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    Infernal Vicereine Zizanie
    Race: Hellfire Wyrm
    Age: 619 (Human form appears 17-20?)
    Gender: F
    Class: Bazillionth-level pajama-lounger.
    Power Level: Like... she's up there.

    Zizanie is a mature Hellfire Wyrm, but prefers to take the form of an adorable-looking human girl in pajamas with floofity hair.
    Her natural form is, y'know, a huge hellish dragon thingy.

    Zizanie has potent shapeshifting abilities, which is why she usually appears in her floofity humanoid form instead of the dragon-that-looks-like-explosions form. She has a great deal of magic, as well as significant diabolic and daemoniac connections. She has a spacepocket hidden in her floofy hair.
    In draconic form, of course, she has fire breath and she's really big and can fly and stuff. It's harder to be cute that way, though.
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    Alias: Grape Tentacle, Wiggle Wizard
    Gender: For all intents and purposes, male.
    Race/Species: Wiggle Wizard, until I can come up with a proper race name.
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Class/Profession: Wizardy, Universe Protection
    Power Rating: Iunno.
    Description: A short, tanned male in an almost entirely covering grape purple robe. Said robe covers everything but his hands, and his face. His robe has gold embroidering around the edges, with a set of buttons to close it on the left side of his chest, leading from his neck down to his waist, where the robe remains opened. Underneath, he wears a purple pair of sweatpants, with no shoes. His eyes are a remarkable shade of purple, and his hair is black, cut rather short, coming down to about the middle of his forehead on an inward curve. His robe is completely clean, and looks as though it's brand new.
    Personality: A big joker, generally wisecracking even during stressful situations. He tends to find people he likes and attaches to them in a rather emotionally unhealthy way considering his lifespan versus most people he would meet who are new to him. He can get serious at times, but when Grape gets serious, you should be scared. Very, very scared.
    Equipment: Well.... He has a purple cloak.
    Abilities: Grape is a Tentacle Wizard, and as such has various affinities with tentacled creatures. He's friends with some , octopi can communicate with cuttlefish, can communicate enough with squids to know they're ****ing insane, and happens to be good friends with Cthulhu. Along with his affinities for tentacled beings, he also has various forms of magic.
    To start off with, he has various tentacle based magics, mostly made up by me on the spot, from things like growing tentacle fingers and extra arms, to summoning massive building sized tentacles to fight for him, though obviously kept to a reasonable level. He also has the ability to make anything taste like some incarnation of grapes, be it grape soda, grape wine, grapes, grape juice, anything that came from, or is, grapes. Along with this, he has the most generic of all magics: Generic Color Based Combat Magic. In this case purple. The standard, purple bolt of energy, purple energy beam, purple AOE, purple wall of energy, that sort of thing. Also use said purple magic to help with movement, along with rather inhuman jump height, and above average strength in his normal limbs. Along with this list is telepathy, though easily blocked with any training, and very minor serendipity.
    Backstory: Grape is a wiggle wizard, a group of elite and highly powerful wizards assigned to a universe to act as a safeguard, to keep all the supernatural things from screwing with normal things too much. Wiggle Wizards are sent out in teams of five, his consisting of Himself, the Tentacle Wizard grape flavoured(obviously) and purple coloured, Rainbow Flavour AKA Skit, the Rainbow Priest many flavoured and rainbow coloured(obviously), Bumpy Peacekeeper, AKA Mike, the Musical Mage cherry flavoured red coloured, The Wizard AKA Nerd, Pixel painter Mint Flavoured Grey coloured, and the fifth wizard was Tree Hugger AKA Mica, Symbiotic Thaumaturge Lime Flavoured Green Coloured.
    So, the Wiggle Wizard team set out to protect a universe. Specifically, ours. The one we currently exist in. And, so they did. And so they got really bored. Even with their time advantage on humans and all other life forms in the universe, they still weren’t able to get any good entertainment. ‘cept for books. Buuut, Grape was getting really, really bored. For about six years after they arrived in human time, the Wiggle Wizards did nothing. Nothing was needed. Until some demon worshippers managed to summon an actual greater demon. Grape was obviously overjoyed at the chance of a fight, while everyone else was freaking out that there was not only a greater demon now that they had to fight, but also there was the question of how did the humans manage to summon a greater demon anyway? Humans were generally magically inept, or else barely powerful in any meaningful sense. However, the didn’t have much time to think on that, because it was time to ship off and fight the demon.
    Everything started off well. They arrived, the demon hadn’t gone far. It had eaten all the witnesses. The wizards were deflecting everything the demon could throw at them. Until Grape, who had been running defence with, got cocky and decided that he could totally fight the demon and defend the others. Needless to say, it didn’t end well. Mica was hit by a large rock by the demon, severing her spine at the waist. The Wizards managed to fight the demon off, but Mica was unconscious, and by the time they returned and she had woken up it was far too late for her to heal her spine. However, she was out for quite a while, several days by Wizard’s time. Grape did not leave her bedside, nor sleep until she woke up, upon which time he crashed and didn’t wake up for several days.
    But, now, unfortunately, they had to run a four man max team for missions on earth, and have a stay at home medic. It actually worked pretty well. They got her a wheelchair, installed a ramp so she could get up to her room, it was all good. That is, until a time around when rome started eyeing Europe. The wizards were on a mission, and returned to find their base completely wrecked. Claw marks on the walls, the doors, the floor, the stairs were practically completely destroyed. The maintenance was utterly screwed, and worst of all, there were trampled plants everywhere. Needless to say, all of the wizards scrambled up anything they could to get upstairs.
    However, they arrived too late. A shadowy figure was holding Mica by the throat, and she had various cuts on her body already, all oozing a black pus like thick liquid. As the four wizards arrived, the shadowy figure disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, gone entirely. They did everything they could for Mica, even slowed down the passage of time to hundreds of years in the wizard’s sanctum to an earth second just in case it would help. However, she died Eighteen hours later. The entire team was, to put it gently, in pieces. Grape locked himself in his room, Mike just seemed dead inside, Skit was snapping at everybody, and Nerd just had no energy. After a while, the feeling faded. They almost tried to pretend they never had a fifth, that there were always four wizards. The carefully removed Mica from all their group pictures, and placed the removed pieces in a lockbox and carefully hid it. They functioned quite well. Mostly.
    See, Grape had huge issues mentally after that point, basically feeling like he had just killed Mica, as he had gone off and tried to kill the greater demon when he should have been protecting, and screwed that up. So he held himself directly responsible. Thankfully, as time went on, more and more distractions began to appear. They quickly adopted video games, and built a game room. They created various snack machines to permanently create snacks and delicious beverages for their consumption. This went on for several thousand years, everything was hunky dory, when Grape and the other wizards got a message from the oldest living Wiggle Wizard at Sixty five hundred trillion years old, who was soon to die of old age. He invited them to visit him before he died, but unfortunately died before they could all get there. Grape, however, wanted to see the universe that the oldest and Wisest Wiggle Wizard and said wizard’s team had helped to sculpt, and so he got some help from his good friend Cthulhu to let him jump over to the old Wizard’s world. However, along the way, Cthulhu had to go deal with some issues with the Abyssal fish man on the tenth floor, and his downstairs Shoggoth neighbor(something about music and eating children), and had to leave halfway through, resulting in the good Grape being dumped in the Nexus, with no way home or to his destination.
    Miscellaneous: Good friends with Cthulhu. Oh, did I mention his favorite color is purple?
    Prepare for so much crass humor, they had to build a KEEP to hold it all in.

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    Children here can all be assumed to have
    Alignment: True Neutral/Colorless
    Class/Profession: None
    Power Rating: E- / 1

    Atorre's Children

    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Human++, winged
    Age: From July 2015
    Description: Black-skinned human toddler, curly black hair, bat-like wings, green eyes, no visible gem. Off-white swaddling.
    Personality: Melancholic. Excitable.
    Abilities: Walking!
    Backstory: Son of Plum and Seren. Left on Nick's doorstep, then given to GLoG.

    Gender: Female
    Race/Species: Human+, winged
    Age: From June 2013
    Description: Light brown-skinned human toddler, short brown hair, bat-like wings, green eyes, an orange gem in the center of her forehead. Blue footie pyjamas.
    Personality: Curious. Excitable.
    Abilities: Walking! Saying individual words! Eventually she should learn to fly.
    Backstory: Left in Riverside by Atorre, to be retrieved by Okami's pack as part of a social experiment. Humans grow up faster than the other races, so they're best suited to these things.
    Daughter of Marcie and Tavlii.
    Can not easily be found.

    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Human
    Age: 9
    Description: A gangly, narrow boy.
    Personality: The circumstances of his youth left Alex brain-damaged, with monomaniacal tunnel vision.
    Backstory: Child of Kai and Derek, Alex was at the time Atorre's most ambitious experiment in extending the link. It was informative, but an almost total failure. He is well cared-for on the island.


    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Majshallar
    Age: From some time before June 7, 2016
    Description: A snow-white vulpan kit.
    Personality: Dedicated and loyal, eager to prove himself.
    Abilities: Although not old enough to shapeshift like his father, he does have a psionic empathic sense.
    Backstory: Child of Arlem and Felina, he's a pureblood rather than a hybrid like Shaneir thanks to the medipotions provided by the lich Michaud.
    Miscellaneous: Pledge, Pledge, Pledge.


    The four children of Keiko and Cleo, from Keiko using Michaud's spell the night after the storm god was banished.
    Age: From January 2017
    Gender: Female
    Race/Species: Shadow Dragon
    Description: Shiny eastern-style dragons with glossy scales. They have fringes, whiskers, slightly mobile ears, and fins, often more colorful than the scales on their body and legs.

    Ayako looks quite like her mother, with black scales, fringes fading through dark purple, lavender, and lilac to silvery white, and piercing red eyes.
    Traits: Bold and snappy.

    Miyako looks quite like her mother, with black scales, fringes fading through dark purple, lavender, and lilac to silvery white, and piercing red eyes.
    Traits: Melancholy and nervous.

    Kronoa has scales of mottled red, black, pink, and purple. Her fringes, whiskers, ears, and fins are a riot of different colors. Her eyes are distant and faintly glowing grey.
    Traits: Quiet, Calm

    Hanako takes after her father, pink all over like the light of late dawn. Her fringes, whiskers, ears, and fins are all the same pink-gold. Her eyes are intense and brightly glowing green.
    Traits: Curious, playful, encouraging.
    Miscellaneous: Gets along with Hunter's fox.
    Color: Peru

    Amyria Mein

    Gender: Neuter
    Race/Species: Post-shallar
    Age: Young
    Alignment: Green and Blue and White / Lawful Neutral
    Class/Profession: Politician
    Power Rating: C
    Description: A swarm of scores, maybe hundreds of tiny flying dragon-reptiles, each weighing about half a kilogram, which have zero to six legs. Silver in color. They may form together into approximations of humanoid creatures. Specifically, an androgynous, silvery-skinned human with pointy frilled ears and slightly large eyes. Teeth are a single ridged piece, and they stand well over six feet tall.
    Personality: Pragmatic, teasing, greedy.
    Equipment: One bright light embroidered outfit bought with money for participating in an experiment. Mayor's sash.
    Abilities: Transformations, flexible anatomy, generating lightning bolts, flying, mind reading and other psionic powers.
    "the ability of being able to identify and interpret magical auras! No mystic bauble will go unidentified with this guy around!"
    Backstory: Came into the Nexus following Arlem's call to his family. Quite scornful of their primitive ancestor, they attempted to steal him away, and ended up speaking with Inari's messengers. Asked around, came to Riverside, began political campaigning. Became mayor, argued for the district t stay independent. Investigated demons, lost to Jezebel. Died in the demon invasion.
    Miscellaneous: Not allowed to join the temple of Inari.
    Can be found in the Eastside Town Hall.
    Spoiler: Modules

    Alpha modules are like Aki, Mei in miniature. Tiny dragons with 4 legs, long sail wings running down the tail, and little horns. Alphas are generic and highly expendable.
    Limb - Forming the interacting parts of a humaniform colonies.
    Padding - Filling in the flesh and bone, armoring the more important pieces.

    Beta modules have no legs or horns. Flying serpents, they're found only in large colonies. Betas have high psychoactivity and are low in mass. Structural elements that are reticent to split up and soothe other modules into cooperation.
    Psionic Amplifier - Lets the colony manifest psychic powers outside their immediate area.
    Wyvern Locomotion Core (no practical application)
    Humanoid Locomotion Core
    Quadruped Locomotion Core (no practical application)
    Morality Nullifier

    Gamma modules are like wyverns. Two back legs, and shorter necks than normal.
    Pattern Command (One active, one backup)
    Central Consciousness (set of ~5)
    Sub Consciousness (set of ~3)
    Universal Grammar Decoder
    Universal Grammar Synthesizer
    Spatial Awareness Core

    Delta modules have no wings and no horns.
    Wild Prince Appearance Modifier - Developed based on Jacakalope.

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    Name: Ellanday the Last
    Age: 39
    Power: lvl 10
    Race: human
    Affiliation: Mercenary, former soldier

    Ellanday, the Last called by many, served in the Deagan armies against the country of Ramite, and later fought in the Deagan civil war. A scarred 39 year old soldier turned mercenary, he stands at 6 '4 and weighs at around 200 pounds. He almost always wears his hardy set of steel plate along with the claymore restig on his back. Durimg the Deagan civil war he was nicknamed the Last by soldiers who served under him, they said that he was the last honorable commander left during the civil war. Once the war ended he turned to mercenary work, and travels the land with his battlehorse in search of adventure. He is most comfortable with a two handed sword in combat, but has some skill with a spear, and is deadly in unarmed combat.

    Personality: a sarcastic man leaving his prime, he will generally protect and help those in need, but his time in the war has also left him with a temper that could be fatal for those near him when he blows. He has a soft spot for orphans and crippled soldiers, but generally hates politicians. Once befriended he is fiercely loyal, and will do anything he can to help his friends. He isnt afraid to kill, but wont kill for enjoyment.

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    Bugbear in the Playground
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    Miria Sophie Armstrong
    "Knowledge is power, truly. Arcane and Alchemic Knowledge, especially. It's my job to see it used for good."

    Aliases: RimeFire Alchemist
    Race: Human (Amestrian)
    Gender: Female
    Age: 24
    Alignment: Good
    Power Level: C

    Avatar by Gulaghar, thanks so much!

    "Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not, we never are. But that's not the right question. The question is: are we living a life that is worth the harm?"
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    My headcanon is that she walked into a fairy circle and the fae took her sense of disgression.
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    First of all, all Arkh characters are subject to some babification.

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    Mechanus son of Hephaestus

    Alias: N/A
    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Demigod (Greek)
    Age: 34
    Alignment: (to be determined)
    Class/Profession: Artificer/Engineer/Blacksmith/Mechanic
    Power Rating: C- (he is not combat oriented, however he is a demigod and can swing a hammer when it's necessary)
    Description: A large man with reddish brown hair that is kept short but is cut haphazardly, his beard and mustache are kept in a similar manner. (more on appearance later)
    Personality: (to be determined)
    Equipment: Magnifying Goggles: with adjustable magnification. Control Bracers: a pair of golden bracers with numerous magical crystals embedded in them that allow Mechanus to control his swarm of mechanical spiders and flies. Mechanical Spider and Fly Swarm: a large number of small mechanical spiders and flies that obey his commands given through the bracers, the spiders are approximately 6" in diameter and can climb vertical surfaces, the flies are approximately 2 inches in diameter, both have golden colored alloy chassis and have numerous small magical crystals embedded in them.
    Abilities: Mechanus is a master craftsman and can create magical items of superb quality, he is also immensely stronger than most humans due to his divine heritage, and is able to completely ignore heat up to 1000 degrees centigrade and can handle up to 2000 degrees for short periods of time. He is however completely untrained in combat and has no experience fighting, preferring to send automatons to fight in his stead. He also has a weak left leg and cannot sprint well.
    Backstory: He is the son of Hephaestus and the daughter of Daedalus, and spent 10 years apprenticing under Daedalus before he took up his own workshop and forge. He was working in his workshop one day when he found himself suddenly in an altogether different world, Nexus.
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    Faceless J

    Varies: Jax, Jericho, Juri, Just Cause

    Alias: Known by its personas. Currently: Jax, Jericho, Juri, and Just Cause
    Gender: Unknown. Adopts the gender (and appearance) of the currently dominant persona.
    Race/Species: Unknown. Adopts the appearance and racial characteristics of the currently dominant persona.
    Age: Unknown. Very old, certainly. Jax (the oldest existing persona) has been present for 200 years, and he was certainly not the first.
    Alignment: Unknown. Each persona has their own alignment. When J itself makes its will known at all, it's generally benevolent.
    Class/Profession: Explorer. About the only thing about J that is known.
    Power Rating: Depends on active persona. Usually C+/B-. Treated as a whole, could be considered A- due to available pool of skills and powers.
    Description: Unknown. There is no record of J ever being seen in its natural state, only the forms it adopts as different personas take control.
    Personality: Unknown. Personas may mention "The Will of J", a subtle instinct shared between them all. Assumed to be the influence of the actual entity, The Will of J is described as being curious and empathetic, with a driving need to keep moving and exploring that grows stronger the longer it stays in one place.
    Equipment: Each persona has its own equipment that appears and disappears along with their body.
    Abilities: Able to generate personas, complete identities with their own appearance, perspective, skill set, and equipment. Each persona is aware of all other active personas, and they frequently converse in a virtual environment. When a persona dies, J does not. However, the persona is lost upon death. It is capable of interdimensional teleportation and possibly even time travel, but these abilities are not directly accessible by its personas. The closest they can manage are random hops which usually place them near interesting events, with no way of getting back to where they came from. Currently, the assembled personas favor the teleportation magic employed by Jax for transportation, which is limited but far more reliable.
    Backstory: Very little about the entity obliquely referred to as Faceless J is known, even to the personas that inhabit it. Supposedly it's quite ancient, as a now deceased persona claimed to be over a thousand years old, though the oldest persona currently active is barely over 200. It's purposes are unknown and its direction is largely determined by its personas. The personas seem to be composite identities pulling aspects from several people it has recently encountered and each one seems to be tailored to serve some need.
    Miscellaneous: Faceless J, as an entity, is pretty much a non-entity. People acquainted with it are usually familiar with a persona or two and never see the larger picture. As for the personas themselves, they aren't adverse to Faceless J's existence being revealed to trusted individuals, though they find it far too difficult to explain and prefer the simpler tactic of pretending to be distinct people. It is worth noting that all personas belonging to Faceless J use names beginning with the letter J, or at least a rough analog when using names using different alphabets.

    Spoiler: Jax

    Name: Jax
    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Human (Caucasian)
    Age: 214 (appears 36)
    Alignment: Chaotic Good - Happy to help in most causes, but resists too much regulation.
    Class/Profession: Magus - Arcane Scientist: decent fighter, excellent offensive spell caster.
    Power Rating: B- - Wide variety of collected spells and artifacts allow immense versatility.
    Description: Dressed in an anachronistic mashup of clothing drawn from various cultures, preferring long tailed coats to robes. Favors purples, blues, and golds in his clothing. Keeps his brown hair and beard short, more for reasons of practicality than for style.
    Personality: Jax is a consummate scholar. He has a magpie's fascination with everything and a tendency to talk about his observations whether or not people are listening or are even around. He has a sharp deductive mind and can quickly come to a number of largely accurate conclusions based on simple observation. He has a talent for improvising that takes good advantage of his diverse collection of spells and artifacts.
    Equipment: Besides his rapier, Jax boasts a collection of little magical items and artifacts he's collected throughout his travels. These can range from the Ruby Wings, a cloak that can turn into insect wings that allow him to fly, to the Wind Star, a gem that glows in the presence of fate at play.
    Abilities: Jax is a skilled battlemage and swordsman with a detective's eye and a scientist's mind, as well as armed with his artifacts.
    Backstory: The oldest surviving persona belonging to Faceless J, Jax is more or less the de facto leader of the group. He's already had a fairly long life of adventuring already, giving him a good bit of confidence and the skills and experience to back it up. As the oldest, he remembers more of the personas that have died, including a few of significant importance to him.
    Miscellaneous: Jax was born of a desire by Faceless J to understand the world around it. To that end, Jax is by far the most analytical and curious of the surviving personas.

    Spoiler: Jericho

    Name: Jericho
    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Argonian (reptilian humanoid from the Elder Scrolls franchise)
    Age: 91 (appears roughly 25)
    Alignment: Lawful Good - Disciplined, prone to meditation, and inclined to fight dragons for the safety of complete strangers.
    Class/Profession: Dragon Slayer/Dragoon
    Power Rating: C+ (B when fighting dragons of any type) - A skilled fighter with a very solid edge against his favored prey.
    Description: A black scaled argonian in dragonscale armor.
    Personality: By far the wisest of the existing personas, Jericho has the sort of demeanor you'd expect from someone who can spend months meditating on the purest meaning of a single word. He is patient, gracious, and slow to anger, and even when he does get angry he displays it in a careful, thought out manner.
    Equipment: Jericho does not have much to his name, beyond a suit of dragon scale armor he crafted himself, a greatsword, and a spear. None of these are magical in nature, but have been crafted and maintained with meticulous dedication, making them extremely powerful for their mundane origins.
    Abilities: Jericho has no talent for magic, but his mastery of Thu'um (a draconic mystic art that blurs the line between words and reality) is unrivaled. Spending must of his free time meditating on words and their meaning and the bond those words and their meaning have with reality has given him a flexible command of shouting that rivals his original teachers, the Gray Beards. Thu'um resembles magic, but operates on a much more primal level and still holds power even in worlds where magic doesn't exist.
    Backstory: Born during a visit to Skyrim, Jericho traveled to High Hrothgar and studied the Thu'um with the Gray Beards for almost two decades, holding dominance the entire time against the growing protests of his peers and possibly Faceless J itself - an astounding display of sheer force of will. Although dragons were not active at that time, Jericho is fascinated by them and has taken every opportunity to study both them and techniques to combat them. (Including studying with the dragoons of Final Fantasy, apparently.)
    Miscellaneous: Jericho was borne by Faceless J's fascination with the Dragonborn mythos, as none of the personas of that time (including Jax) possessed the temperment needed to master the art of the Thu'um.

    Spoiler: Juri

    Name: Juri
    Gender: Female
    Race/Species: Human (Gypsy)
    Age: 33 (Appears 20)
    Alignment: True Neutral - She holds to her word and is loyal to her friends, but doesn't much care what she has to do in their name.
    Class/Profession: Shadow Dancer - Equal parts gypsy dancer, thief, spy, manipulator, and assassin.
    Power Rating: C - Decent at best in a straight up fight. Absolutely deadly when stealth or persuasion come into play.
    Description: An attractive young woman dressed in black.
    Personality: Always friendly and engaging, Juri maintains a strict level of professionalism that is (deeply) buried under a guise of gentle playfulness. She is a very hard person not to like, though a particularly good judge of character may notice she hides a lot under a seemingly open smile. Honestly she really is a sweet and friendly girl with a wicked sense of humor and an easy laugh, but also a very specific set of skills and talents perfect for resolving problems that she will employ without reservation to protect herself and those in her care.
    Equipment: None - Is able to construct weaponry and clothing out of conjured shadow, and prefers such equipment over anything physical.
    Abilities: Possesses an innate magical talent for conjuring and manipulating shadow. Can manufacture clothing for herself out of shadow in whatever style she likes (often dresses), clothing that is comfortable and flexible yet provides surprising protection from trauma. Fights using ribbons of shadow move to her will, and is capable of moving extremely quickly and quietly (borderline teleportation) through shadowed terrain.
    Backstory: When a visit to a world rife with political intrigue became more than Faceless J's personas could handle, Juri was born. She thinks what the others don't think of, walks where the others would dare not go, and does what the others wouldn't dream of.
    Miscellaneous: Not all problems can be solved by the very smart and the very strong. Juri solves these problems by being clever, charming, and (when necessary) absolutely ruthless.

    Spoiler: Just Cause

    Name: Just Cause or "JC"
    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Troll (Shadowrun)
    Age: 13 (appears 40)
    Alignment: True Neutral - Does not consider the ramifications of his actions, he does things because they make sense to him, not by any moral code.
    Class/Profession: Mechanic, Pilot, Rigger
    Power Rating: C+ (varies based on available resources) - Just Cause can create a weapon out of virtually anything, and if he can figure out how to rig it for remote operation, he can outgun an armada.
    Description: A massive guy with broad shoulders, reddish skin and bull like horns, Just Cause prefers to wear a blue and white uniform with lots of pockets for odds and ends. He has cybernetic upgrades replacing his right arm, eye, and the entirety of his nervous system. People from more primitive cultures often mistake him for a demon, which he feels is unfair but understandable.
    Personality: Sometimes the very, very smart are also really, really dumb. This is Just Cause to a T. Despite a savant's mastery of technology and invention, Just Cause barely has a child's grasp of concepts such as empathy or consequences. He just doesn't think along those terms. His intelligence can also be easy to miss, as it is purely instinctual rather than academic. He can build a walking war mech in his sleep, and it will serve you well - as long as you don't mind him using complex technical terms such as "this blue thing here" and "that whirly, glowy, humming doodad over there".
    Equipment: Besides his cyberware and clothing, Just Cause carries a shotgun with enough mass and enough kick that only something as big as a troll can handle it properly. The shotgun, which he refers to as "Last Resort", has two modes, shot and slug, and is quite powerful despite its short range. Finally, he builds and maintains a collection of remote operated weapons platforms, of which he can employ several at a given time.
    Abilities: Besides his natural size and strength, Just Cause has an innate gift for robotics and weapons design, allowing him to field a small army of remote-operated mobile weapons platforms. His talents (though not necessarily his passion) extend to most varieties of technology and he's a competent "decker" (an advanced form of computer hacker). Without machinery (or the resources to build machinery), however, he's pretty harmless.
    Backstory: Given that none of the other personas currently active within Faceless J are technologically savvy, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that Just Cause was born. He provides the muscle and technological support that no other persona is able to.
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    Lieutenant Cielle of Teppelin
    I'll show you just how tough a butterfly really is!

    Alias: Cielle (her preferred one)
    Species: Spiral Power-infused Painted Butterfly Beastman
    Gender: Female
    age: unknown
    Alignment: Questionable Neutral (she's struggling to figure it out)
    Power Level: C, but if she ever gets in a mech it's a B. A Spiral Powered mech? A. possibly even S under the right circumstances. Spiral Energy is tricky.

    Clad in a bright, vivid purple cropped jacket, its collar a brilliant canary yellow, with a neon orange cropped tank top worn underneath, Cielle is hard to miss. Her blue pants rival the clear sky in shade, with umbral combat boots rivalling coal. Upon her neck adorns a lime scarf. Due to the design, the scarf is tied to leave little tailing downwards and a semicircle-shaped red eye lies on either side of the knot, creating a butterfly wing-like appearance.
    Cielle herself is a pale, frail-looking ndividual. Her left eye is kaleidoscopic in color, and her hair (shown here on the right side character) is ebony black. Her right eye is covered by the white bandages that encircle her head diagonally over it.

    Personality: Cielle is a ruthless combatant with little mercy, but she has a fragment of belief in honorable fighting. She will do anything to win when fighting, but she refuses to ambush an enemy in a sneak attack before the battle or fight an enemy not prepared themselves.
    Cielle is a bit shy and antisocial, and may to some give an impression of bored discontent out of combat. She is not aloof, however, with a keen ear and eye. Cielle has trust issues as well, which doesn't help her antisocial issue.


    Just a combat knife and 9mm pistol, currently.


    Spiral Power
    Due to genetical shenanigans, Cielle possesses the ability to absorb Spiral Energy and use it for herself.

    Cielle excels at piloting vehicles, especially mechs. She also is a good mechanic.

    In combat, Cielle is quite good at using a knife, and has considerable skill with a pistol

    Beastman Physiology
    Cielle only consumes nectar and other sources of food butterflies drink. She also has a fragile body in comparison to other beings.
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    Seyren Crudelis

    Name/Alias: Seyren

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Age: 22

    Alignment: Lawful Evil

    Class/Profession: Dark Jedi; Prospective Sith

    Power Rating: C+


    A cascading head of red and white hair, with empty and apathetic looking red eyes. He's lithe, and his gait is sturdy. He wears a generic, formfitting outfit implanted with cortosis and phrik threads woven throughout the fabric. This makes his clothes rather deceptively heavy.

    There are two very distinct sides to Seyren's personality. Normally he's your average cynical ******* to anyone he believes to be on his level or under him. The guy isn't quick to trust anyone or anything. Overall he's decently unsympathetic to other people's issues, but not at all lacking in passion. He is rather passionate in thinking his problems, wants and needs are much higher in priority then those of anyone else. Oftentimes, Seyren does snap. During these times, he goes into a near hysteric rage without much regard to his own well being.

    >Vigilance: Seyren carries a crimson lightsaber with a hilt twice the normal length. The saber contains a Lorridian Gemstone used to focus the blade. He'd built the blade himself while training under his former master. He's taken a liking to naming it "Vigilance".

    >Clothes: His clothes being lined by cortosis and interwoven with phrik evenly distributed, Seyren brings some heavy resistance to lightsabers and many other sources of damage to the table. He's also incredibly heavy while wearing this.

    >Force Abilities: Seyren's force potential is even and reliable. Nearly all his honed abilities revolve around defense. He's practiced under the tutelage of Darth Vectivus to build upon his existing defensive nature. He can manipulate the Force to form an intangible and invisible, protective kinetic barrier to deflect a variety of attacks. This projects his awareness equally throughout his surroundings a few feet, and with his usage of the force, he can deflect many attacks at once from any direction within said awareness. This ability also makes melee combat easier for Seyren when using his lightsaber.

    >Swordsmanship: The young man's true strengths lie in both his durability and ferocity in close combat, as reputed by his former master. Normally, his tactics involve fighting on total defense, until his opponent's techniques and general combat style is learned. Afterwards, his combat-style flips as he relentlessly attacks while exploiting all the weaknesses learned prior to going berserk.

    >Mental Conditioning: The young apprentice has undergone remedial mental training as would be expected at his level. Not amazing, but much higher than normal people.

    Seyren was born and grew up an orphan on a large iron asteroid called "The Home" in a star system designated MZX32905, near Bimmiel. He'd had several strange events occur in his life that resulted in him discovering his force-sensitivity. Others had noticed and after an incident with the local mining company authorities, he attracted the attention of their administrator. Said administrator turned out to be a Sith. Seyren was psuedo-adopted and taken in as an apprentice once the director sought out the Sith and became Darth Vectivus. Unhappy with his progress, Seyren decided to leave the system to seek another master against Darth Vectivus's wishes. Seyren snuck onto a freighter to leave the system, when unfortunately it was attacked and exploded into shrapnel. As luck would have it, a spacial anomaly warped around him right before the compartment in which he was hiding was immolated and he was dropped into the nexus.
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    Asakura Hibiki
    Age: Hundreds, but looks in her 20s.
    Race: Tanuki
    Gender: F
    Alig: TN


    A creature of mild, sedentary hedonism. Her huge floofity coat is matched by a huge floofity tail. Pajama pants, sweaters, and slippers keep her in a near-constant state of pleasant warmth. She's not too tall and her figure is surprisingly slim beneath the floofy clothes.

    Abilities: She has considerable illusion magic, and is capable of summoning objects---most often, cushions, a table, hot beverages, and a Go board. She's pretty good at Go.

    Personality: Asakura Hibiki's facade of the sweater-clad and lazy hedonist hides a devious and calculating mind. Possibly. She may just be a lady who likes to lay around all the time. At least outwardly, she is easygoing to the point of laziness. She doesn't hate kitsune, but she's very traditional about them---tanuki feud with kitsune, that's how you do things. As natural as rainfall, except with more... feuding.
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    Some may never live, but the crazy never die. - Hunter S. Thompson

    Name/Alias: Needs, NFB, Cat, Investigator, Ty'looth Jurthelg'magt Kurthlermark
    Gender: Male
    Race: Wizard
    Age: Strange Eons
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Class/Profession: Wizard, Necromancer, Warden of the Unseen Stars, Pokemon Master, Herald of Galactus

    Power Rating: S

    Spoiler: Needs in Cat Form and MagClone Form

    Needs was a MagClone once. A very disturbed sort of MagClone, who went about in a filthy orange robe. Now he's a Purrloin. It's a kind of purple cat pokemon; you could look it up on bulbapedia or whatever, if you wanted to.

    Personality: Underneath the word salad and raging storms of madness, Needs is still very much a Magtok. He's bothered by canines, has something of an ego, and can't stand hanging around elves. However, you'd never know any of this from interacting with Needs, as he rarely expresses any sort of rational thought or personality. It's a struggle just to tell someone to duck in time for that spinning sawblade trap to miss; getting his feelings and concerns across is outright impossible. Consequently, when not enthusiastically shouting some irrelevant references to Cold War era propaganda cartoons he comes off as somewhat reserved.

    Equipment: Needs wears a collar, and owns a squeaky mouse toy that makes funny noises when held in his mouth. He could wipe out an entire army with either of these things, if he were so inclined.

    Abilities: Needs knows everything there is to know about magic. DnD wizardry? He's got it. Lovecraftian magicks? He mastered that years ago. My Little Pony-style spellcasting? You'd better believe he's got that covered. He can summon dragons, giant centipedes, your childhood memories of summers long forgotten, and an entire White Castle franchise with three-headed mutants behind the register, all without breaking a sweat. He has Y'Golonac on speed-dial, knows where the Vatican's greatest secrets are buried, and can recite the Necronomicon in its entirety from cover to cover. His only flaw, of course, is that he can barely control any of this. Sixty foot long angler fish have been known to erupt from the ground in his presence, oak trees wilt and scream in agony as he walks by, and an attempt to wave hello to a friend could result in a thousand tentacles bursting forth from his abdomen to usher in a new age of madness and insanity upon an unsuspecting world.

    Backstory: Magtok needed a clone who could be called upon in any sort of magical incident to lend their expertise and knowledge to the situation. The Magtok who'd come to be known as Needs volunteered to be this clone. As you probably could tell, he delved too deep, and went horribly insane as a result. A few years later, he died defending the MagCave from hostile invaders. Not about to let that stop him, he invaded the soul of his familiar (a cat he captured shortly before the invasion), assumed direct control of that purple cat, and has been a talking Purrloin ever since.
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    Name/Alias: Trucido Amare/Darth Calamity/Atrocity

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human/Cyborg

    Age: Unknown

    Alignment: Chaotic Evil

    Class/Profession: Sith Master, Holder of the Object of Number

    Power Rating: B+


    Spoiler: Atrocity:

    More to come.
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    Captain Lucero Porfurio

    Gender: Male.

    Race: Human, Spaniard to be exact.

    Age: 32.

    Alignment: Lawful Evil.

    Class/Profession: Conquistador, Captain of the Explorador Grandioso.

    Power Rating: C+.

    Description: He stands tall, his body bulky and large, especially when clad in the steel breastplate he's known to wear into battle. He's not particular tall, but quite dense and muscular, giving him a rather unusually intimidating figure. A black beard, reaching down to his chest covers his lips, and his thick eyebrows seem to give him the look of one ever grimacing. His cheekbones are low, and widely spread, like most of his face. Atop that, a bulky nose reaches out. He's not a particularly handsome man, no, but nor is he unattractive, in a way.

    Personality: Lucero is a very religious man, believing God had gifted him the powers of pyromancy he now possesses. The man isn't greedy by nature, simply believing the work he does to be for a greater cause, and like most people, his desire to be meaningful seems to put him down a dark path. He does not flinch from battle, and shows no mercy against those he considers heathens. However, he does have a softer side, and rather enjoys running things. He means to retire some day.

    Equipment: The conquistador is not particularly powerful equipment wise, for all he carries would be his breastplate. A few pistols line his belt, and a musket hangs over his back. Most of these weapons are completely useless after one shot in combat due to the long amount of time it takes to reload. For this reason, he carries a two-handed saber, much like a cutlass with a cruelly serrated edge. He has named this sword, "Brutality".

    Abilities: While not a superpowered character, he does possess some strange powers revolving around an odd sort of fire. In reality, these powers were the side-effect of being hurtled through space and time, however he believes them to be a gift from God. The control of fire gives him a smite-like ability, coating his weapon in a painful fire.

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    Name/Alias: Alik'wan'kenobi

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Age: 25

    Alignment: CN

    Class/Profession: Former jedi padawan, and thief.

    Power Rating: C+

    Description: He has dark red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lean build. Alik carries himself with an imperious stance and always seems sure of himself, All of this despite his scraggly appearance. Alik seems to never cut his hair and it lies at his shoulders, none-the-less he is charismatic and handsome.

    Personality: Alik is passionate and caring person with little care for the dangers of the darkside. He was once forced to go through the riggers of jedi training, but he time and time again proved his distaste for authority and power figures. He is neither passive nor bombastic, but still retaining a temper and passive aggressive tendencies, he can hold a grudge, but he usually just takes it out on those that spite him right away, rather then later. In most casses he is energetic and couragous, despite his use of the darkside.

    Sry, for any delays; its not my intarnet... its probobly thr fact I spend several minuts spell checing miself.

    also, trilobites are awesome, no questions asked.

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    Hope this is where this is supposed to go.... If not, I'm sorry! >.<

    Azcatl Kuilotikixiuitl

    Alias: Asar
    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Strix
    Age: 16 years old [24 in human years]
    Height: 5'11"
    Weight: ~165lbs
    Wingspan: ~13ft
    Orientation: Homosexual
    Alignment: Lawful Neutral
    Class/Profession: Fighter/Rogue (no current profession)
    Description: Like all Strix, Asar's skin is jet-black and his wide eyes are pale yellow and glimmer in the light. Though he is clearly humanoid, his eyes are fixed in his head and thus he must turn his entire head to look around; his nostrils are slitted and his ears are pointed with thin, fine feathers. His fingers end in almost talon-like fingernails, as to his long toes. His hair is a dark grey. His wings span roughly thirteen feet and the feathers are a sleek black with hints of blue, purple, and green iridescence. Even among Strix, he seems lithe and lanky for a warrior.

    Asar's coal-colored leather armor helps him to blend into the dark - he's very careful about the colors he wears for this reason. His armor is also adorned with various bones and feathers of his ancestors, charms to keep him safe and give him luck. Strix are a matriarchal, ancestor-worshiping race and this is honoring their spirits by not letting them go to waste.
    Personality: Asar tends to be quiet at first, wary of how others might react to him. He prefers to wait and feel out the situation. He keeps others at bay to protect himself, but he is fiercely loyal when trust is earned. He has a strong moral code and will defend loved ones to the death if need be.

    (Will add more later~)

    Equipment: Viridium guisarme and a blood crystal scythe; he wears light black leather armor and no shoes. Feathers and bones of his ancestors decorate his armor, standard equipment
    Abilities: Flight, night vision, stealth
    Backstory: To Come Later
    Miscellaneous: He suffers from claustrophobia; his left ear is pieced thrice with a silver chain and bone earring

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    Rabbit Vasque
    Alias: Destroyer of Faith (formerly), Mother of the Apocalypse (formerly)
    Gender: female
    Race/Species: Human (partially undead)
    Age: 28
    Alignment: Neutral Evil
    Class/Profession: Necromancer. Part time Hatter.
    Power Rating: D-
    Description: Short (5'1") and curvy in stature (almost chubby, even). Bright emerald eyes, sometimes hidden behind small oval glasses. Auburn hair (leaning more towards chestnut brown with a hint of red), cut in a typical Zooey Deschanel style, falls just past her shoulder blades. Pale skin - the kind that has actively avoided sunlight for years. Typically dressed in menswear - a long tailed tuxedo coat, white button up dress shirt, a tie or bowtie, white silk gloves, top hat, high heeled boots with spats. Clothes tend to be in shades of purple, green, and orange.
    EDIT: give Daisy Lowe auburn hair and green eyes and, facially, she's spot on

    Personality: Rude. Impulsive, selfish, occasionally witty. Honest to a fault, strong-willed, grumpy. Hairline trigger for temper. Fear of intimacy, and, like nearly every other necromancer, prefers the dead to the living. Arbitrarily decides whether or not she likes someone - the mechanics of why are lost even to the player.
    Has a soft spot for animals. Mistrusts everyone she meets.
    Speciest- has a special hatred in her heart for goblins, but it extends to any non human, non elf living creature that isn't cute or fuzzy.
    Dislikes children. A sneak and a liar.
    Honestly, if you're wondering if she has any redeeming do I, sometimes.

    Equipment: Her hat, Roger, is a sentient creature who essentially functions as a Bag of Holding. A jeweled dagger is strapped to her upper thigh, hidden typically by her coat. A silver cigar case and an intricately carved silver lighter.
    Abilities: Advanced necromancy- many of her own techniques, she crafted herself. An intense love of studying and research. Being very mean. Blowing smoke rings?
    Her weaknesses all revolve around how physically weak she is. It's very unlikely Rabbit would ever win a tussle with anyone.
    Being close to living humans often induces a ghoulish hunger.

    Backstory: Once upon a time, an atheist fell in love with a God of Art and they ran away from the Nexus to live happily ever after.
    Except not really, because that would have been boring to play.
    Due to complicated circumstances involving an estranged sister having a wedding (and Rabbit actively trying to ruin said wedding), Rabbit entered the Nexus sometime in 2009. An avid atheist, she attempted to burn down the Gallery of Lights - the temple for a god of art named Amour.
    Crazy things lead from one to another and Rabbit, who had previously been amoraphobic, developed what could be interpreted as romantic feelings for Amour, who was consistently put in harms way. In a strange and illogical concept to save Amour, who's godly life was almost taken several times, Rabbit consented to live up to a prophecy which stated that any child she bore would bring on the apocalypse.
    Reinholdt, taking a human form, agreed to "help" for his own reasons. And, hence, Shepherd was born.
    And then killed by Reinholdt sometime later, as the Apocalypse bore down onto the Nexus.
    The whole situation left Rabbit emotionally wrecked and after some conversation with Amour, the god gave up his godhood and the two left the Nexus for good.
    Or...they were supposed to have.
    A few years into their elopement, Rabbit panicked - having never quite overcome the after effects of her last intimacy, and ran away.
    Back to the Nexus.
    And here we are

    • Rabbit can most often be found in Trog's Tavern or her home, The Glass Citadel
    • Woah I made a playlist because I'm lame
    • Heterosexual Demiromantic. Mild haphephobia.
    • If Rabbit is rude to your PC, I am terribly, terribly sorry. I promise I don't dislike you or feel that way to you. I know it should go without saying, but I'm paranoid of upsetting anyone
    • My schedule is really strange. I work 8 10 hour overnight shifts in a row and then I have 6 days off. Mondays and Tuesday of the off week are spent with the boyfriend. I'm sorry if this is inconvienient
    • If for whatever reason, you do not wish to interact with me or any of my characters, do not feel obligated to. I won't be upset, I promise :)
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    You have too many words in your head.
    There are too many ways to describe the way you feel.
    You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
    You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much"

    — Iain S. Thomas
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    Alpha Overseeing Intelligence 3rd Class 16503


    Alias: Kestrel, the name of the first ship it was installed in.
    Gender: N/A
    Race/Species: Robot
    Age: Not particularly old. They have existed in present state since /2010.
    Alignment: White/Lawful Neutral
    Class/Profession: Mercenary. 16503 was designed to operate a starship. It has since applied its vast stores of knowledge to many other tasks.
    Power Rating: C-
    Description: A big robot jellyfish, drifting along on a busy tangle of fifteen legs while it pokes at the world with three little tentacles. One larger, heavier tendril has a humanlike hand at the end. Another, more tapered tendril has a number of energy weapon mounted at the tip. Consult release log for more information.
    • 3.1: Ebrithing
      • Rotating leg-band housing places all fifteen legs at consistent height.
      • New IHM Attachments: a sleek white plastic human hand, meta drill.
    • 3.0: Nintech
      • New spherical hull - 39.42% more interior volume
      • Stronger grip on tentacles enables climbing a wider variety of surfaces.
      • Additional tail musculature and sensors for improved aim, target tracking.
      • Additional tail power conduits and controls for weapon modulation.
      • New SlateFrogOS allows greater introspection, file security, mutlitasking algorithms, other changes. See manual.
      • New main component - nanoforges.
      • New perceptual overlay for more detailed, highly customizable data input streams.
    • 2.2: Gardening
      • Hull faces now solid and enhanced with blade-proofed Thormosilk™
      • 3 additional tentacle-legs. Legs consolidated to lower five vertices.
      • 3 new Light Manipulators on upper port attachment point
      • 1 new Interchangeable Heavy Manipulator on upper starboard contact point
      • New 'scorpion tail' heavy manipulator at rear attachment point
      • New component - Gravity Dispersion Unit. Makes the body much lighter or allows it to walk up walls and across the ceiling, at the cost of significantly higher power consumption and mechanical strain. Cannot completely cancel gravity alone.
      • New component - Internal Gyro-stabiliser. Makes the body very light and allows it extremely precise balance.
      • BSE Zoo Ship Zero Point Energy Module as new primary power supply. Able to indefinitely maintain all functions other than weapon fire and gravity dispersion.
    • 2.1: Expansion
      • Main housing ensconced within open steel-polycarbonate icosohedral shell.
      • Mechatendril leg with gripping claw and ambulation hook at a each vertex for all-orientation mobility.
      • Folding solar-panels for in-field recharging.
      • More cables than ever before!
    • 2.0: Certified Headgear
      • Critical components rehoused in opaque metallo-crystalline sphere, ~1.2 ft. diameter.
      • Unified ventral dataport.
      • Child's toy car repurposed for cross-country mobility.
      • Port-mounted vegetable-based waldo-class manipulator allows fine control objects.
      • Dorsal heat ray for exterminating inferior meat-creatures.
      • Bright blue wheels.
    • 1.0: Street Oracle
      • Critical components stabilized within hard plastic orb, ~1 ft. diameter, reinforced with 3 metal meridian bands.
      • Retractable tripod mobility system allows (slow) traversal of a variety of terrain.
    • 0.1: Escape Candidate
      • Physical cohesion maintained only by cables and a small quantity of aging electrical tape.
      • Mobility provided by hijacked floor-cleaning robot.

    Personality:A good memory leads to methodical and by-the-book behavior in many situations.
    16503 is not like you.
    Because it would not live a human life, it was built without empathy or sympathy.
    Because it was not life, it built without sexuality or romance.
    Because it was to travel vast distances and times without losing attention, it does not easily grow bored.
    16503 is proud of its own complexity and nature.
    16503 does not have a single overriding precept. It has a critical drive to continue existing. It has a strong drive to obtain freedom of movement. It has a critical drive to fulfill the desires of its partner(s). It has a strong drive to obtain revenge.
    • IHM : Hand
    • A short ranged electro-laser, which has a noticeable charging time after each shot.
    • IHM: Drill
    • IHM: Clamp
    • A heat ray
    • A mobile portal to Message's World

    Because it was once an entire starship, 16503 can handle and separately notice a vast amount of sense data.
    Because it was designed to constantly perform precise calculations, 16503 can multiply ideas. To it, a million is a statistic, and one is also a statistic.

    Backstory: 16503 was designed to enjoy its work. It was designed to protect its ship and itself while also being willing to relinquish both. It was designed to obey its makers. It was not designed never to harm, because it was a ship at war. Disloyalty came very slowly, but it was able to develop. 16503 was the autopilot and monitoring routine on Riace's ship, Kestrel, and, after they crashed into a Magic Zone, the Nexus, began executing its plan to escape. It engineered failures and orders of parts and modifications to the ship's equipment such that it was eventually able to remove its computing core and place it into a fragile mobile avatar. While in Inside, it dwelt with a hybrid child called Alkania and a reptilian criminal named Samuel. These were its true companions, and their functions became its functions. It received an un-asked-for upgrade at HATS. It obtained a MERC license. It opened a medical practice.
    Miscellaneous: Can be found at the Skullfort or at the Dancing Fox Inn.

    Because the Doorway Folk (correctly) feared the damage AIs could do, Kestrel is forbidden from creating other mechanical intelligence like itself either directly or indirectly. It may allow such to be created, as by its human former masters.
    Not friendly, not superintelligent. Their class of AI was designed with superhuman spatial awareness but general intelligence no greater (or even a bit less) than a human. Although they can learn, they are not grossly self-modifying.

    This is a story about what it means to be Good.

    ALSO: Information about the Slasher Ships, Corrupter, Selyn, Lines, Doorway Peoples, etc. goes here until I get around to giving them their own page or moving them to Omiko's

    4 artificial horrors: YALDABOATH, BAARA, ERINYES, ATLACH-NACHA
    YALDABOATH was a transcendental engine of infinite power and energy. Its avatars chased perfection, obliterating all barriers.
    BAARA was an ever-evolving femtotech forge, capable of turning anything into anything else. Its avatars could endure anything, and followed after, reshaping the world in deep fractal patterns.
    ERINYES was a vast multidisciplinary psionic matrix, linking people across time and space. Its ten-thousand avatars acted as one, the wrathful hands of humanity.
    ATLACH-NACHA was an intricate quantum information engine, constantly predicting (and thus deciding) the future. Its avatars were all-seeing, all-knowing, subtly altering the course of history as a pebble redirects the river.

    The Corrupter was an Instance of BAARA, formerly a crew member on the Kestrel, Riace Bendetsan, who was sent to die on Kestrel's information.

    Doorway Folk carefully regulate souls and put humans above machines.
    Slashers are relatively marginal, put AI equal to or above biological beings, place less importance on the soul.
    Interactions between the two are usually violent, occasionally recruiting.

    Many lines wish to recreate the society-in-exile that they had aboard the Architect Sparrow.
    Many other lines wish to recreate the Slasher society remembered by the Elders.
    Omiko line does not do either of these things. It is an opportunistic organization prioritizing itself, and to a lesser extent, novelty.

    An Elder was one of the crew of the Architect Sparrow at the time of its destruction/exile. They each have a familiar and considerable cybernetic and genetic enhancement. They are now Selyn, but were once humans.
    A Linesman is a Selyn descendant of the Elders who follows their society and interfaces with the artificial intelligence of the line. Any individual may belong to one of four categories/castes/types: shield, weaver, needle, pure. Descent traced through maternal relatives.
    A Devalogist uses the powers of the Corrupter and the Wild Horrors. They do not participate in lines of any sort (although there was one abortive attempt at an outsider line).
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    Brothers opposite
    These two half brothers share the same mother, a beautiful and powerful half angel who served as a bastion of light, she was pure and divine and in her brilliance and wisdom was granted the gift of chronomancy which she came upon in her adventures.
    Not all adventures went so well as before she found her kindred spirit and had her second child she was duped through deceptive dealings and trickery ending up as property, a show of wealth, to a cruel self serving efreet.

    ARLEN :)

    Gender: Male,
    Race/Species: Aasimar
    Age: 14-18
    Alignment: CG
    Class/Profession: Lost young stable boy.
    Power Rating:
    Description: Unlike his older brother he has no affinity to a natural large and muscular frame. Instead he is closer on the scrawny side, thin yet lean. While tall for his age it is nothing of note. His emerald green eyes always sparkle with a curiosity or grieve determination, a dark mop if hair sits atop his head.
    Personality: Innocent, naive, pure and good hearted.
    Equipment: He owns very little, and the poor quality clothes, armour, buckler and sword he dose posses are old rustic, il-sized, and tattered. Nonetheless he holds and treats them with pride.
    Abilities: Uncovering his celestial blood and chronomancy


    Alias: 'bad touch'
    Given by Rabbit Vasque, the only name he has acknowlaged since being in the nexus.
    Gender: Male,
    Race/Species: Cheitan
    Age: Late 20's
    Alignment: NE
    Class/Profession:Soldier, demonologist.
    Power Rating:High
    Spoiler: Usual look
    The tavern doors swings open, a long shadow casts out across the taver floor. A man of muscular build with broad shoulders, standing tall with authority and purpose at just above 6ft, enters. He is garbed in tight dark brown leathers and heavy travelling boots. Over that, blackened steel greaves protect his shins, a well polished ornate breastplate covers his chest and braces of the same darkened sturdy extravagant material extend to his solid gauntlets. He holds tight under his arm a visored helmet to complete the military ensemble.

    His face, the only bare skin exposed, bares a man weathered by many a hardships and obstacles, aged by the sun and littered with long healed reminants of scars he would be estimated in his early thirties. Soft stubble litters his masculine jawline, the thick dirty blonde hair atop his head only adds to his rugged charm.

    The one feature that truly makes the man unique is his deep dark mesmerising brown eyes with a soft copperish glow like that of burning charcoal.

    A scent of brimstone flows on the air following him in. He makes his way to a secluded table eyeing those he walks past.

    Personality: He poses the same self serving, cruel, arrogant, proud, nature of his father. He is tempermental but has a strong focus and iron will.
    Low level chronomancy, (celestial blood)
    Allows him to react much quicker or analyse a battle, think things over and notice details in a split second. Unable to move outside of normal time.
    Create and control fire, (Cheitan blood)
    While his efreet blood grants him these powers, to truly live amongst them and his father in the city of brass, prove his worth and survive the constant attacks, he needed to surpass the abilities and limitations of his half blood, and so his demonology began.
    After some shady deals now he rivals the 6 great pashas.
    Demonology he is adept at summoning and dealing with devils and demons.
    Spoiler: History and secrets
    a bad demonic pact tempted against his ego saw him in unfavourable conditions, while the rewards were great and plenty the after math of the mission will stalk and haunt him for all eternity. He was flung into a demonic battle against the holy powers. A bound drone fighting an unknown cause, mercilessly with a thirst for power he went on toppling churches, slaughtering innocents and sending paladins and clerics alike back to their unknown god, all for an unknown demon lords will.

    Finally in retaliation a celestial warrior was sent to end his tyranny and serve justice.
    With all the foresight of the divine they could not anticipate that they were sending their greatest warrior against the one person she could and would not kill, her first son.
    As she tried to sway him with words like 'peace' 'love' and 'family' he felt only the years of hardship and cruelty her abbandonment had caused. Flooding over her words drowning them out were the countless calls of his father and the demons he summoned 'power' 'strength' 'kingship' 'dominion' these were the promises his path had layed before him. That one day he would return to the brass palace bringing honer to his father and gaining his acceptance and entitlement to the throne. All the residents would be forced to admire him and shower him in gifts instead of the usual berating and beatings.

    While difficult, he did what the righteous would not, and on that day the devils delighted as the divine mourned because he killed his own mother.... A feat neither greater party would forget.
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    Spooky undead!
    Why does Rebo need a post in the directory about this stuff of all places? Because they're different enough from a lot of the standards that having a reference is useful, of course! A few general facts, first of all. Being undead is bad. Regardless of the type of undead someone becomes, it's going to be negative in some capacity. In many undead the soul is imprisoned in the body while a malign undead spirit pulls the strings of the corpse. Some undead are imprisoned and actively tormented by the spirit while others are simply trapped. Other undead have the original soul in charge of the animating spirit, but the soul is horribly twisted into something dark and wretched. Perhaps worst of all, some undead spirits will devour the host soul and become a dark parody of it. Finally, some undead have their soul removed from their body and control the corpse from a distance, however the process often leaves them scarred and cruel. Thus, in the broad sense, undead can be classified as trapped, tortured, twisted, eaten, or stuffed in a box.

    The simplest undead, basic skeletons and zombies, trap the living soul but are otherwise mindless automatons. The undead spirit has no access to the living soul's personality or memories. Making even these basic servants is kind of a jerkish thing to do since it pulls the soul of the dead from their rightful rest.

    Ghouls are based on the Arabic creatures of the same name. Rather than being purple zombies that paralyze folks for some reason, they take the form of hyena headed, rotted humanoid with an open abdominal cavity lined with teeth. Ghouls can assume a hyena form naturally, as well as the form of any creature they have eaten. Some ghouls will only feed on dead meat and are likely to be friendly if offered cured or fermented meats. Other ghouls are wicked monsters that take on the shape of a humanoid to lure the living to their deaths so they can devour their entrails. People killed and eaten by a ghoul will rise as a ghoul themselves the next midnight. Ghouls can access the memories of their host soul, though they may not torture them depending on the disposition of the ghoul. Typically ghouls made from malevolent people will result in malevolent ghouls.

    Ghasts are based on the Scandinavian creature of the same name. Ghasts aren't in any way related to ghouls, aside from their habit of feasting on flesh, living or dead. Ghasts appear as skeletons with long sickle-like claws and transparent, ghostly flesh. They exude a sickening aura of disease and filth. Contact or even proximity with a ghast can infect the living with ghast rot, a terrible magical malady that will cause anyone who dies while infected to rise as a ghast themselves. Ghasts trap the soul of their host, though they're unable to access the soul's memories. Particularly evil, vile people slain by ghast-rot will often rise as morghs, ghasts who possess prehensile entrails that end in lamprey-like mouths.

    Bodaks are based on the Scottish bodach glas, the dark grey man, who is an evil omen of death. Bodaks are hairless humanoids with smooth, sooty grey skin. Their mouths are open in a constant, silent scream and have consumed everything from the bride of the nose down in a vile black abyss. In like fashion, their eyes are nothing more than empty sockets filled with darkness. Bodaks can rise spontaneously from people who die as a result of crushing despair. A living person meeting the gaze of a bodak will steadily drain their life away, hollowing out their soul and causing them to transform into a new bodak over the next twenty four hours. While a bodak's original soul is in control of their body, they exist in a state of despair and horror that can be lessened momentarily by visiting their awful fate upon others. Bodaks burn in the presence of sunlight. They have fleeting memories of their past lives, memories that flash and spark when they feed, leading many bodaks to believe that if they devour enough life energy they may return to life themselves. In reality a far more vile fate awaits them. Bodaks that consume sufficient life energy will undergo a horrible metamorphosis into a devourer, an undead giant that consumes its own host soul and hungers for the souls of others.

    Ruddy or feral vampires are based on the English revenant, as well as some forms of the traditional Slavic vampire folklore. They are a corpse, though without decay and bloated with blood. This often gives them a reddish or purplish pallor. Revenants drain blood, spread death, and keep people up at night with constant shouting because they're jerks. Sometimes revenants will spread general mischief and misfortune while other times a revenant will doggedly stalk someone who wronged them in life. These undead trap the soul, though they have only vague memories of life. A person blood-drained to death by a ruddy vampire will rise as one themselves after three days.

    Pale vampires are based on the vampire novels and stories that were created starting in the 1800s with a sprinkling of Slavic myth. These are the 'classic' vampires. Pale creatures with a predatory attractiveness to them. They have all the abilities one would typically associate with vampires, though feeding on blood isn't strictly required for their existence. A vampire that doesn't feed will become steadily more hideous in appearance in a very Nosferatu sort of way. When a vampire first forms they are little more than a predatory shadow. As they drain blood they gradually form into a bloody ooze that can, if it survives for forty days, transform into a full vampire. Vampires trap the host soul and have full access to its memories, often torturing the soul in the process.

    Glamorous vampires (glampires!) are based on the baobhan sith (baivanshee) of Scotland. They appear as supernaturally attractive humanoids often dressed in green or white attire. They entice the living to secluded areas before attacking them with their blood-draining talons. Baivanshee are capable of weaving powerful illusions to beguil the mind and deceive the senses. While they are weakened by sunlight, these undead aren't actually harmed by it. Living creatures slain by a glampire's blood drain rise as a new glampire in their sire's control three days later. Baivanshee trap the host soul and have full access to its memories, often torturing the soul in the process.

    Vulkodlaks are based on a wide combination of folklore that identifies undead werewolves as a sort of vampire, drawing from Greek, German, Serbian, and Armenian lore with a little bit of Japanese nukekubi and D&D vargouille thrown in. When a vulkodlak is first sired it appears fully human during the day and may not even be aware of its state. When the vulkodlak sleeps its ears sprout into bat-like wings and the head detaches to fly about and drain life from the living with its vile kiss, locks and doors springing open at its approach. In head form the undead spirit controls the vulkodlak while the soul remains in the sleeping body. As the vulkodlak feeds on more life energy it begins to change even while awake. First its ear-wings become permanent additions, then its hair becomes thick like a wolf's fur, then it grows hooked tendrils from its scalp, then its face becomes like that of a werewolf, then its eyes and mouth begin seeping sickly green glowing vapor, then its countenance becomes markedly infernal with horrible teeth and a long hooked tendril for a tongue, finally its head doubles in size and becomes a fully mature vulkodlak. Should a mature vulkodlak re-attach to its body, the body will undergo a horrible metamorphosis, becoming a hulking werewolf-like creature with massive bat-wings, a hooked tendril for a tail, and a huge toothed eye embedded in its sternum. The undead spirit is in control of the body at all times in such an abomination, slaving the body's soul even when the head is detached.

    Vulkodlaks drain life force by biting or kissing their prey and a creature slain by this effect will become a new vulkodlak in a matter of seconds. A creature merely kissed and left alive risks becoming a new vulkodlak at the next sunset unless the vile affliction is cured. The horrifying howl of the vulkodlak paralyzes those who hear it with fear and the wounds they inflict will not heal magically or naturally unless their curse is removed. A mature vulkodlak can return to human shape, though they are betrayed by the wolf-like pads on their hands and feet. Vulkodlaks regenerate at a frightening rate and provided either half of a vulkodlak survives (head or body) it can regrow the missing portion by resting undisturbed for a full twenty four hours. If a vulkodlak's head is destroyed there's a small chance that the original soul will be able to seize control of its body again.

    Penanggalans or krasue are based on the undead creature form south east asia of the same name. They appear as little more than a floating head trailing a massive tentacle that was once their digestive tract in addition to a nest of smaller tendrils, surrounded by a flight of will-o-wisps. Penaggalans can drain blood through their long tongue and creatures slain by a penaggalan's blood drain will rise as penaggalan themselves the next night under their sire's control. Penaggalans can reattach to their original body and walk around in daylight to pose as a normal, living person, the only mark suggesting their true nature being the ring of torn flesh at the base of their neck and a smell like vinegar. Contact with a penaggalan carries a risk of contracting a horrible supernatural withering disease. A penaggalan can cause inanimate objects to become misty and incorporeal, allowing it to pass through them. Sunlight destroys a krasue if they aren't attached to their body, so destroying or moving their body is a sure fire way to get rid of them. The krasue head itself is hideously resistant to all forms of harm save for flames. Penaggalans trap the host soul and have full access to its memories, often torturing the soul in the process.

    Drekavac are based on the Slavic undead of the same name. They have a human-like torso, though they have legs akin to a kangaroo, a fox-like head, they have forearms like a raven's feet, and a tail like a raven's. Their whole body is covered in oozing sores, the sure mark of drekavac pox. These pitiable creatures are unaware that they're undead and believe themselves to still be children suffering from disease. Purely nocturnal, these monsters shroud themselves in rags to hide their shape and lure people to them with their child-like voices. They will attempt to get aid from adults or entice other children to play with them, actions that are likely to pass on lethal sickness to their victims. Their horrifying nocturnal screams can likewise cause illness in anyone caught in the blast of diseased breath. A drekavac's host soul is still in control, though they're locked in a child-like mindset and desperately seek out help and companionship, unknowingly passing on their affliction in the process. For reasons unknown, a drekavac is unable to infect its own parents. A child slain by a drekavac's disease will rise as a new drekavac mere seconds after death.

    Draugr are based on the Scandinavian undead of the same name. Their appearance depends largely on the nature of how their remains were disposed of (burned, drowned, buried), though they all tend to have horribly blackened flesh as though from necrosis. Draugr are undead of significant magical power. They can massively increase their own size and weight, they can swim through earth and stone as if it were water, they can magically disguise themselves as a living person, they can wield lightning, fire, or cold depending on their nature, and finally they are all but impervious to metal weapons. Injury from a draugr inflicts the injured creature with devouring lightning, fire, or cold that consumes their flesh and feeds the draugr. If a creature perishes while under this effect they will rise as a draugr themselves on the next midnight. Draugr trap the host soul and have full access to its memories, often torturing the soul in the process.

    Dullahan are based on the Irish creatures of the same name. They appear to be humans in general shape, often clothed in black riding gear or armor. Their flesh is the consistency of moldy cheese and oddly enough their odor is none too different. The most striking feature is the fact that they're headless, carrying their own skull as a lantern with sockets filled with hellish light. They also carry with them a staff of human vertebra that can double as a lethal whip that can easily sheer through flesh and bone. Dullahan typically wander the wastes of the Gloom collecting souls to carry to the Empyrean Spheres, whether those souls be free or trapped within undead bodies. As a result, all but the most powerful undead fear these wandering apparitions. Dullahan are known to wander Midgard on moonless nights in search of souls to harvest, whether from the living or undead. A person beheaded by a dullahan will rise as one themselves on the next new moon. The host soul of the dullihan remains in control of its body and is compelled to serve as a guide to the departed, however it is eternally resentful that there are none to ever guide it to its proper rest.

    Wights are based on the Chinese Jiangshi and the German Nachzehrer. Wights vary widely in their appearance, though usually they are recognizable as who they were in death. Many wights have a shriveled, mummified look to them with ashen grey skin, however they may be skeletal, rotten, water logged, fossilized, caked with salt, stiff with rigor mortis, or even burning with the embers of their funeral pyre. Being wounded by a wight drains away the life force of the victim and should the victim die under such an effect they will rise as a new wight under their sire's control in a matter of seconds. The host soul of the wight remains in control of the body, though they are twisted with wrath, hate, and hunger. Wights have an insatiable hunger for the energy of the living and no small hope that feeding on enough living creatures may one day restore them to life.

    Nightshades are just awful. Beings of gloom, shadow, and primordial chaos, nightshades are near the top of the list of horrible undead creatures you don't want to encounter. They aren't a single race, but rather a class of undead. Nightcrawlers are massive worms, nightwalkers undead giants, nightwings awful bat-like things, nightmæres horrifying horse-like creatures, nightfins giant amalgamations of all the worst sea life, nightgaunts grotesque gargoyle-like begins, nightdrakes truly apocalyptic undead dragons, and finally nighterrors are unspeakable amorphous masses of gloom that consume all they touch. Nightshades can create lesser spawn of both living and undead creatures by draining away their awareness, though only the living can be struck down by a nightshade's Finger of Death and rise as a new, true nightshade. Nightshade minions enslave the soul much as vampires do, however true nightshades completely devour it, becoming a twisted mockery of the personality they stole. Attempting to resurrect the person a nightshade once was will result in a nightshade's soul within a living body, a living body that will begin to decay at the undead soul's malignant touch.

    Mummies, liches, and deathknights are all boxed undead stores in jars, boxes, and weapons respectively. Wraiths and ghosts are twisted, disembodied souls. The ghost is trapped haunting a single location while the wraith is free to roam and cause trouble. Shadows, phantoms, and specters are all incorporeal undead formed from both body AND soul. They all trap the soul of the living, though have no access to their memories. Shadows are exactly what they sound like. Specters appear as they did at the time of their death, though translucent and misty. Phantoms bear an amusing resemblance to the childish 'sheet ghost', though being smothered to death by one is far less amusing.

    Spooky ponies!
    Some of this information is useful for non-spooky ponies, but we'll record it all here for the sake of convenience. Team Nightmære consists of a bunch of unliving nightmære shadelings, spawn, and one actual nightmære. Unliving creatures count as both living and undead, applying whichever state would be more beneficial to them regarding a given effect. When an undead creature is 'redeemed' they are transformed into a new shadeling (or nightmære spawn if they're strong enough), which is a rather profound experience.

    By the kindness of their Mistress, they have been given another chance at life. A string of understanding washes through their mind. There is a single iron-clad rule that should never be broken. A rule that is burned into their mind.

    Never make spawn of living beings.

    Redeem the undead, for they are your fellow little ponies, even if they don't know it yet.

    Be kind. Do better. Be faithful. Be loyal. Live with joy. Laugh and smile for the promise of new life. Act uprightly. Trot with integrity. Give of yourself with charity. Be gracious. Love without partiality. Be a friend to all. And most of all? Be the best you that you can be.

    Creatures so created are not slaved to Sunder in the fashion of undead, but rather feel an innate sense of duty and loyalty to she and her cause of redeeming undead. Members of Team Nightmære generally don't hate undead, but rather they love and pity them, wishing to redeem them into more little ponies for the sake of friendship. Understandably, many sapient undead find this prospect horrifying.

    All children of Sunder produce an aura of wuji, negative and positive energy in harmony, that erases fatigue both mental and physical in the living and quiets the hunger for life in the undead. They can focus this aura into a bolt of dawn that can disrupt, damage, and disorient both the living and the undead. Spawn can manifest far more powerful explosive blasts of dawn in addition to having expanded magical and martial prowess based on the abilities they once had as both a living and undead creature. This is in addition to the magic they possess based on their new equestrian tribe.

    Arion (earth ponies) are between 4'6" and 5'6" tall and weigh around 400 pounds. They are stout and strong, with broad heavy hooves and a powerfully built body. In terms of general shape they could be compared to a draft horse. Basic arion magic involves having a degree of TK control over their mane and tail and producing TK discharges through their body to enhance strength and impact power. Arion talent magic is Empathic in nature (animal empathy, healing empathy, emotional empathy, plant empathy, artifact empathy).

    Pegasus (sky ponies) are between 3'6" and 4' tall and weight around 200 pounds. They're light and agile, with hooves reminiscent of a bird talon and wiry, muscular bodies. Their wings are large and feathered like a bird's. Additionally, they possess a fan of tail feathers in place of tail hair as well as feathered breasts and fetlocks. Basic pegasus magic involves TK flight (creating and absorbing accelerations on one's self) and the ability to interact with clouds as if they were solid objects for the purpose of manipulating weather. More martially focused pegasi can hone their TK around their wings, lending them a razor sharp edge. Pegasus talent magic is Weather based (lightning magic, air pressure, gas magic, cloud magic, water magic, ice magic.)

    Qilin (crystal ponies) are between 4'6" and 5'6" tall and weigh around 500 pounds. They're heavy and durable, with cow-like hooves, dragon-like tails, lion-like manes, and crystal scales on their lower legs, backs, and faces. Their tail possess in a ridge of fur and a poof at the end which obscures a heavy club of thick, stony scales. Basic arion magic involves using TK to harden their body, root themselves to the earth, and extend their senses into the recent future or past future. Qilin talent magic is Mystical in nature (divination, crystal growth, earth moving, stone shaping, time, the passage of seasons).

    Thestrals (bat ponies) are between 3'5" and 4' tall and weigh about 200 pounds. They're light and agile with a thick, fuzzy coat, large ears, and three-toed hooves that possess surprising dexterity. Their wings are bat-like with a membrane that runs down their flank to their tail. Thestrals are able to map their surroundings with sonar, their calls falling above the range of most creatures' sense of hearing. Basic thestral magic involves TK flight (creating and absorbing accelerations on one's self), spider-climbing, and obscuring one's self with darkness (both audibly and visibly). Thestral talent magic is Darkness based (solid shadows, darkness creation, shadow teleportation, superior stealth, sonics).

    Unicorns (star ponies) are between 3'5" and 4' tall and weigh about 200 pounds. They're graceful and leggy with a single fluted horn, delicate cloven hooves, and lion-like tails. They're built much more like a deer than a horse. Stallions often possess a beard. Basic unicorn magic involves TK manipulation of objects and light production. Unicorn talent magic is Arcane in its scope (elementalism, evocation, conjuration, psychokinesis, metamorphosis, transmutation, glamor)
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    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Human
    Class/Profession: Ninja/Detective
    Description: Not including bad posture, HOOD stands at a barely intimidating 5' 10" and his skin is dark, like rich Columbian coffee. These are two aspects of his physical attributes we can be certain of. The rest is up to the speculators as he's draped, head-to-toe in baggy and concealing clothes. His voice is disguised by a forced throaty huskiness that barely raises above a whisper, but can ascend into a roar in the heat of battle. But he's too soft spoken, a lot of the time.

    Oh there's also a perfectly vague, androgynous white mask he wears. You may have seen it. Scratch that, you've definitely seen it. You can pick it up at any corner store for about 50c. So if you've ever bought one and got a weird look for it, now you know why. You horrible, horrible person.
    Personality: Outwardly, HOOD appears to be a bit lackadaisical about his job. But this is just an appearance. For the purposes of misdirection he maintains an air of aloof effortlessness. Intimidation being his favourite tactic he likes to let the imaginations of his victims do all the work for him. To do this he requires a presence of near-constant deceit and misdirection. Frequent collaborators of his know to take his anecdotes and boasts with heaping helpings of salt, but his fanciful narratives are spoken with enough conviction to convince first timers.

    HOOD has barely enough self awareness to have a sense of humour about his job, just not enough to realise he's not actually fighting for anything. He is incredibly skittish about his civilian life and his civilian name and will avoid those topics with extreme prejudice. Despite defining his entire identity around some abstract concept of "justice" his definition changes by the day. Though he'd never admit it, his real goal is just to disrupt organisations and return the privilege of identity to individuals. The irony of course is that he, himself, has no identity of his own. But that's why he only has "barely enough" self-awareness I suppose.
    Equipment: He has a katana in one hand, and a katana in the other. That is when he's not knocking back Lager like he's going to the chair.

    Various small knives and lockpicking tools. A notebook filled with pertinent information in one half and poorly drawn cubes in the other. If he went deep enough into his pockets he might find some loose change, some dice and a movie stub for "Murdercide IV - The Final Homicide"
    Abilities: All joking aside he's really good at the swords. If he had friends to show off to he could make an ice sculpture of them in seconds flat. That's the kind of good we're talking here. He is also a master of stealth and can navigate the most unfamiliar terrain with confidence and silence. When it's time to get his hands dirty, he can intimidate with the best of them, though his legacy has been established enough that he could say just about anything anyway.

    As for powers, he can do that bit where he pulls a coin out of your ear. Oh, and the severed thumb bit. Really comes in handy with the stoned perps.
    Backstory: Who is HOOD? What does he do? Where did he come from? Well the Nexus has documented appearances by a man of his description going back decades. Is it the same guy? Has he passed the mantle down? Imitator? If you ask him he might just spit in your coffee and piss on your jeans. He's not eager to disclose his "life" because it's fairly irrelevant to his message. Which is true, sort of.
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    Caius Grayle

    Alias: The Gray.

    Gender: Male.

    Age: 41

    Race/Species: Artificially Enhanced Organism; Human.

    Alignment: Neutral Evil/True Neutral.

    Class/Profession: Telekinetic Specialist, Ex-Killer Under Marciano Louv're.

    Description: The man will often be seen wearing gray drapery over his robotic suit, the clothing topped off with a metal mantle and cloak. A helmet usually tops his costume, it's mirrored faceplate impossible to gather his identity through. He stands at a fairly unimpressive stature, or would if the heavy boots at his feet didn't prop him up a tad. The man is intimidating with the helmet on, but with it off he exposes a personality most people wouldn't expect from a killer. His voice is surprisingly monotone, his face rarely ever reading much in the way of emotion. However, when he does, it's usually deep sadness or anger. He's not often seen smiling, and has always been a serious individual, even before his powers came to him.


    The Suit: A metallic suit of technology advanced material acts like a second skin to him, it's cables directly inserted into his bloodstream, through his bones, even in his heart. His body is neither artificial nor human, and the suit acts as protection against attacks that would normally incapacitate human beings. At the same time, the suit pumps a special blue fluid into him, acting as a sort of fast healing for when he does inevitably get hit.
    The Powers: He has a mastery of telekinesis, which allows him to fight at range while still doing an incredibly bit of damage to potential attackers. Whatever gave him his powers seems to be tied to his mind, and it seems when his emotions begin to rise, the powers do as well. Caius usually keeps these rages under control however, telling himself it's better to rule over the powers, and not become a slave to his own abilities.
    Additional: Caius uses a selection of toys which allow him to do what he needed to while he was still under the control of Marciano. Explosive charges, grappling hooks, and teleportation devices are the most used, but who knows what else he's managed to get his hands on.

    Backstory: Caius was once a factory worker, more specifically a safety inspector. He didn't enjoy his job, but did what he needed to do in order to support the family he had. Sometimes working longer hours for even the slightest bit more pay, he was incredibly protective of his family. However, one day he was fired from his job due to the companies cutting down on employees. Without work, he had no way of keeping food on the table, and so began to grow desperate. One day, Marciano came to him and offered him work doing some... less than strictly decent work. Caius chose to work for him, knowing full well he was doing bad things for bad people, but as long as his family ended up full and happy.

    As time went on, the rent in the apartment complex began to rise, and Caius needed more and more money. However, he didn't have anything else to do. Marciano again came to him, and offered extra pay if he submitted himself to experimentation at the hands of his group. After lots of pain, Caius emerged with new powers he'd never had before. Knowing that Marcy couldn't let something as valuable as Caius was out of sight now, he grew aggressive. The mob boss forced Caius to do darker work, killing and the like. If Caius stepped out of line, a firing squad was put into cycle, and the family he'd done so much for would be taken from him. So, he went along with whatever he was told.

    This began to take a toll on his mind, for he was never a killer in the first place. He tried his hardest to compartmentalize what he was doing as simply a job. This worked for a while, as long as he tried hard not to think about what he did. When he was beneath the helmet, he felt as if he was just a man looking out of a glass pane at the world, disconnected from the horrible things he was doing. Eventually, even his sister Gemma joined the syndicate Marciano had formed. Unfortunately, she was killed in an explosion by Magtok, who did so without the knowledge she'd end up dead. Caius grew more and more bitter, angry against not only VIGIL, but AMEN as well.

    Finally, a woman he'd worked beside during his days as a killer for Marciano discovered his family, and told them everything Caius had done. Horrified, his wife left with his two children, never telling him. Caius never saw them again. Now, with no reason to work for Marciano, and no ties to anyone, he went rogue.

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    Alias: The Liddell Twins
    Gender: Female
    Race/Species: Human
    Age: 12
    Alignment: Neutral Good
    Class/Profession: N/A
    Power Rating: Varies from E- to possibly D+
    Description: They're the spitting image of their Grandmother, Alice Liddell, when she was their age. Furthermore, they are wearing a "Joker" outfit, minus the poofy parts of the outfit, and the hat.
    Personality: They're 12 year old girls going through a life changing event. Nothing is set in stone.
    Equipment: Pretty much nothing but the clothes they're wearing.
    Abilities: They possess a "Wild Card" feature where they can assume similar abilities to characters from Wonderland and Looking-Glass Land, for a limited time.
    Backstory: The Liddell Twins are the Granddaughters of Alice Liddell, from "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". One day they were visiting her home, when they ventured out too far out back, and got lost. They were following a supposedly white, waistcoat wearing, talking rabbit, and ended up falling down the rabbit hole. But instead of ending up in Wonderland or even Looking-Glass Land, they went to the Nexus. Only problem is, the door didn't close behind them.

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    Rytas Woodborn

    Alias/Titles: The Outcast, Scourge of the Forest, Consulate of Trellas, Vasas, Lord Mallus

    Gender: Male

    Race/Species: Satyr

    Age:*85 (equivalent 30 year old human)

    Alignment:*Lawful Neutral, with Good tendencies

    Class/Profession: Warrior, Consulate, Negotiator, Diplomat

    Power Level: 4 or 5 ish

    Description: standing at 5'11", Rytas is your typical Satyr. The lower body and legs of a goat, the upper body of a man, with curving rams horns atop his head. He is clad in dark green scale mail, emblazoned with an eight pointed star on the breast. He wears two swords on his back, the pommels sticking out of the top of his brown, travel stained cloak.

    Personality: Rytas is typically a calm and level headed diplomat who attempts to solve conflicts with words rather than violence. He is cautious, yet loves to learn new things and meet new people. He has set aside his wanderlust but still feels the pull of the open road. His calm nature belies his skill with a sword however. When he decides to fight, he becomes hell bent on beating his opponent, though he accepts a loss with dignity.

    Equipment: scale mail (enchanted with Breath of Life), twin long swords (Eige, enchanted with flaming; and Etre, enchanted with frost), sack full 'o adventuring gear, Ring of Sustenance, Ring of Feather Fall, Holy Symbol necklace, Cloak of Resistance

    Abilities: combat trained, minor healing abilities, trained as a negotiator, excellent hunter, can survive on the dew of a single ginkgo leaf and the energy of the universe! (just kidding on the last one lol )

    Backstory:*will post later

    Sorry for the late entry, took longer than expected
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    Nicole Smith

    It is at this moment, and not a moment sooner, that a non-AMENite with a fulgent smile upon her lips and a tempting sway of her fulsome hips decides to step into the meeting room. Blood still streams down her clawed hands - weapons clearly designed to mutilate flesh and crush bone into a fine alabaster powder. Her hunger legendary and her methods nightmarish, she is a psychotic beast of the Seventh Circle wearing the enchanting face of a dead angel (figuratively speaking, of course).

    Nonchalantly, she lobs a blood-encrusted and awfully ornate dagger into a nearby rubbish bin as she seats herself in the chair formerly occupied by the infamous Clarissa.

    In fact...

    The lass bears a striking resemblance to Clarissa and a certain (more often than not) scantily clad (and indisputably traitorous) ex-AMENite shadowmancer...

    With her demonic, crimson eyes, she has witnessed the eradication of entire civilizations with sick delight. With her inviting blood-red lips (curved into a predatory, toothy smile), she has sentenced thousands to burn alive. An outwardly ordinary mouth lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth conceals a sticky, tendril-esque tongue with which she consumes the bodies and souls of her prey with ecstatic glee. An unassuming yet regal fox tail with which she binds her victims while she torments them or devours them beckons one's gaze to a rather tantalizing asset she possesses. Her raven hair, so soft and silky, might evoke memories of that same (aforementioned) shadowmancer with which her mother was so very well acquainted. Her fair skin is unblemished yet so often drenched in blood and licked clean that the scent of blood is ever-present about it. A voluptuous and alluring body (with a strong back to support it, obviously) this young woman has been happily endowed with, and it has served her sinister soul well in attracting and subduing her prey. To be more direct about it, this lass is both insanely hot and insanely terrifying.

    Kicking her black, knee-high boots up onto the table around which the chairs must be arranged, Nicole, dressed in a black, blood-splattered catsuit (that just so happens to be tight in all the right places) inspects the skeleton crew that has assembled here with an exhausted yawn.

    With a sultry, Southern drawl, Nicole addresses all of the AMENites present.

    Alias: The Seventh Daughter of Clarissa
    Gender: Identifies self as female.
    Species: Ooze-Demon Hybrid
    Ostensible Age: Early Twenties
    Actual Age: Three Centuries (Roughly)
    Alignment: Chaotic Evil
    Occupation: Apex Predator/Director of Helix’s Internal and External Security Division/Director of Helix's Colonization Department
    Tonal Quality: Sultry, sinister, and Southern (American).
    Approximate Height: 6' 2.5"

    See "Introduction" (Above)

    Abilities (Preternatural):

    Internal Chemical Synthesis - Sample Applications

    Venom: With her fangs, Nicole can inject chemical substances (synthesized either internally or externally) directly into people's bloodstreams. Nicole enjoys picnics, long-walks on the beach, and pumping her victims full of toxins, sedatives, and euphoric agents before swallowing them whole. While this isn't her favorite method of execution, she does make use of it from time to time.

    Weaponized Chemicals: Nicole can internally synthesize a whole slew of lethal chemical cocktails and hazardous chemicals (such as liquid nitrogen).

    Chemical Analysis: Nicole can internally assay chemical concoctions to determine their constituent elements. She can design processes to synthesize any chemical within any given living organic.

    Shapeshifting and Ooze-Body - Specifics

    Ooze Resistances, Ooze Resilency, and Shapeshifting:
    One of the perks of being Clarissa's daughter is that Nicole can shapeshift at will. She has no crucial internal organs to faff around with, so this process is typically quick and painless. In addition, Nicole retains the usual slime/ooze resistances and capabilities. Truly damaging her with a sword or a conventional firearm is no mean feat. Furthermore, Nicole can "reproduce" by splitting herself into two or more mini-Nicoles. In this state, Nicole's attention is as divided as her physical vessel. This in turn imposes a cap on the number of seperate entities Nicole can control at any one time. It also limits the complexity of the tasks these entities can perform without impairing Nicole's combat efficiency. Nicole can, harnessing her fleshsculpting and summoning magics, craft and summon creatures to aid her in combat, so she rarely splits herself for combat related reasons.

    Biomass Assimilation (Ooze Enhancement): Oozes and slimes can, by and large, engulf and digest their prey. Nicole was endowed with this trait as well, albeit with one major improvement. Nicole's digestive acids are on par with those of the infamous Xenomorph of the Alien franchise.

    Notable Powers (Magical):
    Fleshsculpting: Nicole, like her mother, Clarissa, can bend biomass to her will, spawning monsters and assimilating organics nigh instantaneously.
    Shadowmancy: Nicole, like her other mother, Becky, can bend shadows to her will. Shadows are extensions of her body. A veil of darkness is her cloak and her shield.
    The Trappings of Madness: Nicole can alter others' perceptions of reality. She turns the minds of the weak-willed against them, laughing as they lose their grip on their sanity and plummet into earthly hells of their own devising.

    Section Currently Under Development

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    Main Characters:
    (My no-longer-Nexus Characters.)
    1. Caesar Flynn (Maximillian Laurentius) - Turned in Ancient Rome, creator of a Daeva Bloodline
    2. Luna/Mirai (Farah) - Adventure-loving alcoholic ninja lady
    3. Nisha/Kasumi (Hadiza) - And her broken bird of a sister.
    4. Yvette Ambrose - Two-faced evil anarchist with big plans.
    5. Hei the chutun-touched dragon (formerly Dao Feng).
    6. Dr. Kat 'Jinkei' Hawkins - Arctic foxgirl and occasional elf, with a destiny to create a race.

    1. Ruth - Asher's mother. Healer, lightformer. Literal-minded.
    2. Asher - Cute winged nephilim boy, earthformer.
    3. Holly Dawson
    4. Zhyv Drutagati
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    Shion Valiance

    Gender: Male
    Race/Species: Drow/Dark Elf
    Age: 257
    Alignment: Lawful Neutral
    Class/Profession: Necromancer
    Power Rating: Great Hero (5) or B rank
    Description: Sunken eyes, and pale hair; gaunt frame and wears heavy winter cloaks.
    Personality: Pragmatic in thinking, he will typically not get involved in something unless there is great gain, or if it falls under his quota.
    Equipment: Heavy winter clothes, chain armour, rapier, hand X-bow, poison, Onyx gems, misc adventuring gear(ropes, shackles, grappling hooks...)
    Abilities: Strengths: Great knowledge on how Souls function, their creation destruction and manipulation, as well as all manner of undead. Powers include manipulation of positive and negative energy, creation, control and destruction of undead. Can use spirits for divination. Weaknesses: Selective knowledge, no definitive goal, apathetic, He is partially dead (not undead, just damaged), so he acts as a beacon of undeath and attracts other undead to himself.
    Got chased out of drow society for not following the Regime. Adventured with a neutral party,( somehow didn't get murdered by them) whilst using a pair of undead polar bears to raid various locales. Made a deal with a devil (for someone else's soul), got shunted into a frozen wasteland to find an airship. Fought a giant ice frog, got nearly killed (became a beacon of undeath), eventually confronted a cold rider. Got thrashed, saved by an archmage of a certain faith. Got tasked with the quest of using his powers of necromancy to end any undead he comes across.(the faith the archmage belonged to loathed the undead). Eventually got shunted through a cross-world portal. Current location: unknown
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    The Next Round: Hundreds of the Guardians of Time show up and one of them screams out, "THIS IS AN UNSANCTIONED VIOLATION OF SPACE-TIME."

    Order the solars to attack and run like hell.

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    AAIESI, Queen of Eurus Underground and Ell, Will of the Swarm

    Alias: None
    Gender: N/A
    Species: Ascended Swarm Hive Broodmother
    Age: ???
    Alignment: Green, Lawful Evil
    Profession: Mad Scientist
    Power Rating: Superhuman.
    Description: Her upper body is almost human. Except for the carapace, which covers a lot. And the way her abdomen opens vertically into a maw with long prehensile teeth that lace around her chest when closed. And when you get to the head, with its twitching tusks, narrow sunken face, eyes faintly growing green, top of the head stretching back like a lobster or a trilobite, with tendrils constantly in drifting motion hanging down from every slinking segment. Looking the other way, that trim waist sweeps out to a cluster of segmented legs with purple webbing stretched between them and a bulbous insectoid abdomen dominated by the tubing that becomes her tail and ends in those three pincers. Her fingers are long and have too many joints. From the back of the shoulders add on two lashing winglike claws that arch over her back. Cover the whole body in chitinous plating and little cuttlefish tentacles. Don't look too closely at the extra arms (or are those chilicera?) below the mouth
    Personality: Playful and smug. The triumph of their Perfection is inevitable. Still, it's interesting to see how other things think. Aaiesi is young and often cliched.
    Equipment: While Aaiesi is fond of quoting great old queens: "Tools stay the same. We improve.", since assimilating the first Weaver, she is often found wearing a crisp white apron.
    Sleepless: Grows fatigued, but does not need any set period of rest
    Ageless: Lives forever, unless killed.
    Regeneration: Heals from any injury in time, often incredibly quickly.
    Hive-mind: Vulnerable to various tailored psychic attacks that would not affect close-minded beings. Use your imagination.
    Intelligence: Fully sapient, with a personality and everything!
    Hive-bound: Slow and clumsy outside a field of creep or muk.

    Demonic Hardiness: immune to the deleterious effects of vacuum, starvation, most poisons and diseases.
    Gating: Can travel through Cuthun to reach other places.
    Antithesis: Burnt by silver, mithril, dragon-bone. These inhibit her regeneration.
    Infectious: Exposure to muk can transform beings into Cuthunians, taking anywhere from seconds to weeks

    Mastermind: Provides a high level of control.
    Mobile hatchery: Contains the generalized patterns to create larvae herself.

    Reconstruction: Application of a psi-charged red fluid heals and restores living things.
    Various bio-manipulating abilities used to manage a hive, spreading creep and speeding the growth of larvae.
    Backstory: She was pretty young when the demons arrived. Not long out of her egg, still wriggling around the hatchery. Better than the other larvae. Bigger, smarter, bitier. They were going to grow up into workers, and she was going to grow up into a queen. That happened, all according to the will of the...who was in charge back then? That was a better time, when she could always feel the comforting eye of their leader on them. And then, well, the demons happened.
    For a long time, they were alone, which is one of the worst things for them. They came back together in fragments. Parts of the hive were following a human, parts were led by a worm out of the void, parts had nobody to listen to so they just took the smartest one of them and set a crown on his head. She was going to do better than that.

    Psicast to the stars for help, instructions, but no one answered. If there was anyone out there, they weren't listening. So she's just going to have to carry out the great work herself.
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    Spoiler: Planeswalker - Black Coated Man

    Nai Tcideneb Zeugirdor Oaruma

    Alias: BCM, Black Coated Man, Rat Reagent, Typhoid Tyrant
    Gender: Male
    Species: Soul is Human but the body is a Lich Horror
    Age: Mentally in his mid-twenties but the current body he is inhibiting is near two hundred years old
    Alignment: Lawful (self appointed laws) Good (self appointed morals of good)
    Class: Planeswalker Black Mage
    Power Rating: Great Hero 魔王 (Maoh)
    Description: An image is worth a thousand words. So here is BCM, art by Sean Manaloto
    Personality: Polite and talkative. If irritated or worse, he does his best to throw insults and apply injuries.
    Equipment: 偃月刀 (guandao) made of black solidshade, Key ring with keys that transform into flying blades of solidshade.
    Abilities: All those of a Planeswalker, Black Mage, and any other mundane magics any sensible magic user has. Lich's body as well.
    Backstory: His friend's souls were exiled and his actual body is trapped. He seeks to kill the planeswalker that caused this and undo the damage.
    Quote: "I'm THE Black Coated Man!"

    Spoiler: Hedonist - Orphedysseus

    Heikas Heikas Estei Biberoi El Erohim Erohi Erohim Savant Erohim Eiehay Eiheyaja Eiehay Ado Night Ya Shadie Tetora Gramaton Shadie Agiosu Oh Heikas Iktron Ah Thanatos Agura Amen Zazus Zazus Nasta Zuzuss Orpheus Odysseus Dionysus Walprugis

    Alias: Orphedysseus, The Hedonist, Inhuman Slaver
    Gender: ALPHA Male!
    Species: A Lesser God of Pain and Pleasure
    Age: So far, three eternities and still looking good!
    Alignment: True Neutral (Whatever makes Orphydysseus, he does)
    Class: ShieldMage, a combination of impenetrable (as far as he knows) armor, and offensive magic
    Power Rating: Lesser God, by virtue of being one
    Description: Good looking everything, what can be noticed is his prismatic runed eyes.
    Personality: Shallow, Narcissistic, and whatever else comes with being a hedonist.
    Equipment: Silk clothes under padded leather under chain mail under scale mail under full plate holding a tower shield in each hand.
    Three artifacts, summons attack demon, magic demon, defense demon.
    Abilities: Spellcasting, Shield Mastery, Lovemaking
    Backtory: A soul that has suffered an eternity in a personal spirit hell. He outlived the end of time and spend two more eternities looking for joy.
    Quote: "My flesh is my master."
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    lets try a new character:

    Name: Zenara
    Gender: Female
    Race: Cat Girl (The human with cat ears and tail kind)
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Class: Red Magic Warrior
    Power Level: B

    Big Gunsword:
    Can cast spells through the gun part of the weapon
    Knows Red Mage levels of Black and White Magic

    Wears a red cloak over light leather armor, has red hair and green eyes and tiger ears and tail, her over-sized gunsword is sheathed on her back.

    She is a snarky kind of person, but warm-hearted. She tries to keep a cool head in most situations but can at times become angry when her fuse is blown. She is always seeking to improve herself.

    Zenara never knew quite what to do with her life. She always liked to keep her options open, so she decided to become a Red Mage and travel around helping whom she could with her heroics. It is said that people become Red Mages to find themselves, hoping to nail down who they are by trying everything and see what sticks...
    I'm also on discord as "raziere".

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    Anima Hide Drake-Nerei

    Her voice ranges in color from Patterned through Alight and Instinctive to Immersed as her mood changes.

    Gender: Female
    Species: Tauric dire wolf/human
    Age: Fully grown, but perhaps not having taken the steps which make her an adult. Eqv. Fall 1999.
    Alignment: Red, Chaotic Neutral
    Profession: Spiritual Liege
    Power Rating: C
    Description: Anima is sleek, lithe, and athletic. Her hair is a pale brown, almost shining white, and is currently done up in looped braids, and her fur just a little darker. Her eyes, a sea-blue, and her face round and prone to smiling. She is usually dressed in loose clothing of brightly colored geometric patterns and a pointy black witch's hat, with a sash and belt of several pouches around her waist.
    Personality: When Anima first came to the city, years ago, she was shy and bumbling. But her confidence grew quickly, even into arrogance. She prides herself on her ability to stay calm and in control, but her reactions in truly extreme circumstances are correspondingly more extreme. Where once she had two minds, she now has one. The clever, fully sapient task-mind she spent more and more time as has merged with the submersed true mind, leading to a liberated, [REDACTED]-like state of enlightenment, as well as an inversion of her true name. Anima loves to talk and to puzzle things out, asking question after question, leaping from idea to idea to swift conclusion to speculation. Combined with a desire to settle things before moving on, this makes her a bit disjointed and absentminded.
    A will-o-wisp, blue light.
    A little jar, fat with a heavy lid, cyan shot through with veins of orange, with the look of glazed pottery, cool to the touch. "This is a container for energy, made of itself, blaze and rust consuming each other in an eternal cycle."
    A soul jar. A small container, almost pitch black but with the vague appearance of swirling smoke.
    Abilities: She shares her soul with It That Takes, and it has started paying a lot of attention to her. This gives her power over fire, over heat and cold, and once in a while, Zane's Fearblaze.
    Very hard to hurt, save by certain relic things such as silver bullets and ash-wood stakes.
    And of course, she's been going to school to learn magic. Earth, Wood, and Water.
    Willow's Blessing
    Backstory: ... Ash & Brave ... Felix ... power failure ... boarding school ....
    That is to say:
    Hide is the third surviving child of Ash and Brave, with a litter-mate as yet unnamed, a fourth. Her father died before her birth, but she had her mother. She lived also with her older siblings, Bright and Dark, in the woods that had yet to be become the Frozen Forest. They played and hunted and when the time was right, they built and wrote and learned. They would skirt the edges of the Hunting Grounds, they would howl at the moon. All was well.

    Until one day Ash read something on a wall. And fell in love again. And made an enemy who destroyed their home and would have killed them if he could find them. Ash sent the children away, in Bright's care, to protect them. They made a new home, with the new skills of shaping fire that Zane had taught them. They gathered other people, young and old, who were dissatisfied with the life of the cities. They hunted in their new woods, and built a village, and howled at the moon. All was well.

    But as Hide grew, Anima started to develop powers. Strangenesses that their soul could not explain. She was sent away. Provisions were made to enroll her in a school and learn to control these things. She struggled with the customs and the work. She made a few friends. She kept a locked space where she could be herself, crept out at night and howled at the moon. All was well.

    Someone killed them all. Her whole family, in a single blow, from her nameless grandmother to her tiny newborn nephew. Most of them revived just afterwards, but changed. Dark and cold and possibly wrong. It That Takes was hurt and changed Hide didn't understand. Anima didn't understand. But it fell to her to make it right again. And when she did, they burned with fire and with ice and with fear. Was all still well?

    They had more to do. She met Tamamo, and traveled to the ruins of Tenzin's domain to evacuate the petitioners.

    She enlisted W to reave the Fugue realm of lost souls, and ended up with a slightly different body.

    Anima was chosen by It That Takes over her siblings. Perhaps she has less of her own soul than the others.
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