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John watched from some distance as people gathered near the Bakker estate, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. In the same soft brown fleece jacket he wore every day at the store he ran for years. Though in civilian garb, his face showed the signs of a hardened veteran. The light of a...

Name: John "Jay" McDonough Age: 36 Ethnicity: Irish-American Nationality: American Occupation: Farmhand, Mechanic, Hunter, Part-Time Paranormal Investigator Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Bio: Born in Chicago to two Irish cobblers, John spent much of his childhood working beside his mother and...

Anija was startled by Cal's uncharacteristic desire to initiate conversation, but she answered his request, and stood up to follow him. The light of the fire began to grow dim as the darkness of the night slowly enveloped them both. Something felt off. She wished to return to the campfire to...

Anija felt a heat begin to roll through her. Devereaux, Vampyr or otherwise, was a trusted party member. Something began to claw at the back of her mind. She felt angry. It felt angry. "Do...something...friend...guides us...cannot lose him. Cannot...lose...guidance." Her fists clenched as she...

The Year is 1930. Just one year ago, a disastrous crash in the New York Stock Exchange sent a cascade across the globe. Economies the world over buckled, and some outright collapsed. The battered and bruised nations of Europe, having only just recovered from the bloodshed of the Great War and...

The words got caught in Anija's throat as she wondered what to say next, her mind bouncing around in circles still. She felt embarrassed, and her bone white cheeks flushed red as she did her best to overcome the awkwardness of the conversation. She caught on the one topic she knew she and...

Trying her best to hide her nervousness, Anija flashed Korzhev a weak smile before composing herself. "Worry not, sir, I am fine. Just...lost in my thoughts." Taking in a deep breath, she readied herself for some smalltalk. Before she could speak, something wriggled in the back of her mind. She...

Anija's eyes flicked back and forth, watching every ember that fluttered out from the roaring bonfire. Despite the noise and ruckus of so many people bustling in the camp, Anija was unable to take her eyes away from the flames. The world seemed to grow quieter, and her ears began to fill with...

Anija shrugged. "The future remains foggy as always, I am simply guided towards a destination and not exactly told what to do. I suppose I could take some time to look for more ingredients, perhaps find a rumor or two. I really don't...don't fair well in big cities." she said, somewhat...

Anija checked things over and dusted off bottles, shuffled papers and reorganized her bag. Breathing a great sigh of relief, she smiled up at Sentry. "Nothing's been too terribly scuffed, and please, you have no reason to apologize. I was so worried about everything I just..." she trailed off...

Anija checked, double checked, triple checked to make sure that her satchel and belongings were tightly secured to herself. Though some carriages and pack animals followed the party down the pathway, Anija had chosen to carry her cargo on foot. The carriages in weeks prior were a short lived...

Epilogue Present Day Belgrade, Balkan Federation The car rattled somewhat as the monorail took the curve that led over the southern half of the city. Staring out through the window, Hannah Monroe saw the morning sun shine from behind the enormous highrises that stood like towers above what...

Anija straightened herself up and huffed. "Well, greetings to you too, traveler!" she retorted. "If you're using your mana only in the most restricted and...academic ways...how could you expect there to be any true progress!" She placed her hands on her hips and tried to look as confident as...

The steaming hot mug of coffee stared back at Oscar as he tapped a finger on his desk. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, it was hard for him to focus on the stack of paperwork he had to get through. Cataloguing evidence, comparing interviews, listing names, other such busywork that usually...

Name: Oscar "Riptide" O'Doyle Age: ? January 2218 (36) Race: Cyborg Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Previous Occupation: Undercover Officer (Local Anti-Drug Unit) Imprisoned?: No Augmentations: - Synthetic cardiovascular system for rapid blood oxygenation - Painkilling and combat enhancing...

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"Disappeared!?" Anija shouted, her eyes widening with excitement. "You made it disappear!?" She began to rummage around in her satchel, looking for something to write with or take notes. After several frantic seconds, she gave up the search, but her excitement was unabated. "You must show me...

Anija gave Kastalli a warm smile, but her eyes betrayed a sense of longing. A pang of homesickness struck Anija, an unusual feeling for her, but perhaps this Kastalli provided too clear a reminder. “My dearest Kastalli, my countryman” she began “If only I knew. My father was a wandering shaman...

Slowly and delicately, Anija’s bony fingers folded her snow white hair into a tight braid. Balanced on her lap was an assemblage of tightly wound parchments, various tinctures and vials, and a small pouch that rattled whenever it moved. Winding the braid into a bun, Anija leaned forward to reach...

Blood on the River Tigris In the early morning of Wednesday, the 9th of February, 2000, the streets of Baghdad seemed normal. Men and women go about their daily business, cars attempt to maneuver the narrow streets filled with pedestrians. The sounds of shops opening up fills the air, and the...