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Ordnance

Name: Edith Elwood
Alias:Ordnance
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Species: Human (with few minor cybernetic enhancements. Not enough to differentiate though).
Precautions:A chip that could cause Edi's powers to pull her own blood from her body, killing herself through inordinate exsanguination.

Personality:
Edith's primarily a very quiet woman. Preferring to respond to most questions with a nod or shake of her head. She is pretty quiet, and kind of an asshole - but she isn't horribly pessimistic. She has a positive outlook on life, assuming that any time spent with friends is time well spent. This would be easier, if not for Edith's being an asshole as previously mentioned, but y'know - we all try.

Still, Edith does generally have a smile on her face. She tends to take it pretty easy until someone forces her take things more seriously. Once convinced however, Edith resembles a machien more than a human. On missions or life and death endeavours in general Edith can be seen as something of a loose cannon as far as where the violence is allocated. However, her cold calculation often attempts to avoid any meaningless death. She is certainly willing to take risks that most would not however. Like pulling her own blood when necessary to get the drop on someone. It's a risk absolutely, but in that way she is never truly unarmed - a dangerous trait for someone as willing to to harm as Edith.

She tends to be uninterested in things like romance or eating for pleasure, instead just drinking a simple protein shake or other supplemental diet when she can to avoid unnecessary planning or complications. She's somewhat boring in that regard. However she does really enjoy musicals.

Abilities: Molecular Repurposing: By reaching her hand into any given surface, Edith is able to pull a weapon from it composed of the base components that were reached into. If she were to reach into a concrete sidewalk she could pull a concrete spear from it, for example. This process is somewhat draining, it can be accomplished approximately ten times a day before attempting to perform this will trap her arm in that substance, severing it. It is a level of risk absolutely not worth the attempt. The weapons can be as advance as a common handgun, however it is obviously impossible to create something function like a firearm out of most substances, like wood, or stone. As such Edith prefers to create simple weaponry like daggers, swords, or polearms. The weapon is created from what she is coming into physical contact with, however, meaning that she has to take from the source. That being said she can repurpose the molecules as the name of the ability suggests. Meaning that she could create ice from water, or even crystallize blood should she try. However, what she takes is truly taken. Should she try to use blood, anything more than a small dagger could gravely wound whoever she takes from as they could absolutely die from a lack of blood.

Appearance:
Edith has a thin but fairly muscular frame. She is a tall woman standing at around 6 feet and 2 inches, she strikes a fairly imposing figure. More to this point her eyes shimmer a fantastical blue due to the fact that they are implants. Implants that have the ability to record things seen and play it back at a later date. As far as clothing goes, Edith is typically seen in a somewhat formfitting but ultimately utilitarian bodysuit that does not dampen any physicallity that might be required from someone that fights with such unconventional weaponry. She also tends to wear a white jacket on top of that because she isn't going to just ignore fashion.

History:

Edith was born to a family of scientists - those who looked to use her abilities to the best of their pursuits. This began simply enough with tests that were fairly regulated – in order to not get in the way of a young girl’s early life. At this age Edith was fully of energy and, for some reason, extremely interested in giraffes - she was young okay?

Regardless Edith started out with being pretty okay with the testing they did. It wasn’t long before her parents had created a fairly accurate scientific method for what Edith was capable of doing, by literally reaching into solid substances and pulling just about anything she imagined out she was capable of some seriously impressive feats. However, her parents wanted more. She could quite possible be capable of insurmountable feats. For example, she could have become an accomplished surgeon, able to take cancer cells and remove them, or perhaps someone who handled disarming bombs. Taking key components from them and disarming them.

However, Edith was not prepared for that level of stress. Her parents were not prepared to let her surrender, however. It started small – she wasn’t allowed to read her giraffe books until after completing their tests and lessons. After she grew disinterested in giraffes it turned to leaving the house. Once Edith lost interest in that they upped it to eating meals. Once Edith started to fast it was drinking water. Until Edith had enough, she stopped trying to entertain their scientific pursuits and started to plan her escape from that horrible place.

But her parents knew better than to give their daughter freedom of thought – or the opportunity to escape. It was then that they revealed to her that they had removed her eyes at the age of 2 and replaced them with implants that stored all video they recorded. Her plans were discovered and Edith was… Disciplined.

It was at that point that Edith, caged like an animal by her own parents in the pursuit of creating something she was not knew that she would have to fight her way out. So she did. She waited until tests were about to start back up again – it was when she was as well rested as she could be, and she fought for her life. She ripped a bloody knife out of her arm, created from crystallized blood and threatened her parents. She worried about her implants, if they had put another in her for controlling her even further – however as far as she could tell they either decided against using it, or simply didn’t think to put one in. As she ran away she glanced back – if only because one some level, they were still her parents.

They looked hurt, in an honest sort of way that she hadn’t seen before from them. She was glad. She didn’t want to hurt them, but she had stabbed her father with her own blood. It was a sort of ironic moment that felt as though it belonged in some kind work of literature. Yet, there she was, scared and alone, running for her life. It was only a few years later that she turned herself in to New Horizon in order to be sent to the academy.


Notes:
Edith is fairly silent in all aspects. But when she does speak she has a deeper intonation similar to something similar to an authority figure.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Ditto to that! Here's Ordnance for your approval or otherwise!

Ordnance

Name: Edith Elwood
Alias:Ordnance
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Species: Human (with few minor cybernetic enhancements. Not enough to differentiate though).
Precautions:A chip that could cause Edi's powers to pull her own blood from her body, killing herself through inordinate exsanguination.

Personality:
Edith's primarily a very quiet woman. Preferring to respond to most questions with a nod or shake of her head. She is pretty quiet, and kind of an asshole - but she isn't horribly pessimistic. She has a positive outlook on life, assuming that any time spent with friends is time well spent. This would be easier, if not for Edith's being an asshole as previously mentioned, but y'know - we all try.

Still, Edith does generally have a smile on her face. She tends to take it pretty easy until someone forces her take things more seriously. Once convinced however, Edith resembles a machien more than a human. On missions or life and death endeavours in general Edith can be seen as something of a loose cannon as far as where the violence is allocated. However, her cold calculation often attempts to avoid any meaningless death. She is certainly willing to take risks that most would not however. Like pulling her own blood when necessary to get the drop on someone. It's a risk absolutely, but in that way she is never truly unarmed - a dangerous trait for someone as willing to to harm as Edith.

She tends to be uninterested in things like romance or eating for pleasure, instead just drinking a simple protein shake or other supplemental diet when she can to avoid unnecessary planning or complications. She's somewhat boring in that regard. However she does really enjoy musicals.

Abilities: Molecular Repurposing: By reaching her hand into any given surface, Edith is able to pull a weapon from it composed of the base components that were reached into. If she were to reach into a concrete sidewalk she could pull a concrete spear from it, for example. This process is somewhat draining, it can be accomplished approximately ten times a day before attempting to perform this will trap her arm in that substance, severing it. It is a level of risk absolutely not worth the attempt. The weapons can be as advance as a common handgun, however it is obviously impossible to create something function like a firearm out of most substances, like wood, or stone. As such Edith prefers to create simple weaponry like daggers, swords, or polearms. The weapon is created from what she is coming into physical contact with, however, meaning that she has to take from the source. That being said she can repurpose the molecules as the name of the ability suggests. Meaning that she could create ice from water, or even crystallize blood should she try. However, what she takes is truly taken. Should she try to use blood, anything more than a small dagger could gravely wound whoever she takes from as they could absolutely die from a lack of blood.

Appearance:
Edith has a thin but fairly muscular frame. She is a tall woman standing at around 6 feet and 2 inches, she strikes a fairly imposing figure. More to this point her eyes shimmer a fantastical blue due to the fact that they are implants. Implants that have the ability to record things seen and play it back at a later date. As far as clothing goes, Edith is typically seen in a somewhat formfitting but ultimately utilitarian bodysuit that does not dampen any physicallity that might be required from someone that fights with such unconventional weaponry. She also tends to wear a white jacket on top of that because she isn't going to just ignore fashion.

History:

Edith was born to a family of scientists - those who looked to use her abilities to the best of their pursuits. They tutored the young girl

Notes:
Edith is fairly silent in all aspects. But when she does speak she has a deeper intonation similar to something similar to an authority figure.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Hi there! @RedxCross and I would love to make Character sheets if you guys are still open!

We'll start ASAP - loving everyone else's character sheets so far!

For Queen and Country

AMARA

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Amara Marie Dulcis.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

22 (27)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

”Oh! You kill me! Really I’m dead!”

• Amara floats at around 5'4", with a scrawny build.
• She generally appears quite done up, as if she is ready for a night out. It’s all for you, baby.
• Her hair generally reaches the upper back of her head and is quite a mane, curling all around her head and neck.
• Orangey-brown eyes that glitter in the sunlight, they almost seem to sparkle with energy and possibility.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
”I work myself to death, honestly!”

9-5 haunter, secondary job as the life of the party.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
”I like to think I’d be the ghost of Christmas one night stands!”

The army of the dead, probably.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

”Hey there boo!”
Amara is in it to win it. But only if it is your number, pants, or bed. Otherwise, hard pass. She gives everything to try and live the most normal extremely fantastic life she can now that she is dead and, much to Kaitlyn’s chagrin she downright refuses to attend ghost therapy – or whatever they call it. Besides, if she ever tires of her immortal but fleeting life she can just ask Nick to help her solve her problems or murder or whatever makes her poof out. Otherwise she’s living at 100 at all times. But is has left a huge hole in her heart. The size of which is only comparable to a mickey of vodka. As a ghost she can’t get drunk or reduce any amount of her sobriety which has been… Trying.

Past that, Amara is still a person, sort of. She definitely has emotions she is just so quick to push them away that she doesn’t worry too much. She just tries to make sure she’s still around for another day, not matter what. Really, she’s afraid to die… Again. She has her lows, undoubtedly every once in a while Nick will even hear a few quiet tears and sniffling - even if he might now be able to tell just where Amara is. Even still, she’s still alive. And if you ask her, if she can still listen to Queen and get laid, she’s living her best life.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
“I actually died doing this. Explaining my elaborate and ultimately seductive backstory to friends. Hm? Oh I just had an aneurysm during the story.”

Once upon a time Amara was just a 22 year old girl who was getting engaged. Pretty young, honestly. But when you were raised by a single hippy botanist you tended to move quickly and in any direction that faced away. He was a nice enough man, but he was also lax to the extreme. Her girlfriend and soon to be fiance understood, it was a complicated situation at home. Her name was supposed to be Lucy though, so at least it wasn't that. Still, though it wasn't the easiest name for substitute teacher's to spell. Either way, she made a life of her own. She was studying in a small college setting to do electrician work - on the weekends and at nights her and her girlfriend partied and it was a simple but pretty fun life, frankly.

Amara's girlfriend's name was... It was... Well it's hard to recall things when you're dead. But she was definitely nice and had... Not blonde hair? Probably not. Regardless, they were meeting to go somewhere for something important, which was when Amara needed to fill up her gas tank. She decided she'd get one of those super tacky gas station post cards to remember the occasion. She knew the thing was happening – she just kind of… She… They were far apart? For some reason?

Anyway, she never made it out of the gas station. She actually never even managed to turn before taking a 12 gauge to the side of her body. She isn’t sure at all about… Well any of it. She just died, kind of randomly. But okay, let’s lift the mood – don’t want to be a downer. After that she… Well she wandered depressed, but cut her some slack! She just got shot with a shotgun! This isn’t Call of Duty that shit hurts!

About a year later she became less depressed and more, like, confused??? Why was she still here? What can she even do? The next two years were years of experimentation. She kind of forgot about her girlfriend except for the concept that she had one. It sounds bad, but, whatever she couldn’t help it. She quickly discovered that she could not, in fact, drink her way through the remaining years of her life. Which, speaking of which – do ghosts die twice? Research was done, and according to Dragon Ball Z – yep they do. They die twice and then they lose their cute lil halo and die forever so, yeah, avoid Kamehameha’s.

The past two years have been filled with late night hookups and biding time until she has enough energy to do that again. She recently started haunting rooming with a cop who she is pretty sure is also like a werewolf or something. So that’s like a 7/10 on the scale of 10/10 roommates. Now her days are filled with being pestered by Kait to be a better person, yelling at Nick to find a way for her to have more energy since working out isn’t physically possible, and trying to discover the actual Holy Grail. At least, as long as the Holy Grail is filled with a liquor that ghosts can drink. That’s the real prize.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

_{heh, haunts}


Imagine a gladiatorial arena from ancient Rome. That is Yelena, okay – obviously there’s no fat white guy deciding the fate of the fighters, that’s just tinder. But generally speaking almost the exact same. It is a hunting ground, proving ground and – pretty sure there’s just a normal amount of ground there as well.


Mama always said, find something you’re good at..

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
"Honestly, I'd die for them."

She had a girlfriend, and assumedly a family?

For Queen and Country

AMARA

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Amara Marie Dulcis.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

22 (27)

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

”Oh! You kill me! Really I’m dead!”

• Amara floats at around 5'4", with a scrawny build.
• She generally appears quite done up, as if she is ready for a night out. It’s all for you, baby.
• Her hair generally reaches the upper back of her head and is quite a mane, curling all around her head and neck.
• Orangey-brown eyes that glitter in the sunlight, they almost seem to sparkle with energy and possibility.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
”I work myself to death, honestly!”

9-5 haunter, secondary job as the life of the party.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
”I like to think I’d be the ghost of Christmas one night stands!”

The army of the dead, probably.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

”Hey there boo!”
Amara is in it to win it. But only if it is your number, pants, or bed. Otherwise, hard pass. She gives everything to try and live the most normal extremely fantastic life she can now that she is dead and, much to Kaitlyn’s chagrin she downright refuses to attend ghost therapy – or whatever they call it. Besides, if she ever tires of her immortal but fleeting life she can just ask Nick to help her solve her problems or murder or whatever makes her poof out. Otherwise she’s living at 100 at all times. But is has left a huge hole in her heart. The size of which is only comparable to a mickey of vodka. As a ghost she can’t get drunk or reduce any amount of her sobriety which has been… Trying.

Past that, Amara is still a person, sort of. She definitely has emotions she is just so quick to push them away that she doesn’t worry too much. She just tries to make sure she’s still around for another day, not matter what. Really, she’s afraid to die… Again. She has her lows, undoubtedly every once in a while Nick will even hear a few quiet tears and sniffling - even if he might now be able to tell just where Amara is. Even still, she’s still alive. And if you ask her, if she can still listen to Queen and get laid, she’s living her best life.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
“I actually died doing this. Explaining my elaborate and ultimately seductive backstory to friends. Hm? Oh I just had an aneurysm during the story.”

Once upon a time Amara was just a 22 year old girl who was getting engaged. Pretty young, honestly. But when you were raised by a single hippy botanist you tended to move quickly and in any direction that faced away. He was a nice enough man, but he was also lax to the extreme. Her girlfriend and soon to be fiance understood, it was a complicated situation at home. Her name was supposed to be Lucy though, so at least it wasn't that. Still, though it wasn't the easiest name for substitute teacher's to spell. Either way, she made a life of her own. She was studying in a small college setting to do electrician work - on the weekends and at nights her and her girlfriend partied and it was a simple but pretty fun life, frankly.

Amara's girlfriend's name was... It was... Well it's hard to recall things when you're dead. But she was definitely nice and had... Not blonde hair? Probably not. Regardless, they were meeting to go somewhere for something important, which was when Amara needed to fill up her gas tank. She decided she'd get one of those super tacky gas station post cards to remember the occasion. She knew the thing was happening – she just kind of… She… They were far apart? For some reason?

Anyway, she never made it out of the gas station. She actually never even managed to turn before taking a 12 gauge to the side of her body. She isn’t sure at all about… Well any of it. She just died, kind of randomly. But okay, let’s lift the mood – don’t want to be a downer. After that she… Well she wandered depressed, but cut her some slack! She just got shot with a shotgun! This isn’t Call of Duty that shit hurts!

About a year later she became less depressed and more, like, confused??? Why was she still here? What can she even do? The next two years were years of experimentation. She kind of forgot about her girlfriend except for the concept that she had one. It sounds bad, but, whatever she couldn’t help it. She quickly discovered that she could not, in fact, drink her way through the remaining years of her life. Which, speaking of which – do ghosts die twice? Research was done, and according to Dragon Ball Z – yep they do. They die twice and then they lose their cute lil halo and die forever so, yeah, avoid Kamehameha’s.

The past two years have been filled with late night hookups and biding time until she has enough energy to do that again. She recently started haunting rooming with a cop who she is pretty sure is also like a werewolf or something. So that’s like a 7/10 on the scale of 10/10 roommates. Now her days are filled with being pestered by Kait to be a better person, yelling at Nick to find a way for her to have more energy since working out isn’t physically possible, and trying to discover the actual Holy Grail. At least, as long as the Holy Grail is filled with a liquor that ghosts can drink. That’s the real prize.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

_{heh, haunts}


Imagine a gladiatorial arena from ancient Rome. That is Yelena, okay – obviously there’s no fat white guy deciding the fate of the fighters, that’s just tinder. But generally speaking almost the exact same. It is a hunting ground, proving ground and – pretty sure there’s just a normal amount of ground there as well.


Mama always said, find something you’re good at..

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
"Honestly, I'd die for them."

She had a girlfriend, and assumedly a family?

For Queen and Country

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗚


♪♪

^{In which a night shift cop from another country tries to flirt accept a casual night out with a drinking buddy. @McHaggis}

Lang whistled as he took his earbuds out. Louise had signed off and they had started their flashback playlist with some Daryl Hall and John Oates. Nice to hear some American music for a change. He waved to the night secretary who was just ending her shift, Aila should’ve been getting in pretty soon to take over for the day. He went and signed off his shift, taking his vest off, changing, and releasing all of his equipment before finally heading over to his locker. He found his baggy pullover hoodie and threw it on. It exposed the nape of his neck and a bit lower than his collarbone, but he always wore comfy clothes after work. Besides, he was only just remembering what the sun looks like.

But that was when everything his changed. As he was about to close his locker, he heard his phone buzz from inside it. “Ah shit, close call.” He murmured to himself grabbing the phone and quickly scanning the contact it was from. But it was an unknown number.

Huh.

He read the first line offered in the preview of the message. His brain was only able to process the words ‘Louise and radio’ before he instinctively threw his phone at the wall. There was absolutely no reason. No sensible way to explain what he had done. He gingerly picked up the phone, looking at the screen and inspecting the damage. It had a sizeable crack in the bottom half, which made Lang inhale sharply upon seeing it.

“Oh shit.” He muttered, looking behind him. The room was empty.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck oh shit.”

It’s fake.

“Oh obviously.” Lang started to laugh a nervous laugh, it sounded less like a healthy human and more like a cat choking up a hairball. He slid his phone into his pocket, but it felt like it weighed as much as a fridge.

It’s fake.

He continued to get ready, grabbing a few of his things. A few other night shift officers came in, quietly greeting Lang. He just stared at them. Right into their eyes. It could have been one of them.

“You good buddy?” One asked, Lang squinted at him, focusing all of his cop super powers into this stare, “a-are you okay?” The man just seemed confused, shit.

“Yeah.” Lang said, grabbing the rest of his things and storming off.

It’s fake.

“Hey Laurel, before you head out – mind if you run a number for me?” Lang asked the secretary, looking somewhat like a junkie with the amount he was twitching.

“Oh sure, Lang. What is it?” Laurel asked coolly.

“Uh, yeah, it’s 2038073914,” Lang said, starting to sweat a little.

Laurel’s eyes scanned the screen as her fingers nimbly inputted the number. One eyebrow raised to almost hilarious proportions before her eyes slid over to Lang. “I swear to god if you’re stalking that poor girl Lang.”

It’s not fake.

“Thank you!” He said taking off in a full sprint, small duffle bag in tow. He made it out the doors and continue to sprint, he made his way into the middle of the road and jumped as far as he could.

He felt like a kid again.

“Lang, what the fuck?” Another officer shouted out at him.

“Shut up!” He called back, sprinting around the corner and taking off towards his house. By the time he made it home he closed the door behind him and threw his sweater at his bed. Staring at the text message again.

“Oh my god, she makes typos.” He said quietly. She asked if I was for drinks.

I am for drinks.

Lang quietly pondered what to do, staring at the propped up phone sitting on his pillow.

“I need help.”

He quickly opened up his text messages with the only person who could help. A girl he actually knew.

Play it cool. Only advice Aila could have given.

It made sense. She was a radio host, that was basically a short walk from being a phenomenon, a celebrity. She could’ve been expecting someone like Elvis, or other American heroes.

He had to dial it up.

Lang opened up the notes section of his phone so just in case she could see him typing, she wouldn’t watch him draft a good response for the next five minutes. The entirety of the time it took him to draft the thirty three word text he was beet red and felt like he was overheating. His ears especially burned with passion and embarrassment as he reread everything to make sure it didn’t sound like he had reread it 100 times.

“Okay.” He said, moving back to the messaging app.

It was done.

Immediately he buried his phone beneath his pillow placing his head on top of the pillow and tried to wait it out. Maybe time would go by quickly and he would have a response soon?

Maybe she was just as anxious?

His phone vibrated and his pillow was nearly torn asunder as his desperate claws reached the phone.

It was the Domino’s pizza app he kept forgetting to delete.

They had a deal for 7.99 two topping large pizzas.

Wow, that’s an amazing deal.

For Queen and Country

𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗔

Andromeda took a sip of her coffee, attempting to feel the caffeine press its way into her mind. She needed to be ready and alert – she was getting there.

“So Mrs.-“

“You can just call me Kate.” The middle aged-woman interrupted. She had dark hair that fell straight down her back like frozen water, there seemed to be a large amount of product in it. “Are you sure you’re old enough to be offering therapy to my Brayden?” She asked with a privileged tone holding her son’s head in her hands in what looked to be a very uncomfortable position for him.

Andromeda took a second to look at the boy, he looked not frightened but anxious, like a caged animal but not one that was ready to resort to violence. His mother on the other hand looked like a twig supporting the weight of a fully grown mastiff.

Andi needed to diffuse.

“Kate,” she started, her eyes slowly shifting from the son to his mother. “Do you think Brayden and I could speak alone for a few minutes?” She asked, her voice light as if she was speaking to a child.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Doctor.” Kate immediately shot back as if she had spent the past decade of her life working as a therapist.

“I do,” Andromeda said, not breaking her eye contact from Kate. Kate looked at her for only a second before breaking eye contact and nodding. She said a few quiet words to her son before departing, leaving Brayden alone with his therapist. He fiddled with his hands a little bit, biting his cuticle, it seemed like he had cut it a little bit. His right hand had a band-aid on the knuckle, most definitely recent. He wore clothes that were definitely picked out by his mother. A button up shirt she'd expect of someone three times his age, his hair very neatly combed and gelled, khaki pants. No eight year old wore khaki pants as a choice.

After a few moments of silence, Andi moved out from behind her desk, expertly grabbing a lollipop from a small tray hidden behind her computer monitor before kneeling down so she met Brayden’s eye line. She handed him the sweet and met his eyes, he smiled a little bit and she mirrored his expression. “I’ll tell you what Brayden is that what you friends call you?”

“They call me Bray.” He said, unskillfully unwrapping the candy and plopping it into his mouth, leaving his poor cuticles alone for the time being.

“Do you think I could call you Bray?” She asked with a curious intonation.

“Yeah, we can be friends too.” Bray said looking at the window, Andi smiled.

“Okay, then you can call me Andi – that’s what my friends call me, okay?” She asked, he looked back at her with the smallest amazement.

“Okay.” He said, still making eye contact, nodding a little absentmindedly.

“So Bray, I heard you got into trouble at school last week,” Andi said, carefully watching his eyes. As soon as she mentioned trouble, his eyes moved from her gaze to the corner of his vision, his head turning slightly. She let the silence hang in the air for a few seconds.

And then a minute.

Bray looked upset, but she just kept her gaze ever so gently on him, before finally he turned back to Andi.

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Andi dusted off some of her things as Kate re-entered the room she found the therapist sitting back at her desk and her son, content with his lollipop. She glanced at him sitting down and petting his head like he was a beagle.

“Okay Bray, your mummy and I are just going to talk about some grown up stuff, why don’t you go play out in the lobby for a couple seconds?” Andi said with a giant grin on her face. Bray got up and ran out to the small brainteaser toys that were located in the lobby, still well within the small area restricted to the therapists’ patients.

“So? What’s going on with my son?” Kate asked impatiently glancing at Andromeda as if she was her won disappointing daughter.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. He was being picked on and he fought back, I’d talk to him about using his words and speak to the teacher about making sure another student isn’t picking on him but other than that you should be fine.” Andromeda took a second to look at Kate once more, taking another sip of her coffee. “He definitely doesn’t need therapy, just a bit more support.”

A glare passed over Kate’s eyes, quickly but altogether still present. For a moment she must’ve considered lashing out. She was almost certainly giving him all the support in the world. But she decided against it and held her anger back. “Well Doctor, thanks for your opinion. We’ll be sure to get a second one before speaking to his teachers. She said, picking up her bag in an overly dramatic fashion and carting her son off to go someplace else.

Andi leaned back in her chair, her arms slouching to her side as she absent mindedly made a Bras d’honneur to alleviate some of the pent up anger.

He was a good kid though.

Shaking her mouse in order to wake up her computer, she wrote down a few notes about the session should Bray ever come back.

She leaned back in her chair and glanced at her calendar. Her day was empty and it was still the early morning. She sighed and leaned back even further until the chair creaked under the pressure. She snagged a lollipop and put it in her mouth with a slight grin. The air in Edgetoun was different than back home, not that she'd been home recently. But it felt uniquely full of opportunity. She never had any love for the politics of her people, nor their natures as self-serving brats. Instead, she liked people, even people like Kate. Sure, they were still ignorant and filled to the brim with false importance, there wasn't a doubt about that. But at the same time they were looking out for each other. Kate was a mother worried for her son, her son wanted to make friends. There was a purity about them.

“I’m bored.” The Fae groaned leaning even further back in her chair, before she felt her weight completely shift. She threw her arms out wildly but all the same she crashed into the ground, smacking the back of her head off the wall with a dull thud.

"Fuuuuuuck." Andi sighed rubbing her head.

For Queen and Country

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗚


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As the sun lazily made its presence known over the horizon Lang Monyethebeng bid his shift, the night and his waning sobriety adieu. He walked into the grocer with a yawn on his lips. Friday nights he had off, so at least there was that. In his left ear was an earbud connected to his cell phone, but he wasn’t listening to music – at least not to most people. It was music to his ears though.

Well, it wasn’t yet. Right now it was Cara, but Louise hadn’t signed off – which meant she was probably covering for someone. She was a professional, she always signed off. This meant that he had time to listen to her still while he made his way home until bars opened up. Some Adele song started up and Lang used the momentary distraction to carry out his purchases. At first it was just the essentials, the biggest bottle of Advil he could find, some creamer for his coffee and a bottle of red wine. But upon approaching the counter he realized he had nothing to pair with his beautiful red, but he also only had enough for, like, a dozen bagels.

He grabbed the bagels and continued on his way to the register. In front of him was Eleanor English, easy enough for anyone to recognize. A lot of the other guys at the office made comments about how she looks, but Lang never really saw it. She had kind eyes, but he wasn’t the best judge of character either.

He was going to say something polite, but before he could get it out she was out the door. He tried not to think about it, instead working on producing the proper amount of money as the kid behind the register who got stuck with the crappy shift started ringing everything in. Lang patted his pockets as Adele sung of past loves, he found a few dollars in his shirt pocket and a few other dollars in back right pocket. He must’ve left his wallet in the cruiser. That was when he noticed a girl standing behind him.

“Ah hey.” He started, turning to see who was behind him, putting the money on the shelf as the cashier started to bag everything. “Yer one of them high schoolers right?” He drawled.

“Oh, no my name is Aoife – we’ve met a few times actually I’m studying in pre me-“ The girl started, but Lang wasn’t ready to continue a conversation for that long. Adele was getting towards the end of her song, which meant she was almost back.

“Alright, don’t do drugs Eva.” He said, grabbing his bag behind his back and waving to the cashier to keep any change, with that he took his leave.

Back in the cruiser, he gently put his groceries on the passenger seat and started the vehicle, the Bluetooth FM player in the left cigarette lighter chimed to life as it connected to his phone just in time. "That was Adele's new hit break-up song. Thanks for the request, Sam, and hope you feel better soon! Louise’s signature ‘radio voice’ as Lang often dubbed it when gushing to others was as spot on as always. But there was more to it than that, he always took a tiny bit of pride when he heard her ‘radio voice’. Because just once, during a late night call he could have sworn she didn’t use it. That was what kept him coming back, those blinks of realness.

Next up is a little something you might recognise, if you're feeling very 90s––"

Very suddenly the signal shut off and some static came through, before a voice pierced that static and shut every other noise out completely.

Good morning, Britain.

Do you feel a shiver of fear when walking home alone at night? Do you jump at shadows whenever the full moon is out and shining bright? Doesn’t the existence of beings who cannot separate themselves from carnal desires and primal urges frighten you?

Lang listened intently as a madman droned a manifesto. It wasn’t entirely a call to civil war, but it wasn’t so dissimilar. Lang physically felt ill at the mention of witches. Almost as if to confirm what he was he silently shifted a quarter nervously being flicked between his fingers like a poker chip into copper, then into bronze and back. The display was a party trick he often showed off as ‘magic’.

Would anyone know, just rom his past that he was?

He ignored it and soon, Louise was back.

"That–– that was an unauthorised broadcast, we truly apologise for the interruption and the show will soon return to our regular programming. But before we do, suffice it to say that On the Edge does not endorse any of the views represented in the previous manifesto, and––

Her voice was cathartic to him, almost so much so that he considered not polishing the bottle of red off once he was off. But he didn’t think much more about it with the words that followed.

"And though I am but the humble host of everyone's favourite radio show, I personally condemn the call to violence against the Other from these anonymous pirates." The confidence in her voice was… Well it was certainly there, but it felt pushed. He wasn’t sure if he was reading into things too much, but he felt like it was there.

"At least we'll have something for the listeners to call-in about later. For now, though, let's return to the Top 40..."

With that music would return to the airwaves, and Lang would head back to the station to call it a morning. The sun was now starting to rise over the sleepy town, he could only hope no one had been listening. But, he was and so was Louise.

He made a mental note to call in should her shift last any longer, just to check in.

For Queen and Country

ANDROMEDA

^{Unseelie Fae}

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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To a Fae, Andromeda. To humans, a common nickname is Andi. She enforces a first name basis for patients as well.

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• 5'9” In fantastic shape, good arm and leg muscle tone and a six pack.
• A slightly deeper scratchier voice than most, she tends to use a lot of slang and casual tones for someone with a doctorate.
• Drives a motorcycle and as such can be found with her leather jacket and helmet fairly commonly.
• Andi usually wears her hair down, but when she’s working out or during longer shifts at Lock and Key she has been known to put her hair into a small low bun.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Works as an occupational therapist, with a doctorate in Psychology. Has also done some work in social work and child psychology. She works at Lock & Key Therapy.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Unseelie Fae

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Andromeda was born an Unseelie Fae who wanted to become queen one day. She used to practice her high culture tendencies and speak eloquently. But, something changed. Or rather, stagnated. She hasn’t hoped for something in a long time. But this doesn’t necessarily depress her, she just sort of lives with being bored. As a person, Andromeda likes to help people, she’s thoughtful and intelligent. However she absolutely does not care for people who are selfish. She, in fact dislikes most Fae and isn’t overly personal with people themselves. She just doesn’t find most people that interesting. She doesn't find much interesting at all, in fact. She sort of just looks, she hasn't given up the idea of falling in love, finding more passion, reconnecting with her family. She just doesn't have that yet. That being said, she is a very romantic woman, an expert when it comes to coming off as charming and even beautiful when she has to be. Though she tries to not have to be. For all her athleticism, motorcycle driving and spirited-ness she is a sucker for a woman who will take initiative. Perhaps due to her lack of hope right now. Her romantic nature even attributes to her favourite movies, all of which are trashy romances she cries at to even the slightest face twitch from one of the leads. She tends to watch those alone though, she's a sucker for a disaster lesbian - great minds and all.

Andromeda had a strained relationship with her family before leaving Avalon. Since she hasn’t spoken much to them save for the occasional letter. The reason for her focus in child psychology has primarily been because of her time as a child. Her loss of hope and passion and so many positive things felt like a robbery. She wished that she had spoken to someone at the time, and she wanted to help kids talk to someone when she was older - or at least she made that decision when she left Avalon. She can't help but feel tired fairly often, but not in a way that makes her want sleep. Just in a way that makes her feel like she is stuck under grey skies and rainy weather. It's better than Avalon though. She does like to have fun though, Andi often goes out to different attractions that Edgetoun has to offer. Whether that be Friday at the Slye Fox, where the bar fills up with cops or customers as Andi calls them. Or the batting cages. But Andi just feels like she might be missing something. Often times she finds herself looking up at the stars for some kind of sign, in that way she kind of considers herself lost. She decidedly doesn’t think about her own mentality all that much. As a licensed therapist that is something she doesn’t want to overanalyze anything. She has considered starting a session with another therapist herself, but she isn’t ready yet.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Andromeda was a girl best defined as full of aspiration and a want to succeed as a young girl. She was constantly running ahead of her parents on their walks to a hill outside of the small village they lived in named Rionnagburn. The hill was where they would watch for shooting stars, or as her father titled them "angel tears". Andromeda's father was a kind older man who made small trinkets for a living. He was something of an expert with small mechanics and he taught his daughter from the youngest age to believe in dreams, the future, herself most of all. Unfortunately only one of those really stuck. Andromeda, around the age of 250 set out from Avalon. She was still a young adult in the eyes of a Fae, but she had already become disillusioned with Avalon and its inhabitants.

Though it is unclear why or when exactly she lost this spirited nature she commonly cites Rionnagburn itself. She'd say something about how it was the smallest, most quaint pitfall in Avalon. The community was small and not too populated. In fact it was fairly quiet. But the town was not at fault, in reality it was Andromeda's mother. She was hard on her as any parent should be - but she couldn't deal with the notion of having a dreamer for a daughter. She taught her at every turn not to believe in the fantastical notions her father planted in her head. Andromeda wouldn't grow a resentment of her mother, at least not all at once and certainly not consciously. No, it was when her father too her to London for the first time. She was 200 years old and ready to experience another realm, a myriad of possibilities. She met a man who was smelling a small book that told stories of fairies. Stories of the magical, for humans could only dream of the fantastical nature of her world. They had no hand in fantastic things themselves.

It was the realization that everything her father had painted as fantastical and those things her mother had told her not to believe in, they were what she was living. It was irrational at the time, but she moved out only a few decades later, leaving for earth. Her time on Earth has mostly been spent wondering what she should be doing, and perhaps searching in the wrong place. At first she spent a lot of time pursuing education, getting her doctorate of the coming two and a half decades or so. However she was aimless for a great deal of time after that.

She moved to Edgetoun about ten years ago, the love in her life for things and people was mostly gone, but not necessarily the need for such things. She spends her time, as one does, but for the most part she is just enjoying letting time pass in a new place. Even if she is silently waiting for something to happen.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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Lock & Key is her place of work, she has an office there which she can often be found. She usually takes patients any time from Monday to Friday. But if there was an urgent situation, she would be open to a weekend session.

The Slye Fox is somewhere she goes, but not too often. She's much more accustomed to buying her own booze.

The Daily Grind is often home to an overtired Andi, working through files on her computer and grabbing a coffee.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Her mother and father haven't been in touch in the past 20 or so years, she hasn't reached out much.