Fantasy Code I 0 0 - {CS}

[DramaMyth]

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Appearance: (Real, Realistic, or text descriptions are fine)

Name:
Number (TBD):
Age:
Sex:
Sexual Orientation:
Height:
Weight:

Gift: (Core ability goes here)

Personality Pros:
Personality Cons:
Psychological Profile:

Hobbies and Skills:

Background: (Character information & past history)

Spoiler: Rules to Abide by

• One thing that won't be tolerated is OOC disrespect or vulgarity of any sort. That's a one and done boot for me. I want a positive environment and atmosphere.
• I'd highly prefer and recommend at least mid level writing, in order to fully nuance characters and the story further. No one liners, or five brief sentencers.
• As I mentioned in the interest check, OP abilities won't necessarily be banned, but if not balanced and character nuanced will most likely be refused.
• The OOC will likely be added via Discord or a group PM on this site. I've just gotten into Discord so I'm learning how to work it.
• Character numbers will only come AFTER I have approved and accepted characters, same goes for being added to the OOC.
• Posting Frequency is ranged at a recommended couple of times a day to every other day (every 2 days). Seeing as how the plot features our characters in hiding an on the run while looking for others it will be a constant feeding off each other.
• For any reason, should you become inactive / drop the RP your character will either be killed off or captured, opening space up for others who might want to join.
• Once you read and understand the rules, at the end of your CS, mention a quote your character would say that has the number 100 in it. This will complete your CS.

 

[DramaMyth]

Appearance:

Spoiler: Lance

Name: Lance Rush
Number: 95
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs

Gift: Imperceptibility - Lance has the ability to render himself in what The Orchestrator calls "Null State" , and as such can in no way be detected or communicated with by external forces, whether physical, mental, spiritual, technological, etc. He can't be touched or perceived, by smell, touch, vision, hearing, etc and give off no heat, auras or energy, leave any evidence of presence, yet the space he occupies has no lack of it. To all senses involving Lance, it's as if he does not exist. He's been shown to be undetectable by x-ray scans, sonars, radio detection, any/all technological detection. And cannot be perceived by mental, telepathic or spiritual powers. Some cases have shown he may not even be able to be remembered, or perceived as existing at all. However, Lance may still be able to interact with others through use of any other abilities he possesses, and so may also still be able to physically and directly influence a target.

Personality Pros: Strong-Willed | Staunch | Honest | Compassionate | Zany
Personality Cons: Stubborn | Blunt | Witty | Dramatic

Psychological Profile: Research Notes directly from The Orchestrator's Counsel - "Number 95 is hands down the spectacle of The Centennials. Since Day 0 he has not spoken once, when all recon and intel before his introduction to The House showed him as a very outgoing and lively individual. Now he seems himself as mute, stern, and encompassing... remarkable. He's adapted to his conditions and environment to assess his security. Rather it's traumatic shock or insane cleverness, we don't know. During his stress tests he showed great resiliency, but suffered the same turmoil nonetheless. However, the key feat here is that after extreme psychological and bodily forcefulness, he remained the same quiet self. Almost as if he's waiting to die... we believe his invisibility will become most useful to The Orchestrator, as he managed to trick even a few of our security detail into thinking he'd escaped. 23 hour sedation has seemed to turn him docile and always in a REM state sleep, we'll keep it that way until we receive further instruction. After all this, he doesn't seem fearful of the environment around him, but extremely paranoid and observant. Like he's expecting another shoe to drop. I wonder... what is the other shoe?"

Hobbies and Skills: || (Compiled pre-facility) - Athletically Fit & inclined for sports and fitness | Weight Lifting | pundit sprinter, swimmer, and climber | cardio | dancing | performance artist | stuntwork | krav maga trained | engineering / technology proficient expertise (software and electronics) | cinephile;he seems to enjoy and know a great deal of movies and shows | encyclopedic knowledge |foodie | seems to know first aid training | excellent driver | seemed to be the go to source of wisdom for his peer group before his introduction. | creative writing and scripting both digitally and technically | seems to be able to learn new or unexplored things very quickly ||

Background:

Lance Rush was what you called the King of All Trades. The young man was not only good at a little of everything, but great at alot of things. He ranged from being an immense geek, bookworm, and smartie pants, to an intense and competitive athlete, and even then to an inspiring and creative artist both performance and illustrative. He had the ideal life: college graduate with honors, national achievements in academics and football, and was just truly starting to get launched into his real crafts and gifts of performance & entertainment. And then, just like that, Lance Rush disappeared from his hometown of Asheville, NC upon a visit back to his old home. Weeks and weeks turned into months and months, social media craze, news reports, vigils... none of them would bring Lance back. Before he'd even ever have a chance to fully and truly live his life, it was taken from him just as fast as a blink.

But what the world didn't know, even after searches were called off and cases were closed, was that Lance Rush was still alive. At The House. An undisclosed facility somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Lance doesn't even remember how long he'd been there, but he knew he was one of the first, which means he'd been there the most time compared to others, considering he didn't even know there were others until the breakout. Fear had no time to set into Lance's heart, as all he could recollect was blinding lights, searing pain, and then sleep. He often questioned reality as he tried to discern between what was real and what was just another REM State dream sequence. But, the gifted mind knows no limits of capacity, and that was where Lance would thrive, and change everything. He started to have dreams he could turn invisible, that he could traverse the universe without a soul ever knowing... until one day he woke up, still sedated, but vaguely remembers the panic on the captors faces as if they'd lost him... when he was in front of them the whole time. That was when he knew, that maybe it wasn't a dream after all.

It was then he learned the truth, though REM sleep he could still hear and process everything. A sharp mind like Lance even when sedated was just enough to piece this new and dreadful reality together. So he'd buy in to this new world. He'd immerse himself fully, not saying a word, not giving an inch. He was going to bide his time until the right moment. Patience was a virtue, and Lance was the beacon. Now, with a rush of change and chaos he will come to find that the world and environment around him was no longer known. He and a fated bunch of souls would weave through destiny in an unknown spectrum of danger & consequence. Upon finding out the deeper reality of his circumstances, he now knows the most dangerous but also most gracious chances of his survival. The Centennials.






"The best thing you can do for your destiny, is to always be 100 with those around you, but more importantly, yourself. Never compromise yourself for people who don't have the means to understand themselves first. "

 

[Nove NuVonde]

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald​

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Name

Vince G. Guy​

Designated No.

39​

Age

67​

Gender

Male (He/Him)​

Orientation

Homosexual​

Appearance

Height

7'4"​

Weight

265 lbs​

Dwarfing even the conventionally tall, there is no other way to describe Guy than as a mountain of a man. Having suffered from a lesser form of gigantism since childhood, he stands well over seven feet tall, and has a broad framed body to match. Despite his age, he works hard to maintain an impressive physique, following a strict physical routine. While not a body builder by any standard, he is still an imposing man that can hold his own against any "unruly kids" as he would put it nicely. This is compounded by his posture, drilled into him by years of military experience - square shouldered and straight as a pole. Even at ease he finds it difficult to relax his body, and may unintentionally come off as intimidating when he's otherwise trying to be friendly.

His skin is tanned, albeit only subtly so, Guy's Irish complexion having an unfortunate preference to burn. The scars across his body give the impression of a man who's been to hell and back, an assessment that wouldn't be entirely untrue. His hands and face especially are rougher than sandpaper and marked with every size and shape of wound one can imagine. All the same, he can often be seen wringing his hands or rubbing his neck with whatever moisturizer he has with him that day, carrying about him the surprisingly pleasant scent of classic cologne and lotion. Guy's hair is a dull, greyish blue, luster long gone except for the briefest flashes. It's peppered with white streaks, a sign of his encroaching age, as is the stubble running down the sides of his face. Curled slightly into a gentle wave, it goes a bit more than a foot past his shoulders, occasionally held in a ponytail but usually left to flow freely.

Guy's trademark is his heavy overcoat, once an intense navy blue but now worn to a much more drab, dark color. The wide, sunbleached lapels hang loosely, unpressed for years. The sleeves are as long as some people are tall, hand tailored for his unique frame. The left shoulder has accumulated a number of pins, patches, and other sentimental or identifying objects over the years, the most recent among them a sewn on patch displaying his assigned number, as well as small nicks and rips where previous adornments have been torn off. Beneath, Guy is rarely seen wearing anything but khaki and suspenders, his familiar beige shirt always tucked in, no matter the occasion. His steel toed work boots go to a bit below his knees, and despite his size, he walks with the unexpected silence of a mouse's footstep. His ensemble could perhaps be best described as "capable"; not combat grade, but ready to take a hit, and flexible enough to let him dish them back out.

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Gift

Psionic Gunslinger
In stark contrast to his jaded, serious presence, there's a tragic comedy the nature of Guy's abilities. By miming the action of holding and firing a gun, or even simply pointing in such a way - finger gunning, if you will - Guy can fire imaginary bullets with uncanny accuracy. The damage caused, conversely, is anything but pretend, lethal at a distance of up to 1400 yards (1.3 km). His most common stance is that of a nonspecific handgun, but correct posture can mimic the damage and range of all manner of pistols, rifles, and even a submachine gun. These "shots" are silent, excepting when Guy himself calls out, though firing causes real kickback and leave entrance wounds identical to as if a bullet had truly been fired.

Perhaps ironically, Guy can't fire a real gun to save his life, his aim too unsteady from years of trauma.​

Psych. profile

Cons ▼

Opinionated
Austere
Withdrawn
Forgetful​

Pros ▼

Resolute
Contemplative
Dependable
Selfless​

"No. 39 has proven to be an unusually sturdy individual when compared to peer Centennials, in both spirit and body. All circumstances considered, we should not be surprised by such a development, though it remains fascinating nonetheless. His prior experiences seem to have uniquely braced him for our standard test procedures. The supervisors have found him to be... uncommonly frustrating. A new isolation procedure has had to be planned and enacted to counteract the subject's previous training. It has been referred to in jest as Operation [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. Difficulty in controlling and altering No. 39 has not decreased.

Reaction to containment otherwise progressing as expected. Inquiries from No. 39 regarding his partner have continued until present despite a lack of response from the team, but the subject has otherwise ceased escape attempts. Acceptance of an unknown fate possible. Curiously, he has not yet attempted to kill any researchers encountered, despite possessing lethal force. No fatalities yet recorded. Poor aim ruled out as a variable - the precision with which the subject has previously disabled researches has proved as much. Three researchers, one custodian, and one supervisor paralyzed from the waist down. Requests for retaliatory action denied by The Orchestrator. An unusual degree of moral restraint displayed, though to what end is currently unknown - other Centennials have not hesitated to kill staff in escape attempts.

Subject refuses to answer questions, except with redundant queries about his partner. New procedures with which information may be pried out currently pending approval.

UPDATE ▮▮/▮▮/▮▮▮▮ [DATE REDACTED]

A drastic shift in behavior was recorded following a failed escape attempt by another, unrelated Centennial. In the chaos, No. 39 was exposed to and subsequently made aware of the presence of other subjects. Expressed great distress when made aware he was not the only experiment within The House. Only instance of lethal force recorded in following attempts to free other Centennials. Casualties [REDACTED]. Class A sedatives required to restrain the subject. The Orchestrator was quite interested in seeing the full potential of No. 39 finally demonstrated. Further testing pending approval - we are running out of fodder at this time.

The subject has since shown heightened activity, including pacing and renewed escape attempts. Continues to inquire about other Centennials and their respective freedom. Research into use of other Centennials in No. 39's psychological testing ongoing."​

Hobbies and skills

Over the years, especially in his youth, Guy has picked up a number of lesser hobbies to occupy his racing mind. Most prominently, he enjoys whittling. Despite the size of hands, he's surprisingly deft with a knife, and seems to most enjoy carving out small animals like pill bugs, songbirds, native lizards, and the like. In addition, he's a carpenter by trade, and made most of his income pre-capture doing commissions or selling furniture. He's skilled with woods of all kinds, as well as the tools used to shape it, and is no stranger to an ax.

An amateur bird watcher, he has rudimentary knowledge of native songbirds. Never bold enough to call himself an expert, one can still hear a sort of subdued enthusiasm in his voice when he talks about the meditative hours he spends simply watching the trees or the coast, even the smallest happenings bringing him peace. Although largely tech illiterate and barely understanding the function or purpose of Twitter, he maintained a sporadically updated feed where he posted pictures of local birds before he was taken.

Despite being a veteran, many of his martial arts skills had to be self taught or learned post war. Much of it is centered around self defense and quickly disabling offenders, offsetting how cumbersome his size might otherwise make him seem. Moving with unexpected speed and grace, he often doesn't even need to use his powers to dismantle a threat, and in fact prefers to find other ways to end conflicts before resorting to drawing blood - though that's not to say he's a pacifist, and if someone dangerous antagonizes Guy, he's more than prepared to break a rib or two. He has basic, essential survival knowledge as well, knowing how to construct simple shelters, start fires, keep dry, stretch food, and other necessities of off the grid life. Perhaps as a defense mechanism, he's able to stay remarkably calm in otherwise stressful, maybe even life-or-death situations. Still, the toll on his mind could not be said to negligible. It's simply not as evident in the waking world - his insomnia can attest to that.​

Background

Born on the cusp of the 50's in midwestern America, Guy's childhood was about what one might picture from that brief description alone. A distant, hard ass father and an aloof mother, smothered in an intolerant and tumultuous cultural sphere - for someone like Guy, the cards were simply stacked against him from day one. While not exactly what one would describe as a lonely kid, he was always on the fringes of his friend circle. First it was his height, then it was his shyness, then his disinterest in women... through every phase of life, the people he thought he could call companions found new reasons to needle him, and in a time when sensitivity was the greatest crime of all, he had no defense but to withdraw further.

Upon turning 18, his life would take a turn into the irreversible. He was called to fight for a cause he neither understood nor believed in: the Vietnam War. Neither openly gay nor confident enough to stand against the draft, he had no way out, and thus, both the worst and most definitive part of his life would begin. He found popularity within his platoon, for better or for worse, and earned a reputation for both his size and a seemingly supernatural ability to take a bullet and keep going like it was a mosquito bite. There was no shaking his quiet aura, though, and if anything, the experience only served to make him more distant. The things he did and the things he saw were anything but just, perhaps even reprehensible. His only solace was his first love, both met an lost during this time. Although it wouldn't last, and the traumatic loss would make it difficult for him to be comfortable dating for many years after, it was an eye opening experience in accepting himself and rejecting what his family had drilled into him for years prior.

Years later, long after America had pulled out of the war and he had been sent home, Guy found himself still struggling to readjust to civilian life, especially after becoming wholly estranged from his biological family, leaving him with no support to fall back on. All the same, he refused to be ruled by mental illness, and would eventually occupy himself by entering the activism scene - first becoming involved in anti-war organizations, and later during the 80's joining LGBT peers in their struggles, which he was naturally no stranger to. Even as he grew older, his convictions never mellowed, and if anything, his penchant for direct action would only grow stronger, becoming quite familiar with long nights in jail. Even in the present, when asked, he remains unashamed, and regards his participation in protests much more fondly than any wartime achievements.

It was only three years before his capturing that Guy married his now husband, an equally eccentric and distant man (albeit for different reasons) named Denver. He wants nothing more than to see him again, but is conversely painfully aware that returning now would only put the both of them in danger. It's just as well, because after learning other Centennials had escaped and were being hunted down, he made a vow to dedicate himself to finding and protecting them.​

"Consider what you'll be remembered for a hundred years from now... Will you still be so eager to etch your name in history as someone who desperately denounced evil, even as you danced with the devil himself?"

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Spoiler: Mobile friendly version

Name: Vince G. Guy
Designated No.: 39
Age: 67
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Orientation: Homosexual
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 265 lbs
Appearance: Dwarfing even the conventionally tall, there is no other way to describe Guy than as a mountain of a man. Having suffered from a lesser form of gigantism since childhood, he stands well over seven feet tall, and has a broad framed body to match. Despite his age, he works hard to maintain an impressive physique, following a strict physical routine. While not a body builder by any standard, he is still an imposing man that can hold his own against any "unruly kids" as he would put it nicely. This is compounded by his posture, drilled into him by years of military experience - square shouldered and straight as a pole. Even at ease he finds it difficult to relax his body, and may unintentionally come off as intimidating when he's otherwise trying to be friendly.

His skin is tanned, albeit only subtly so, Guy's Irish complexion having an unfortunate preference to burn. The scars across his body give the impression of a man who's been to hell and back, an assessment that wouldn't be entirely untrue. His hands and face especially are rougher than sandpaper and marked with every size and shape of wound one can imagine. All the same, he can often be seen wringing his hands or rubbing his neck with whatever moisturizer he has with him that day, carrying about him the surprisingly pleasant scent of classic cologne and lotion. Guy's hair is a dull, greyish blue, luster long gone except for the briefest flashes. It's peppered with white streaks, a sign of his encroaching age, as is the stubble running down the sides of his face. Curled slightly into a gentle wave, it goes a bit more than a foot past his shoulders, occasionally held in a ponytail but usually left to flow freely.

Guy's trademark is his heavy overcoat, once an intense navy blue but now worn to a much more drab, dark color. The wide, sunbleached lapels hang loosely, unpressed for years. The sleeves are as long as some people are tall, hand tailored for his unique frame. The left shoulder has accumulated a number of pins, patches, and other sentimental or identifying objects over the years, the most recent among them a sewn on patch displaying his assigned number, as well as small nicks and rips where previous adornments have been torn off. Beneath, Guy is rarely seen wearing anything but khaki and suspenders, his familiar beige shirt always tucked in, no matter the occasion. His steel toed work boots go to a bit below his knees, and despite his size, he walks with the unexpected silence of a mouse's footstep. His ensemble could perhaps be best described as "capable"; not combat grade, but ready to take a hit, and flexible enough to let him dish them back out.

(Image pending)

Gift: Psionic Gunslinger. In stark contrast to his jaded, serious presence, there's a tragic comedy the nature of Guy's abilities. By miming the action of holding and firing a gun, or even simply pointing in such a way - finger gunning, if you will - Guy can fire imaginary bullets with uncanny accuracy. The damage caused, conversely, is anything but pretend, lethal at a distance of up to 1400 yards (1.3 km). His most common stance is that of a nonspecific handgun, but correct posture can mimic the damage and range of all manner of pistols, rifles, and even a submachine gun. These "shots" are silent, excepting when Guy himself calls out, though firing causes real kickback and leave entrance wounds identical to as if a bullet had truly been fired.

Perhaps ironically, Guy can't fire a real gun to save his life, his aim too unsteady from years of trauma.

Pros: Resolute. Contemplative. Dependable. Selfless.
Cons: Opinionated. Austere. Withdrawn. Forgetful.

Psych. profile: "No. 39 has proven to be an unusually sturdy individual when compared to peer Centennials, in both spirit and body. All circumstances considered, we should not be surprised by such a development, though it remains fascinating nonetheless. His prior experiences seem to have uniquely braced him for our standard test procedures. The supervisors have found him to be... uncommonly frustrating. A new isolation procedure has had to be planned and enacted to counteract the subject's previous training. It has been referred to in jest as Operation [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. Difficulty in controlling and altering No. 39 has not decreased.

Reaction to containment otherwise progressing as expected. Inquiries from No. 39 regarding his partner have continued until present despite a lack of response from the team, but the subject has otherwise ceased escape attempts. Acceptance of an unknown fate possible. Curiously, he has not yet attempted to kill any researchers encountered, despite possessing lethal force. No fatalities yet recorded. Poor aim ruled out as a variable - the precision with which the subject has previously disabled researches has proved as much. Three researchers, one custodian, and one supervisor paralyzed from the waist down. Requests for retaliatory action denied by The Orchestrator. An unusual degree of moral restraint displayed, though to what end is currently unknown - other Centennials have not hesitated to kill staff in escape attempts.

Subject refuses to answer questions, except with redundant queries about his partner. New procedures with which information may be pried out currently pending approval.

UPDATE ▮▮/▮▮/▮▮▮▮ [DATE REDACTED]

A drastic shift in behavior was recorded following a failed escape attempt by another, unrelated Centennial. In the chaos, No. 39 was exposed to and subsequently made aware of the presence of other subjects. Expressed great distress when made aware he was not the only experiment within The House. Only instance of lethal force recorded in following attempts to free other Centennials. Casualties [REDACTED]. Class A sedatives required to restrain the subject. The Orchestrator was quite interested in seeing the full potential of No. 39 finally demonstrated. Further testing pending approval - we are running out of fodder at this time.

The subject has since shown heightened activity, including pacing and renewed escape attempts. Continues to inquire about other Centennials and their respective freedom. Research into use of other Centennials in No. 39's psychological testing ongoing."

Hobbies and skills: Over the years, especially in his youth, Guy has picked up a number of lesser hobbies to occupy his racing mind. Most prominently, he enjoys whittling. Despite the size of hands, he's surprisingly deft with a knife, and seems to most enjoy carving out small animals like pill bugs, songbirds, native lizards, and the like. In addition, he's a carpenter by trade, and made most of his income pre-capture doing commissions or selling furniture. He's skilled with woods of all kinds, as well as the tools used to shape it, and is no stranger to an ax.

An amateur bird watcher, he has rudimentary knowledge of native songbirds. Never bold enough to call himself an expert, one can still hear a sort of subdued enthusiasm in his voice when he talks about the meditative hours he spends simply watching the trees or the coast, even the smallest happenings bringing him peace. Although largely tech illiterate and barely understanding the function or purpose of Twitter, he maintained a sporadically updated feed where he posted pictures of local birds before he was taken.

Despite being a veteran, many of his martial arts skills had to be self taught or learned post war. Much of it is centered around self defense and quickly disabling offenders, offsetting how cumbersome his size might otherwise make him seem. Moving with unexpected speed and grace, he often doesn't even need to use his powers to dismantle a threat, and in fact prefers to find other ways to end conflicts before resorting to drawing blood - though that's not to say he's a pacifist, and if someone dangerous antagonizes Guy, he's more than prepared to break a rib or two. He has basic, essential survival knowledge as well, knowing how to construct simple shelters, start fires, keep dry, stretch food, and other necessities of off the grid life. Perhaps as a defense mechanism, he's able to stay remarkably calm in otherwise stressful, maybe even life-or-death situations. Still, the toll on his mind could not be said to negligible. It's simply not as evident in the waking world - his insomnia can attest to that.

Background: Born on the cusp of the 50's in midwestern America, Guy's childhood was about what one might picture from that brief description alone. A distant, hard ass father and an aloof mother, smothered in an intolerant and tumultuous cultural sphere - for someone like Guy, the cards were simply stacked against him from day one. While not exactly what one would describe as a lonely kid, he was always on the fringes of his friend circle. First it was his height, then it was his shyness, then his disinterest in women... through every phase of life, the people he thought he could call companions found new reasons to needle him, and in a time when sensitivity was the greatest crime of all, he had no defense but to withdraw further.

Upon turning 18, his life would take a turn into the irreversible. He was called to fight for a cause he neither understood nor believed in: the Vietnam War. Neither openly gay nor confident enough to stand against the draft, he had no way out, and thus, both the worst and most definitive part of his life would begin. He found popularity within his platoon, for better or for worse, and earned a reputation for both his size and a seemingly supernatural ability to take a bullet and keep going like it was a mosquito bite. There was no shaking his quiet aura, though, and if anything, the experience only served to make him more distant. The things he did and the things he saw were anything but just, perhaps even reprehensible. His only solace was his first love, both met an lost during this time. Although it wouldn't last, and the traumatic loss would make it difficult for him to be comfortable dating for many years after, it was an eye opening experience in accepting himself and rejecting what his family had drilled into him for years prior.

Years later, long after America had pulled out of the war and he had been sent home, Guy found himself still struggling to readjust to civilian life, especially after becoming wholly estranged from his biological family, leaving him with no support to fall back on. All the same, he refused to be ruled by mental illness, and would eventually occupy himself by entering the activism scene - first becoming involved in anti-war organizations, and later during the 80's joining LGBT peers in their struggles, which he was naturally no stranger to. Even as he grew older, his convictions never mellowed, and if anything, his penchant for direct action would only grow stronger, becoming quite familiar with long nights in jail. Even in the present, when asked, he remains unashamed, and regards his participation in protests much more fondly than any wartime achievements.

It was only three years before his capturing that Guy married his now husband, an equally eccentric and distant man (albeit for different reasons) named Denver. He wants nothing more than to see him again, but is conversely painfully aware that returning now would only put the both of them in danger. It's just as well, because after learning other Centennials had escaped and were being hunted down, he made a vow to dedicate himself to finding and protecting them.

"Consider what you'll be remembered for a hundred years from now... Will you still be so eager to etch your name in history as someone who desperately denounced evil, even as you danced with the devil himself?"

 

[Jack19XK]

• Basic Info
• Gift
• Personality and Mindset
• Interests and Skills:
• Bio

• “One painful truth is better than 100 beautiful lies.”
  Name: Nicholas Vernon
  Number: 76
  Age: 21
  Body Type: Fit and Muscular
  Sex: Male
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  Height: 6’0”
  Weight: 168 lbs
  Appearance:
  Spoiler: Nicholas Vernon

  
• Dark Flame Manipulation: Considered to be one of the most volatile and dangerous of the Centennials, Nicholas’ power embodies the detrimental and destructive capabilities of one of nature's most feared elements. Researchers dubbed the power as “Dark Flames” or simply as "the Flames". They believe that his power is drawn from the astronomical source known as "Dark Energy" and it's unknown as to how he is able to do so. This gift grants Nicholas the ability to create and manipulate a form of pitch black fire eerily similar to that of normal flames. The difference lied in its temperatures which is drastically higher than that of typical fires. It is able to ignite objects nearly instantly and when concentrated, it bears the potential to melt even steel. Aside from its temperatures and strength, Nicholas' flames are also harder to extinguish due to its tendencies to spread at a rapid pace. It is able to remain active for a long duration when deprived of oxygen or even when exposed to water. It’s further believed that Nicholas' connection to “Dark Energy" could potentially be used in other forms, specifically in the enhancement of his physical and mental properties. This was seen in a study that demonstrated the drastic slowdown of Nicholas' bodily aging process.
  
  The power is a reflection of the endless and detrimental tortures that Nicholas was put through during his confinement. The flames embodies Nicholas' lust for vengeance and retribution due the endless years of pain and mental trauma that he faced. Such emotions are then emitted as a force of chaotic potential. However, as expected of a power as destructive as his, the Flames are extremely difficult to control. As he had only spent 4 years within captivity, Nicholas' powers had yet been conditioned to the point desired by the Orchestrator and often avoids using it in a great scale.
  
  Its unpredictability requires the user to possess a calm and strong mind in order to prevent unwanted destruction around said individual. Losing focus would cause the Flames to spread out of control and incinerate everything it touches. To remain active, the Flames require the user to be in a state of mind. If Nicholas were to be knocked unconscious, his connection to the Flames would be severed, causing it to extinguish itself. When unstable and uncontrollable, the power recognizes neither friend nor foe. At Nicholas’ current state, the power itself is also mentally draining, for even a slight shift of his emotions could lead to a chain reaction with devastating consequences. In an effort to prevent losing control of his emotions, Nicholas has slowly delved into alcoholism upon his escape in hopes that it would help to pacify his emotions enough to keep his powers stable.
  
• Personality Pros: Honest, Loyal, Responsible, Prudent, Relentless
  
  Personality Cons: Pessimistic, Temperamental, Ambitious, Vengeful, Distrustful
  
  Psychological Profile: Within his teen years, Nicholas was seen by his peers as a boy of optimism and glee. His mindset was like that of many in his age, filled with dreams and hopes of the future. That all changed upon his capture by the Orchestrator and his men at the age of 17. For the next few years, Nicholas was subjected to an innumerable amount of both inhumane and torturous tests designed to break his human limits. While initially strong willed and resilient to their methods, such willpower had only encouraged the researchers to increase the potency of their experiments. These tests had essentially made Nicholas a shell of his former self, one whose sanguine had been turned into hopelessness through his traumatic experiences.
  
  Despite being a human himself, Nicholas has developed a strong hatred and mistrust for the human race, blaming them for the agony that he was cursed with for so many years. More accurately, he blamed them for their idleness in the face of such inhumanity, believing that both the Orchestrator and his work is known by the government or governments of the world. As the researchers had hoped, the tests had strengthened his mental will but also created a deep and ambitious desire for vengeance upon his captors. He was known for short but quick outbursts and had even been recorded assaulting his captors on many occasions. His mind was thus molded to distrust others and eventually develop the mentality of self-dependence.
  
  Nicholas’ gift is believed to have also played a role in his personality as his dangerous and unforeseeable powers had essentially caused Nicholas to isolate himself from others for fear of what it may do to them. Nicholas' power requires him to also maintain an unwary and calm mindset, which proved difficult given his quick temper and precipitous attitude. Upon his escape, it's believed that Nicholas had sought out an alternative method of calming his mind in the form of alcohol.
• Prior to falling into the hands of the Orchestrator, Nicholas had enjoyed playing sports. He was a fervent soccer player and had been rather good at it. Nicholas also enjoyed other physical activities such as working out and swimming. His biggest hobby of all was social interaction. Nicholas enjoyed talking to others, specifically his friends and peers. During his free time, he would often spend it out of his house at socializing events.
  
  Like his personality, all that had changed upon his capture and kidnapping. With 23 hours of captivity, there wasn’t much hobbies for Nicholas to pick up on. The Orchestrator had sought it necessary to provide him with books and teaching materials as part of their efforts to strengthen his mind and knowledge. When given the chance, the boy often spends his time out at the facility’s workout room.
  
  Aside from being athletic, Nicholas also possesses a witty and observant mind. Unlike his hobbies, his intelligence had not dissolved upon his capture. Arguably, it had only made him more sharp as he quickly learned of ways regarding how to properly survive in the situation that he was in. He has a tendency to be sarcastic at times, although his mild tone often causes people to mistake it for insults. When not provoked, Nicholas is often shrewd and deductive in his words and thinking. His pessimistic outlook likely helped him as well since he gained the habit of always looking past one’s facade to see their true and vulnerable self.
• Having been kidnapped at an early age, Nicholas’ childhood was never given enough time to be eventful. Nicholas was born into a medium income family who lived in the city of Columbus, Ohio. It was a bustling urban giant and would remain as his home up until the fateful day of his disappearance.
  
  Nicholas quickly found joy in sports at an early age. It’s through said sports in which Nicholas had made many of his friends. Throughout his adolescent and early teen age, Nicholas had went through the typical stressful but still exciting life of being a youth. His life would change at the age of 17, when he found himself kidnapped after a night of partying with his friends. It was the end of the first semester of his junior year and Nicholas had made the foolish mistake of driving while intoxicated. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the alcohol that he had to worry about that night. Instead, it was the multitude of eyes that had already locked on to the junior student.
  
  The events leading to his eventual capture was hazy, likely due to whatever chemical they had used to invoke unconsciousness. As he was transported to the secret facility governed by the Orchestrator Nicholas had awake several times to relative darkness. Before his mind could scan on gather a feel of where he was, everything went dark again.
  
  Nicholas had little idea as to where he was eventually taken to. When the facility had first came into view, he was shocked at its architecture as well as the intimidating amount of security precautions.. His teenage mind had already developed to the point of understanding his situation. Escape was impossible, at least not until he learns of just what these people want with him.
  
  For the next three years, Nicholas would learn more and more about the goal of the one known as the "Orchestrator". He soon realized that their plans for him were much more sinister and malicious than he had thought. To make matters worse, he soon learned that he wasn't the only one to had fell victim to their grip.
  
  Within his years of confinement, the researchers would subject Nicholas to a multitude of cruel and malevolent tests and experiments. These experiments aided to push Nicholas' body to its limits, to break both his internal and external will. At first, Nicholas didn't understood why he was cursed to such a fate. That was until the first sign of his power revealed itself. It had shocked the researchers as it was one of the rare abilities that revolved around destruction. Following several uncontrollable outbursts of his power, it became clear that said power required more than just a healthy mind to maintain.
  
  The tests that followed gradually grew in intensity. The researchers were now focused on strengthening Nicholas' mind as they realized that his power could only be controlled by someone with a steady and strong mentality. According to them, in order to strengthen one's mind, it must first be broken. And that's exactly what they did. One by one, day by day, tests were conducted on him. It wasn't clear as to when Nicholas had reached the "broken" state that the Orchestrator sought, but by the time of his escape, it was obvious that they had achieved their goals. Within these long years of captivity, Nicholas had been molded from his innocent and light hearted self into an embodiment of vengeance and hatred. Having been forced to abandon everything he knew and loved, whether it be his family, friends, or even his girlfriend, Nicholas' senses of trust and hope had been completely broken within him, leaving behind an empty husk of pessimism and resentment.
  
  Nicholas spent every second thinking of the day that he would be free. He knew that it would never happen in the hands of the Orchestrator. If he were to ever see the outside world again, he must fight for it. The time soon came when news arose of an escaped Centennial. This triggered a chain reaction within the facility. One by one, the captives escaped with great haste, never once looking back. Nicholas was soon to be among them a the now 20 year old would spend several days plotting his escape. His years of observance had allowed to to memorize the routines and procedures of his block's guards. He then remained patient as he waited for the perfect moment to put his plan into action.
  
  The time finally came days later as another breakout had occurred during Nicholas' time out of his cell. The escape had reasonably caused a degree of discord among the guards. At the moment that seemed the most ripe, Nicholas made his move, subduing his watcher as he made his breakthrough. Having memorized the pathway days earlier, Nicholas knew just exactly where he should be headed. And just fate would have it, he was soon joined by various others who had also awaited for a similar opportunity. Together, they succeeded in their breakout as they quickly scattered into the wilderness or amongst the human population.

 

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Name: Landon Styke
Number : 17
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170
Languages: English
Marital Status: Single

"A broken heart hurts more than the pain of 100 knives."

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[div class=headermain]Personality

Personality Pros: |Artistic|Prudent|Logical|Focused|

Personality Cons: |Apathetic|Sarcastic|Cynical|Standoffish|Odd|

Psychological Profile:
The subject has proven to be quite resilient. It was initially thought that Subject may already be in a weakened mind state, requiring less severe testing procedures. This assumption was incorrect. Subject has proven to be quite difficult as it is very hard to ever tell just by looking at him how much stress subject is induring. Researchers have decided to use brain scanning technology during the testing procedures so they could analyze Subjects reactions on a chemical level as well as gauge how much stress he is in. Once connected to the machine, Subject became much easier to test and gain results from, though it had taken much more severe testing procedures to have a reaction from the subject. It had appeared that he, infact, wasn't stressed at all during some of the testing procedures, particularly the ones that had to deal with emotional connection and empathy. This shows that subject has a large amount of apathy and that testing procedures need to change to more physical methods.

When Subject is not be tested, most of the time he usually grabs his art supplies and draws for almost the entire time between testing procedures. The drawings seemed to be of no consequence to the facility, but they are inspected anyways as a safety measure. Most of the time they are abstract art that appears to have no meaning in particular, at least not to any researchers inspecting them. Recently he has been using the paper not by drawing on them, but instead by folding them using Origami. Reason for this change in art was soon documented as a part of Subject's Gift. Sometimes, but only rarely, he would not do any art in between testing and instead would go inside the exercise room to, obviously, exercise.


[div class=headermain]Gift[/div]
Paper Manipulation Landon has the ability to create and manipulate paper to his own will. He has been able to create objects with paper that, more or less, mimic the object it created. As such, it could be used in a multitude if ways. For example, he has been known to create paper wings and fly for a bit. He also has been able to create paper weapons that act as the weapon it mimics. And, of course, he can use paper for it's original intent. Or he could instead give people a bunch of paper cuts, which, if you have ever gotten a paper cut, is not fun. Landon has also been known to be able to turn himself into paper doves (he can turn into other paper things, but prefers the doves) and can dash a short distance. Reasoning behind why and how has not been revealed, but testing procedures will continue.

Landon's ability is limited by his creativity as well as paper itself. Of course, he can't make paper into something it just can't do, like how one cannot fold a piece of paper more than 11 times. As well as this, if Landon can't think of what to create and how he would go about it, he cannot create. So because of this, he can create simply machines such as a window opening mechanism, but he cannot create a working computer. As well as making a type of machine generally won't be worth it because paper would most likely not be able to complete the job.

Landon's ability also has more obvious weaknesses such as it being weak to water. As well as destroying the paper itself, it makes it harder for him to control the paper because it is mixed with water. He can use his power in light showers, but if he tries to use it in heavy rains or just inside water, the paper will general be destroyed before it could be used for anything. Conversely, it is also weak to fire, as is most paper, because it will also destroy the paper quickly.

One could say that another drawback is that there really isn't known for it's durability, which is translated into his ability itself. Landon doesn't really have any substantial or powerful defensive options at his disposal, so he doesn't really have a way to defend against attacks, but conversely, he has amazing mobility, utility, and offensive capabilities, which just about balance it out.

It has been theorized that Landon's ability to control paper may have stemmed from his artistic ability and creativity.


[div class=headermain]Hobbies and Skills[/div]
Before Landon's extraction, he used to be known as his towns artist, but he is very unconventional in the way that he does things, coming to be known as the Local Odditiy. He lived on the outskirts of town by himself and wasn't known to have any friends and any attempts to get to know him were usually met with very rude and sarcastic interactions, if any at all. Landon lives in a large house and spends most of his time painting, sketching, or doing other art projects. He has honed his artistic abilities enough to be able to make a living off of people wanting to buy his art. Once he finishes a piece, he would save it and wait until he has enough art to sell, and once he created enough, he would have a yard sale esc in driveway. He would put up a few fliers around town, which would draw in a fairly large crowd. He would try his hardest to interact with people as small as possible during the sale, as he would be sitting in the back with a book in hand, most of the time by someone no one's ever heard of, and would never look up from his book. Landon would gain enough money from selling his art, which most of the time completely sold out, to be able to live long enough until he could sell more of his art. It wasn't the most spectacular way of making a living, but it paid the bills so he was content.

The extraction was surprisingly easy as Landon made no move to struggle or even try to escape, he may have already accepted his fate. That or he was extremely intoxicated, it had been the 4th of July. Either way, he came to the facility calmly and quietly. Once there, he was allowed to exercise his artistic abilities by using pieces of paper and some tools such as paint and pencils. Curiously, his art had changed from before. He began drawing more art that seemed to have meaning, though it was all extremely obscure. It may have been a way of expressing his life inside the facility, or it may be something else entirely, most of his art seemed to have meaning that only he could understand anyways so there seemed to be no definitive answer.


[div class=headermain]Background[/div]
Landon's childhood was not great, in fact, it was the most traumatic thing in his life and permanently changed him. Landon used to live in a small town in the middle of nowhere, he lived with his mother and father in a small home and only one rundown was near enough for him to go to. It was, though, an hour and a half walk and he would always be sweaty at the end. Even worse, though, is that it always rained there so he was always soaking wet by the time he gets to the school. Because of all of the aspects combined and the fact that the school itself is terrible, Landon hated school. What makes it worse, though, is that everyone hated him.

Landon was never quite sure why he was "chosen" to be the person everyone hated. Maybe it was because of his reclusive nature, always preferring books and art over people, maybe it was because of the fact that they we're not really the richest people in the world, not even owning a car. Or maybe it is just because kids are mean, and they just wanted to have someone to hurt. Either way, he became the classes scapegoat whenever there was trouble and at any opportunity possible, he would be bullied endlessly. Luckily, though, there was one thing that wasn't wrong in his life. That would be Leon. Leon was the only person at his school that actually liked him, he would even go as far as to say that they were friends.

Landon had known Leon ever since Sophmore year and, for some inexplicable reason, wanted to be his friend. It was especially odd since Leon was the "cool and popular type" and Landon was just, well, Landon. Landon knew that people like Leon were usually just out for themselves or wanting to get a laugh out of Landon trusting him, so he didn't trust him at first. Leon, though, didn't give up and instead continued to try and win his trust. Landon continued to brush him off, thinking he had another motive. The only way that Leon was ever able to gain his trust when, one day, Landon was walking the long walk home, when he was suddenly attacked by a group of people who had been waiting for him outside of school. They quickly pinned him down as he struggled, unable to stand up, and attacked him. They punched and kicked him. One of the people had a razor blade and dug it into his skin, attempting to cut something onto Landon's flesh. Suddenly, Landon felt the weight of everyone holding him down disappear. Landon was disoriented and didn't see where any of his harrassers went, but once he got his bearings, he looked up to see a hand reaching down. Looki ng to see who had helped him, it was none other than Leon. Landon was so surprised that he fainted right then and there, either that or he was hurt too much to stay conscious. Most likely a combination of both. Leon, not having a way to bring him home, carried Landon to the hospital which was, luckily, only a few blocks away. Once Landon had came to, he asked Leon why he helped him instead of leaving him. Leon's only response was that he wanted Landom to trust him.

They swiftly became friends after that incident and would hang out often whenever they could, be it in the school or out anywhere else. Unfortunately though, Leon hanging with Landon was starting to harm his reputation, which he didn't mind of course, but everyone else did. People started sending Leon threading letters to him and pushing him in the hallways, but he ignored them all and continued to hang out with Landon. Landon couldn't figure out why he still wanted to be friends with him after the amount of hate he was getting, he thought that he was the only one supposed to be attacked. But it would soon become clear to him why. One day Landon and leon were hanging out together sitting down and looking up at the clouds and relaxing when, Landon asked Leon why he doesn't just stop being his friend and continue being popular. The question had been nagging at him for quite some time and he needed to know why Leon just doesn't be with everyone else. Leon wasn't surprised by this question, infact he had been anticipating it. He looked at Landon and said that he was why the reason why he didn't stop being his friend. Landon didn't understand, but before he could say anything, Leon and Landon's lipped locked. Landon was freaking out internally and had no idea what to do, but didn't pull away. It felt like years, but was probably only a few seconds before they let go. Landon was breathless, he had never been in a situation like this and had no idea what do, but at least now he knew why Leon was his friend. Unknown to the both of them, one of the kids from school had been watching them, and now he would make them pay.

The next day afterschool, Landon and Leon where walking away afterschool when about 20 kids from school jumped them. They carried both of them far away from town and tied Landon to a tree. They then dropped Leon onto the ground. They taunted Leon, daring him to hit one of them and, after getting one hit off on one of the larger guys, was pinned to the ground. They all ganged up on him, kicking him and taunting him, calling him names and the such, and after a bit of doing that, one of the kids took out a knife and cut derogatory words into his flesh. Landon was able to witness it all without being able to help. He felt useless, he felt like nothing, unable to help him or do anything. After what felt like years, they all stopped and, not seeing the point in hurting Landon, cut the rops and let him go. They all walked back to the town and left the two in the middle of nowhere. Landon went to see how bad Leon was hurt, and was shocked by the extent of their attacks. He looked nothing liked his former self and seemed to be in a very critical state. Landon tried to carry Leon back to the town, saying that he's going to be okay over and over. Leon knew that he wasn't going to make it and told Landon that, no matter what, he will love him. It took a few hours, but he eventually made it to a hospital. The nurses and doctors quickly rushed Leon to the emergency room and asked Landon what happened. Landon told them what had happened, from walking out of the school, to being ambushed, to being attacked, and to carrying Leon to the hospital. He told them of a few people who he knew who attacked them, but he didn't know most of them. Landon called his parents, but it seemed as if they weren't home yet since they both worked extremely late. Landon, not able to walk back to his house, slept at the hospital.

Landon woke up and asked the doctors if he could see Leon, but the doctors informed him that he had died overnight. This completely shocked Landon to his core. He had just found someone who actually loved him and he had died. Landon was, of course devastated after this revelation. He ran out of the hospital, he didn't know where to, but he ran. He ran as ahrd as he could, he wanted to escape the pain, the school, the town, his life, everything. He ran as fast and as far as he could, and never looked back. He wanted to make a new life somewhere else. After a day of walking and a cold, dark night on the streets, he came across a small store that sold, among other things, art supplies. Needing a way to cope, he bought the art supplies with the last of his money and stood on the side of the street, drawing on paper and making art. It seemed to help him, if only by a little bit, cope with what had happened. He had been drawing for a while when a car stopped next to him. It appeared that someone had noticed him drawing and wanted to check it out. He looked over what he had drawn and, liking one of them, decided to buy it. Landon only got a few bucks, but it was enough for him to get something to eat. This gave him hope, and he continued this process, going from town to town, drawing, painting, or anything else and selling his art to continue living. He had been doing this for about a year now, going from town to town, selling his art, and making money to abe able to do it again and again, when he had finally made enough money for a house, be it a rundown and dirt cheap one, but it was a house. This came to be his living space for the next few years of his life and the rest from there is history.

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THEODORE ZHANG / 21 // MALE / DEMISEXUAL

NUMBER

HEIGHT
177CM
IN THIS HOUSE WE USE THE METRIC SYSTEM
WEIGHT
56KG

GIFT
WIP

PERSONALITY PROS
OBSERVANT, COMPASSIONATE, UNASSUMING, HUMBLE, EARNEST

PERSONALITY CONS
AWKWARD, CLUMSY, NEUROTIC, INSECURE, PASSIVE

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

NUMBER ?? DOES NOT ANSWER TO ANY QUESTIONS ASKED, APPEARS TO BE SELECTIVELY MUTE. EXHIBITS NERVOUS BODY LANGUAGE REGARDLESS OF THE EASINESS OF THE TASKS GIVEN TO HIM AND TESTS PERFORMED ON HIM. BREAKS DOWN CRYING MULTIPLE TIMES OF THE DAY WITHOUT ANY CLEAR TRIGGERS. LACKS ANY KIND OF RESILIENCE SHOWN BY OTHER SUBJECTS.
NUMBER ?? DISPLAYS VARIOUS TICKS AND COPING MECHANISMS IN STRESSFUL SITUATIONS, NAMELY FUMBLING WITH FINGERS OR MUTTERING UNDER HIS BREATH. FURTHER TESTING DUE.

UPDATE DD//MM//YYYY

NUMBER ?? EXHIBITED FIRST SIGNS OF AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOUR AFTER MENTIONS OF FORMER LIFE. BREAKDOWNS HAVE TURNED MORE SEVERE AND DANGEROUS. SUBJECT TRIED TO ATTACK RESEARCHERS WITH A SCREW. ABNORMALLY LOW PHYSICAL PROWESS. CHRONIC TREMBLING AND DIZZINESS, MOST LIKELY A REACTION FROM TRAUMAS BROUGH BY TESTING.

UNEXPLAINABLE OUTBURSTS OF SINGING AND WAILING, OFTEN ACCOMPANIED WITH SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR SUCH AS BITING ONESELF, RIPPING HAIR AND HITTING ONESELF. STRUGGLES TO MAINTAIN HYGIENE. NUMBER ?? HAS JOINED THE GROUP OF FAILED SUBJECTS.

HOBBIES AND SKILLS
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BACKGROUND: (CHARACTER INFORMATION & PAST HISTORY)
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CLASSIFIED INMATE RECORD

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Name: Dorian Li Chun K'ai || 李俊凯
Subject ID: # ███ [REDACTED]
Date Booked: 201█-08-25
Containment Status: IN CUSTODY

[div class=fyuriheader] Containment Procedure[/div]

Subject is to be kept in a 5 x 6 meter padded cell with limited furnishings, which includes a foam mattress, pillow, and blanket. Subject is disallowed contact with any hard solids which could be exploited through use of his Gift. Rations will be brought to him thrice daily in accordance with Dietary Outline AN39, and, if needed, he will be escorted to toilet and washing facilities by no fewer than two Class 5 personnel.

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PEAK VIRTUE: Diligent

Secondary Virtues:

• Assertive
• Compassionate
• Inventive

Vices:

• Depressive
• Impetuous
• Obdurate

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[/div][div class=fyuriheader] General[/div]

Age: 31
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 1988-02-16
Citizen: Singapore
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Languages: English, Mandarin Chinese
Marital Status: Single

[div class=fyuriheader] Physical Profile[/div]

Hair Color: Dark
Eye Color: Dark
Height: 174.79 cm
Weight: 67.8 kg

[div class=fyuriheader] Psychological Profile[/div]

Excerpt from Psychological Evaluation 43.5, dated ██/██/2019, by Researcher Ernest Harvey and Dr. Marcella Rodriguez, the primary counselor for Subject # ███ :

On the outside, and often the first impression most are familiar with, Subject #███ carries himself with quiet courtesy and confidence, though it's rare to see the man open up overmuch. In the early days of confinement, he managed to establish a working, if uneasy rapport with his counselors, but otherwise showed few signs of violent resistance, hyperactivity, distractibility, or any other behavioral issues representing any potential risk to the Orchestrator's goals. Subject prefers to speak in English, but has demonstrated an above-average command of Mandarin Chinese.

Subject #███'s emotional status became a focus of this evaluation due to an increasing concern with mental health, having displayed symptoms of mild depressive disorder since entering custody. Cooperation with the Orchestrator's goals has been consistent but reluctant. However, following Experiment ██-███, the subject began showing signs of emotional distress, as well as aggressive and belligerent behavior. Additionally, depressive symptoms have worsened. It is recommended that medication prescribed to Subject #███ be increased.

The continued containment of the Centennials has long presented practical and moral quandaries for the Research and Ethics Committees. Nonetheless, our organization has a duty to contain these anomalies, dangerous or not. We've done many distasteful things in the completion of our mission, but our mission is important enough that the price is one we must pay. As such, it is recommended that the organization continue to hold Subject #███ in custody for further evaluation for the indefinite future.

[div class=fyuriheader] Gift[/div]

Property Transferal: Subject #██ is able to borrow the physical properties of solid materials and apply them to other materials (e.g, applying the hardness and strength of a concrete wall to a pane of glass, rendering it much harder to break, or bending a piece of steel by swapping its flexibility with that of a rubber band). As of yet, manipulable properties seem to be limited to hardness, brittleness, tensile strength, compressive strength, elasticity, and weight.

When a transferal is made, a property of one material is given to a new material, and the subject must give up a proportional amount of energy reserves from his body, physically exhausting him, eventually sapping away his body heat, resulting in dangerous chills. Once the subject stops concentrating on the transferal or loses control of it, the effect dissipates, and the borrowed property returns to its source material.

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Case file Nr. 83



Subject name: Anna Sommer
Current age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual(Default setting because actual sexuality not determined)
Gender: N/A
Citizenship: Estonia
Language skills: Estonian(Native), English(B2), Russian(B1)
Close relations: N/A
Location: The Home, Cell Nr. 83 Unknown
Years in the Home: 3,75

Appearance:
Eye colour: Grey
Hair colour: Light blonde
Height: 163 cm 165,2 cm 167,1cm 168,3 cm
Weight: 72 kg 64 kg 51 kg 45 kg

Gift: Electromagnetism sub-unit:
Subjects powers seemed to be linked to the EM forces. It has been observed that nr. 83 gift only manifests itself while the subject is sleeping, unconscious or experiencing strong emotional feelings. The full extent of the gift is still undetermined. The subject seems not to hold any control over the powers she has been granted.
The gift is manifested as spherical energy dense impulses. It seems that those impulses are affecting the gravitational forces of the objects within it parameters. It has been noted down that the objects seem either to float in the affected or they would be propelled out of it with extreme force. We are still determining what causes to act either of the ways but the tests are still inconclusive.
New observations show that nr. 83 is trying to avoid sleeping and increase her caloric intake. Experiments have shown that long periods of the usage of the gift have been severely draining the subjects powers. It has been estimated that without sufficient intake of energy dense food the subject would perish within days.
In order to research the gift nr. 83 is being kept sedated and her sleep cycle is being kept manually with drugs. The medical staff have informed us that in case of when the treatment would stop the subject would probably experience a major withdrawal symptoms. Those symptoms include: insomnia, weight loss, mental instability and lack of hunger.
Some test have been performed that show the link between the impulses and nr. 83 heartbeats and also connections to musical influence have been found but those are incomplete.

Personality:
As the time went on the subject seemed to become more detached from the reality. She still seemed to carry sympathy towards living beings but she has been grown more distrusting and secluded over the years. Unfortunate side effect of the experiment seems also to be the decline of empathy for her. Nr. 83 is still observed to be kind and playful although she leans away from the normality a bit.

Psychological profile: WIP
Year 1
About year ago I was broth a squealing overweight young female. She seemed to be at the age 12-13. More of a shock was to me the fact that she was barely speaking English if at all. It took our research team a week or so to find out the language. It turned out that she was speaking or more fittingly screaming at us in Estonian. Although there were some curses in English and Russian involved.
It took us about a month to calm her down to a state which she was co-operative enough for us to conduct the test. It was clear that the time spent in the facility had not been good for her psychy and the damages were done. Both her mental and physical results were much worse than other subjects' results.
By the end of the year the stress and diet had caused her to loose weight. The mental state also fell down a notch. Everything else seems to be in order no powers have surfaced.

Year 2
Within this year the mental state of the subject has fallen again. She has stirred farther form the hobbies provided to her. There have been occasions where she will hum and communicate through incoherent sentences. There was also a period when she inclined towards selfharm. This happened right after we changed her cell. The cell change happened because her powers started to show.

Hobbies and interests:
Subjects past was filled with many activities but most of them were not as much physical as might have been. We have counted some we were able to dig up:

• Horseback riding
• Cooking
• Reading
• Classical music
• Opera (Last two are considered odd but the time in The Home has proven them true)
• Foody
• 3 years in children's sub-unit of volunteer military - similar to scouts (Again odd but could be useful to us)

The more she spent time in the House the more she started to write poems. In the beginning we did find it harmful to the cause but during one morning she had wrote an eerie poem with her blood on the walls. After that incident we gave it our best effort to monitor each and everyone of her actions awake to avoid it happening again.

Background:
Nr. 83 lost her parents at age 10. After that she was put into the orphanage. Never adopted. She continued in the school and was one of the best in her class. While in the 6th grade she was chosen to be an exchange student in another school. While on the trip to her new school for the time being she was captured by the agent and was broth to The Home. As an orphan not many people were there to actively search her. She was proclaimed as a runaway and after 2 weeks with no hope in finding her she was marked down as dead.

She didn't have many friends after her parents death and she didn't have any in The Home. So she made up her friends. They entertained her awake and kept her safe in her dreams. During one of the nightmare filled nights she felt so helpless and giving up that she wished to die. In the following night something extraordinary. She produced the most powerful impulse wave have witnessed in her time being here. She broke the walls during that night and in the morning she left with the first light.

"Sanity is a sinusoid and they said I am -100°. What is your number?"​

​

 

[Stellina]

• Introduction
• Personality
• Background

• 
  Introduction.
  
  
  
  Sofia Genova
  Birthday: 19-01-1996 (Capricorn)
  Birthplace: Molise, Italy
  Number: to be determined
  Age: 23
  Sex: Female
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  Height: 167.64 cm
  Weight: 125 lb
  
  Gift:
  Time Manipulation-Sofia could stop time for those around her and prevent events from happening. Time manipulation is both a gift and a curse as every time it is used beyond a couple of minutes, Sofia's physical energy is drained from her body. If she is not careful when using such a powerful tool, she could wind up lifeless, dead before she could return back to the present. As this power requires all her energy, Sofia must be fully focused for her to be able to play with time in a safe manor, any small action could change events in the present on a large scale.
  
  
• 
  Personality.
  
  Personality Pros:
  Sofia is a caregiver, all she ever wants to do is help the people around her. She is a strong and confident woman, she knows exactly how to behave in the presence of overly confident alpha males and is not afraid to put them in their place. Standing tall, Sofia never runs away in the face of danger. She believes in living life to the fullest and not to be afraid of the unknown. She is a courageous woman who always makes the best out of every situation. She is fearless in the face of danger and never lets her doubts get the best of her.
  
  Personality Cons:
  She has a mouth on her that always gets her in trouble. She has a major issues with keeping her thoughts to herself and toning down the attitude. Since she cares for those around her so deeply, her loved ones are her biggest weakness. Threatening those around her could lead her to doing irrational things that could put her life in danger.
  
  Psychological Profile:
  Subject #____ has been displaying signs of disassociation from her current state. She has been seated since she has been under surveillance, looking at the blank wall in front of her and blinking every 5 minutes or so. Her breathing is slow, her eyes are wide and her lips are slightly parted. Although her usual eye color is a dark brown, Subject's eyes are a piercing icy blue. No signs of proper consciousness to this date. Before capturing, Subject was a strong and independent woman who never let herself be walked over. Now that she is here, she has not displayed any type of regular behavior. Subject has not eaten nor spoken.
  
  Hobbies and Skills:
  Reading-Sofia loves to read, she always has an old book in hand, ready for her to ingest the entire book in the matter of a couple hours. Her father was a writer and he inspired her obsession for literature. She takes a specific interest in books from the Victorian era and/or Gothic period.
  
  Writing-Being that she comes from a long line of writers, Sofia has talented blood pumping through her veins. Sofia could write for days on end, refusing to do anything but just that for hours and hours. Since she was a young girl, she has been writing her first novel she hopes to publish by her 25th birthday.
  
  Teaching-Sofia is a patient teacher, she is always willing to help those around her and spread her knowledge to aid society.
  
  Animals-Sofia loves animals, she loves to take care of them and raise them. One animal she loves the most is her cat Saffron, a childhood pet her mother gave her once her father passed.
  
• 
  Personal History.
  Background:
  Early years
  Sofia was raised in Harlem, surrounded by her mother, father and two sisters. Once Sofia reached the age of 16, both her older sisters moved away to pursue their education and her father died shortly after, leaving Sofia feeling alone and helpless. She found comfort in all things writing as her father was a well known fantasy author, selling millions of books about the supernatural around the world. Sofia found comfort in his words written all over the pages she read, it made her feel closer to him. His books made it so he never truly left earth, as if his spirit was always with her.
  
  Current
  Since her young age, Sofia has been inspired by her father's dedication to his creativity and decided that she too would be an author one day. Thus, she spends her days in her room, furiously typing away, trying to create the perfect story. It is a dream of hers to be published by the age of 25, she hopes to walk the same path as her father once did.
  

  I'm someone who will be remembered 100 years after I take my last breath. Sofia

 

[Croaker]

​

Module User: 'Control'
File Accesed: No. 086 'TSrgt. Crednece Babcock'
Last File Entry: 201X
Last User: 'Control'

>_

• Physical Atributes/General
• Gift and Gift Development
• Psychological Elements
• Subject History

• 
  Subject's Name:
  Credence Babcock
  Subject's Assigned Number:
  086
  Age:
  32
  Place of Birth: Oregon, USA
  Sex: Female
  Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
  Eye Color: Hazel/ Now a cloudy grey
  Hair Color: Brown
  Height: 5' 10"
  Weight: 155 Lbs
  
  Spoiler: Physical Capability

  
  When Subject No. 086 was first acquired by the Orchestrator she was at the peak of physical fitness. Her demanding lifestyle as a gun for hire – and before that as a special operations NCO – had required her to be healthy and athletically capable. Being quite tall for a woman, her lithe build distributed tense coils of muscle across her graceful frame that would be the envy of any fool with eyes, however, after almost a year in confinement, with drastic meal restrictions, the Subject has lost considerable weight and bears much less muscle definition compared to when first arriving at the House and could easily be described as 'gaunt'. Confinement has not treated No. 086 well.
  
• 
  -"Omnipotent Reality"
  
  >Voice Log Entry "1"/ Control/ Day 236, 2100 hour
  "Okay... alright... Where to begin? I suppose with the facts. Speculation tends to muddy these sorts of things up, so before I proceed with my hypothesizing, let me outline the day's events as I have them marked."
  "At approximately 0700 hours, of day 236, Subject has reportedly stated they're experiencing symptoms of a fever. Thermo readings taken from Subject's d-cell show an inexplicable, several degree spike in room temperature. Requests to investigate No. 086's complaints of fever and this temperature change were denied by the Orchestrator, and instead, an audience of medical personnel were requested to be made present in the observation hub."
  "From 0700-1100 The subject continued to complain of fever, begging for ice water and medicine. At around 1100, subject ceases pleading and seems only capable of mustering moans and screams."
  "Begining roughly around 1130, a bright light encapsulates Subject's cell and camera feeds cut out. Security personnel, as well as myself, were dispatched to investigate the d-cell."
  "... Now... Now here's where things get messy... at no point in my career have I truly been appalled by something I've witnessed in this facility, but this... this disturbs me."
  "We found No. 086 convulsing in the center of her cell, pooling into a pile of viscera and sick. I don't believe I've ever seen the human form twist or contort in the ways which we found the Subject. Fuck... just thinking about it threatens my composer."
  "No. 086's tolerance for suffering has always been outstanding. But this was something else. This was not suffering, this was... the removal of a person's existence from the perceivable world in which we could understand it."
  "When we found the subject, No. 086's genetic material seemed to be rejecting itself and sluffing off in excess amounts. I suppose one could compare the specimen's behavior to extreme cases of advanced leprosy, though there is more to the reality of this phenomenon that a mundane explanation – such as a hyper flesh-eating virus – will crumble under the weight of. The intense and prevalent scent of burning o-zone in the concrete cell has lead me to several theories that may or may not hold water after further testing. Doubly, the air around the Subject seemed to flicker and waver as if unsure of itself, taking in No. 086's flesh and stretching it to... somewhere else. All present personnel were instructed not to enter the d-cell."
  "Continuing our investigation of No. 086's altered state, I took notice of a slow regeneration taking place amongst the Subjects twisted shape– as if reality were trying to right the wrongness of her degradation. I suspect that within the next 24 hours, her form will return to its original state. We currently have staff performing routine check-ups on No. 086. Testing will continue tomorrow after I get some damned sleep. I get the feeling the reigns are getting passed to me on this one."
  
  >Voice Log Entry "2"/ Control/ Day 238, 1800 hour
  "No. 086 has fully regenerated to her original state, though excess scar tissue has been found along her skin and her eyes have adopted a cloudy grey lens. She has become reportedly blind. I hypothesize that the fever No. 086 experienced burned away the Subject's optic nerves, however, further testing is required. Other brain damage may be prevalent, though the Subject seems cognizant of her surroundings and has resumed standard motor function. That being said, standard behavioral patterns are absent and the Subject seems increasingly distant. No. 086 has also begun talking to herself and is prone to random fits of screams, giggles, and sobs. When asked as to what the types of things No. 086 would say to herself, a researcher simply stated: 'things people were not meant to know.' When asked to elaborate, the same researcher produced a rude gesture and told me to go talk to her myself."
  "I have decided to hold an interview with the Subject later today."
  
  >Voice Log Entry "3"/ Control/ Day 238, 2000 hour
  "Interviewing No. 086 has proved to be... an enlightening experience. Most questions asked of the Subject resulted in confusing and incomprehensible answers, and I suspect that through a majority of the interview No. 086 was unaware of her present circumstance, or somewhere else entirely. After asking the Subject why she had been sobbing earlier – and I feel this exchange really highlights my point – she began describing to me the birth of a star. No. 086 described this event to me with such eloquence and detail, that it felt as if she were watching the event unfold right then and there – as if she were party to the creation of a sun. It was simultaneously a surreal and sobering moment."
  "Despite most of the interview revealing itself to be more or less worthless, a moment of clarity came about No. XXX towards the end and has proved to be... illuminating. I'll play that part of the recording now."
  
  Spoiler: Embedded Recording

  
  Control: No. 086, if you cannot see me now, what do you currently sense? Describe to me your current perception of what is around you, if you wouldn't mind.
  
  No. 086: You're wrong.
  
  Control: Excuse me?
  
  No. 086: You're wrong. I can see you. I've seen you before, I see you now and I see what you will be. I do see you, and you unravel before me infinitely.
  
  Control: And how's that? What do I look like to you?
  
  No. 086: You look small and pudgy. You're an infant in your mother's arms and you're heavy. Not a big child, not heavy in that sense, but the burden of responsibility your mother now feels. She loves you. Or rather, she loves the idea of you, of having a child. But she's tired. Beautiful, but tired. Terry was tired until the day she died.
  
  Control: ... Did... How do you know my mother? How did you know her name?
  
  No. 086: I've known your mother as I've known you. I know that she was a whore-
  
  Control: She was a painter.
  
  No. 086: Whore. That's what your father would call her when he hit her. When he slammed her head onto the granite countertops in your house in Orlando, sending fragments of her skull tumbling into her brainstem. You were at school when it happened though, you probably don't remember.
  
  Control: ... I see... So, you see my father too? Do you see him "infinitely", as you see me?
  
  No. 086: Yes. I see him, a con-man–
  
  Control: He was a real-estate agent.
  
  No. 086: Of a sort, I suppose... he was the one who gave you your name wasn't he? Control. He was a fan of those old spy movies, the ones where the villain would explain their grand scheme to the hero long enough for the captured spy to turn it around at the end... You hate your father, don't you? But some part of you still respects him to some degree. That's why you kept the title. Control. A memento.
  
  Control: ...I ...Nevermind. Earlier you stated that you see what I "will be". Can you tell me what exactly it is you see?
  
  No. 086: I can. Sometimes it's different, but a lot of the time it's the same, mostly with small variations here and there. I see you here in this facility, in "the House". You're lonely and tired. Tired like your mother... There's a great, tall Cyprus tree, thick beards of grey moss hang loosely from the bark. You're sitting at the base and your breathing is shallow, it's slowing down. You're clutching at a hole in your gut, but you know there's no point...
  
  "The rest of the interview can be found in my personal files..."
  "Testing and interviews will resume tomorrow... I need a fucking coffee..."
  
  >Voice Log Entry "4"/ Control/ Day 239, 17000 hour
  
  /̶̡̡̬͂͒͗͐̔͝F̸̳̗̬͒̃̔̎̿̀ ̴̹̈́͐i̴̛̦̓̌̽̚͠ ̸͔̘͍̯̑̋̓̑͠l̶̹̰̏͠ ̵͈̺̈ė̶̱̬̿̈́̓̽ ̶̜̳̺̏̔̚ ̵̧̦̗̖̪̱̈́̌̈̅C̶̼̻̥̰̄̇̃͜ ̷̭͈͐̐̒̐ợ̸̗̞̘̦̾ ̵̘̼̽̐͌ṙ̴̰̤͈̲͓͚ ̸͇͓̗̳̝̈́r̷̫̈̒̒ ̵͉̾̎ứ̵͔͊̚̕͠ ̶̢̛̾̈́̾p̷̛̙̤̖̾̃͘̚̚ ̸͇͉̟̫̯̙͑̐̕̕͝t̴̬͙͉̫̾͒̿/̸̥̱͔̗͕̘͂͛͌̐͋​
  
  >Voice Log Entry "5"/ Control/ Day 242, 21000 hour
  "Earlier today, one of the security personnel discovered that No. 086 had somehow managed to smuggle a small arsenal of writing utensils into her cell. She was caught scribbling away furiously, deftly marking the walls. At my behest, we let her carry on committing herself to the mural. Hours later, when she finished, the mural took up the entirety of the west wall. It depicted a chaotic mass of figures running from a centralized house. There were a hundred prominent figures, all of which were far too familiar, many of which were butchering more minor figures in the all too familiar uniform of the House's security personnel. One of these "one-hundred" was shown with fingers pointed at one of the security personnel, who was drawn to be riddled with bullet holes. One glided free on paper wings, whilst another was simply depicted as the dotted outline of a humanoid silhouette. A figure on the far left of the wall seemed to command dark shapes that were shown tearing through the uniformed figures, while an image on the far right seemed to be a hulking mass of elements. The list goes on."
  "As worrying as the mural is, it was not the depiction of other subjects – subjects No. 086 has never encountered mind you – that truly upset me. It was what she wrote around the centralized house. 'Fear the Mad Gods'. I read those words standing in the Subject's cell with her sitting on the floor, right next to me. Every inch of me wanted out of that place, but I stayed. I asked what that meant, what No. 086 intended when writing 'Fear the Mad Gods'. She simply looked up at me grinning. 'You should know,' she said. 'You created them.' She laughed at that, and continued to do so as we hosed her and her cell down. And when we left her there, bruised and drenched, she continued to laugh. There was no humor left in me to join her. Only an overwhelming sense of dread.
  
  >Voice Log Entry "6"/ Control/ Day 256, 15000 hour
  "My tests have not been fruitless! Though my time spent with No. 086 has been grating on my sanity, I believe I have taken the first great leap into uncovering the Subjects current nature. If I am correct, and I do believe I am, No. 086 is experiencing what I will call an 'Omnipotent Reality', living through all possible pasts, presents and futures all at once. When the Subject first underwent her metamorphic state, her body was being spread across all of time all at once, causing No. XXX to be born, live and die an infinite amount of times. This, of course, could have been catastrophic to the fabric of reality, and to write this wrong the universe slowly rid itself of this blemish, reforming the Subject as she was. The Subjects body now exists purely in the present as we perceive it, but her mind is still free to wander infinitely in any direction. In a way, No. 086 is like a symbiote that has latched itself onto time-itself, one unable to exist without the other."
  "While an amazing scientific discovery, it has in no way eased my paranoid mind. Each time I pass No. 086's cell, she smiles at me and taps her wrist as if pointing to a watch. I fear for what is to come."
  
  >Voice Log Entry "7"/ Control/ Day 263, 0900 hour
  "Ţ̸̧͎̻̘͑̉̈́̄̈́h̶̨̩̽́ȩ̴̗̗̺́̕ͅ time has c̶̨͙̬̖͈̔̎̓̃o̵̢̦͈͌͛̐̓̏̑ḿ̵̨̨͍̺͖̈́̌̽̃̇͜ȅ̸͈͎̣͓͕͕.̷̭̙͔͛̃̍̚͜ Like I ḱ̵̨͓̕͜͝n̴͙̼͌̌̾̌e̴̛͙w̷̙̼̳͐̊̂ ̴̂̉́͑ͅi̴͙͓̱̹̗̲̐͌̆́t̶̡̧̢̯̝͍̔́́̿ would."
  
  Ț̷́̃ĥ̵̹̪̘̦̠̾͘ͅe̷̢͓̒̍ ̵̝̘̝͕̙̎ͅM̷͓̼͎̙̔̓̏̈̚͝ä̴̛̦͜d̴̝̑͂̇͘͠ ̸̫͙͔̼̒́̈́̏͂́G̶̥͖̹̱͖̓̂̋͛̐̿o̷̭̲͙͉̤͒d̸̖͈̲́̓̿͜ͅs̵͉͓͓̰͚̐̃̒̅́ ̶̯̋̽̊ä̵̮̌̊̚r̴̭͑͑̒͊͘ĕ̴͇͔̰́̚ ̸͎͈̖͊̈̉f̸̞̣̈͘͝r̸̭̰͎̾͗e̸͉̻̠̩̠̟͛ę̶͇͈̔͂̑͊̈́"̶̧̧̘͎̈́͜
  
  
• 
  Prominent Personality Traits:
  Distant, unhinged, reclusive, spacey, quiet, prone to random aggressive acts, manipulative, borderline masochistic.
  
  Psychological Profile:
  The Orchestrator has asked me to complete a psychological profile for subject No. 086 today, though I must admit, after another Subject began mimicking the properties of his environment, these past few hours have been hectic, so this may be a little short-winded.
  ***
  Since her arrival at the House, No. 086 has been a handful. As we quickly found out, administering physical pain or torture was not nearly as effective as we would have hoped, and within the first few days a researcher's jaw had been hyper-extended and a security guard's nose was bitten from his face. In early hypnosis-aidded interviews, No. XXX had some of the lowest average wordcounts out of any of the subjects on record, with one of her answers to a question being simply; "I'm uncultured". Inspirational material, if I might be so bold as to say.
  Even as confinement and punishment continued and worsened, No. 086 maintained a notoriously belligerent attitude. It wasn't until the Subject's metamorphosis occurred that her behavior changed. Consequently, No. 086 seemed to become more introspective and reclusive. Though still quiet, she began talking to herself, mentioning things that seemed of little consequence and reciting seemingly unrelated mantras. Aggressive acts seemed to lessen as well, though still prominent enough to warrant caution when interacting with this subject.
  Needless to say, I implore those who come into contact with No. 086 to heed this warning. She will try and get into your head, do not let her. She is a parasite. Do not forget that.
  
  Hobbies:
  - Observation: Subject seems to find enjoyment in watching House personnel work and perform other mundane tasks. Intrigued by the observable world around her.
  - Drawing/Cartogrophy: If allotted time with a paper and pen, Subject enjoys drawing some of the various personnel that come in and out of her cell. Several very unflattering caricatures of myself have also been found and confiscated. One is currently framed on my desk. No. 086 has been observed to draw in the dust of her cell, recreating maps from various OPs she has performed with her DAGRE unit and the "Silver Comet" mercenary group. I can only assume that recreating maps is a form of therapy for the Subject.
  - Athletic Activities: Prior to our acquisition of No. 086, the Subject enjoyed activities such as rock climbing and hiking as well as working on personal fitness. Now confined to her cell, No. 086 seems to have developed a minor fitness routine to stay in shape. I don't know where she finds the energy. With how much she's starved these days, she's thining out fast and losing an increasing amount of muscle mass. Any athletic activity seems futile now.
  
• 
  Background (wip):
  Not much record of Subject's history is currently available, and what has been gathered from interviews is... sadly insufficient. What we do know of No. 086's childhood is sparse and grim, only barely illuminating the life of a daughter raised in a utilitarian household by a Vietnam veteran struggling with PTSD.
  In the Subject's apartment, we did find a box stuffed with what appears to be high school art projects and a single family photo, however, outside of these few items nothing else managed to shed light into her past for us. No criminal records exist of No. 086 either, not a single delinquency could be found. In fact, the only official documents we could pull that weren't militarily related is a birth certificate and high school diploma. Copies of Subject's USAF contract and the various paperworks associated with government and military fueled bureaucracy do exist, however, and have been thoroughly reviewed. Granted, the Subject's 7 weeks of basic military training are devoid of documentation, though her career-specific technical training for the Air Force's Security Forces Academy has a record of an admittedly impressive letter of acknowledgment, pre-graduation.
  
  After the Subject had completed her basic training, we do know that No. XXX was stationed at Incirlick Air Base in Turkey, where she was deployed to Afghanistan for the first of four times. As far as we know, this is the first time in which the Subject comes into contact with the 'Silver Comet' mercenary group, and after a long and fulfilling ten years in the Airforce, No. XXX takes up arms amongst the Silver Comet company. Looking into this mercenary company we have discovered a terribly infamous stigma surrounding them, involving a ruthless reputation that hangs over their name. In certain circles they are seen as some kind of pseudo-cult that believes war is the key to furthering the human experience, and pain is something to simply be embraced... maybe even worshipped. Regardless, our outreach branch collected No. 086 a little less than a year ago, and she's been in the facility ever since.
  

"Since God had commanded it, it was necessary that I do it.
Since God commanded it, even if I had a hundred fathers and mothers, even if I had been a King's daughter, I would have gone nevertheless."

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

“I shouldn’t care if they lied to make it more interesting, as long as they were good lies, full of kisses and daring escapes and the occasional act of barbarism. I can’t abide a poor liar.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless​

• Basics
• Powers
• Personality
• Bio
• Extras

• Name: Konstantin “Kostya” Ivanovich Azhikelyamov (Константи́н “Костя” Иванович Ажикелямов)
  Number: 50
  Age: 27
  Sex: male
  Sexual Orientation: gay
  Height: 5’9”
  Weight: 160lbs
  Appearance: Kostya is middling height and lanky, with pale skin, grey eyes, and dark hair. He's usually a little over dressed, and his idea of casual is a dress shirt and jeans. Does he own a T-shirt? Probably not. Does he own several floral ties? Yes.
  Nationality: Russian
  Languages: Russian (including Fenya), French, English
• Gift: Door manipulation. Kostya can make a door open someplace it shouldn't actually lead to, as well as create doors in places they weren't before. He needs to be touching the door to create or open it. He does not need to have been someplace before to make a door there, though it does help with his aim. At this point, the doors are unstable and last only a few minutes before leading back to where they meant to go, or becoming an ordinary, if new, doorway, and he's only able to make doors that lead to somewhere within about twenty miles of himself at very most. This did manage to be enough to let him walk out the front door of the compound--but only once.
  
  It seems to have been enough.
• Personality Pros: Charismatic | Clever | Loyal
  Personality Cons: Arrogant | Condescending | Selfish
  
  Psychological Profile: "It's difficult to say if we've seen anything approaching subject 50's true personality. The first several days subject 50 behaved in an aggressive manner, demanding legal counsel while threatening several members of staff with violence before abruptly changing tactics and becoming charming, personable, friendly. Both are false faces; simple means to an end. He continues to experiment with new personas when the old ones fail to elicit the response he wants from staff. This is the work of a trained grifter, rather than symptoms of a personality disorder.
  
  [Date Redacted]
  Subject 50 has finally lost composure after recapture. He was laughing when we brought him back inside. "Sure," he said, still laughing. "Put me back in box. We all know you can't keep me there now."
  
  The answer that, of course, is that we can. A combination of physical restraints and drugs have been successfully applied, rendering subject 50 groggy and lethargic, though not compliant. Subject 50's current state is best described as feral, shying away from staff and going so far as to hiss or bite at their approach. Since no other unauthorized experiments have been completed since their application, these treatments will continue indefinitely."
  
• Hobbies and Skills: Lock picking | gymnastics | ballet | social engineering | acting | parkour | art appraisal | fashion| sewing | criminal networking | unarmed combat | driving
  
  Background: Found abandoned in Saint Petersburg, Russia, as an infant, Kostya grew up in an orphanage until he was about ten years old, when he managed to run away. He spent a handful of years as a street kid before catching the eye of a mafia thief. Ivan Alexandrov took Kostya in as his protégée, and Kostya learned everything from lock picking to gymnastics to art appraisal at his heels. Having skipped the usual time as a grunt with the bratva he's rather arrogant and over-confident in his skills, and is perfectly willing to remind everyone that he's a vor v zakone in training, thank you.
  
  Despite the cocky streak, Kostya is very, very good at what he does. He's participated in several major thefts across Europe, mostly art from museums, and in the past few years has become Ivan's partner more than his apprentice.
• Playlist
  Aesthetics
  "A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns." -Mario Puzo

 

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[div class=charactername]Mila Barnette[/div]

[div class=quote]It's difficult to decide where to go when there are 100 different possibilities

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[div class=info]Given Name[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Leone Fitzgerald[/div]

[div class=info]Alias Name[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Mila Barnette[/div]

[div class=info]Number[/div]

[div class=sminfo]75[/div]

[div class=info]Age[/div]

[div class=sminfo]23[/div]

[div class=info]Gender[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Female[/div]

[div class=info]Sexuality[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Heterosexual[/div]

[div class=info]Occupation[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Bartender[/div]

[div class=info]Height[/div]

[div class=sminfo]160cm[/div]

[div class=info]Weight[/div]

[div class=sminfo]70kg[/div]

[div class=infohdr] Gift[/div]

[div class=info]Illusion[/div]

Subject #75 presents the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions, with the potential to alter the perceived touch, smell and hearing of others. Upon extensive testing, it was found that this gift can only change the perception of the subject and has no influence on external environments. This has resulted in the illusions not penetrating mirrors or shadows: two tell-tell traits that Subject #75 is engaging in their gift.

Control of the gift seems highly limited at this stage. The subject has been recorded unwillingly and unknowingly transforming the state of their physical appearance due to intense emotions, often creating illusions concurrent with their current mental state. However, when presented with new and possibly before unseen illusions to create, the subject shows difficulty in generating or maintaining the changed physical appearance.

[div class=infohdr] Personality[/div]

[div class=info]Pros[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Confident | Hard-working | Charming[/div]

[div class=info]Cons[/div]

[div class=sminfo]Self-indulgent | Irresponsible | Stubborn[/div]

[div class=info]Profile[/div]

Subject #75’s early days of imprisonment were met with a strong surge of disagreement and denial, with the Subject continuously persisting that they were falsely mistaken. Accordingly, the Subject’s initially approached guards with charm and friendliness, going as far to offer help in pursuing the true victim.

When this failed to gain her favour, the Subject’s friendly persona was quick to fade away and be replaced by anger and irritation. The Subject’s tactics became fiercer, with #75 often ignoring instructions or, in a few situations, deploying violent actions (e.g. kicking and pushing). The Orchestrator‘s desired procedures were consequently mandated and, as expected, prevented the recurrence of these actions.

As of current, the subject appears to be in a state of hopeless reminiscence. They follow directions with careless judgment and have been found to negate personal care. As a result of this dramatic change, alongside the constant reappearance of breakdowns, it is recommended that Subject #75 be observed for possible mental repercussions.

[div class=info]Hobbies and Skills[/div]

Analysis of the Subject’s past has revealed the following hobbies and skill set:

• Dancing
• Photography
• Acting (Whilst this is included in the list, it is important to note that this skill is limited and, in all honestly, underdeveloped. This may pose issues regarding the effectiveness of Subject #75’s gift in The Orchestrator‘s final plan).
• Reading
• Poetry

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[div class=infohdr] History[/div]

[div class=info]Background[/div]

The Subject was born and raised in Glenlough Bay, Ireland, under the given name of Leone Fitzgerald. Whilst little is known about this life-phase, school reports and outsider interviews reveal the Subject’s youth as uneventful and lacking the need for further investigation.

Rather, it is recommended that increased research by undertaken into the Subject’s life in Los Angeles, America. The Subject is understood to have left Ireland at 18 in the pursuit of American culture and a famed position in acting. Upon this shift in countries, the Subject attempted to adopt a new identity outside of her own, going as far to rename herself Mila Barnette, take dialect lessons and brew an underlyingly false backstory. This backstory has been accounted numerously and often inconsistently to officers as the Subject being born in Boston to two restaurant-owners.

Insider reports and insights have recorded the Subject as having been a student at Carolyne Barry Acting Academy for two months, before leaving as a result of missing too many classes. Since then, the Subject is known to have been a part of two local theatre productions, including playing the role “Background Character #2” in The Importance of Being Earnest. Interception occurred at this play.

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