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Name: Ashley "Ashe" Mercier

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Year: 3rd

Dicsipline: Illusions

Bio: Ashe was born and raised in the French quarter of New Orleans, the first son of a fortune teller and a gambler, he had carved a way for himself by hustling tourist and making whatever he can in the gulf. Ashe first learned that he had been called to Brokmarts while trying to con a man by doing some simple card tricks, however when he went to reveal the card, he draws the Joker, a card he knew was not in his deck, yet there it was, and with the mark walking away with his money unmolested, on the back of his Joker, was the address and a name, Brokmarts.
As it happened, the location was in Brooklyn, unable to pass a chance at embracing the magic of things, he only had to mention it to his mother before she was encouraging him to chase destiny. The trip was not too terrible, greyhounds run everywhere after all, and people were willing to bet some money of the trip, that or snacks.
Brokmarts at first was a disappointment, a seemingly unassuming little bookstore, he couldn't have gotten the deck from this place, but what was that Joker doing there, this place had to be something. As he entered the building the man behind the counter asked for his invitation, Ashe handed him the Joker and was led into the academy proper, now things were starting to pick up. The testing began, a stern woman conducted the majority but at the end of it all, they accepted him into their Illusory program.

Applicant: Ashley Mercier

Problem solving: Applicant proved extremely capable of creative maneuvering.

Ethics/Morals: Applicant shows a certain lack of moral integrity, when given opportunities to assist other for minimal benefit he often chooses to ignore it.

Magical Aptitude: Applicant show slightly above average aptitude, unless his slight of hand was better than I thought.

Learning speed: Applicant shows great mental elasticity, his history with cardistry and sleight of hand proved to be of his benefit.

Teamwork:Applicant was willing to work alongside others, though often it seemed only when he had more to gain than if he went alone. there is promise, but does need improvement.


Milo Ventri





Sploosh.


Milo closed the reel on his fishing rod, the water a bit choppy by the shop, the wooden sign of the Final Round Armory swaying behind him up the bank. Milo wondered at this point whether or not he was actually going to catch anything today as it was, he had been out there since dawn, but as of now, close to noon, he has lost most of the good bait he brought and has caught nothing good.

"For heavens sake.... How can I live by the damned ocean and still never catch anything."

Milo just sat shaking his head as he waited for the line to tug, only interrupted when he felt his cell vibrating in his pocket. Milo pulls out the phone and answers without even looking to see who it was, assuming it must be Paige calling for him.

"Please tell me you aren't in a rush, I just set my line." He smirked figuring that would ruffle a feather or two, however the voice on the other end of the line set him up straight as it came though.

"Wow, fishing, classic. You know, if I was Paige, who I assume you figured this was, I would probably tell you to get off your ass and put that hillbilly truck in gear.... But I'm not so what's biting." The feminine voice chimed as Milo relaxed himself and chuckled at the retort. His ex Ana, and Paiges friend, she had only recently began talking to Milo again.

"First off, I know I told you I upgraded my truck, and second, I haven't even caught a cold." Milo sat there chit chatting for a bit, it must be morning back in Delta where she is. "Don't you have work or something, shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"Yeah I suppose, couldn't help but give you a ribbing, it's always too easy. Tell Paige I love her. okay?"

"Maybe, if I feel like it." Milo lit a cigarette, as he tried to handle the rod, the phone and the lighter. Just as he is about to say something further, he feels a hard tug on the line, and tries to jerk at the fish. "Aww Hell!" He pulls hard and realizes too late that he had let go of the phone and lighter, realizing the mistake he tosses the rod to try and catch the phone. He succeeded in only catching the last bit of the phone call before the phone hit the water, all he heard was laughing. Milo stood and looked to where he tossed his rod which was now pulled ten yards into the water, his phone disappearing as well, he stooped down and picked up his lighted that miraculously did not fall into the ocean, lit a new cigarette and just walked back to his dockside workshop, shaking his head.
Mind if I set this here, would like to join if possible.



Hey all, Posting this heads up in here in case anyone in the mix isn't aware, I was the original player of Milo Ventri, Huge thanks to Pilatus for keeping him moving while I dealt with real life and it's fully automatic turmoil rifle. I am going to be taking him back over for the rest of the chapter however, and glad to be back in the City.

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| Vincent Folsom | | 23 | | Male |

| Subject | | Hetero |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ #940 : |




ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Subject #940 is a young man, mid twenties, dark of hair, blue eyes. He is at the average height for males of his ethnicity, 6'0", and weighed one hundred and eighty four pounds pre surgery. Post surgery, he was weighed again at one hundred and seventy six pounds, weight was regain steadily as the 940 became accustomed to maneuvering the experimental appendage. The subject has managed to bond well with the appendage, at first we believed that the metallic alloys would cause rejection or that the electromagnetic field would destabilize the nervous system, however the new right arm seems to have been a complete success.




ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, his admittance to the program was an interesting one, local authorities had him in custody, he had been stealing car keys. Normally, petty theft was not a qualifier for experimentation however the method in which he had done so left us wanting to try something and figured it was almost poetic to allow him to be the subject. The method was intriguing, he had wired a car battery to a rod, and essentially created an electromagnet. The creation wasn't anything extraordinary however the use of it was however, he would use it to pluck keys from pockets and purses. The subject was only caught when he got greedy, he activated the device in a crowded area and ripped several piercing from nearby civilians. Needless to say when faced with criminal charges or assist in our tests, he jumped at it, though, I hope he fails again, this time bigger though.




ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ / ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s
↳ Subject #940, this subject has been outfitted with a biomechanical right arm, this arm has been the center focus of a majority of the testing cycles. As of this writing we have equipped the subject with essentially a large electromagnet, however, this has proved to be a trying event, his mastery and control of the arm has grown rapidly, library time should be limited, the more he learns about magnets the more dangerous he is becoming. All personnel should also be advised, while #940 is uninhibited no electronic devices should be allowed within twenty feet, he has a habit of emitting an EMP that will try a laptop, pencils are available.




ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, he has shown that he has a great deal of resoucefulness, his less than savory background seems to be the spice of that, however that has proven to also make him quite sociopathic, he is a pathological liar and shows little to no remorse when manipulating others. This trait extends as well to kleptomania, the subject can usually be found carrying at least one or two stolen objects, be it something as mundane as a few cents, to the rookies I.D. badge. When the subject is given free reign, it would be advised to check your pockets.

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| Vincent Folsom | | 23 | | Male |

| Subject | | Hetero |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ #940 : |




ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Subject #940 is a young man, mid twenties, dark of hair, blue eyes. He is at the average height for males of his ethnicity, 6'0", and weighed one hundred and eighty four pounds pre surgery. Post surgery, he was weighed again at one hundred and seventy six pounds, weight was regain steadily as the 940 became accustomed to maneuvering the experimental appendage. The subject has managed to bond well with the appendage, at first we believed that the metallic alloys would cause rejection or that the electromagnetic field would destabilize the nervous system, however the new right arm seems to have been a complete success.




ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, his admittance to the program was an interesting one, local authorities had him in custody, he had been stealing car keys. Normally, petty theft was not a qualifier for experimentation however the method in which he had done so left us wanting to try something and figured it was almost poetic to allow him to be the subject. The method was intriguing, he had wired a car battery to a rod, and essentially created an electromagnet. The creation wasn't anything extraordinary however the use of it was however, he would use it to pluck keys from pockets and purses. The subject was only caught when he got greedy, he activated the device in a crowded area and ripped several piercing from nearby civilians. Needless to say when faced with criminal charges or assist in our tests, he jumped at it, though, I hope he fails again, this time bigger though.




ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ / ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s
↳ Subject #940, this subject has been outfitted with a biomechanical right arm, this arm has been the center focus of a majority of the testing cycles. As of this writing we have equipped the subject with essentially a large electromagnet, however, this has proved to be a trying event, his mastery and control of the arm has grown rapidly, library time should be limited, the more he learns about magnets the more dangerous he is becoming. All personnel should also be advised, while #940 is uninhibited no electronic devices should be allowed within twenty feet, he has a habit of emitting an EMP that will try a laptop, pencils are available.




ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, he has shown that he has a great deal of resoucefulness, his less than savory background seems to be the spice of that, however that has proven to also make him quite sociopathic, he is a pathological liar and shows little to no remorse when manipulating others. This trait extends as well to kleptomania, the subject can usually be found carrying at least one or two stolen objects, be it something as mundane as a few cents, to the rookies I.D. badge. When the subject is given free reign, it would be advised to check your pockets.
I was gonna pass on this until I moused over the letters, now I'm interested.
this isn't full yet is it?
Milo Ventri






Milo stood dumbfounded, what in the living hell just happened? Victoria literally just blamed him for everything, said he kicked her out into the cold, he had done no such thing, nothing remotely close, he had treated her like a princess, he merely had an issue with police that he didn't want her listening to but never forced her away. When Maria came and swooped in to pull Victoria away he almost didn't care, this family was insane, manipulative assholes. He watched as they left and then just shook his head to clear it before snagging a glass of scotch from a waiter, not caring who he was taking it to and walked back to Paige.

Milo sat down and finished the drink, before looking over to Paige, his mind unable to even process what happened well. He looked like he was going to say something for a moment before just shaking his head, reaching over and pulling Paige's chin toward him before kissing her, right in front of everyone, no holding back. When he pulled away, he could only smile, "I'm so glad you found me." he said before going back to the dinner. There was no way that Victoria was ever going to change, he had walked up to her upset that she had left him for he other guy, but now after seeing how she could be so delusional, he was just glad that it wasn't his kid inside her, and for the first time in a while he didn't feel angry about it, he, in one conversation, was able to see every reason why he was the one that came out on top, no amount of money could make someone happier than he will be with Paige.





Ana Harlowe






Ana sat in the living room of her apartment, she was trying to finish a book that she had borrowed from the library recently when he phone rang. She looked at the name and saw the name of her fencing instructor, it was a little late for her to be calling however that would only mean that there was big news.

"Hey Nat, what's going on?" she answered as she put the phone to her ear.

"They have finally revealed the location for the qualifiers, get your bags, talk with your employer, you have a trip to Sol city to plan." the heavy french accent on the other side of the line rang through excitedly.

Ana thanked her instructor and hung up and furiously tried to dial Paige, however the line just rang, so she hung up and tried again, no answer. When the recording allowed, she went ahead and left a message on the phone. "Paige, you are never going to believe this, I'm coming to Sol! The national qualifier is going to be held their this year, so my instructor and the club I am in are going to send me there, you have to show me around when I get there, I will make sure to let you know as soon as I do when I will be coming but it will have to be soon. Oh! Also, if you don't mind, can you ask Milo if he would be willing to make a new competition saber... I would ask myself... you understand. Call me tomorrow and we can talk more." and just as she finished the recording ends.

Ana set the phone down and thought for a moment, she could call Milo, she knew his phone wasn't off or on silent, but even still, they had only spoke a few times since Paige's attack, she wasn't really sure how to proceed with it all, she and Milo were done, and Paige seemed to have something good going, but she knew Milo may have some lingering feelings and as much as she didn't think he would do anything, it was still weird, maybe she wasn't as over him as she thought.

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