose from her chair and walked over to the newest councilor to greet him courteously. Annika was the next person to introduce herself in an almost motherly manner. While Alda chose to give out a simple 'hello' before opting to read from her tablet. And Solofo made his disapproval known to the newest addition, with no subtlety whatsoever, to everyone in the room. "We don't get a say?"
"We'd be here all day if we did," Joanna said with a rather defensive attitude as she made her way back to her seat.
"I would have at least liked to question just how severed his ties are." Solofo stared directly at the agent as he said it.
"If you think I'm a mole, then have a telepath read my mind," Sean eagerly said while tapping his head with his index finger. "I have no ill intentions."
Shola never forgot what his uncle first taught him after getting into trouble at school for embarrassing his bully to the point that he cried. It was a straightforward task for a telepath to do. All it took was insisting he was right to believe that his mom left him, his dad, and his little sister for her boss due to being a troublemaker. The principal and students didn't know any better, but his uncle immediately figured it out, and he was angry. "The mind's a sacred place, and it shouldn't ever be violated for your petty revenge" was what Shola remembered the most from that lecture. And he took it to heart at least right up until high school, where it was hard to blindly trust anyone. So why not use his power to avoid that issue altogether?
After all, that's what Shola was already doing the moment the new associate walked into the room. And based on the glimpse of his mind, Sean Cassidy was being sincere. Perhaps years ago, he would have arranged a clever scheme to sabotage the interim government from within for prestige. But he had a family, a mutant daughter, to consider now in an increasingly hostile world. So, when he heard about the situation in Genosha from his colleagues, he was intrigued by the rise of a mutant nation, one that could guarantee his family's safety. This was the one condition he imposed on Magneto when he visited his home with the offer. What he didn't expect was the former terrorist not only accepting the condition but also providing citizenship for his daughter and wife (and himself, of course) on the spot. Sean never envisioned being this involved in politics, but if it meant keeping his family safe, why the hell not?
"He's... right," Shola said, perplexed, while looking away from the agent. Nearly everyone in the room was initially confused by what he meant. But once they remembered his power, it made perfect sense. Sean was taken aback, a little offended that someone had actually gone into his mind, but strangely grateful that the mindreader hadn't revealed anything personal. But he masked it well, simply smirking as if to say to everyone, 'I told you so.' Then he made his way to the empty chair next to Solofo, who was now scribbling furiously in his notebook. Joanna looked away in disgust, like his uncle would've if he saw what his nephew just did. Alda put her tablet down and stared intensely at him, fascinated by his ability more than anything.
It felt wrong, as if he had made a terrible mistake. Shola hated being the center of attention, so this was an absolute nightmare for him. But when he looked at Magneto for a sign, something to calm his nerves, all he did was simply nod and smile. Explicit approval of his actions without having to say anything, and that was enough for him to breathe. Magneto cleared his throat and gestured to Annika. "As you were saying."
"Yes, well..." Annika recounted how the meeting originally focused on whether or not Genosha should send aid in the wake of the attack on New York City, and if it would be beneficial. Then it diverged into national defence against a potential attack on the island. Magneto nodded, seemingly satisfied with her statement, and began to speak. "Joanna, since you're the one who came up with the idea, you won't mind assembling a humanitarian package unless you have already..."
"Done that?" Joanna pulled out her phone and handed it over to him, which contained the estimated cost of 2 million US dollars, a list of the required equipment and supplies, and the names of candidates for an 8-person search-and-rescue team. Magneto hummed in agreement and then handed the device back over to her, who shoved it back into her pocket. "Present the current offer to the US. If they get twitchy about the all-mutant rescue team, rescind it and increase the cost by a million and a half. If they get hostile at all, pull out altogether. I know you have a handle on it, but Annika will be able to assist should things escalate. And as for our defenses, I have a proposal in mind, though it might be seen as radical to some of you."
Everyone else looked at each other, confused and slightly concerned. Shola, unable to read his mind in particular, was forced to be direct. "What do you have in mind?"
"To ensure long-term peace for Genosha, we must abolish the military in its entirety."
<Snipped quote by Mao Mao>
I mean if they are younger, they could just not want to be around Magnus.
Yeah, he would be a boomer, so I get why.
Seriously, though, if either one of you doesn't want anything to do with Magento, I would be fine with it. I didn't bring them up in the first place to avoid denying someone the opportunity to write Wanda, given how popular she has become in the last few years, thanks to the MCU.
@Ezekiel @Stormyx. Depends on how old Wanda and Pietro are. If they are older (born in/before the 1980s), then we could talk about them being Magento's children. If they are younger, then I honestly don't know how to make that work unless one of you has a suggestion (assuming that you want them to be blood-related at all). I didn't really touch on them because I lowkey assumed someone was gonna write Wanda.
Also, a Magneto post is coming up. I was trying to find some work in the job market hellscape and failing to the point that I am taking a short break for it lol.
Also, a Magneto post is coming up. I was trying to find some work in the job market hellscape and failing to the point that I am taking a short break for it lol.
Edelweiss, edelweiss / Bless my homeland forever
Name
Ciaran Jubert
Species
Human
Age
27
Appearance
TBD
Equipment
A280C blaster rifle, RG-4D blaster pistol, Medpac, stolen 74-Z speeder bike.
Skills
Military Child - Jubert is a well-known family name on Tregallon for a reason, with military service going back generations. Some stayed here to serve in the garrison, while most left the planet to join the military. Republic, Separatist, Imperial, it didn't matter the allegiance as long as they were fighting for something. Ciaran was no exception. He participated in fitness and service programs as a child and then graduated from the Imperial Academy with honors. People assumed he would have made an excellent officer for the Empire. But he instead was the first in the family to desert, an act unheard of before and one that will haunt the bloodline.
Officer Training - Ciaran's time at the Imperial Academy shed light on the ugly, true side of the Empire, long hidden from him. But he can recognize the good that came out of it. The skills and abilities he acquired while an officer cadet remain valuable. He knows Imperial tactics and strategy extensively, while retaining knowledge of their inner workings, particularly within the army. And his combat skills were further enhanced, which made his peers envious of his presumed natural-born talent. But that wasn't given to him; he had to earn it, as his parents before. The one benefit of being raised by military parents.
Experienced Rider - When Ciaran isn't practicing sutures or working on his blasters, he is cruising on his speeder without a care in the world. He commandeered it from an Imperial outpost a few years back after its rider had left it all alone. It's his only means of escaping the confines of the remains of a bygone era. And he can't easily slip into a village, town, or city since his face is plastered on wanted signs in every corner. Riding his speeder in the rainforest is the only way Ciaran can be truly alone and take a brief breath from his tumultuous life he has found himself in.
Weaknesses
Ostracized - Traitor. Deserter. Jubert. That's all Ciaran will ever be remembered for. A middle child for a prominent military family who ran for duty when it came knocking. A man who benefited greatly from the Imperial occupation of his own home. He hasn't forgotten it, nor has he forgiven himself for it. The Insurgency sidelines and snubs him as a painful reminder. The Empire keeps on increasing its bounty on his head as a price for defiance. And his family has disowned him all for not following their twisted values, ones they're willing to kill and die for.
Second-rate Service - Ciaran knows a lot about Imperial tactics and strategies from his days at the academy. He knows some things about handling a speeder bike in the rainforest without crashing it headfirst into a tree. He knew nothing about being a medic when he was first assigned the position. It was the leadership's way of inflicting as much pain as possible by making him redundant, a cautionary tale meant to be told. He accepted it without complaint and taught himself the basics of medical care via datapads and the holonet. He had the time to hone it in, of course, but he's not exactly the ideal doctor one would seek out.
A Sizeable Reward - Governor Rax Tsundre placed a bounty on Ciaran Jubert fifteen minutes after he fled from his family home as a means to capture him at the spaceport. But to his chagrin, he evaded arrest and vanished deep into the rainforests to work alongside the rebel cell. Even then, that doesn't necessarily explain the lucrative reward offer for his arrest alive. A rumor soon spread that it's his own mother who raises the reward each year to entice bounty hunters to bring her son home and see him receive his just deserts for ruining her family's reputation among Imperial circles.
Extremist - Ever since childhood, Ciaran had the value and importance of independence etched in his mind by his parents. His mother, in particular, made her thoughts about the Republic pretty clear. But even then, he was starting to appreciate the Separatist cause. Then the Empire arrived. And after witnessing the extent of their cruelty towards those deemed dissenters as a cadet, he held newfound disdain for them now. Nowadays, Ciaran believes the only way to achieve peace is to dismantle the regime thoroughly through radical measures. A sentiment his comrades share, while those outside will undoubtedly view it as extreme.
History
Ciaran's earliest memory was celebrating with his parents and siblings their newfound independence. He asked his mother what the long word meant, and she explained how it meant their home was now unshackled from "bad, repressive people who were pretending to be something they were not." That answer didn't make complete sense to a young Ciaran, but seeing how happy everyone around him truly was left behind such a profound impression. And growing up with military parents made sure it stuck.
When Governor Larkers had Tregallon secede from the Republic, the Juberts were among the first to pledge loyalty to the Separatist cause. Then two years later, the Clone Wars began. Ciaran was still a child, but that didn't prevent his parents from enrolling him in military training and fitness programs. While his home didn't see direct combat, its resources and manpower were diverted to the war effort. He and his family were more than eager to contribute at first. But the war soon became a stalemate, and the demands imposed by the governor strained the economy to its limit. The price was becoming too much for everyone to handle, something that would have naturally boiled over if the war had continued any longer.
So when the Galactic Empire brought the war to an end, the Juberts made their allegiances clear by leaking Governor Larkers' plans for maintaining independence to Imperial officials. Their reward? Their children, who were of age or serving in the garrison, were granted favorable consideration in the new Imperial Military despite their ties to the Separatists. Ciaran and his siblings, who still couldn't serve yet, received preferential treatment in admission to the Imperial Academy.
There, he saw the price of defying the new order up close in all of its brutality. While his siblings relished the cruelty, Ciaran despised it with every fiber of his being. When it came time to graduate, instead of joining the Officer Corps, he did nothing and headed back home. His small act of defiance towards an illegitimate government. That move unsurprisingly upset his parents, who pleaded with him to reconsider, to no avail. Then each one of his siblings began pressuring him to "not let the opportunity slip away." And before long, the new governor himself came to visit for dinner one night and issued a non-so-veiled threat disguised as polite conversation.
But that wasn't the breaking point; the intervention was.
Seeing his entire family together, he was faced with a choice: show unwavering devotion to the Empire or be branded a deserter and risk the consequences. Ciaran already knew the choice had been made for him long before the governor walked in with two stormtroopers to bear. But that didn't mean it broke his heart to see his loved ones become such hypocrites. He knew what had to be done. After accepting the offer to serve as a cadet off-world, he packed a bag and escaped through his bedroom window.
Ciaran didn't get far before his face was plastered all over the spaceport on wanted signs. By the evening, all of Predolm knew of the sizable bounty on his head. By midnight, his own parents were leading a planetwide manhunt for the traitorous deserter. Ciaran had to flee the city and head deep into the rainforest in a frantic attempt to find refuge until tensions cooled. Instead, the Insurgency found him the following morning and elected to take him captive. The leadership said it was done out of an abundance of caution to make sure "he wasn't part of an Imperial ploy." But the fact that the votes to turn him over to the magistrate for the reward credits accounted for close to half made their animosity clear enough.
Not that he blamed them. His parents essentially sold off Tregallon to the Empire, which had been plundering and pillaging the planet of its resources since their arrival. He was a Jubert, a tainted name to many, and he was ready to make amends.
Ciaran, for all he had learned from the Empire, was assigned as the medic and quickly ignored by leadership. He didn't question their decision and gave it his all, even if it was mediocre. There weren't any significant incursions that could have easily overwhelmed him and the limited supplies. Then the Rebel Alliance did the impossible and destroyed the Death Star. It motivated them to begin planning a series of raids against Imperial targets. One of those was the research facility on Dubrillion.
This presented the Insurgency with the ideal chance to finally attack the Empire. It took days to improvise a game plan for a simultaneous attack on Imperial outposts to strain their efficiency. And they were supposed to strike when the skies started raining the burning remnants of the Imperial defense fleet. Ciaran mentally prepared himself for the likelihood that he would have to kill his siblings and his parents. But if it meant his home was finally free of repressive people, it was worth the cost a thousand times over.
Then a lone X-Wing came tumbling down and crushed any hope.
Ciaran Jubert
Species
Human
Age
27
Appearance
TBD
Equipment
A280C blaster rifle, RG-4D blaster pistol, Medpac, stolen 74-Z speeder bike.
Skills
Military Child - Jubert is a well-known family name on Tregallon for a reason, with military service going back generations. Some stayed here to serve in the garrison, while most left the planet to join the military. Republic, Separatist, Imperial, it didn't matter the allegiance as long as they were fighting for something. Ciaran was no exception. He participated in fitness and service programs as a child and then graduated from the Imperial Academy with honors. People assumed he would have made an excellent officer for the Empire. But he instead was the first in the family to desert, an act unheard of before and one that will haunt the bloodline.
Officer Training - Ciaran's time at the Imperial Academy shed light on the ugly, true side of the Empire, long hidden from him. But he can recognize the good that came out of it. The skills and abilities he acquired while an officer cadet remain valuable. He knows Imperial tactics and strategy extensively, while retaining knowledge of their inner workings, particularly within the army. And his combat skills were further enhanced, which made his peers envious of his presumed natural-born talent. But that wasn't given to him; he had to earn it, as his parents before. The one benefit of being raised by military parents.
Experienced Rider - When Ciaran isn't practicing sutures or working on his blasters, he is cruising on his speeder without a care in the world. He commandeered it from an Imperial outpost a few years back after its rider had left it all alone. It's his only means of escaping the confines of the remains of a bygone era. And he can't easily slip into a village, town, or city since his face is plastered on wanted signs in every corner. Riding his speeder in the rainforest is the only way Ciaran can be truly alone and take a brief breath from his tumultuous life he has found himself in.
Weaknesses
Ostracized - Traitor. Deserter. Jubert. That's all Ciaran will ever be remembered for. A middle child for a prominent military family who ran for duty when it came knocking. A man who benefited greatly from the Imperial occupation of his own home. He hasn't forgotten it, nor has he forgiven himself for it. The Insurgency sidelines and snubs him as a painful reminder. The Empire keeps on increasing its bounty on his head as a price for defiance. And his family has disowned him all for not following their twisted values, ones they're willing to kill and die for.
Second-rate Service - Ciaran knows a lot about Imperial tactics and strategies from his days at the academy. He knows some things about handling a speeder bike in the rainforest without crashing it headfirst into a tree. He knew nothing about being a medic when he was first assigned the position. It was the leadership's way of inflicting as much pain as possible by making him redundant, a cautionary tale meant to be told. He accepted it without complaint and taught himself the basics of medical care via datapads and the holonet. He had the time to hone it in, of course, but he's not exactly the ideal doctor one would seek out.
A Sizeable Reward - Governor Rax Tsundre placed a bounty on Ciaran Jubert fifteen minutes after he fled from his family home as a means to capture him at the spaceport. But to his chagrin, he evaded arrest and vanished deep into the rainforests to work alongside the rebel cell. Even then, that doesn't necessarily explain the lucrative reward offer for his arrest alive. A rumor soon spread that it's his own mother who raises the reward each year to entice bounty hunters to bring her son home and see him receive his just deserts for ruining her family's reputation among Imperial circles.
Extremist - Ever since childhood, Ciaran had the value and importance of independence etched in his mind by his parents. His mother, in particular, made her thoughts about the Republic pretty clear. But even then, he was starting to appreciate the Separatist cause. Then the Empire arrived. And after witnessing the extent of their cruelty towards those deemed dissenters as a cadet, he held newfound disdain for them now. Nowadays, Ciaran believes the only way to achieve peace is to dismantle the regime thoroughly through radical measures. A sentiment his comrades share, while those outside will undoubtedly view it as extreme.
History
Ciaran's earliest memory was celebrating with his parents and siblings their newfound independence. He asked his mother what the long word meant, and she explained how it meant their home was now unshackled from "bad, repressive people who were pretending to be something they were not." That answer didn't make complete sense to a young Ciaran, but seeing how happy everyone around him truly was left behind such a profound impression. And growing up with military parents made sure it stuck.
When Governor Larkers had Tregallon secede from the Republic, the Juberts were among the first to pledge loyalty to the Separatist cause. Then two years later, the Clone Wars began. Ciaran was still a child, but that didn't prevent his parents from enrolling him in military training and fitness programs. While his home didn't see direct combat, its resources and manpower were diverted to the war effort. He and his family were more than eager to contribute at first. But the war soon became a stalemate, and the demands imposed by the governor strained the economy to its limit. The price was becoming too much for everyone to handle, something that would have naturally boiled over if the war had continued any longer.
So when the Galactic Empire brought the war to an end, the Juberts made their allegiances clear by leaking Governor Larkers' plans for maintaining independence to Imperial officials. Their reward? Their children, who were of age or serving in the garrison, were granted favorable consideration in the new Imperial Military despite their ties to the Separatists. Ciaran and his siblings, who still couldn't serve yet, received preferential treatment in admission to the Imperial Academy.
There, he saw the price of defying the new order up close in all of its brutality. While his siblings relished the cruelty, Ciaran despised it with every fiber of his being. When it came time to graduate, instead of joining the Officer Corps, he did nothing and headed back home. His small act of defiance towards an illegitimate government. That move unsurprisingly upset his parents, who pleaded with him to reconsider, to no avail. Then each one of his siblings began pressuring him to "not let the opportunity slip away." And before long, the new governor himself came to visit for dinner one night and issued a non-so-veiled threat disguised as polite conversation.
But that wasn't the breaking point; the intervention was.
Seeing his entire family together, he was faced with a choice: show unwavering devotion to the Empire or be branded a deserter and risk the consequences. Ciaran already knew the choice had been made for him long before the governor walked in with two stormtroopers to bear. But that didn't mean it broke his heart to see his loved ones become such hypocrites. He knew what had to be done. After accepting the offer to serve as a cadet off-world, he packed a bag and escaped through his bedroom window.
Ciaran didn't get far before his face was plastered all over the spaceport on wanted signs. By the evening, all of Predolm knew of the sizable bounty on his head. By midnight, his own parents were leading a planetwide manhunt for the traitorous deserter. Ciaran had to flee the city and head deep into the rainforest in a frantic attempt to find refuge until tensions cooled. Instead, the Insurgency found him the following morning and elected to take him captive. The leadership said it was done out of an abundance of caution to make sure "he wasn't part of an Imperial ploy." But the fact that the votes to turn him over to the magistrate for the reward credits accounted for close to half made their animosity clear enough.
Not that he blamed them. His parents essentially sold off Tregallon to the Empire, which had been plundering and pillaging the planet of its resources since their arrival. He was a Jubert, a tainted name to many, and he was ready to make amends.
Ciaran, for all he had learned from the Empire, was assigned as the medic and quickly ignored by leadership. He didn't question their decision and gave it his all, even if it was mediocre. There weren't any significant incursions that could have easily overwhelmed him and the limited supplies. Then the Rebel Alliance did the impossible and destroyed the Death Star. It motivated them to begin planning a series of raids against Imperial targets. One of those was the research facility on Dubrillion.
This presented the Insurgency with the ideal chance to finally attack the Empire. It took days to improvise a game plan for a simultaneous attack on Imperial outposts to strain their efficiency. And they were supposed to strike when the skies started raining the burning remnants of the Imperial defense fleet. Ciaran mentally prepared himself for the likelihood that he would have to kill his siblings and his parents. But if it meant his home was finally free of repressive people, it was worth the cost a thousand times over.
Then a lone X-Wing came tumbling down and crushed any hope.
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That happened in this game.
One of the users from that roleplay got me into Wicked + Divine and American Gods, and for that, it holds a special place in my heart. Oh, also, I still love how I wrote Wonder Woman to this day.
Lowkey, I hope Spider-Man stays a teenager so the turtles can interact with him down the line.
Are duos, such as Harry Du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi, allowed?
I am also, tentatively (if not already claimed) working on a Wanda Maximoff sheet.
I have to wonder whether you intend for Magneto to be her life as her biological/adopted father or not. I'd be open to talking about it if you want to go down that route.
Also, will Pietro be in the picture or nah?
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Hopefully the teen Iron Man works for that.
But we do have some solid kid/teen characters- Your Robin, Bounce's Aqualad, Captain Marvel (Shazam), Nova, Blue Beetle, Firestorm when he's not being part of the Fantastic Four, then Miss Martian can also be a candidate once off Mars. Seems like we have a good chance of having a Teen Titan team before we have an official Justice League/Avengers team.
Speaking of Miss Martian, I should go ahead and make a sheet for her even though she won't be around for a bit. Given her connection to Martian Manhunter, I may as well also play her. And she'd be fun to play off your Robin.
Fingers crossed that I can manage to create her sheet without it going haywire.
Wow, Turtle Titan erasure on my roleplaying site???
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