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They continued drifting around the room as Rexxa described the purpose of the items in her abode. As they'd expected, a good deal of it was functional and important to the woman's daily life. But a great deal of it also seemed to be ornamental in nature. Rasteva could not understand the human's need to keep things that weren't useful to her around.

"Well, she took YOU, didn't she?" The thought was sudden and Rasteva felt a pang of self-disgust wrack their form. The Human's innate need to keep worthless items may have indeed saved Rasteva's life, but considering it was still too much for them. They tried to shake off their new bout of depression by drifting closer to Rexxa to inspect the glass in her hand. The deep red liquid she called 'Wine' didn't look particularly appealing to them. Certainly not appealing enough to die for, as she so stated. But the concept was interesting in some manner. "And this? You consume this to gain strength?" They asked. Rasteva was vaguely aware that Human's needed to eat and drink certain things to gain strength, but they weren't sure how it worked. It couldn't have been like the Daemon's method of consuming their own kin to steal their power, otherwise, Humans would be immeasurably strong.

It wasn't something Rasteva liked to think about.

They settled for floating directly over Rexxa's head as she spoke, taking note of her urging to make her abode their home as well. Rasteva could not be sure if they would ever find as much comfort in the place as Rexxa did, but they silently admitted that it was far better than being left outside, defenseless against the elements.

"Where do we start looking?" The Daemon mulled over the Human's question for a moment. The realm that I hail from isn't like yours, and yet it is almost a mirror image in some way." The cloud broke itself apart into several layers some distance from each other, lowering to meld into one another to demonstrate. "It overlays yours. All the things that you hold in your world do not exist in mine, but this location; your home is a point in existence beyond your world." Rasteva fell silent again for a moment before continuing. "If I recall correctly there are a few Daemons somewhere in this vicinity. But where I am not sure. I can sense their power, but only when we are close. Though if I were to grow stronger I could find them from farther away."

The little cloud drifted lazily over the woman's head as it spoke. "Daemons are usually subtle. Very good at keeping themselves hidden. But Humans are...less so. Tell me, have you met anyone that struck you as odd around here? Or at least odd in a manner that you aren't familliar with? That may lead us to where we need to go."

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Rexxa and Rasteva were proving to be more alike than the Daemon had initially thought. She knew well the feeling of separation from one's own kind. But where Rasteva had tried (and bitterly failed) to eradicate his kind from existence, Rexxa seemed quite fine with her situation. If indeed she planned on turning on the rest of humanity once she'd gained her wish, the woman did a good time of not showing her ill intent. Rasteva couldn't wholly blame Rexxa if that was her plan. Humans seemed to be as much trouble for her as they were for the Daemon. But they planned to be as far away from her as they possibly could should her interests take a darker turn.

Her question caught the Daemon off guard momentarily and they fumbled for an answer. She could not know Rasteva's true motives, not yet. But she HAD been helpful and so they felt she at least deserved an answer. "Hrmm. Humans are somewhat fearful. It only struck me as odd that you would be so willing to assist me. Though given what you've told me, I suppose that makes sense." It was true, if not the whole truth. Rasteva was resigned that they would have to be more attentive to the habits of Humans in the future. Rexxa seemed to be an oddity but watching her would certainly be insightful.

Their opportunity came when they both arrived at what Rasteva could only assume was the woman's home. Rasteva had never been inside a Human's dwelling before, and the proud Daemon could not stop their curiosity. They drifted from the woman's pendant once they were safely inside, here there was no breeze to assault them. Rasteva watched idly as Rexxa bustled around the dwelling before drifting around the room to inspect it. Humans certainly collected all manner of odd things and the Daemon could not help asking about them. "What is all of this? What are any of these things for?"

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Rasteva honestly could have done without the dancing, and Rexxa seemed to be in slight agreement though for different reasons. It was true that the Daemon found the behavior of Humans as a whole to be absolutely puzzling, but they were starting to suspect that even she was an oddity among her own kind. Her flippant remarks on the matter certainly seemed to indicate that and Rasteva wondered as to how isolated she really was.

They honestly couldn't say that the thought saddened them. Rasteva had hated his own kind to no end, had purposefully sequestered themselves as far from them as possible. But they could not help musing on how they and Rexxa were alike in that regard. She didn't seem to particularly mind being alone, however. All of her excitement pointed solely on uncovering the unknown. Why Rasteva could not fathom and so they sought answers. "Rexxa I must ask. WHY are you so interested in finding Daemons? We have existed for a very long time, but the vast majority of Humans don't seem to care enough to seek us out."

The Daemon didn't think the woman's interests held any nefarious intent. Despite her overly exuberant manner, Rexxa seemed merely curious about everything around her. This Rasteva could accept in some fashion. Seeking knowledge and further understanding the Universe around you was a noble endeavor. But the woman's interests were clearly outside what had to be the norm for Humans. And if her statements about where she worked were any indication, she wasn't the only one. The Daemon felt nervous at the thought. Rexxa didn't seem particularly dangerous, but Rasteva had no way of knowing if the people she spoke of weren't. An air of nervousness settled over the Daemon as the woman strode to her vehicle, and Rastvea prayed that any run-ins with these other people would be short lived.

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"Rexxa...That seems odd for a Human name, but I cannot be sure." Rasteva would not consider themselves an expert on Humans in any capacity, but the woman's name was more akin to a Daemon's than a Human's. They mused over it for a moment longer, trying to get used to the sound before they were satisfied. It would not do for Rasteva to forget the name of the person assisting them, loathe as they were to do so.

They couldn't say it was a pleasure to meet Rexxa in turn, though if they were being honest Rasteva could not recall EVER being pleased to meet someone. The Daemon, however at least TRIED to be pleasant. "It is....not entirely awful to meet you as well, Rexxa." She still seemed very pleased, though Rasteva could not pin down why. Normally the presence of a Daemon in a Human's life heralded misfortune at best, and utter doom at worst. At first, they'd assumed that she simply did not know about Daemons. But her excitement and curiosity said otherwise.

Rasteva could not stop the scoffing noise escaping them at the woman's string of questioning. "If I told you everything, we'd be here until the stars burned out. EVERYTHING started long before your kind first drew breath on this miserable rock of a planet." The Daemon paused to grumble softly. "But everything didn't change until you did. Like many of my kin, I come from somewhere just outside what you call reality. I cannot explain it better than that, I'm afraid. And I am here-" They paused then, not sure how much the woman should know. Rasteva's mission was surely one that she'd not wholly agree with in most aspects, and the Daemon did not want to scare her off so soon after gaining her help. "I am here, to get back something that was taken from me."

It wasn't a complete lie. The Daemon's power lay scattered everywhere and gathering their full strength was sure to take a great deal of work. No doubt the Daemons that had stolen it were in hiding and weeding them out was sure to be a monumental task. They only hoped that Rexxa would be up to the task.

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Rasteva could not halt the stream of grumbles leaving them as the Human teased them."Hrmmph! Rude." The breeze worsened and Rasteva let out a string of curses but halted completely when the woman used her body to shield them. The Daemon was admittedly taken aback by the gesture of supposed kindness, but there was a tinge of bitterness to the feeling.

"How weak I am, that I cannot even defend myself from the breeze."

The proud Daemon did not like the thought of depending on a HUMAN of all things to take care of their well being. But it was slightly worsened by how eager the woman seemed willing to help. It was utterly nonsensical. Humans were greedy, self-serving and power hungry. At least they'd always seemed that way as far as rasteva had bothered to recall. The Daemon studied the woman carefully, but couldn't make sense of her mood or thoughts. She still seemed excited, that much was obvious. But her inner thoughts were still a complete mystery to Rasteva.

Her teasing certainly didn't help matters. Rasteva had always been a rather humorless individual and so they had difficulty sorting the truth from mockery when the woman spoke. "What a headache." The Daemon could not stop the intrusive thought, though it was pushed aside when the Human revealed a pendant. This too was a concept alien to the Daemon. Sentimentality. Only Humans would bother to keep useless objects on their person for no reason than it made them happy. But it was indeed what Rasteva had asked for, wasn't it? And they supposed that it was better they take a vessel that the woman cared for rather than one she had no interest in keeping safe.

There was no more time to waste and so the small cloud zipped forward and dissipated wholly into the necklace the woman held. Despite being so small, the feel of metal did calm Rasteva somewhat. It was simple and easy to understand, far preferable to the strange and all consuming world they'd been thrust into.

Rasteva wasn't sure how they felt about Roses, however.

She'd done as they asked, without question. Though the woman was still staring at them with that curious and expectant gaze. Ah, that was right. Nothing came free, of course. Rasteva emitted a small 'hurrumph' and an even smaller 'Thank you' to the woman as they settled into their new form. "This is...fine. Human." They studied her in silence for a moment before continuning hesitantly. "Though I suppose that is not your name, is it? You do have one, yes? Well, while we're on the matter I am called Rasteva." The Daemon sighed gently, knowing that somehow they were in for a somewhat exhausting evening. But they'd chosen this. "And you have questions. I can tell by looking at you. Speak then, what is it you wish to know?"

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Rasteva drew back as the woman's hands came forward, practically hissing at the near contact. "Do not TOUCH me, Human! I have no idea where your idiot hands have been!" Rasteva's irritation returned full force and they began to wonder if they'd made a mistake. The woman was SMILING of all things, seeming amused by a joke that the Daemon wasn't in on.

It was preferable to her sprinting away screaming in terror. The conversation would have been cute woefully short then, but she didn't have to smile either. The woman could have at least had the decency to be slightly afraid of Rasteva. "Are all your ilk so insufferably rude?" The angry little cloud attempted to drift away from the woman's curious hands, grumbling loudly. Her words stuck out to them and the Daemon could not resist scoffing. "Then everyone was either lying to you or a complete fool. I'd gladly bet on the latter."

Her behavior was strange, not that Rasteva was an expert on the subject. As far as they knew everything Humans did and said was strange. Her delight was certainly odd given her assertation that Humans did not believe that Daemons even existed. "Strange that you would say that. My kind have had dealings with Humans for as long as you've existed on this miserable rock. I cannot count how many of them had a direct hand in what you'd call notable events." Rasteva paused to let out an irritable grumble. "It's all quite annoying, really."

Another breeze struck the Daemon, and their smokelike form curled in on itself as Rasteva struggled to keep themselves whole. It was infuriating to be so weak in the presence of a Human but there was nothing to be done. The woman's questions were even more irritating, but they at least took Rasteva's mind off of their current predicament.

"Hrmm...You really don't know much, do you? I am a Daemon. One of many, though I am truly of a higher caliber than the rest." It had been true at one point, but it was less so now. The woman did not have to know that, however. "And I am NOT lost! Merely....slightly confused." That was a lie too, Rasteva was hopelessly lost. But that wasn't the woman's business either. "I do not require your help, Human. But you may yet be of use to me."

The breeze was beginning to pick up and the cloud wavered dangerously thin. "I need...A body. A vessel, anything will do. But you must hurry before I fall apart completely. Do this, and I will tell you anything you wish to know."

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The surging wind irritated Rasteva more than words could ever hope to express and the Daemon grew more an more desperate with each gust. They were rapidly fading, and new that they could wait no longer. They had to act, and soon if they wanted to survive.

"Where...Where....anyone...WAIT."

Rasteva set their gaze on a Human standing nearby, certain that she was looking at them. Had they been spotted? The Daemon was sure that they hadn't. Countless Humans had passed the Daemon by without even sparing them a glance, something that only served to infuriate Ratsteva as they thought about it. The Daemon pushed aside their irritation and slithered across the ground towards the woman, their irritation giving way to curiosity. The woman seemed to be alone, a good sign. Rasteva wasn't sure if they wanted their presence revealed so openly yet, and so latching onto a lone human was their safest option.

The Daemon stalled however when the human spoke. At first, Rasteva presumed that she was talking to herself, or worse yet a person that they hadn't noticed earlier but a quick glance around proved that to be false.

"Just show yourself... show me. I wont hurt you."

Rasteva felt another surge of irritation pass through them as her words struck them. Hurt THEM? The woman should have been afraid of Rasteva hurting HER. "I fear nothing." The Daemon thought. "Nothing and no one." And with that in mind the small cloud drew closer to the woman, so that the Daemon could inspect her. She had to have seen Rasteva by now, and the Daemon felt an odd sense of trepidation, but something urged them forward.

Rasteva was not sure what to make of the Human, never having observed one up close. She was odd looking, but the Daemon was of the opinion that ALL Humans looked strange. They could sense no power coming from her either, so Rasteva was safe under the assumption that she'd not come across any other Daemons. This was good, thus far. In their present state, Rasteva could not afford to clash with another of their kind. Especially after what had happened.

The Daemon felt a surge of rage at the thought. Their power had been torn from them, unrightfully so. And now it rested in hands that didn't deserve it, scattered all over the planet. Rasteva was not sure HOW they would go about locating even the smallest fraction of it. But the Daemon would not rest until they'd regained their former strength and glory.

But how to go about wrenching it from the unworthy?

The Daemon regarded the Human again, mulling over every available option laid before them.

The Human. She was the key. She would be the one to uplift the Daemon.

There was only the small matter of convincing her.

Another small breeze gusted down the street, causing the smoke cloud to waver dangerously. They would have to be quick about their business with the woman, as each passing moment saw them closer and closer to dissipating altogether.

A booming voice echoed from within the inky cloud, as it drifted closer to the woman's eye level. There was no going back now, and Rasteva hoped that the Human was worth the effort of speaking. "You saw me hrmm? Very well then I shall spare any pretense. What do you want, Human?"

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This was not good.

This was in fact, probably the farthest one could get from good.

The cool fall evening meant that many people would not be out at a time like this which was just as well, Rasteva would hate to be seen like THIS. Leaves rustled wildly as something small and dark zipped over them. A cloud of smoke so black that it absorbed all light coiled and darted across the ground. This in and of itself was already odd. Even odder that the cloud of smoke as talking.

"Absolutely unacceptable! To think that I would be degraded in such a manner!" The Cloud darted across the ground erratically, all the while a deep voice bellowed from within. "Such an embarrassment, that is all this is. To be laid to ruin by WEAKLINGS, my power stolen by the unworthy. How could I allow such a thing to happen?" Only the wind answered the cloud of smoke, and it was an unwelcome answer at that. The cloud began to thin, almost in danger of dissipating completely.

Needless to say, the voice was not amused.

"Unbelievable! To think that I would be stricken down by a mere breeze! I must hurry if I cannot find a form I-"

The voice stopped short, taking sudden notice in the sound of footsteps approaching them. Someone was coming.

This was good, better than their current predicament. Whoever it was that approached was sure to have something on them that Rasteva could use as a temporary form. Once there they could make plans to regain their former strength.

But they had to act quickly.

The wind was beginning to pick up tremendously and Rasteva cursed themselves internally. Each gust of air only dissipated their smoke form further and they were getting dangerously close to falling apart altogether. The Daemon tried to collect their form as much as they could only to have someone walk straight through their body, causing them to unwind once more.The Daemon let out a sound of irritation as the Human rushed past "How rude! If I had a good and proper body, you'd be regretting that!" Rasteva silenced themselves, realizing that the human had long since left and wouldn't have heard the Daemon anyway. And what could have Rasteva done if they had? Given them a severe coughing fit? The Daemon's ego shrunk a few sizes, the realization of how powerless they were fully hitting them. When they had a body they were strong, but now they were nothing.

Less than nothing.

But that could all change.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts Rasteva resumed their previous course of action. "A body. I need a body. Any body will do. And once I am strong enough I can begin regaining my former glory. But until I have a physical form-" The Daemon cut themselves short, taking notice of a human idling nearby.

Perfect.

Or at the very least, better than nothing. The wisp of smoke darted towards the unwary Human, quick as a Viper hunting their prey. All the while the Daemon was hoping, praying, that the Human wouldn't notice their approach.

Only then could their real work begin.

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The City of Arnvista

Located on the Eastern Seaboard, the City of Arnvista is a bustling metropolis that boasts a population of 10 million. The site of Apex Implementations' Corporate Headquarters, the sprawling city is home to people from all walks of life As diverse in its architecture as it is in its people, the city gives across a patchwork feel, sleek and post-modern skyscrapers stand side by side with traditional centuries-old stonework. Despite this, Arnvista is by and large a modern and thriving city, supporting a wide variety of facilities from state of the art hospitals and expansive public libraries to its very own seaport. The city isn’t all high-rising neatness, however, and while being a very prosperous city, it still holds many problems and secrets beneath the shadow of the city's many skyscrapers.

Apex Implementations

CEO: Lorette Lècuyer.

Board of Directors: Russel Butler. Naomi Mekhdiev. Bohai Hao. Edgar Collins.

Major Subdivisions: Private Security. Weapons development and testing. Transport.

Owned Subsidiaries: Waylight Security. Lebadev Armaments. Northfarer Transport.

Apex Implementations, once called Apex Security Services, was founded 91 years ago by Ford Buckman. At the time, it was a small Private Security business, with a scant 38 employees headquartered in a single office. Since its inception, Apex Implementations has grown into an international Conglomerate and stands as a major force within the Corporate Sector. Apex Implementations is a large player in both Corporate and Private Sectors. Providing Security, Military Grade weaponry production, and Transportation. It has recently started to expand its weapons department, an ever-growing and evolving market in the World’s Economy.

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Lorette Lècuyer-Tasosael

Name: Lorette Lècuyer
Age: 35
Occupation: CEO of Apex Implementations.
Place of Residence: As far as everyone that knows her is aware, she sleeps under her desk.
Daemon: Tasosael
Appearance

Lorette


Tasosael


PERSONALITY

Lorette: Lorette Lècuyer is known to be both fiercely ambitious and intelligent, and at first glance seems to be rigid in her bearing and possesses a rather cool demeanor. Her voice is noticeably deep and her mere presence commands the respect of those under her. Past outward glances Lorette has proven to be both patient and kind, speaking openly with any that would ask for her time. She believes fully in the potential of others and takes great pains to nurture that potential to the fullest in all that serve under her. Many have found her presence to be both calming and reassuring, though there is a noticeable intensity in both her gaze and mannerisms. Despite her constant efforts to see her own ambitions brought to fruition, Lorette operates by a strict code of honor and conduct and has a strong dislike of underhanded tactics, something virtually unheard of in the Corporate Sector. However, due to both necessity for such behavior and Tasosael's own urging, Lorette often finds herself engaging in the same dirty tactics she despises due to their deep entrenchment in her type of business. This has become a moral dilemma for her and she often broods over it as a result.

Lorette, however, has no qualms in combating anyone that stands in the way of her ambitions, whatever they may be. Be it in the Boardroom, or if she's allowed to have her way, the Arena, anyone that disagrees with her is considered both an opponent and an obstacle to be removed in short order. Lorette cannot abide by failure, either personal or from her Employees and will cast aside anyone unable to prove their worth to her without a second thought. Apex Implementations has always, and will always be her driving force and only concern. Lorette works tirelessly to push the Company towards a brighter future and is more than willing to leave behind anyone she has deemed unfit to see it.

The Media has never been sure what to make of Lorette as she takes great pains to ensure her privacy, though more often than not she is framed as nothing more than a greed driven Corporate Executive. Lorette shrugs this off with, practiced measure, caring of the public's opinion of her only enough to remain in its good graces.

Tasosael: It is currently unknown how old Tasosael is, but he is rumored to have existed since the dawn of Human Civilization. Tasosael is not one for conversation and tends to be aloof, speaking only at length to Lorette and only to others when absolutely needed though he has proven to be very intelligent and well spoken. He has a particular interest in Human Politics and often wonders both aloud and privately how such a system might be applied to the masses of Daemons on Earth. These opinions are especially strange when his partnership with Lorette is taken into consideration and neither of them makes any effort to explain what they get out of it.

Like Lorette, Tasosael operates on a Code of Conduct, those his is not nearly as rigid as Lorette's. A fervent believer in War being the natural order, Tasosael craves combat in all forms, and looks for any and every opportunity to test his might. Tasosael can only make the distinction between those who are worthy, and those who are unworthy. Anyone claiming to have worth, should be ready and waiting to prove it at a moment's notice.

When he is not projecting a physical form, Tasosael retreats into the Tactical Sword that Lorette keeps tied at her hip.

History

How Lorette came to acquire Apex Implementations is crouched in both mystery and conjecture. Before taking the helm as the corporation's CEO, Apex had been a family owned business since the day of its inception. At some point before his death, the aging CEO David Buckley saw to it that all of the Company holdings and assets were turned over to Lorette the current CEO of the smaller Private Security Company, Waylight Security. In the process he passed over his four children, leaving them angry and confused. But none more so than his eldest son, Harlan Buckley. The ensuing legal battle was incredibly ugly, but Lorette never once faltered and was ultimately victorious.

Legally, the acquisition was airtight, and despite their digging, the Buckley family could not find a single loose end. On paper, all it seemed was that one CEO had passed his assets off to a qualified candidate within the same business as him.

Behind closed doors, the rumors only flew.

Lorette was both a stranger and an outsider. And never before had she been observed doing business with David Buckley. Her appearance around the time of his death and subsequently absconding with his business was a severe point of contention. Lorette was presumed everything from the dead man's Mistress to his Illegitimate Daughter and whatever could possibly lie between. Her silence on the matter only served to infuriate the Buckley Family even more.

And yet despite all this Apex Implementations only continued to grow and flourish under Lorette's guidance and remains a major force within the Corporate sector. Lorette's own company, Waylight Security is now the main subsidiary and has become the Security force within Apex while the business branches out into other avenues. David Buckley's family had long since grown silent, but some wonder if they might return again. David's eldest son, Harlan swore that he would one day take back from Lorette what she'd stolen from his family and has thus far not forgotten that promise despite having yet to act on it.

Lorette met Tasosael over 8 years ago while on a Business trip to China. It is currently unknown what transpired between the two of them while she was there, but an accord was met and the Daemon has not left her side ever since.

Rasteva

Rasteva is quite confident and self-assured as most of their kind tend to be, and rarely if ever doubts in themselves or their abilities. An exceptionally long existence has granted Rasteva with learning and experience unfathomable to shorter-lived races. This of course also comes a high degree of arrogance, though they feel it to be completely deserved as many Daemons are prone to. This has also led to Rasteva being exceptionally set in their own ways, and changing their opinion on nearly anything is a hard fought battle, and more often than not is a lost cause.

While not prone to starting fights or causing trouble for others, Rasteva can show a terrifying lack of empathy for anyone not deemed an immediate ally. The Daemon can be as ruthless in regular interaction as they are in combat, caring nothing for the motives or ideals of their opponents. Rasteva has no qualms about killing in the slightest, and won't even make excuses for doing so beyond that it was convenient for them to do so at the time. Rasteva will only ever act in a manner that is beneficial to them and their continued existence. To Rasteva the only thing that matters and will always matter is Rasteva. They make no pains to compare the lives of others to their own, as the Daemon's life is the only one worth considering and holds value immeasurable. Good and Evil are the same thing to the Daemon, and as such makes no effort to differentiate between the two. The only things that Rasteva makes any effort to distinguish from each other are things that can be made use of, and things that have no use at all. Anything found to be wholly useless is cast aside without a second thought.

Allister Schoen-Faendr

Age:33
Occupation: Personal Assistant to Lorette Lècuyer.
Place of Residence: Tuxedo Junction, considering all the time he spends there.
Daemon: Faendr

APPEARANCE
Allister


Faendr


PERSONALITY

Allister: Allister has known Lorette personally since he was a child. Allister carries himself with a great deal of refinement, though unlike Lorette, Allister tends to be more easygoing and approachable. Polite and affable, Allister enjoys conversation at length and will often invite others to Tea in order to engage in idle chatter. Allister has a deep appreciation for beautiful things and tends to be fastidious in the manner in which he dresses and conducts himself in public. This along with a particular charm tends to draw people to him like moths to a flame, though he doesn't mind. He would describe himself as 'charismatic' but close friends often refer to him as an attention whore. This coupled with his insistence on maintaining certain aesthetic causes Allister to bump heads with less than refined employees of Apex, and on more than one occasion Lorette has had to step in and reign in his behavior. Despite this Allister has nothing but the utmost respect in Lorette and trusts her wholeheartedly, and she returns this trust and respect in full.

Faendr: This Daemon takes on the form of a ghostly Stag, and indeed their passing is marked by an ethereal fog settling over the area. Like Allister, Faendr is overly concerned with keeping appearances and dignity. As such, Faendr strictly judges other Daemons based upon the physical forms that they choose to take and has no love for those deemed too hideous or unrefined for their company. Faendr can be somewhat stern and is rather standoffish towards anyone that isn't Allister. Unlike their Human partner, Faendr will not be seen speaking at great length with anyone over tea, though they do enjoy the attention of others especially any kind of praise. The Daemon enjoys being in the spotlight and showing off and so they will not be found turning down the opportunity to fight.

When they are not manifesting a physical form, Faendr resides in a Stag shaped pin on Allister's lapel.

HISTORY

Allister is a fervent believer in Lorette's ambitions and sees the introduction of Daemons into society as a step towards a bright and glorious future for Humanity as a whole. As such he is more than happy to enforce Lorette's will if it means bringing those that would stand in the way of this future to heel. His even temper and refined attitude would not cause one to immediately peg Allister as being combat oriented, nor does he carry and weaponry like other Apex employees and yet this does not make him any less dangerous. He and his Daemon are both of the opinion that fighting is not an act of violence, so much as it is an artful display meant to be observed by all. A display that Allister is more than happy give whether the recipient is willing or not.

Allister was born to working-class parents int he city of Arnvista and while their life was not particularly glamorous, the young boy did not want for anything. Despite this Allister dreamed of far more than what his humble beginnings afforded him. There were many nights that Allister would sit at his bedroom window and stare at the twinkling lights of Arnvista's many skyscrapers and wondered if there would come a day that he would shine as brightly.

It was during a trip to the park during a lovely Spring day that Allister met Faendr. The Boy was immediately drawn to the Stag's ethereal form and stunning presence, much to the Daemon's chagrin. Faendr attempted to shoo Allister away with little success as they boy promptly declared that they were friends. The Stag's irritation was somewhat alleviated by the boy's constant awe and assurances that Faendr was 'The prettiest Deer in the world!' and over time and after many daily visits, the Daemon came to tolerate Allister. The Boy's parents would laugh at Alliser's exclamations that he'd made friends with a ghostly Stag, thinking it nothing more than a child's overactive imagination.

Audrey Kinnaird-Sanzir

Name: Audrey Kinniard
Age:28
Occupation: Junior Security Officer, Apex Implementations.
Place of Residence: The Gym, bro.
Daemon: Sanzir

APPEARANCE
Audrey



Sanzir


PERSONALITY

Audrey: Hot-Blooded and unyielding, Audrey Kinnaird is a force to be reckoned with on and off the battlefield. The woman's crass manner is abrasive to many, but those that truly know her speak highly of her loyalty and unwavering conviction. Audrey is significantly more casual in manner and behavior than her coworkers, often not bothering with honorifics or titles. Because of this, she is by far the most approachable of her team. She is loud to talk and quick to boast, and even quicker to come to blows with those that have wronged her. Audrey has always preferred to punch first and ask questions later, much to the chagrin of her superiors. But her heart has always been in the right place, and the woman's actions are always motivated by the desire to do right by those around her.

True to form, Audrey is a fighter at heart and is always looking for a means to test her strength. Audrey is well versed in several Martial Arts and when she utilizes Sanzir's ever burning flames, she is capable of delivering devastating unarmed strikes with hands and feet wreathed in fire.

Sanzir: Sanzir, much like Audrey is very friendly and they are quite empathetic to others. A chatterbox to the core, the large bird will talk to anyone and everyone, regardless of if they're listening or not. Sanzir is best described as a 'creature driven by emotion' and they feel very strongly about many things. Never one to do anything halfway, Sanzir fully believes that if one gives all that they are, others will do so in return. This is very well illustrated in their personal bond with their Human partner. Sanzir understands Audrey in a way no one else can and vice versa. They play best off of each other's feelings in the midst of battle, and such is their connection that Sanzir does not require verbal commands or even gestures to understand what Audrey requires of them.

When they are not manifesting their physical form, Sanzir retreats into a tattoo on Audrey's back that depicts a Phoenix with wings outstretched.

HISTORY

Audrey is a fairly recent hire of Apex implementations, joining only a scant year and a half ago. She caught Lorette's eye during a particularly grueling MMA Title Match and though Audrey's spirit burned brightly that day, she was ultimately defeated. While Audrey was rather despondent about the loss, Lorette saw in the younger woman great promise and even greater power. Never one to miss out on a profitable opportunity, the CEO was quick to bring Audrey on board and had her placed directly under the watchful eye of her Chief of Security as an intern. Since then Audrey has been promoted to a Junior Officer, and answers to the Chief of Security and in the event of his absence, his Lieutenant.

Nikhil Bhattacharya-Eson

Name:Nikhil Bhattacharya
Age:36
Occupation: Head of Research and Development. Apex Implementations.
Place of Residence: Studio Apartment within the Business District.
Daemon: Eson

APPEARANCE

Nikhil(Unmasked)


Nikhil(Masked)


Eson

PERSONALITY

Nikhil: Nikhil is a soft-spoken man and is not one to be overly emotional. He does, however, tend to ramble on excitedly when speaking about his points of interest, and will easily talk the ear off of anyone that will listen. Nikhil's research into Daemons and all corresponding technology keeps him very busy and he has little time for socializing. Though he is well mannered and polite, Nikhil can be overwhelmingly blunt to the point of rudeness and on more than one occasion has a joke flown completely over his head. Despite this, or because of it, other members of Lorette's core team can often be seen coming and going from Nikhil's Lab to bother him. These spontaneous visits would irritate him greatly at first, but over the years he has grown accustomed to them and now enjoys them a great deal though he'd never openly admit it.

Nikhil is not a combatant by his own choice, though when he was first hired Lorette did stress the importance of learning the ins and outs of Daemon battling to better understand them. Since then Nikhil has become better versed in fighting alongside a Daemon, though he and his partner prefer to operate in a defensive manner rather than go on the offensive.

The Visor that Nikhil wears was specifically created to better track the separate movements of Eson's 20 arms as doing so without it leaves him disoriented and sometimes makes him ill. The Visor is indispensable both in and out of battle, as it feeds the Engineer a constant stream of data from his surroundings and aids in his research and as such he is rarely seen out of it.

Eson: An oddity even by the standards of Daemons, Eson is known to be both infuriatingly vague and prone to overwhelming others with mountains of information at the same time. Like Nikhil, Eson is remarkably brilliant and seeks knowledge unheard of before. Eson is like most Daemons in that all they know about Humanity comes from strict observation over a long period of time. When Humanity and Daemons first came together in an effort to gain a better understanding of each other, Eson was very excited, eager to finally gain a hands-on understanding of Humans. It is for this reason that they work so well with Nikhil and eagerly answers all the man's questions so long as he answers theirs in turn. Together the two of them have made massive strides towards better bridging the gap between their two species and are constantly working towards building a bright future for both Humans and Daemonkind

As far as appearances go, Eson rests at the upper limits of Humanity's ability to comprehend the incomprehensible. Eson possesses 20 humanoid arms, each one moving and acting of its own accord and claims that manifesting any more would render any Human that looked upon them completely mad.

Like Nikhil, Eson does not engage in combat often and devotes their time to study and research alongside their Human partner, only fighting to garner information used to further the pair's study on the capabilities on Daemons in general. In battle, Eson uses their many limbs to grapple opponents and deflect strikes rather than outwardly attacking. Their vast number of limbs are also disorienting to Human opponents, and their constant movements can be disorienting as Humans cannot focus on each one separately.

When they are not manifesting a physical form, Eson retreats into the Visor that Nikhil is often seen wearing. If not that, Eson will retreat into a simple Tungsten ring that Nikhil wears on his right hand.

HISTORY

A brilliant Mechanical Engineer and self-proclaimed Daemon enthusiast, Nikhil Bhattacharya heads the Research and Development division of Apex Implementations. Nikhil was not always an employee of Apex Implementations, and at one point even worked for one of their competitors. This all changed however when Lorette made contact with the man, revealing to him the existence of Daemons, and Nikhil's interest in them was both immediate and all-consuming. Sensing an opportunity to delve into one of the greatest mysteries ever set before Humankind and attain knowledge unheard of, Nikhil resigned from his current position and immediately signed on with Apex Implementations. The power offered by Daemons intrigued the man greatly, and he saw within Lorette the opportunity to be at the forefront of any of Humanity's advancements made in their regard. The CEO knew in full that Nikhil would accept her offer, having already been aware of his work beforehand, and knowing that he was prone to a certain mysticism, an oddity within the scientific field.

While Lorette might have been enthralled with Nikhil's work and enthusiasm, her Chief of Security was not and he openly questioned where Nikhil's loyalties might lay. His brilliance was obvious and Richard knew full well how much of an asset the man would be to Lorette, but Richard wondered if one day Nikhil might betray her in turn as he was so quick to leave his last employer without a backward glance.

Nikhil swore to Lorette that all he desired was to continue his life's work and to hopefully usher in a new age of technology through the study of Daemons, seeing this as the single greatest opportunity that he would ever receive in his life. Swearing lifelong fealty to Lorette and that he had no desire to work anywhere else, Nikhil has remained with Apex ever since, always under the watchful eye of Richard
The Engineer dove into his new work immediately and with a newfound vigor. Under his direction, the R&D Department has flourished, and Nikhil has made great strides in the field of Daemon Technologies. He is responsible for the advancements that allow for the scanning and containment of Daemons, technology that is becoming more and more necessary with each passing day. With the help of his Daemon partner Eson, Nikhil has delved into the sea of mysteries that surround Daemonkind and strives every day to delve ever deeper. His enthusiasm on the matter is always a note of concern for the Chief of Security, however, and Richard worries that Nikhil would go so far as to sell his own soul if it meant uncovering the secrets of Daemonkind.

Richard Solberg-Afnet

Name: Richard Solberg
Age: 44
Occupation: Chief of Security. Apex Implementations
Place of Residence: Like Lorette, he probably sleeps in his office.
Daemon: Afnet

APPEARANCE

Richard


Afnet


PERSONALITY

Richard: Tall, deep-voiced and foreboding, Richard Solberg cuts an imposing figure; as to be expected from the man bearing the title of Chief of Security at Apex Implementations. Richards maintains a stern and commanding presence within the offices of Apex HQ, a veritable army of Officers at his beck and call. The everyday stresses of Richard's work are not overly evident to many, as the man is nigh unflappable, to the point that it's become a running joke within the office. "The building could literally burst into flames, and Richard wouldn't even bat an eye." is a favored joke, but it seems to hold some bit of truth. No one can ever recall in recent history, a point in which Richard has become visibly upset. Despite almost always seeming irritable, Richard maintains a rather cool demeanor in the face of disaster and seems to view even the wost of problems as nothing more than minor inconveniences. Many assume that this stems from years of Military training and service, though Richard is quick to assure any that care to listen that he simply cannot afford to lose his temper with so many people relying on him.

Gruff demeanor aside, Richard is a man of kindness and empathy and takes great strides to get to know the people that serve under him. Preferring to cultivate bonds of loyalty and trust with his subordinates, rather than the detachment that his Service drilled into him years prior. Richard is a man that leaves his door and ears open to any that need it, even while he works diligently to maintain the safety and security of the building and all that reside in it.

A perceptive and cunning individual, it is said that there is nothing that escapes Richard's gaze. While this has earned him the respect and admiration of his subordinates, Richard's unwillingness to allow any that have roused his ire to escape his grasp is a source of fear for any that would oppose him. The Chief of Security is not one to release any prey that he has managed to capture, and will chase his quarry into Pits of Hell if need be.

Afnet: A strange creature to be sure, Afnet's many heads and voices provide a constant source of confusion for all that come in contact with them. A lover of pranks and jokes, Afnet has a tendency to pop out of walls and floors, startling people for amusement. As to be expected of a creature with seven heads Afnet talks a great deal and is a source of near constant headaches for Richard. Their snake-like necks always twisting and turning, seeming ready to coil around anyone that draws too close, the Daemon's armored scales and massive fangs strike terror into many that gaze upon them, but it is Afnet's many voices that are the true danger.

Capable of mimicking any voice that they hear, the Daemon has drawn many to their doom by pretending to be a friend or loved one. Afnet's necks can stretch to a great length, significantly more than the length of their projected form, often bringing forth the question of how big Afnet truly is. This allows Afnet to be in places that they conceivably should not be and they act as Richard's eyes and ears, relaying information back to the man and allowing him to move in and strike.

Afnet and Richard are at their most dangerous, however, when they create music together.

The Chief of Security constantly carries a Guitar Case with him, the instrument inside being where Afnet resides when they are not manifesting a physical form. When Richard strums one of the six strings on the guitar, one of Afnet's heads begins to sing. The potency and frequency of these songs vary based on how Richard chooses to play but they can have a variety of effects. The songs are capable of bolstering the strength of allies that hear them, causing Daemon and Human alike to fight with renewed fervor. More often than not, however, the songs are used to incite despair and terror with Richard's opponents. The Chief of Security will play six different notes, causing six of Afnet's heads to sing, pinning their quarry in place in a state of fear.

The Seventh head then strikes.

HISTORY

Richard did not always have the distinction of serving as Apex's Chief of Security, having served in the United States Military for years prior to his employment there. Richard's Military history is not particularly decorated or notable, his career being rather normal for men of his age within the service. He did not gain much notice until he returned to civilian life and began work in the Private Security sector. Noted for both his commitment and tenacity, Richard's ability to foresee, and subsequently stave off danger seemed almost supernatural at times. This did not escape Lorette Lècuyer's notice, the woman always eager to find talent wherever it might flourish and claim it for her own.

Neither did it escape the notice of the Daemon Tasosael.

In truth Afnet and Tasosael held a history that went on farther back than the dawn of Humanity, their fates intertwined from a single point long before Lorette and Richard were even alive. It took little urging from Tasosael to bring Richard aboard, and he has served as her Chief of Security since that day.

Richard met Afnet 20 years ago under mysterious circumstances, though on one occasion Richard described the event as "A young fool making a deal with the Devil."

Matsuko Oshiro-Sagaron

Name: Matsuko Oshiro
Age: 33
Occupation: Lieutenant Security Officer. Apex Implementations.
Place of Residence: She has a nice apartment in the Entertainment District like the Hipster she is.
Daemon: Sagaron

APPEARANCE

Matsuko


Sagaron

PERSONALITY

Matsuko: An energetic and clever woman, Matsuko serves as the Lieutenant Security Officer and Richard's 2nd in command. Where Richard maintains a stern air about him, Matsuko is both cheery and sharp-tongued. The woman is prone to flinging barbed insults towards any that would rouse her ire to the point that Subordinates will flee the area should she be observed to be in a foul mood. Matsuko is infamous for drilling Apex's security forces to exhaustion, demanding excellence from each and every one of them. A lifelong practitioner of Kendo, Matsuko can often be seen in the HQ gym training alone or with Lorette. Like the CEO, Matsuko keeps a sword and scabbard tied to her hip.

If Richard represents the eyes and ears of Apex, Matsuko bears the teeth and claws. She meets any and all opposition with a surprising level of ferocity, and like her superior Matsuko is unwilling to release any prey caught in her grasp. Her pugnacious attitude can come off abrasive to many, but none that have met her can doubt Matsuko's skill in battle, nor her commitment to her work. She gets on surprisingly well with Audrey, despite the two women butting heads more often than not. Much to the chagrin of Richard, the two of them have the habit of combining their efforts to annoy him and are often subject to stern lectures from him.

While eager to see the future that Lorette wishes to bring to pass, Matsuko holds a great deal of skepticism. Not for the CEO or her ambitions, but of the idea that any would be worthy to see it. She remains silent on the manner, doing as she instructed, but Matsuko holds no qualms about disposing of any that are deemed unfit to see the future ushered in by Apex, and will gladly dispose of anyone deemed unworthy with the efficiency and brutality that she has come to be known for.

Sagaron: Despite his otherwise fearsome appearance, Sagaoron is a very mild mannered Daemon. He speaks softly as if worried that he may frighten others and keeps close proximity to Matsuko at all times. The Daemon has a habit of 'swimming' through floors, walls, and ceilings to get from place to place, but will pull himself on land and propel himself forward with powerful limbs. Much like the Orcas that he resembles, Sagaron is very curious and will playfully bat and nudge objects that garner his interest. Unfortunately for foes, this behavior extends to battle and the Daemon is prone to playing with any prey that he catches. Sagaron operates will in conjunction with Afnet. The many-headed Daemon will scour the area for potential prey and direct Sagaron towards it. Sagaron's ability to attack from seemingly anywhere makes him a fearsome combatant, and he is favored for his ability to get the jump on the opposition with minimal effort.

When he is not projecting a physical form, Sagaron resides within the sword that Matsuko keeps with her.

HISTORY(WIP)

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Matsuko's service to Apex Implementations is somewhat distinguished, the woman quickly setting herself apart from the rest from day one. Her aggressive manner, and willingness to rise to any and all challenges quickly boosted her to the ranks where she eventually settled as 2nd in command to Richard where she has remained ever since.