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Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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What is the technology like in this? What tools and weapons does Phoenix Squad have to battle the demon threat?
“I ain’t special.” Kurt said a somber look in his eye. He took a seat. “Drunk father, drug addict mother,” he said matter of factly. “I ain’t special. I ain’t ever been special. I ain’t ever going to be special.” He could feel something building up inside of him. How had Talia spoken so much, but not actually said anything. He still didn’t know where he was, or why he was there.
“In my experience, when an offical tells you, you don’t need a lawyer, you almost always want a lawyer.” He stood up. “Look, you got the wrong guy. I ain’t special, I ain’t gonna have some awakening.” He moved to the door. “Now, can I please get back to my shitty life, living in my shitty trailer, drinking shitty beer?”
“Yeah.” He said sitting back down. “And where is this place?” He looked around. He had been in prison a few times, and this didn’t seem like that. “What is this place?” Part of him wanted to tense up. To fight. To get out of here. Get back to where he was familiar. Though he fought that urge. Knowing that it would only make things worse. Looking around, he knew there must be rooms worse than this.
“I know my rights. I want a lawyer.” He was smart enough to know that when it came to these things, it would be best to seek legal counsel. He hadn’t been to court, and wasn’t charged with anything. Not yet. “Why am I here?”
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Kurt Hackman woke up in a cell. He wasn’t really sure where he was. His head pounded. I’m the groggy first moments of consciousness, he thought he had just gotten drunk again. Made a fool of himself and wound up in the drunk tank again.
As he came back to his senses, he realised he didn’t recognise this cell. That’s when his heart dropped. His mind racing. His chest tightening. What had he done? It must have been something serious to wind up locked in an actual cell. Had he hurt someone?
Questions flooded through his mind. “Hey.” He called out. Standing up and walking over to the door. “I want a lawyer.”

Name: Kurt Hackman
Age: 27
Home: Phoenix, Arizona
Profession: Transient
Any relevant details: Kurt Hackman was dealt the best cards in life. His parents divorced early. Father fell into alcoholism and mother into drugs. So he grew up getting any work he could get. Some of it not always legal. He didn’t break the law because he was a bad person, he just didn’t see that he had another choice. When he turned 22, he found himself a wife, and settled in Phoenix after traveling since he was 16. A year later his wife had a miscarriage, and six months after that, she killed her self. He wallowed in self pity, seeking solace in the bottom of a glass, but when his powers emerged, he figured he could do some good. He promised himself to be sober, and to be the hero the world deserves.
Souls:
StarKiller
Tony Stark
Deslin Rowe

Name: Kurt Hackman
Age: 27
Home: Phoenix, Arizona
Profession: Transient
Any relevant details: Kurt Hackman was dealt the best cards in life. His parents divorced early. Father fell into alcoholism and mother into drugs. So he grew up getting any work he could get. Some of it not always legal. He didn’t break the law because he was a bad person, he just didn’t see that he had another choice. When he turned 22, he found himself a wife, and settled in Phoenix after traveling since he was 16. A year later his wife had a miscarriage, and six months after that, she killed her self. He wallowed in self pity, seeking solace in the bottom of a glass, but when his powers emerged, he figured he could do some good. He promised himself to be sober, and to be the hero the world deserves.
Souls:
StarKiller
Tony Stark
Deslin Rowe

Cornelius Pendergrass entered the main hall. The old wizard looking around. Cornelius was known, at least in passing by nearly all the lands. A traveling scholar, if a little unorthadox. Which is exactly what made him the perfect disguise. Most people had heard of the esteemed Cornelius Pendergrass, but few had ever really met him. He is one of the greatest scholars of the ages, with most libraries housing more than a few of his works. “Good evening. Good evening.” Cornelius Pendergrass said as he stepped forward with a curt bow. “My Lord, if you are offering any room in the castle, where shall you sleep?”
Have our characters grown up with their past lives’ powers, or is it something of a recent emergence.
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