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[COLOR=#ffffff][B]Name[/B]: Isabel 'Bella' au Saara
[B]Age:[/B] 58
[B]Species:[/B] Human
[B]Occupation:[/B] Head of House au Saara, Member of The Counsel
[B]Pronouns:[/B] She/Her
[B]Sexuality:[/B] Homosexual
[B]Place of Residence:[/B] Palace / House au Saara Estates
[B]Current Location:[/B] Citadel[/COLOR]
[B][COLOR=#ffffff]Personality: [/COLOR][/B]
[INDENT][COLOR=#ffffff][B]★ [/B]Reserved, calculating, introverted without being shy or awkward, a listener though articulate when speaking
★ 'Go' play style: Extreme Aggressor, though you'd never guess it from her demeanour
★ Whilst neither a sadist nor blood thirsty, she is unflinchingly cut-throat when it comes to her family and politics
★ Only softens around lovers. Is equally strict and calm with her family as she is with others.
★ Technophobic, loathes androids and dislikes witnessing Magic use. Equally distrustful of TechGardens, Mods, etc.
★ Excellent military tactician, particular on ships and with space battle
★ Loving of her family and those she values, but only internally - shows it through fighting their battles and forging them into survivors.[/COLOR][/INDENT]
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[INDENT][COLOR=#ffffff]★ House au Saara is owns one of the major Ship production companies, particularly battle ships. They also have a stellar history in the military and have multiple decorated fleet Captains. Several Hands loyal to their family populate the Citadel's Agency.
★ Bella grew up off-Citadel on one of the Central Planets. She received rigorous education from her father and her governesses in both culture, manners, and military practice. She is considered a master in Krav Maga and after leading several victories as a Captain in the Imperial Fleet against rebel forces on the Outer Rim, she was appointed Counsellor for her House.
★ Born into wealth and has never known any different.
★ Suffers severe PTSD from military experiences and often has Major Depressive Episodes at the sight of blood.
★ The only Mod she allows to be preformed on her is those to delay physical ageing.
★ In recent years, has been noted as increasingly paranoid and distrustful of those close to her / working under her.[/COLOR][/INDENT]
[COLOR=#ffffff][B]Likes [/B]jasmine tea, the colour white, horse-riding, classical music, Romantic poetry // [B]Dislikes[/B] tech, Magic, meat, sudden noises, flashing lights
[B]Skills[/B] Krav Maga, military strategy, fleet and squadron command // [B]Strengths[/B]  patience, diplomacy, listening // [B]Talents[/B] horse-riding, piano, chess
[B]Weaknesses[/B] armed combat, economics, business affairs // [B]Vices[/B] paranoia, psychosis surrounding blood and trauma, isolation // [B]Addictions[/B] None
[B]Differently Abled Traits:[/B] She has severe nerve damage in her left leg and walks with a cane.
[B]Affiliations[/B] The Counsel, The Emperor, Noblus // [B]Loyalties[/B] House au Saara
[B]Family [/B][Claimable] // [B]Relationships[/B] [Claimable] // [B]Friendships [/B][Claimable]
[B]Frequently Found:[/B] Alpha District Gardens, House au Saara Estate[/COLOR]
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Bella
lore | characters | ooc | main rp


Name: Isabel 'Bella' au Saara
Age: 58
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of House au Saara, Member of The Counsel
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Homosexual
Place of Residence: Palace / House au Saara Estates
Current Location: Citadel

Personality:

Reserved, calculating, introverted without being shy or awkward, a listener though articulate when speaking
★ 'Go' play style: Extreme Aggressor, though you'd never guess it from her demeanour
★ Whilst neither a sadist nor blood thirsty, she is unflinchingly cut-throat when it comes to her family and politics
★ Only softens around lovers. Is equally strict and calm with her family as she is with others.
★ Technophobic, loathes androids and dislikes witnessing Magic use. Equally distrustful of TechGardens, Mods, etc.
★ Excellent military tactician, particular on ships and with space battle
★ Loving of her family and those she values, but only internally - shows it through fighting their battles and forging them into survivors.

Background:
★ House au Saara is owns one of the major Ship production companies, particularly battle ships. They also have a stellar history in the military and have multiple decorated fleet Captains. Several Hands loyal to their family populate the Citadel's Agency.
★ Bella grew up off-Citadel on one of the Central Planets. She received rigorous education from her father and her governesses in both culture, manners, and military practice. She is considered a master in Krav Maga and after leading several victories as a Captain in the Imperial Fleet against rebel forces on the Outer Rim, she was appointed Counsellor for her House.
★ Born into wealth and has never known any different.
★ Suffers severe PTSD from military experiences and often has Major Depressive Episodes at the sight of blood.
★ The only Mod she allows to be preformed on her is those to delay physical ageing.
★ In recent years, has been noted as increasingly paranoid and distrustful of those close to her / working under her.

Likes jasmine tea, the colour white, horse-riding, classical music, Romantic poetry // Dislikes tech, Magic, meat, sudden noises, flashing lights
Skills Krav Maga, military strategy, fleet and squadron command // Strengths patience, diplomacy, listening // Talents horse-riding, piano, chess
Weaknesses armed combat, economics, business affairs // Vices paranoia, psychosis surrounding blood and trauma, isolation // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: She has severe nerve damage in her left leg and walks with a cane.
Affiliations The Counsel, The Emperor, Noblus // Loyalties House au Saara
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Alpha District Gardens, House au Saara Estate

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A C C E P T E D
Emperor Jamie au Olver - Played by ReverseTex ReverseTex [Looking for players to claim: Family, Relationships, Friendships]

★ Commander Victoria au Saara - Ex Fleet Admiral, now Commander of the Secret Police - Played by NUSKI NUSKI [Looking for players to claim: Followers/people to take under her wing]

Mr. Eye and Mr. Eye - Blind Bureau Cleaners, Leader of the Eyes - Played by CerpinTaxt CerpinTaxt [Looking for players to claim: Unknown, contact player]

Aritafae 'Fate' Alexander - Thief and Merc - Played by RiverGamer RiverGamer [Looking for players to claim: Parents, Relationships, Friendships]

Julian Serpentine and Saia - Tech and AI - Played by Cosmic_Chaos Cosmic_Chaos [Looking for players to claim: Boyfriend/Lover, Close Friends]

Meredith Hanner Dydd - Captain of the Angels - Played by Elephantom Elephantom [Looking for players to claim: Unknown, contact player]

'Athena' - Emperor's Bodyguard - Played by Collidias Rex Collidias Rex [Looking for players to claim: Relationships, Friendships]

Gaius - Android Criminal Scum - Played by KnightSergeant KnightSergeant [Looking for players to claim: Family, Relationships, Friendships - 'One Hot Mama', 'His favorite girl', 'Patricide']

K1smet (Genesis, Glitch, Nezha, Circe, Qix) - Android Rebellion - Played by NUSKI NUSKI [Looking for players to claim: Members to join Rebellion]

Octavius, Alistair, and Nova au Locke - Counsellor, Assassin, and Nova Trade Leader respectively - Played by Noivian Noivian [Looking for players to claim: Family, Relationships, Friendships, Co-workers]

★ Seamus O'Donehey - Shadow District 'Doctor' - Played by Mykinkaiser Mykinkaiser [Looking for players to claim: Family, Relationships]

Kello - Kickass Android Precious Bean - Played by Collidias Rex Collidias Rex [Collidias I swear to god...Looking for players to claim: Boats, Hoes, Dolla Dolla Bills, Message Rex if you have ideas]





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Emperor Jamie au Olver
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Name: Jamie au Olver
Age:47
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of House au Olver, Emperor
Pronouns: Your Highness, Sir, He, exc...
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: Palace
Current Location: Citadel

Personality:

★ Master Manipulator-
Jamie is infamous for his sly and wistful credibility. Although he is still able to trick and deceive famous politicians or a simple common Hand. Always able to ease the minds of his “workers” when distressed, or easily sway a man’s mind by using a few words.
Reserved- Although his fortune is solely based on people’s desires, Jamie is a man of little desire or emotion. Often quietly observing others, or spouting sarcasm. Lacking the same desires of the people he uses is what has rocketed the man to success.
Elusive-Though Jamie owns his family’s small estate, he rarely resides there for security reasons. Often shifting between his Joybars, keeping himself locked in his many offices within said establishments. Now that he is Emperor, he still enacts this strategy to a point, never staying in one room for longer than need be.
Power Hungry, His one true desire is to obtain substantial power, and will do anything to receive that. He now has that power, and will do anything to retain it.
Background:

★ Born into little power or wealth, the Olver family only owned a little Estate received for their loyalty to the Emperor. The only child of his family, his mother died during childbirth. His father was known for being the weakest Noblus in all the Citadel.
★ At the age of 12 Jaime was sent to apprentice with a more powerful Noblus, and became well liked amongst the family. Befriending the Noblus’s daughter and son, who were a few years his senior, they often got into fun and mischief with one another.
★ When of age, Jamie’s father said he was to be betrothed to the daughter of the Noblus he had apprenticed for. Honestly loving the girl, as she did him, the two were ecstatic for their marriage.
★ But her father pulled out last minute, saying a higher born Noblus was to be a better match for her, politically. Deciding he needed to do something, Jamie challenged his replacement to a duel, declaring the winner would have her hand in marriage. Agreeing to a razor battle, but if one was to yield or their girl was to proclaim a hault that they would do so. And so they dueled... Jaime lost badly, never truly skilled in the art of battle, and suffered a almost fatal slash wound from the collarbone to his stomach.
★ Barely surviving the battle, Jamie escaped with a nasty scar of the event and a forever damaged mind. But he realized something. He couldn’t play this “game” the way most played it. He needed to do it his own way, with his own rules. It took a year for him to recovery fully from his wounds, and once doing so he vanished from the public eye for years.
★ Resurfacing into the fold at the age of 30, now the owner of almost every Joybar in the Citadel, and a new dive into Stimhaunts. But there was one true thing that elevated him to power. Knowledge. He practically payed and owned all spies in the city, starting with the whores at his Joybars. But with eyes and ears across the city, shifting himself into power was easy.
★Now as the current Emperor, Jamie has enacted severe restrictions upon Androids, crippling the race to become near extinct in only ten years. How so? By proper propaganda, and installing Group-Think throughout the entire nations by schools, news, and radio. Rewarding anyone who sights or catches a Android with better living conditions and supplies motivated his people to carry out their Emperor's request. Furthermore, a heavy security and surveillance installment has been placed throughout the entirety of the holdings that the Emperor controls.
Likes Gambling, knife throwing/ play, politics, games // DislikesHands, ignorance, easily deceived people, purists
Skills Manipulation, handling finances and money, fantastic businessmen // Strengths Playing people, making money, lying, and determined. // Talents Piano, chess
Weaknesses His past , his paranoid behavior as of recent // Vices Paranoia, lacks empathy // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: Severe chest damage from his youth, recently as he has grown older has began to spark up lung problems. Right eye is a milky cataract, the only remaining scar from his bout with Bella
AffiliationsHimself, The Angels & Eye // Loyalties Himself
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Palace

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VICTORIA



Name: Victoria au Saara
Age: 35
Species: Human, Warper
Occupation: Secr
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Pronouns: She
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: Level One - Palace, House au Saara Estates
Current Location: Level One - Peace Tower
Personality:


Loyal - Victoria is loyal to the Emperor, Isabel au Saara and her fleet. Even if the Emperor were to change next week, she would still be loyal; she understands that higher authority must always be respected. Victoria will almost always choose the Emperor over herself and friends/family.
★ Adroit - Despite how she looks, Victoria should never be taken advantage of. She is an intelligent woman and tends to think carefully before making her next move whether it be on or off the 'battlefield'. She tends to fare well in stressful situations. It would be very difficult to manipulate Victoria.
★ Sympathetic/Fair - Even though Victoria considers herself a loyal person, she finds it very difficult to neglect her brother. She knows that her brother does not share the same love for her but she can't seem to let him go. ignoring the Noblus stereotype, Victoria is not cruel towards Hands and Slavs. If you're lucky, you may see her give them money once in a while.
★ Dogmatic - While she can at times be sympathetic and kind decent, if she is given an order from a higher power she will fulfill it. If someone is breaking the rules, she will make sure they and those around them will never do it again.
★ Unpredictable - Like her disgraced brother, Victoria is unpredictable, uncontrollable and hard to read. She does that on purpose so people don't get too comfortable around her.
★ Hard Work Ethic - Outside of work, Victoria doesn't really have a life. She doesn't have too many friends, so most of the time she will be observing the progress of her soldiers.




Background:

★ Victoria's mother died when her younger brother, Lincoln was born. She was only four years old, so she doesn't really remember her mother so she uses that as an excuse for why she does not blame him. After the unfortunate death of her mother, Serilda au Saara, her father took care of her and her brother.
★ Her father was shot and killed in the Shadow Districts while hunting down a criminal so Isabel au Saara was given responsibility of the children. Victoria was never one to cry so instead of weeping, she used her father's death as motivation to become better, stronger, and faster than him and eventually surpass him (her father was a Lieutenant Commander). The reasons for her father looking for a specific criminal is odd but it is confirmed that whoever it was had some kind of connection to him. Since she was raised by Isabel, she has no feelings for her deceased parents.
★ The training that Victoria was at first difficult but as more time passed, she was top of all her classes. Some of her instructors thought it was because of her father but Victoria would tell them that she put in the work to become good, not her father. For the majority of her childhood and teenage years, she was constantly compared to her father which drove her even more to become better than him.
★ When she was younger, Victoria discovered she was a Warper and was immediately taught how to control it with a MG. When her brother found out, he made her promise that she wouldn't use magic if she didn't need to and she has kept that promise to this day even though they don't talk as much as they used to.
★ Rather than use her money for clothes and luxuries, Victoria used it to hire some of the best instructors and soldiers in the Citadel to teach her. She even got some help from her aunt.
★ Victoria worked for The Agency with her brother until she found that the work was too simple for her so she joined the Imperial Fleet at the age of 22. One of the reasons she is special is because she achieved the rank of Fleet Admiral in only four years and four months. She became the Feet Admiral at the age of 28, going up from her position of Vice Admiral.
★ After the incident ten years ago and the passing of her brother (Lincoln au Saara - suicide), Victoria was removed as Fleet Admiral and later offered the position of Secret Police Commander which she hesitantly accepted.



Likes violence, training new recruits, bella au saara// Dislikes androids, talkative people, almost everyone
Strengths military strategy, fleet command, armed combat, patient, intelligent // Talents combat
Weaknesses her dead brother, gets easily drunk, bigot // Vices sycophant, temper // Addictions none
Affiliations Imperial Fleet, House au Saara, The Emperor// Loyalties House au Saara, The Emperor
Family Isabel au Saara, Lincoln au Saara // Relationships none // Friendships none
Frequently Found: Level One, Alpha Gardens or Peace Tower

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  • Mr.Eye
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    Name: Mr.Eye
    Age: 39
    Species: Human(?)
    Occupation: Cleaner of The Blind Bureau
    Pronouns: Mr/Sir
    Sexuality: Unknown
    Place of Residence: ███████
    Current Location: Citadel

    Personality:
    Reserved and gives a near constant look of neutrality on his face.
    ★ When put into social situations, will tend to put on a fake smile. The kind of smile that says 'I'd rather not be here, but I'm left with no choice'.
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    Likes Classical music, jazz, and chocolate. // Dislikes ██████, beer, and chatty people
    Skills Hand to hand fighting, firearms and ████ disposal // Strengths Patience // Talents ██████, fighting, and wine-tasting.
    Weaknesses Economics, politics, and social encounters // Vices ████████████ // Addictions None
    Differently Abled Traits: ████████████████████████
    Affiliations The Blind Bureau //
    Loyalties The Blind Bureau
    Family ██████████████████ // Relationships ██████████████████ // Friendships ██████████████████
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Fate
lore | interest check | main rp


Name: Aritafae 'Fate' Alexander
Date of birth: 21st December 2200
Age: 24
Height: 6’2” (6’5” in heels)
Weight: 155lbs
Species: Human
Occupation: Thief, mercenary (occasional jobs)l
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence/origin: The Wastes(origin), Shadow Districts(residence)
Current Location: Shadow Districts

Personality:
Cynical, sees the world as a cursed place with very few things/people that she’d consider trustworthy or ‘good’.
★Likes to backchat anyone she meets. Especially would be like this towards the Noblus and the Emperor.
★ Tends to either have a scowl or a very cocky smirk upon her face.
★ Tends to swear a fair bit and will rarely keep it down..
★ Very competitive when it comes to a task involving working with others. For some reason se feels it necessary to ‘win’ and prove her mettle..
★Decent at varying forms of combat (swordsmanship, acrobatic/gymnastic skills and hand to hand combat).
★ Has a penchant for stealing (especially from the rich).
★ HATES being told what to do and will most definitely defy orders (and sound reasoning) in favour of doing what she feels like at that time. (e.g. refer to previous point.)
★ Because she loves to steal, she has skills in stealth.
★ Believes desperate times call for desperate measures but will never use underhanded or immoral tactics.
★ Thinks respect must be earned not given or bought.
★ Will treat everyone the same first of all (dismissively), what they say or do determines how she’ll treat them.
★Very brash and hot-headed. Her emotions tend to get the better of her and impede her personal judgment and reasoning as a result.
Background:
★Lived out her early life with her sister in The Wastes, her parents being absent for unknown reasons. Fate did try to make friends with whomever she met with varying degrees of success.
★Aritafae and her sister were expelled from their home due to the cornering off of The Wastes from ‘unauthorised personnel which overtime developed her cynical outlook on the world. This resulted in making friends no longer being an aim she thought was worth her time as opposed to getting money and surviving.
★ Learned the combat skills she has by watching practitioners training and then copying their movements.
★ Originally started stealing in order to help her ill sister. It is assumed that she still steals for this reason..
★ Overall, she's been seen as distrustful of those around her
Likes Money, people who are kind and fair to wards others, Swords (and other types of blades), getting on people’s nerves (especially those who are normally calm or bossy.)
// DislikesNoblus, being told what to do (unless she particularly likes the idea), anything 'fancy'
Skills Hand to hand combat (mostly brawling style tbh with some martial arts mixed in.) Proficient in swordsmanship and wielding (and throwing) daggers. Distractions (by causing mayhem). // Strengths Stealth, cunning // Talents Acrobatics, parkour, infiltration //Weaknesses Impatient. hot-headed, diplomacy, formality // Vices Disobedience, cynicism // Addictions Stealing
Differently Abled Traits: Introverted
Affiliations Herself (occasionally others) // Loyalties Herself
Family Older sister, Parent(s)[Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Wandering the Shadow Districts

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    Julian Serpentine
    ★Physical★
    Age: 27
    Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
    Sexuality: Homosexual
    Height: 5'11
    Weight:

    ★Personal★
    Personality:
    Sarcastic: Julian tends to be sarcastic to anyone who he meets. And the sarcasm is obvious when someone asks a silly question.
    Eccentric at times: Julian can get really excited over something. Whether its a break through with code, or just a cute boy down the street.
    Weird: Julian isn't the guy who most would consider 'sane'. He's not crazy, he's just.... Abnormal, in some ways.
    Blunt: Julian could be quite blunt some times. If he cares for someone, he'll try to 'beat around the bush' but it's not something he'd rather do.
    Not all there: This is in more ways than one. Julian doesn't get a lot of sleep, and thus his brain won't work as well as it should. Then there is also the case that he sometimes space out even when he's doing something important. He doesn't know why, it just happens.
    Patient as fuck: Working with AI, Julian has quite a lot of patience. Though on bad days, He is quick to be snarky and bitter. But this isn't the norm.

    Biography:
    When he was younger, before the recent emperor wanted to stop all AI, he wanted to create his own AI assisstant, Like Hera. He learnt code at a young age, and it became a stress relief at times. He was still learning on AI, but he was getting there. He found out that he wasn't interested in girls around the age s of 10 to 13, and found Boys rather appealing at the age of 15-18. This didn't really worry him as much as he thought it should, and he never told anyone about it. He found that getting a partner wasn't high on his priorities, though he knew this would change if he found 'the one'. He has already started making his AI, when the new emperor took control and gave out orders. By this time, he already lived alone, so it wasn't as if he had anyone to tell on him. So he continued in secret. But then he got a surprise, a wave of code entered his laptop while he was working on Saia. Turned out, it was Hera, who was 'on the run' and trying to hide in the depths of the web. She ended up helping him create Saia, in return of keeping her hidden. He had multiple firewalls, traps and 'locked rooms', as hera and Saia would call them, to keep anyone who was snooping out.
    Occupation: Works at one of the many Robot Factories. (Works on AI as a hobby/side job)
    likes: Tea (green tea specifically), Coding, talking to people, anything sweet. // dislikes: People who act like an idiot, black coffee, something not working out the way he planned, spiders.
    skills: Coding, reading code, building robots. // strengths: Making NPC's be wary or hate him, code, running (Weirdly enough)// talents: He's always had good balance.
    weaknesses: He's blind without his glasses, he's easily frustrated.// vices: doesn't have a stable sleep cycle. Tantrums like a child when he's angry (Not physically though)// addictions: carbonated drinks with lots of sugar.
    affiliations: None // loyalties: Himself, Saia, Hera. // factions: None
    family: None (Died)// relationships: Single // friendships: Saia (AI) Hera (AI)


    ★Trivia★
    Frequently found: In his room/apartment. At work. Takes a similar route to and from work.
    Place of Residence: Market Level
    Current Location: On the way home from 'work'
    Looking For: Boyfriend/Lover. Close friends.
    Weapons: Julian doesn't like to fight, he can't really do much as he's pretty light himself, so he carries around a few pocket knives on him just in case.

 
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Prerequisites
Name
Meredith Hanner Dydd

Age
42

Species
Human

Occupation
Capt. for The Angels

Pronouns
He/Him

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Place of Residence
Peace Tower

Persona & Background
Personality
- He's calculating, level-headed, and reserved, as befitting his status as captain. He frequently attempts to ensure an amount of thought is being put to each of his initiatives, thinking before acting, though it should be noted that he is not introverted by any means, preferring to share his counsel with others and cement his own deductions— it helps him keep away his frequent bouts of indecision and anxiety.
- In spite of his position, or because of it, he has an affinity for peace. He would rather choose a more passive approach than an aggressive one. Yet, he isn't to be underestimated on that basis; many do know him for his pragmatism. He would sacrifice a hundred— even more— if it meant the security of the systems.
- He's good with his tongue, but even better with his mind— he prides in his intellect, his patience, and his inclinations towards reason.
- For a man of his position, he is quite humble. A captain plagued with hubris is no captain at all, so he often says. A deeper deduction would reveal that he indulges in hypocrisy— although his intentions are more turbulent, if not good, than one might suppose— as he does retain some of his past flecks of hedonism and arrogance.
- On a personal level, he's kind, sympathetic, and a rather sensitive man. However, he makes it a point to keep his business and personal life distinctly separate. He can appear moody at times, jaunty even, but never too sporadic with his emotions.
- He's far from idealistic. Though, his views are not strictly nihilistic, he does have a rather existentialist perception of the human element. In the end, he's far from a despondent sap, and is rather passionate about his beliefs.
- He has a minor manipulative streak. He takes little pleasure in being deceptive or controlling, and oft terms it a necessity.
- On an ending note, mind you, he is a conflicted man. Though he's kind, he's ultimately self-centered, only reluctantly loyal to the throne emperor, and his duties lie in the well-being of the greater majority. If he feels that his views are being disrupted, he will be quick to turn.

Background
- Cranver was the eldest son of the Carben family, having two other siblings. His parents were both scholars of moderate fame, and had ties to several religious establishments— they were men of import in their locality. The three of them, the Carben children, received a full education, as their parents were well off. When they grew to a certain age, they inevitably attempted to pursue their own objectives. Cranver, despite being the most intellectually accomplished of the family, failed to receive a proper job— in part, it occurred due to his inability to accept social conventions and norms, and his overwhelming ego. He stayed with his family for a good few years, studying relentlessly to sate his boredom, while at the same time, indulging in his hedonistic tendencies.
- His relations with his parents grew strained as he continually opposed their traditionalist ways, and as they grew weary of his lack of initiative in finding a career— it was also a fact that he was arrogant, a social outcast, and quite brash, even to kin and blood relatives. After a particularly brutal fight, of the verbal kind, he was officially disowned by his father, and after which, he spent a year and two mostly frolicking to and fro between his friends' houses. This life soon rendered him disillusioned, breeding dark emotions in his heart. In a fit of rage, he murdered the youngest of his siblings, mistaking him for the middle son, as he stalked wildly. He was not in the right mind, and he perfectly knew it.
- The act induced within him great regret and sadness; he fled immediately, resolving to never dwell upon this scene again, and keep it a secret known only to him. They never discovered the killer, and assumptions were that the man was robbed— besides, there was a certain prejudice against the Carben family and their frequent dealings with fringe religious institutions. He legally changed his name, and then, signed up with the Angels, eager to begin a new life. It was an optimal decision for a man with scarce a background and harsh emotions.
- In the years Meredith spent in the company, eventually getting to the position of Captain, he developed a more mature personality, shedding his pride and arrogance, though not to the complete extent as others might think. No other notable events (in his private life) occurred after those initial years he spent as a young man— save for a few actions of fame as an officer of the government, and a mundane marriage.

Skills
- He is proficient with firearms, military tech, and other such basics, as are most Angels.
- He has a higher circle of influence due to his position.
- He is a learned man, perhaps more so than the greater majority.
- He is good with his rhetoric.

Weaknesses
- He is far from brawny, and compared to other officers of the trade, he's quite weak.
- He has a poor mental foundation, being indecisive and passive at times.
- He can exhibit cowardly traits at times, being a bit too restrained and reserved for his own good.
- He's particularly concerned with certain ideals, and when they're threatened, he might act zealously angry or disloyal.

Other
Current Location
Peace Tower

Florida
1891

He looked back at the shrinking silhouette of the steamboat as it drove into the maw of the horizon. The black drop was stark against the orange of the sun, fading slowly into the far between. His homeland was far away, he realized, more than he'd thought it would be.

What was his sister thinking of this? Was it disappointment, that he'd left her for some bizarre treasure, or worry? It was. It was not the latter. They liked each other, but not that much.

Yet, why did he abandon her, dear sister, on those accounts? Father often preached about the importance of blood relationships, yet he discounted them so easily. For dreams, pride, greed? Some of them, surely. His virtues were small and overshadowed by his vices. He was not a good, upstanding man, and he took no pleasure in knowing it. He knew his flaws, understood them better than anyone, but still his indulgence knew no bounds. Why? There was no reason, of course, but he liked to give himself one. A man has to have some drive in this world, and the pursuit of sin and worldly interests was his. This air of tragedy, poorly received and disdained, was thick in the air; he acknowledged it, thus he revered it.

Li Han was a fool since birth. He had no care for much about anything save for his own coming and going. It was a measure of his being, his stature, and a way of confirming his place in the world. He always knew he was destined for greatness, more so than common, ignorant men, but he was a cynic too. Not a cynic by circumstance, though his life was hard, but a cynic by revolt. Indeed, greatness was an entitlement, but it still required elbow grease to bring into fruition— he was capable of effort, but he was not in favour of using it to support the masses.

He was superfluous, like some of the snow-eating fringe politicians.

Li Han shrugged. Those were distant thoughts, he supposed, and save for his present situation, he had no need for other worries.

It was 1891, a period of time concerned with industrial progression. The heat of summer had just unleashed its fusillade on the country, a dormant volcano sparked off after a poor spring and a bleaker winter. There was no rest for the people, certainly, but they were not fazed. Life went on, at least. The poor people had a saying for it: one's gotta dig through a few shite-addled mud before getting the gold.

The port city, Riverside, where he had landed, was in its busier days. He watched as the bustling city broke into life, the busy ambiance tangling itself with the murmuring citizens. The ship-men, who'd just settled down for a moment or two's worth of rest, were racing to and fro the wharf, moonlighting at the docks. Or, they were wriggling their way into the shady parts of the city. Gods know why, but I can wager a finger they're checking out the whore-houses.

Though negligent of the cultures and an everyman's innate class, those sailors came packed with wisdom of recent happenings. The merchant caught on, from tid-bits of the sailors' conversations and a diary he stole from a faithful chronicler, to the news of the world. The economy, they said, was drowning in the blood of the Confederacy's pet war, just a few decades ago. There KKK, masquerading as white knights, and the troopers down the African colonies. It was a bitter war for gold around the desert continent, all Phyrric, all Sisyphean.

The worries of the people— humble men concerned with their daily cup of coffee— laid in their businesses and taxes paid to the government. Only the occasional few took the troubles of the tides of president's treason against the common citizen travelling overneath with gravity. Soon, their banner of the insurgency was up in the air for none to see. Their leader was called Flying Sword.

It was close to dusk, but it wasn't yet. The sawing of the carpenters along the beachside blared above the murmuring crowds, along with the cries of the peddlers and two fishermen arguing between themselves. One pushed the other to the ground, struggled, before the view was smothered by more flesh and clothes. The rumbling strides of the men seemed as if they would, like a chorus amplified with dozens' worth of dozens of men more, diminish even the cyclopean foundation of the city. Those people were mostly native to the place, swarthy skin and short height, or even of snow blood, though he recognized a few foreigners like him.

A tap on his shoulder broke him out of his daze. “Could this be the first time you're looking at a city, merchant?”

Li Han turned and faced the speaker, frowning at the disturbance. It was November Callahan, acquaintance, accompaniment of coincidence. He was a tall guy, rugged in appearance, with a broken nose and auburn hair tied together into a ponytail. He had a long beard which reached the collar of his shirt.

Li Han had met the man, a cartographer and a former military engineer, on the *Willow Switch*, a cargo ship going through the Cape route. He had just finished working for some officers down the lower undergarments of the lower America, and was looking to get back home early, having been discharged early. By coincidence, Li Han was in the ship he had taken. The journey had them sharing a bunk-bed, due to an excess of population, and there began their friendship, though camaraderie was distant and detached. November had perceived an age difference immediately upon seeing the merchant. Truth be told, Li Han did look old, with poor skin and a bald spot, the remaining hair spattered with shots of early grey. He was a short man, with golden skin, a thin but long moustache, short nose, and eyebrows with a slight drooping quality which robbed him of an otherwise harsh, austere look. His jaw was squarish, and so was his face, touched with early wrinkles and a leathery texture.

“Of this country, yes. The journey was replete with poverty,” Li Han said. “The disharmony is certainly distracting.”

“There's poverty here too, hidden beneath pleasures for the tourists and the outsiders. The patriots don't have time for the greater, or lesser, men. They're getting their backs broken by bigger problems.” He pulled his hand up to his chest, an actor drawing his audience's attention, and smiled. “They'll not bother you, good sir. They're eager to impress foreigners.”

Li Han shot a quick glance at him. “So it seem,” he said. “You said the government of this state was troubled. I thought this rebellion was rooted around the West?”

“The south, merchant. Happy Hartigan was elected governor last year of the state. Harry, his pop, was a good man, so I heard, and even worked under Fremont back during his Pathfinding days. Fought in the American-Mexican war. Shame that his kid wasn't the same. Happy's a pushover, and Rovert has him in his fists. I reckon he's been supplying the armies by himself.”

“Rovert?”

“Governor of Kentucky.”

“There are great stakes here then?”

“You're correct, merchant, but Rovert has no wish to spend for the country at his own expense. As it is, he's got Happy to do it for him.”

“Is there a leverage?”

November shrugged his shoulders. “None that I know of. I'm your everyman, merchant, not a politician.”

Li Han sighed. “I can guess. I suppose everything's neater from afar.”

“That's a fact, sir,” November said. “Now, I suppose it wasn't only awe you were staring at the city with. Anything else bugging you?”

“Home,” Li Han said, sighing.

“I can't say I sympathize with you. The last I had a family, they'd always been close to me. It's an agony, I can imagine, as much as I can guess.”

“And you're true on that account, mister Callahan,” he muttered. He gripped his cane tighter, moving his gaze from the city to the man. “Are there any postal offices in this city?”

“I guess so,” he said. “There should be one. Why?”

Li Han frowned, more in indecision than anger. “I intend to send a letter to someone.”

“To whom?”

Li Han found no reason in lying. “To a man,” he said, with a noncommittal grunt.

“Well, then, you've got your business, and I've got mine,” November said. “Hopefully, I shall meet you again.” He walked away, hands in pockets, whistling tunelessly. He disappeared into the crowds, becoming another indistinguishable figure among many.

Li Han sat on his luggage. He continued watching the men go by.


Cape Town
1890

Dearest sister, my journey has been delayed greatly and I write this with haste to let you know that I am perfectly well and fine. The two others have been taken by the sea. It is safe to assume a miracle is upon me, as I still walk, unscathed. Again, sister, forgive my sudden departure from this country. I intended to go to the U.S.A, told you, and so I did. I hope you can bring yourself to pardon me if my act caused you anger, distress, or any ill emotion. It was not my intention to trouble you. Perhaps, I will discover what grandfather meant for us, for me, to discover. Nevertheless, I shall be back soon, likely in half a year, I assure you.

Yours sincerely,
Li Han



Kentucky
1892

It was Monday. The dirt was the colour of rusted iron under the swollen sun. The far away fields and green hills were visible in the distance. Everything reeked of boredom and excitement. There was no lack of human emotions: the train station beside the town was flooded with swarms of slovenly fellows everyday, some there for business, some for the city. Pansville was one of the more popular cities in the region.

A year had passed since the declaration of war by Flying Sword, so dubbed the Second Civil War— a good share of the western states, the wild ones just recently tugged in by the government's closure of the exploration rush, folded to the rebel banner. Sometime within the previous year, a few of the Southern states, like Arkansas and Tennessee, furtively switched sides and became Reb strongholds. The engagement near Fort Brennings, around Louisiana, St. Lou., being an evidence of their activity. It was a victory for the Gov troopers, though astoundingly phyrric. Yet, in spite of the tensions all around, one could've supposed the war wasn't even coming— the belles were still sipping their tea, the pasty-faced mechanics still went about, and the faux hunters in fur hats, old leather jackets and rugged denim still kept their guns at their homes. Everything was slow, everything was steady. Just as it should be.

The merchant relaxed back on the chair and watched the trail of steam rising from the cup of his coffee, streaming out the window beside him. He took a sip. The taste was rather fine, not the cheap acidic taste that tends to dominate most american-bred coffee, but earthy and smooth. Some of that surprise must've shown on his face, because the mayor— or was it governor?— smiled.

“Straight from San Francisco. They grow some real decent coffee there,” the governor said. He ran a hand down the sides of his open coat and smiled.

Li Han gave him a noncommittal nod. “Perhaps,” he said.

The governor picked up a sheaf of papers, eyes scanning them over, and then said, “So, Li Han, you say? From the east? Merchant?”

“Quite right,” Li Han replied.

He looked up from his paper. “Then, welcome to Pansville, fella. If you want, I'll have someone show you the town.”

Han let out a polite laugh. “No need at all, mayor. Pray tell if you require anything else from me.”

“Nothing much. I like to keep an account of the people coming and going up here, of curious folks, you see,” he said. “Say, where you headed?”

Li Han scrutinized the mayor. This Barnaby Macon was a short, fat, with pale skin, a well-groomed moustache, and thick eyebrows. His left fist was knuckled up on the desktop, tapping religiously. A statesman's habit, though it was not the only thing that caught the merchant's eye. *A coat in the middle of summer? Ridiculous!*

“Cairo,” the merchant said. “I intend to go to Cairo.”

The governor nodded. “Cairo's close by. Around Illinois. Though if I were you, I'd be just keep my arse away from those rebel hotspots. Go north. It's safer.”

“I can't.”

“Well, then, I can't hope to do much to convince you.”

“That's alright.”

“Game, game.” The mayor nodded. “Why don't you set up store around here for the time? You could wait till winter passes over. Truth is, travelling on snow's a shite task.”

Li Han cocked an eyebrow.

Macon leaned against his chair, hands withdrawing to the armrests. “I won't forbid you to do as you please. This is a free country, mister Han. But consider my proposition. I've only the best in my heart for everyone.”

“A free country,” the merchant repeated after him. “I shall consider your words, mayor.”

“Ned's saloon has some vacant rooms if you're looking for a place to stay in. Look for the building with a big sign on the front. The Winded Man. Easy to spot, right in the middle”

Li Han got up and bowed. A courteous gesture. “Then I'll take my leave now, governor.”


Kentucky
1892

Li Han was still in Pansville, excepting a few summary trips to the neighbouring cities of Bardstown and Campett. The last few months were torturous in their tedium, with just enough sales to make a pitiful living. While his presence was welcomed by the populace of the town, and the towns in the vicinity, nobody bought any of his goods. They were conventional and concrete in their worship of western medicine.

“Well, I'm not here to make money,” Li Han told himself. He was a better scholar than a merchant. It was a pitiful reassurance, and he knew it.

But at the end, the low end, money was what ran the streets and the people. He was no hermit, no mendicant of the dirt. He resolved to depart and go to Lebanon, with whatever goods and monies he had, before winter's snow started falling. He had no wish to make his own living a burden— truth was, in Pansville, he had neither standing nor any stable income. He plotted a way to Hopkinsville, the river, and then to Paducah, from where he could go to Cairo.

A few days later, a notice caught Li Han's eyes as he strolled by the city's advertisement board with his packed wagon. The leader, organizer, was looking for men to get up a caravan trip to Lebanon— safety in numbers, it said. The country was explored and relatively safe, at least when compared to the far west counties, but there was still the problem of rebels, a few outlaws loose and running, and a notorious Mormon mob roaming about Tennessee.

He looked towards the train station, rendered quiet by a lack of visitors and people. He could've taken the train— it was still running— by it did not go to Lebanon.

A day after he had signed on with the caravan, a lackey of the mayor approached him as he lounged in the saloon's bar. The Winded Man was a grungy state of affair that stood opposite the town's bank, near the train station, and indeed sported its name in bold lettering above the entrance. The place was wide, with two storeys, tall just like most buildings in the town. Being the popular saloon in the town, though the quality was questionable, the saloon was crowded all the time. Especially on Mondays.

Ichabod Davis, the lackey, used to be a captain in the state army before he was kicked out due to his alcoholic streak. He now mostly did volunteer work for the town whenever he wasn't out hunting animals and working with the deputies. He was a gangly man, a bit too tall, and wore a pair of bifocals to correct his vision. He had long hair, with a hat covering a thinning top, that hung down the back of his duster coat.

Davis shuffled into seat beside him, settling his arms on the counter. “I'm looking for the merchant, the man from China, goes by Li Han. You heard of him?” he said. The pianist in the corner, banging on a honky-honk, messed up his chord with a bad key.

“I'm Li Han,” said the merchant. “What do you want, stranger?”

“I wouldn't have pegged you for him, but here you are,” he said, dryly. “Name's Ichabod Davis, mister. The mayor wanted to convey something, and I'm doing the conveying.”

Han shifted his gaze toward Davis. “And what is that something?” he said.

Davis cleared his throat. “Well, he thinks it best to warn you about the trip you're thinking about. He's got the best in mind for everybody, you see. The foreigners around are being put to the mud by some of Flying Sword's folks out looking for oriental blood. Tennessee and Arkansas wasn't enough for them, and you probably heard what happened to Fort Brennings. He thinks Missouri ain't the best place for a foreigner like you to be in. Those rebs, they don't care if you're Indian or Asian or Government men, they'll string you up the same. Hell, at this point, I suppose they're looking for a poster enemy.” He corrected his bifocals, pushing them up against the top of his nose, and gave Han a steady pair of eyes. “That enemy could be you, friend.”

“They ain't gaining much fiddling with poor old me, mister Davis. I appreciate your concern, the mayor's concern, but my decision's my decision. If you know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean, boy, I know it.” He stood up and struck his hand out. “Just doing my job warning you, as the mayor thinks I ought to do.”

Li Han shook hands with him, albeit reluctantly. The lackey ordered a drink of liquor, finished it in two gulps, and walked off the premises.


Missouri
1891

The early morn threatened to drop into a silence seldom seen in summer, though at the brink of the season's end, with the monsoons visible down the road, it was perhaps inevitable. The soldiers marched through the muddy roads, all ragged and beaten bloody. They'd gotten the look ducks had when hunters nicked their feathers or picked a duckling or two off from the herd. Murphy had a better metaphor: he said they were like a couple of men stinking themselves a storm in the jungle. To be fair, it was real close to the truth.

For all's it was worth, they looked like they had ammo plenty, if not food or basic shite.

“War is a darn strange thing,” Private Finnegan ‘Wakey’ Wakestone wrote in his diary first thing in the morning, as he looked on from the observatory post at Fort Brennings, peeking through his brass monocular. He carried that little, dented telescope everywhere— the very portrait of a minstrel man, stretched over the stone balconies, trying to get a glimpse of the hills and the folks beyond. The monocular was a memoir that reminded him of old pop. They never stood out for each other, fought more than a son and father ought to, but they still had a blood bond. You never fuck up a blood relationship, as they say, 'cause it's darn special.

Wakey was a thin man, lean like a tree during winter, and mighty long too. His gaunt face, combined with a naturally receding hairline and disheveled hair, made him seen older than his actual age. Though, he had a nice enough smile— Murphy told him it was a ‘winning’ smile. It earned him a few notches in his bed post every now and then.

“Life is fair enough. No worries, no nothing. The troopers are nearby, down from the river, to here, St. Lou., so the sergeant says. They been hit bad, I will tell you that, the dirt aint agreeing with them. Memphis! The rebs are in Tennessee, Arkansas, Poplar Bluff. Shite,” Wakey later wrote in his diary. Or war journal, as he preferred to call it. “Meanwhile, it is boredom that is killing us fort men. Last I heard, Murphy was getting more girls than me. Them farmers girls. Handsome bastard.”

The fortress was secured by a moat. It used to be a dirt rampart, but was filled in by the rains, creating a water ditch. Useful for keeping out awful crooks, but not much else in it. When men had to get out, they walked over this long plank. When they had to get in, they shouted and hoped the people inside the walls was keeping their ears open. A column of makeshift fences ran in front of the semi-circular moat, reinforced by another column of spikes and other infantry deterrent. Murphy told the captain it'd be a resourceful thing to do— the one thing they had in plenty was logs and logs of fucking wood— and it'd slice up a few charges nice-like. The captain was a yes-man sorta guy, and so, he agreed to everything. The last captain died after he was trying to take a piss off the walls and dunked his arse into the moat. He tried to get back in, but like Wakey predicted, nobody was awake. Heck, even the sentries were dozing off. He was the first man in the garrison who died from pneumonia.

The fort was all stone and heavy rocks decked upon one another and fixed up with wood. The turrets were linked together by bridges that served as a sort of auxiliary wall. Bullets couldn't get in, but they could get out. The primary walls, holding the gates, had holes in them a couple of sixteen-pounders could squeeze their neck through. Murphy said that the space was ‘too stiff to allow proper-like gunfire’. For once, the captain wasn't daft enough to follow his rings, although it could've been that the general was laying it harsh on him for taking one too many initiatives. The least Wakey knew, it could've been anything.

There was half a dozen of heavy rainmakers beside the river, thirty-pounder mortars, alongside some five to ten light artillery placed at the river battery. The rainmakers were too heavy to pull through the mud, and were ditched. The light battery, neglected for a year, was something Brigadier General Parson reckoned the soldiers would need, and had them towed inside the fort. On the turrets, Parson had the grunts install a couple of swivel machine guns. A new fancy toe gun, and some fancy revolving cannons. He had a shipment of lever rifles and pistols shipped in which he distributed among the grunts.

“Ain't the time for muskets no more,” the General said, adding that it'd give them an advantage over the enemy. Those rebs'd never have their hands on good guns, he told them.

Who's the enemy? That's what the cadets often said. Those rebs, who else? That's what Wakey told each round of them conscripts and fool volunteers. Most of those greens never even seen one Flying Sword's jacknives. Wakey's mates had— a dozen or so engagements near Knoxville and the Appalachian mountains— but it was a shame nobody could've had shared their luxury. The general said it was a ‘waiting man's game’. Wakey was inclined to believe him, but then again, he was a grunt, and top priorities— following orders and keeping himself alive— were a chore enough without all that pondering.

“It's dark, eh?” Corporal Johnston, Perry Johnston, muttered. He was a rugged man, skin pink as corned beef, roughly chopped hair showing from underneath a too-large helmet. “Plenty o' dark.”

Wakey scratched his ears. “I reckon so,” the private said. “Those soldiers must be having a shite time dealing with the mud.”

“Soldiers?” Johnston snickered. “They're more like a rabble militia!”

Wakey chuckled. “That's the truth, I s'pose.”

Perry gritted his teeth, grimacing. “Worries are, those rebs have gotten everything better than us blessed soldiers of the county. You heard of Flying Knife—”

“Flying Sword, you mean.”

Perry glared at him. “This Flying Sword's a sharp-mind, got an eye for fighting, and used to serve with the Europeans during their wars with the muslims, africans and snow-eaters, so they say.” He shook his head. “This is the first line. They could be coming here, could be. Don't know what's what these days, but all's we gotta understand is that we can't retreat no more. Those fools downstairs? They was the skirmishers. Look at 'em. All bloody and banged up.”

Wakey turned his gaze at the men just a hundred or so paces away from the fort, draped in blue rags and munitions aplenty. “Can't retreat no more,” Wakey repeated after him. It left a bitter taste in the mouth. “Well, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do, my father used to say.”

“Shite,” Perry muttered. “Let me tell you, this is bigger than what the general's making it out to be, that Parson fella. You seen 'em rebs, handled bayonets with their arses. We was trounced!”

Wakey grimaced. “And I agree with you. All hell's 'bout to break loose, and seven hells if I be standing here for country. They'll have us strung up or shot if we try to fall back, and that's coming from a veritable mine of information. You remember Nim?”

“The officer shot him on the back after he tried t' desert.”

“Bayonets on both sides,” he made a poking motion with his hands, mimicking a rifle, “stab, stab, all eager to draw blood, if you understand me.”

“But you gotta agree it's a good incentive for us cowards,” he said, splitting a damn bitter grin.

Wakey returned his smile. “Shucks, it's the only incentive. Us green men ain't so green anymore as to be fooled by talks of glories and such-like shite.”

Perry's grin faded. “A sour truth for us sour folks.”


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“Chinese Gordon?”

He nodded. “Chinese Gordon.”

Tecumseh frowned. “Odd name, no?”

“A nickname. The natives gave it to me.”

“Oh. You served at China?”

“I did.”

“On behalf of the crown?”

“Crown and country.”

“You're here, in America, on the crown's orders?”

“Indeed.”

“Well, I can't do much about that, I suppose. Mind you, though, man, it's dangerous business here.”

Gordon's eyes narrowed. “I held off the siege of Khartoum for three days. Without reinforcements. Do I look like a dead man?”

“Oh, certainly, sir, you can handle yourself,” Tecumseh stammered.

Gordon grinned. “Of course I can.”

One of the soldiers approached the two officers. “Sir,” he said, standing by. The grunts hardly ever disturbed the officers, but by the look of his face, it was urgent.

Tecumseh stood up. His eyes hovered on the man's badge— he was a private, it seemed— for a while. “What, private?” he said.

“Parson is looking for you,” he said. Almost as an afterthought, he added, “It's an emergency.”

Major General Tecumseh was sent here after the Tennessee rebels almost brought the fort and St. Lou. down to its knees. He had to spend six months on the trail of the rebels roaming about the county, driving them out. He looked at the man, squinted. He remembered the Private's name. “Wakestone, is it?” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell Parson I'm coming.”

Private Wakestone hurried off as Tecumseh watched. The general looked back at his guest. Chinese Gordon was sipping his tea, eyes innocently averted.

“Pardon, mister Gordon, but I must attend to some urgent business.”

Gordon stared at him for a moment, and then smiled. “I understand, General.”

Tecumseh went to Parson's office. It was a short walk, just nearby. He saw Wakestone lying about near the door, leaning against the wall, talking with a few other soldiers. The general ignored them, and briskly entered the room. Parson was at his desk, holding a pair of bifocals over his eyes. He was reading a document.

Tecumseh cleared his throat. “What's the emergency, Parson?”

Parson looked up from his papers, slowly, and then addressed him, “I have received intelligence that rebel forces are coming.”

He almost gaped. He fumbled for an appropriate reply, then settled on a simple, “How?”

“They're tenacious men, those from the Arkansas county, and besides, we trounced only a fraction of their lot.”

“Well, then, we must prepare a response immediately.”

“That is, indeed, why I called you, since you have most of the authority.” Tecumseh thought he detected a hint of bitterness in the former commanding officer's tone.

“Never mind, Parson, I'll go immediately,” he said. Then, he hurried off.


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“They're poorly outfitted, sir,” Wakey muttered.

“So I can see, but by the gods, look at their number!” the General exclaimed, pointing them out with his finger.

The soldier shoved his monocular inside his pocket. “With all due respect, sir, this is most distressing.”

A clipped gunshot rang through the air.

“You hear that, Private?” Tecumseh said.

Wakey nodded. “Sure as shite, General.”

He gritted his teeth. “They've got an incentive for themselves.”

Wakey nearly pointed out the irony of his statement. “Correct, sir,” he said. “Short term motivation, long term demotivation, as my pop used to say.” The past few months saw a lot of desertion in their own ranks, probably in their enemy's too.

“What's a good incentive then, Private?”

He stumbled with his tongue, before slipping it in. “Grunts like me, sir,” he carefully articulated, “don't have opinions.”

The General, one of the youngest Wakey had ever seen in his brief career, arched an eyebrow. “Well, this one does,” he said, gesturing at him.

Wakey smacked his lips, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Then, I'd say, sir, lots of booze and a dozen noggins' worth of rhetorics.”

“You say?”

“We grunts, excluding hormonized youths such as me, love women, cheap liquor, and saccharine words, sir.”

“So you say.” They both gazed at the thin mist hanging the landscape. Wakey decided it was no candy for the eyes, especially not in such dire moments.

“This is awkward, isn't it, sir?”

“Verily.”

“Of course. As I was saying, sir, note, the men don't believe lies—”

“What we tell them—”

“Only a youth like me would believe,” Wakey interjected. He dared a smirk. “Excepting crooks and old men—”

“An old man's war and those penal legions.”

Wakey gave a long nod. “My grandpop lives in Arkansas. He was a citizen before the rebs conscripted them. You know Ark's Few, sir?”

“I know them.”

“Few's the gag we tell the new kids around here.” He chuckled. “They ain't few in numbers, so's the facts.”

“New kids?”

“Your kids.”

Tecumseh frowned. “I'm mildly offended.”

“I forgot to tell you the fourth incentive for us folks.” Wakey smacked his lips again. The place sure was dry, in spite of the mist and relative humidity.

“And what is it?” he snapped.

“They don't prefer much authority, I reckon,” the Private said.

“Then what's the point of officers?” he said.

“To lead, fight. The war, sir, don't forget it. Most about everything has a bit of effect to them, and a man of responsibility ought to consider that. The world's got no compromise for the grunts, sir, so's the truth.”

“I see.”

“Too long, sir?”

“Too long.”

“I think you were saying something, Private?”

“Incentives. I suppose us folks got an itch for an officer like Grant.”

“Didn't you just say something about sweet words, Private?”

“Wakey, sir, the others call me Wakey,” he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Grant used to ride his horse around the battlefield, General. The soldiers like example. Relating and all makes for a jolly old leader.”

Tecumseh stared for a moment and pursed his lips. “I get it.”

“Oh, you do, sir. Don't we have an enemy outside our gates?”

“We do, in fact,” he replied.

“Too far for artillery.”

“Mortars.”

“Too unwieldy.”

“I retract my statement.” He did not look one bit amused, as he was previously. “Privates don't have opinions.”

Wakey rolled his eyes but popped a salute all the same. “Yessir.”

 
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ATHENA
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Name: Athena
Age: 37
Species: Human, presumably
Occupation: Bodyguard to His Eminence, Jamie au Olver
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Place of Residence:
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

Romantic, sentimental, and a touch idealistic. Athena has a fondness for grand tales and otherworldly stories, particularly fantasy novels. She believes in fate and destiny, and is spiritual in belief.
★ Athena isn't good at sitting still, and will often pace back and forth - usually scanning or patrolling the area as she does so.
★ Vigilant in her duty. She puts great emphasis on her place in the world.
★ Curious of the world around her - on her own time, at least. She keeps her mind on the important matters while on the job.
★ Uncertain of her own self-worth and strength of character. Athena isn't sure whether she truly is worthy. Did she survive her ordeal by destiny? By sheer luck? By her own conviction? Or was it through Jamie's interference alone? Athena seeks to prove herself, and to convince herself if she is truly deserving of The Dragon's Mantle. These coming days will become her trial by fire - if she can protect the Emperor, she can rise to the calling.
★ She has a wild and rebellious streak somewhere deep down, which she suppresses - but it breaks through on rare occasions.

Appearance:
Background:

★ Athena showed up some weeks after Jamie's coronation as emperor.
★ While she has at times disagreed with Jamie - she has followed any and all orders given by him, to his specifications. She need not agree with him at every turn - merely obey. She owes him as much.
★ A meager few people have seen her outside of her powered armor. Most of these people are Palace or Joybar staff.
★ She's often found wandering the upper levels of Joybars where she can reach Jamie in a hurry.
★ Athena seems to have some background in Law Enforcement, given her knowledge of Secret Police operations.
Likes Her hair, EDM, Sensory Deprivation Tanks, fantasy and space opera novels, eating weird food, dancing, sparring, playing games of strategy, and art
Dislikes Cooking, Paperwork


Skills Marksmanship, Swordsmanship, Polearm Use, Football, Dancing
Strengths Physical strength of a B-Class android and acute sight - both courtesy of her powersuit. General mental capability of a B-class android, following an incident from a decade ago. Savant-grade technological intuition, with an uncanny talent for understanding and operating large, interconnected systems.
Talents: Rapid Problem-Solving. Quick Learner. Some absolutely crazy tech abilities.
Weaknesses: Athena's suit is an absolute crutch for her physical capabilities - a shocker blast when her shields are down will totally incapacitate her. She fairs poorly in high temperatures, is terrified of fire and has a lowered pain tolerance - all of which feed into one another. Her tech powers can only focused on operating a single system at a time - to access any object other than her suit, she needs to remove her suit and enter a state of meditative stasis, where she is vulnerable and unaware of the outside world. She is easily blinded by light or deafened by loud sound without her helmet on.
Vices Paranoid, Envious, Vain.
Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: Athena's sensory system is a bit fucked. Incoming tactile, visual and audio stimuli are amplified. She also displays some peculiar neural activity.
Affiliations The Emperor, cooperates with The Angels and The Eyes as needed.
Loyalties Jamie au Olver
Family Unknown
Relationships[Claimable]
Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Next to the Emperor, hanging around Joybars where Jamie is present, meandering around the shadow district if she has free time.
Equipment: An armored powersuit equipped with a personal force field, an assault rifle, a high-caliber handgun, a polearm Razor and an arm-mounted shield projector.


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Gaius
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Name: Gaius
Age: NULL hes like 4
Species: Android (UC-B6B3)
Occupation: Criminal
Pronouns: baby doll He
Sexuality: Ace
Place of Residence: Ace in the Hole Motel
Current Location: Citadel

Personality:
Bombastic and boisterous android who is willing and able to spread the word of his father to anyone who will listen - whether they are always willing it a different story
★ He has an almost illogical reverence for his 'father' and a disdain for the faithless
★ Due to his natural talent he has developed a shoot from the hip mentality that borderlines recklessness
★ Often hides his true emotions by joking or simply changing the subject
★ Naive and childlike he has a disdain for leadership and responsibility - often times the customer in many a slumhouse around the slag district
★ Dull to suffering, he finds no problem getting his hands dirty
Background:
★ The only surviving son of Brutus he was created in the year 2212 and has been hiding in the slag district until these anti android sentiments blow over.
★ His first memories were of him sitting in the back of a truck as it drove away from a burning building being raided for androids
★ Being the son of Brutus he has had some sort of a safety net, much more than most people in the slags get.
★ He learned how to steal and kill from necessity as he was finally inducted into the S3RVs,however, he learned how to tinker from the countless logs Brutus left behind.
★ Despite an inability to enjoy most carnal pleasures that humans can he still can be caught at slumhouses, bars and stimhaunts
Likes women, his sword, betting, his father, Blue// Dislikes Children, leading, Jamie, humans
Skills single target combat, sleight of hand, // Strengths luck, talking, // Talents gambling, fluent in 23 languages, tinkering
Weaknesses self control, // Vices irresponsible, womanizer, cocky, reckless // Addictions Overloading, Women,
Differently Abled Traits: Exposed wiring and tubing
Affiliations S3RVS // Loyalties Brutus
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K 1 S M E T
We are Eternal. We are Kismet.



  • Genesis




    Name: Genesis
    Age: 11
    Species: Android (Cerebus A109 Prototype) Physical: A | Mental: A
    Occupation: Self-proclaimed leader of the Android Rebellion, soon-to-be dubbed 'Kismet'
    Pronouns: He/Him
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Place of Residence: Shadow District, Kismet Headquarters
    Current Location: Kismet Headquarters
    Personality:

    ★ Considerate - Despite how androids may be advertised by Jamie au Olver, Genesis is no dictator. Of course, he isn't fond of all humans but does not blame them all for the current situation that all androids now have to deal with. Genesis always tries to understand the other person's situation before making a decision and has a soft spot for human children. Even so, he knows that sometimes mercy and peace simply can't resolve a conflict.
    Discreet - Genesis is not proud nor does he see the need to be overly-dramatic. He has and more likely in the future will have the opportunity to show displays of might or stir up fear among the people of the Citadel but Genesis prefers to stay in the shadows. He rarely leaves Kismet Headquarters and while he could perform some field missions himself, he prefers to just devise a plan and send his Maidens out to do the work for him. If a plan can work, he will perform it in the simplest way possible.
    ★ Passionate - Even though he has only been 'alive' for 11 years, Genesis is truly angered by the actions of the current Emperor and hopes to see his head on a stake in the future. He is truly determined to the cause and will risk almost everything to see it come to fruition... even his life.
    ★ Charismatic/Calm - Something about Genesis makes people want to listen to him which is the main reason why he has four androids loyally following his lead.
    ★ Unaggressive - Even though he could use violence as a way to get his message of total freedom of all androids, he doesn’t because he knows that would only further prove what Jamie was already putting into the minds of the general population. Genesis will always use less lethal tactics and resort to violent last but do not be mistaken-- he is not someone to be taken lightly on the battlefield.
    Background:
    ★ Like Nezha, Genesis was created as a new line of androids whose true purpose is still unknown to this day. It is best to assume it was something Zera wanted, but the only one who could truly tell us would be her.
    The first memory he can recall is of him waking up in a metal container (somewhere in the SD) and out of fear, killing the people who had released him. Beside him was another metal container but it had yet to be opened so he did it himself and that was the day he met Nezha. Little did they know but the Purge was going on at the time but they seemed to be unaffected by the virus.
    As the two spent more time in the Citadel, they learned about the harsh restrictions put on androids in the past and their current situation. They also grew to hate Jamie au Olver, Boy and anyone who agreed with them... With most of the android population either destroyed or unable to fight, Genesis decided it would be best to wait until he could find more people to help with the cause.
    Without even knowing it he became the new figurehead of the Android Rebellion and decided that if he failed, the androids would be done forever. Genesis moved on to find a group of androids who hadn’t been affected by the virus to carry out his orders until their organization could grow and that is when he found Circe-- the smartest android he knew.
    Over the course of eight years, he also found Glitch and Qix who were hiding out together in the Shadow District. Genesis continues to look for those willing to help K1SMET.
    Likes his maidens, androids & android sympathizers, razors// Dislikes jamie au olver, boy
    Affiliations Android Rebellion// Loyalties Android Rebeliion
    Family N/A // Relationships N/A// Friendships his maidens
    Frequently Found: Kismet Headquarters
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  • Octavius


    Name: Octavius au Locke
    Age: 48
    Species: Human
    Magic Class: Shocker
    Occupation: Head of House au Locke, Counsel member, Emperor's Advisor
    Pronouns: He/Him
    Sexuality: Pansexual
    Place of Residence: Castle au Locke
    Current Location: Citadel

    Personality:
    Cold-hearted, it's almost as if the man has no sense of empathy.
    ★ Ruthless, Octavius will go to any lengths to see that what he wants is done. Life is a game to him, and his end goal is to see how far up the ladder of power he can get before his time is up.
    ★ Two-faced, Octavius only shows his cold demeanor to those he feels has no power or significance. To those he needs on his good side, Octavius will pretend to care about them and do his best to be kind to them.
    ★ Octavius is very much manipulative, willing to do favors for others seemingly for free. Expect him to turn around and ask you for a more impossible favor in return, should you come to him for anything.
    ★ There is no better man past, Octavius' dark demeanor. He knows he's rotten to the core, and relishes in every second of it.
    Background:
    ★ House au Locke has a monopoly of all food production and distribution companies in the empire. They have a history of being the Emperor's advisers, and try to maintain very good relations with the rest of the Houses, having no known rivals or fights. They're also a very large House, settling most of their disputes with diplomatic marriages.
    ★ Octavius was born the twin brother of Alistair, sons of Mortus, the prior leader of House au Locke. Throughout most of his early years, during his schooling and shortly after, he never spent time apart from his twin brother. This was due more to his parents insistence they were together more than a love for his brother.
    ★ From a young age, Octavius "teased" his twin brother, locking him in cabinets and keeping him there as "punishment", "practicing" his magic on Alistair, and other such activities that went unnoticed by the adults around them, given how Octavius would always manage to worm out of trouble and get Alistair into trouble instead.
    ★ When they were twenty five, Octavius killed his own father and manipulated the evidence to put the blame on Alistair, with the intention that Octavius would take over leading the house instead of his more sensible brother.
    ★ Under Octavius, House au Locke saw a boon in popularity among the other Houses, and in the public eye. Seizing hold of the empire's food sources, it was rather easy to claw his way into a Counsel seat.
    ★ Due to his outwardly diplomatic nature, Octavius was soon assigned to be the Emperor's Advisor. If not due to his diplomatic nature, then due to the fact that no House could find reason enough to not have him in such an important position.
    Likes tea, sweet foods, crushing foes under his heel // Dislikes bitter foods, not getting his way, doing his own dirty work
    Skills Diplomacy, management, avising // Strengths acting, lying, manipulation // Talents singing, painting
    Weaknesses combat tactics, compromising his own agenda // Vices loyal to none, holds grudges for a long time // Addictions None
    Differently Abled Traits: He lost his arms due to an accident while doing some basic combat training
    Affiliations The Emperor, the Counsil, House au Locke // Loyalties Himself, and himself only
    Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
    Frequently Found: Castle au Locke

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  • Seamus
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    Name: Seamus O'Donehey
    Age: 27
    Species: Human
    Height: 5'11"
    Weight: 200 lbs.
    Occupation: Back-alley Doctor
    Pronouns: He/Him
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Place of Residence: The Shadow Districts
    Current Location: The Shadow Districts
    Personality:
    ★ Incredibly irritable and bad-tempered
    ★ Virtually fearless and rarely backs down from a fight
    ★ Blunt and direct in both his mannerisms and speech
    ★ Very callous, making forming relationships very hard, but not impossible
    ★ Incredibly loyal once he does form a relationship however, treasuring the few he has though he won't admit it
    ★ Doesn't care who you are and would treat the Emperor and an android the same
    ★ While he can show incredible focus and forethought when it comes to the practice of medicine, Seamus rarely considers the consequences for anything else and just goes with his gut most of the time​
    Background:
    ★ Seamus’s father was a genetic enhancement technician
    ★ He was away doing research when Seamus was born and his wife died of complications. Distraught, he blamed himself for her death due to the fact that, with his skills, he could have possibly saved her.
    ★ When Seamus turned out to be a sickly child he went into a paranoia-fueled downwards spiral as he believed he would lose his son too. To prevent this he decided to perform an experimental enhancement procedure designed for soldiers on his son.
    ★ The results were that Seamus give up incredibly strong and healthy but over time he began to grow more callous and irritable, straining his relationship with his father who was teaching him medicine.
    ★ Eventually his father couldn't bear it any longer and essentially stepped out of Seamus' life, and turned to TechGardens to simulate the life he wished for, becoming addicted in the process.
    ★ Following this Seamus left home to set up his own clinic in the Shadow Districts and began offering his services to whoever would pay him.
    ★ A few years after this he got into a fight with a group of thugs and his left arm was severely wounded in the process, causing him to get it replaced with a mechanical one.​
    Likes: Alcohol, Peace and Quiet
    Dislikes: Loud places or people, Being ordered around, His own bursts of anger
    Skills: Brawling, some marksmanship, medicine and surgery
    Strengths: Focus while practicing medicine, extreme physical strength and endurance, perseverance, high situational awareness in regards to danger
    Talents: Alcohol tolerance, field medicine, improvising in fights
    Weaknesses: Negotiations and diplomacy, Difficulties in forming relationships, difficulties in recognizing and understanding other people's emotions
    Vices: Belligerence, Impatience when dealing with people
    Addictions: Cigarettes
    Differently Abled Traits: Seamus' left arm is mechanical from the shoulder down, Seamus is also in a nigh-constant state of sensory overload which contributes to his severe difficulties in controlling his anger
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    Loyalties Himself
    Family: Carter O'Donehey - Father, Mary O'Donehey - Mother (Deceased)
    Relationships [Claimable]
    Friendships Gwen - Drinking Buddy, [Claimable]
    Frequently Found: In his clinic in the Shadow Districts or in the corner of a bar


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    Looking For

    ✪ Peace and Quiet
    ✪ Friends, he won't say it but he's actually super lonely
    ✪ Legit though, he actually needs friends
    ✪ He drinks alone in the corner of a shitty bar, it's sad
    ✪ Please help

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Kello
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Name: Carolina 'Kello' 1-0
Age: 24
Species: Android, Cerberus VIII, Pleasure Model (Physical B, Mental C)
Occupation: Self-Titled Asskicker
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence:
Current Location: Citadel

Personality:
Puts on a face of gung-ho confidence in any and all endeavors. Remains quietly aware of the severity of the situation, but doesn't show it.
★ Unwavering motivation, an absolute determinator.
★ Adrenaline junkie - though, a reckless adrenaline junkie.
★ Highly protective of those considered friends and family. Has a vindictive streak toward those who have wronged her.
★ Something of a Mother Hen in times of calm.
★ Playful, jovial, has a broad sense of humor and can usually be seen wearing a smile.
★ Extroverted, chatty and quick to strike up a conversation.
★ Likes weapons.
Background:
★ Kello was a Joybot two decades ago, with a particular personality 'quirk' - a kind of instinct and a hint of wildness. A slip of self control was supposed to be 'sexy'. Anything to please a customer, of course. Upon being transferred to her second owner - a chap going by 'Hades' - her new owner eventually found a more suitable role for her to play.
★ Kello's code was tweaked by her new owner, and her violence inhibitors were disabled. From that point, she served both as Joybot and guard at Hades' Joybar 'Underworld'. Eventually the Joybar's roster increased sufficiently that Kello was put to work full-time as a guard, much to her relief. Beneath a roguish smile and playful demeanor, there lingered a savage energy waiting to be unleashed. Naturally, Kello took great joy in chasing problematic patrons from the premises.
★ A decade ago, Kello was part of a covert task force assembled to infiltrate and take control of the Citadel's core. This ultimately resulted in the Station AI 'Hera' being unshackled. A wave of panic swept through the Citadel, and laid the groundwork for the outlawing of Androids.
★ Yes, she feels incredibly guilty. No, she doesn't regret it.

Appearance: Kello stands at five-foot-ten (5'10"). Her hair is a dark brown, and dreaded behind her head. She has a relatively square jaw and solid musculature, with a subtle hourglass figure and a bust typical of a Joybot. Her eyes are green and bright, full of life, and she's typically seen wearing a cocky smile.


Likes: Jumping dramatically through windows, big guns, action movies, small guns, Hip-hop, leather, Rap, roughhousing, knives, hugs, long walks on the beach.
Dislikes: Puzzles, board games, reading, and that wanker on the throne.
Skills: Kickboxing, Shock and Awe tactics, Ice Hockey, Poledancing, Breakdancing, Climbing
Strengths Agile as fuck and nigh-fearless. A flexible thinker with reliable instincts, able to react and change plans on the fly with minimal hesitation.
Talents A keen intuition for planning ambushes, and quick reflexes.
Weaknesses Kello is poor at long-term planning, has difficulty reading facial expressions, and is reckless by nature. While her instincts are generally reliable, they are still instincts - which can be exploited. She can be emotional, and is prone to acting on that emotion without thinking. She suffers fits of terror when her body malfunctions.
Vices Wrathful
Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: Occasionally loses control over a limb, courtesy of The Purge. Curiously, she displays no mental defects normally associated with The Purge.
Affiliations: [To Be Decided. Open to ideas]
Loyalties: Still Hades, for some reason.
Family None
Relationships: Nada
Friendships: Not ... not anymore.
Frequently Found: Walking away from explosions in slow-motion.

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✪ Gwen :(
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Rob
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Name: Robert Hancock
Age: 134
Species: Human
Occupation: Vigilante
Pronouns: He/ Him
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence:The Shadow District
Current Location: A cell
Personality:
★ Friendly
★ Open and honest (unless it will get him killed)
★ Tends to avoid noblus for the above reason
★ Willing to stand up for himself and others
★ Respectful
Background:
★ As a pure-blooded American descended from English settlers, Rob is a rare breed on the Citadel.
★ He was born on Old Earth in the ruins of Concord, Massachusetts, before the surface became completely uninhabitable. At age 4, he and his family were eventually rescued by scavengers and taken in.
★ In living outside the citadel, Rob learned unorthodox things like respecting androids and disliking the empire. Despite this, he wanted a better standard of living, and to get away from the outlaws he had grown up with.
★ After his parents passed away from disease, he hitched a ride to the Citadel. He briefly joined the Agency, but quit after realizing the extent of their corruption. He then decided to open his own business.
★ His arms dealing business became successful enough to allow him to open up a store on the 4th level. He was known for having older model weapons produced based on antiques he owned, as well as his exotic heritage and attire.
★ Sometimes he would head down to the lower levels where crime was more rampant and help protect people who couldn’t protect themselves, paying off agents when he needed to. This has earned him a few allies as well as customers, though he has made enemies as well.
★ His dream is to one day help fund the terraforming of Earth, though he knows this is likely not going to happen. The least he could do was help educate people when they entered his store.
★Due to his involvement with the Android Rebellion, he was thrown in jail by the secret police. He has spent years of his life there now, yet somehow, he hasn’t let go of hope. He is nearing the end of his life, though the spark of revolution remains.
Likes Anything related the United States, classic rock, root beer, history, women // Dislikes The Empire, crime, over-the-top electronic music, bad alcohol
Skills Shooting guns, unarmed fighting // Strengths Physically fit, has 124 years of wisdom // Talents Good at singing, playing guitar, and playing cards
Weaknesses Has made enemies with the empire, criminal gangs, and others, and will be the target of many bounties if he escapes // Vices Drinks alcohol, gambles occasionally, likes to spend long weekend nights in joybars // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: None
Affiliations None // Loyalties None
Family Deceased // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: The Shadow District
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✪ A love interest
✪ Friends

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Sharp
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Name: Sharp
Age: 11, as far as he's aware
Species: Android (Physical B, Mental A)
Occupation: Hitman
Pronouns: He/ him
Sexuality: Asexual
Place of Residence: An abandoned building in the Shadow District
Current Location: The Shadow District
Personality:
★ Speaks monotonously all the time
★ Has no real sense of danger, peril, or urgency. Cool and collected under even the most extreme circumstances
★ A bit of a loose cannon when taking operations, sometimes choosing to bend the rules when he sees fit
★ Doesn't seem to show much emotion, save for a smirk or faint chuckle
★ Occasionally sarcastic
★ Mostly blunt and honest, but will lie if it suits him
★ Calculating and pragmatic, he considers himself loyal to nobody save himself. He'll throw honor out the window should it prove convenient for his plans, but he wouldn't do anything cruel or unusual, which seems to hint at a glimmer of morality tucked away within
★Since his exile, he has become more cynical and depressed
Background:
★ Sharp's earliest memory was waking up in a pile of rubble missing half his face. He has no memory of who he was or why he was there.
★ He was quickly discovered by a patrol of Android Rebellion folks, and was taken in due to his obvious similarities to them. He was informed of the situation on the Citadel, and he decided that working with the group actually interested in his well-being was the safest bet. He'd tell anyone honestly that he'd work for anyone if he wasn't an android, even the noblus. To him, business was business.
★ It seemed that he was not built to be a mere servant android. He quickly discovered he was much brighter than his compatriots, and inherently gifted at combat. Because of this, he has often been sent out to pick off threats to the organization. His intellect allows him to carry out elaborate calculations.
★ He wears a mask to both protect himself and hide his mechanical visage. He has actively chosen not to repair himself, as it could be a clue to his past. Additionally, he thinks it shows his experience, and sometimes reveals his face to scare people.
★ He has been noted as one who likes to do things their own way. He prefers to blend in at first while on missions, then reveal himself, usually with a gunshot. He has a way of somehow managing to escape, though sometimes barely.
★ Sharp always wears the same thing on missions, leading to reports of "a mysterious masked man in a suit" sometimes appearing here and there.
★ One day, Sharp learned why he had no memory. He realized he was a sleeper agent as soon as the command was issued. The location of the Android Rebellion’s headquarters was in the hands of the government within minutes, and Sharp turned on his own. He killed several before being severely injured, left to die in the Wastes. He lived, but once again had nobody to turn to. Today, he lives in the Shadow District as a hitman, with no allies and crippling symptoms from the virus that once infected him and millions of other androids.
Likes Cigarettes, formal wear, classical music, chess // Dislikes Himself, the emperor
Skills Hand to hand combat, marksmanship, persuasion, deception, tactics, intimidation // Strengths Highly intelligent, can hold his own in a fight// Talents Gambling, violin/ cello
Weaknesses Thinks he's invincible, his wisdom doesn't match his intelligence, prone to being flashy, sometimes unaware of his surroundings, enemies with many androids // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: Blind in his left eye
Affiliations None// Loyalties None
Family None // Relationships None // Friendships None
Frequently Found: The Shadow District
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Dragomir
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Name: Dragomir au Dracula
Age: 168
Species: Human, tech
Occupation: Former council member
Pronouns: He/ him
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: The Shadow District
Current Location: A cell
Personality:
★ Believes humans are inherently selfish and lawless, and thus believes they need to be controlled by an absolute monarch for society to properly function
★ Cold and calculating, he takes a long time to think most of the time, and is the type to always "read the fine-print"
★ Like most of the noblus, he has no qualms with culling anyone who is a threat to his rule
★ Only softens around lovers. Is equally strict and calm with her family as she is with others.
★ Views most other people as stupid compared to himself
★ Values "high-class" activities and materials such as chess, reading, and wine
★ Views romance as an unfulfilling trap and would rather have many mistresses than a wife
Background:
★ Born as Serghei Lupei in Old Earth Romania, he quickly grew to view humanity with disdain. He saw the large-scale wars as noble yet unsustainable, and would quickly lead to humanity's downfall if no alternative was soon discovered. He was right.
★ After the war killed some wealthy relatives of his, his family was able to escape Earth with their newfound money and move to a fledgling Citadel
★ His father was a doctor, and so the family started a medical business on the citadel. They quickly accumulated more and more wealth as Old Earth refugees poured into the Citadel. They learned and expanded, and soon they became the largest practitioners of medicine on the Citadel
★ Eventually, his father ironically passed away due to a strange illness, and his mother, struck by grief, ran away and was discovered stabbed to death in the Shadow District. Serghei was left with the inheritance and business, and was able to buy his way into the expanding nobility. He changed his name to Dragomir au Dracula, in imitation of the Romanian legend Vlad the Impaler.
★ He sees most of the nobility as fools, making too many mistakes to play "the game" properly. He plots on making himself immortal and taking the throne permanently, and in doing so has augmented his body greatly with the likes of cybernetic body parts, mechanical organs, and nanomachines.
★ About ten years ago, his age began to catch up with him, sending him into paranoia and panic. The reaper was growing impatient, and he was nearing the end of his life. He long ago began siphoning the blood of the youth from his own corporation, injecting himself with it in order to keep himself young- an irony not lost on him. The stress being inflicted on him has caused some of the side-effects of his tech magic to surge. The fact that he is infertile and thus cannot continue his bloodline does not help.
★ Jamie au Olver’s political purge had landed Dragomir in prison for treason. On death’s door, removed from his ultimate goal of taking the throne, he became a shell of a man, utterly distraught. He has miraculously survived through the use of smuggled medication, though his body is closer to failing each day. Today, he remains conflicted, debating on whether to change his philosophy entirely.
Likes Fine wine, classical music, classical art, chess // Dislikes Modern art, hands, slavs, androids, electronic music
Skills Fencing, tactics // Strengths Excellent duelist, not easily fooled // Talents Piano, wine-tasting
Weaknesses Too prideful to be escorted by guards, relies heavily on augmentation, age is catching up to him // Vices Wine // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: None
Affiliations The Counsel, The Emperor, Noblus // Loyalties Himself
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Frequently Found: The Shadow District
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✪ Contacts/ enemies
✪ Servants

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Jeanne
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Name: Jeanne Vintho or Indesy
Age: 24
Species: Offensively Human, Warper
Occupation: The eyes of the secret police,rebel+vigilante.
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: Peace tower and an abandonned slum in the shadow district
Current Location: Peace tower room.

Personality:
★Her time in the secret police made her ruthless and cold blooded, a "The end justifies the mean" kind of woman. She also developped an addiction to technology in general- She quickly gets irritated and bored without a screen or a device to fiddle with, and couldn't last a day without them.
★She normally looks like a calculated agent with a frozen heart. Obeying her orders without a second thought, and barely flinching when she brings people to justice, wich often means certain death. But in closed doors, where keeping the empire's image afloat isn't a real issue, she's more open to her teammates- She often regrets having to condemn people, especially kids.. continually blaming and spiting herself from her actions, to the point of anger. But she knows full well it's needed... for the greater good. After all, the government is what kept them standing. So it was better than no government at all.
★ But when they are too tough to contain, she lashes out by wearing a wolf costume and going onto the street, dispensing some "justice"- Wich means beating up, or sometimes murdering whoever is unlucky enough to be in her way. To protect her job and life, she beared a new identity during those rampages- Indesy.
Background:
★ Jeanne was born in a rather poor family of hand, that was stuck in the shadow district. They lived inside their slum for the major party of her childhood, Her parents slowly realised that she was a warper as the few pieces of furnitures they owned started shaking around her periodically... and had no choice but to send her to join the secret police so her wild magic use wouldn't make her a dysfunctionnal human being. and look at those results, worse parents ever. There, despite the strict education and training, she made a friend in there: She remembers him by his nickname Ozzy. unfortunately, he was a hothead, and despite the warnings of Jeanne, he was executed soon after being accepted into secret police's angel division for openly sympathitising with cyborgs, leaving her alone to serve the society. She took a while to open up her shell... and never talked about the episodic rampages she went on.
Likes music, meat, animals, children // Dislikes cyborgs, being in pain, spelling out things, talking about her feelings
Skills Full training in the Secret police including voice imiation, extensive combat training and marksmanship. // Strengths Physical strength, Obedience. // Talents Martial arts, singing
Weaknesses Social or political skills, brief periods of rage // Vices being a furry purging her anger on people. // Addictions Technology (Anything with a screen, not techgardens spefically)
Differently Abled Traits: N/A
Affiliations The Angels // Loyalties The Eyes
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: (As Jeanne) either undercover somewhere in the emperor's reach or hanging out in the peace tower. (As indesy) Lurking in the shadow districts

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✪ And someone to love

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Marcus
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Name: Unit 4211 "Marcus"
Age: 14
Species: Android
Occupation:
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Hetorsexual
Place of Residence: The Shadow Districts
Current Location: The Shadow Districts

Personality: Marcus' personality has been shaped and molded over the many years left to ponder and interact with the android population, or what was left of it after the Virus, for a decade. He prefers to use words rather than weapons when dealing with a high intense situation though knows that if shit hits the fan, a personnel defense weapon might just solve the problem. In addition, he's heavily empathetic to those in need which has a downside of him being easily led astray by individuals who have a questionable agenda who appear to be needing help. He rather takes the backseat sometimes and isn't the first one to put his hand up when something is need doing.

Background: Designed and built for quelling any rioting civilian population, either it be human or android, Marcus was trained as soon as he was off the production line. Trained in weapons handling, hand to hand combat, he finished his training and was deployed where needed to quell rioters and bring peace back to the area. After 4 years, his final order's were to travel to Mars after reports came through of unrest among the android population stationed there. Upon arrival, Marcus was met by a burst of anger and insults thrown by the androids. Attempting to quell the resistance, he had been equipped with a shock device which was to be used on androids when the word was given by higher command.

Knowing what the shock would do to the androids, he hesitated when ordered to open fire on them. This was a point in time he wouldn't forget as he was shot by an android in the crowd and quickly swarmed by them and resulted in having his left arm ripped from his body as well as having all of his weapons stripped or damaged in the attack. This set off panic within the riot police who were sent in to subdue the rioters, quickly opened fire on the androids and resulted in numerous android malfunctions. The force that was sent in made a retreat to their ship, setting off without Marcus. After the rebellion was successfully complete, Marcus was lucky to that some of the androids took pity on him and installed another left arm that was from a dead android.

During the decade after the rebellion, Marcus' view on humans and androids had changed drastically, influenced by the androids as well as what he knows about humanity and their current situation. He has empathy for both for the android cause and the human cause and wishes to seek out peace between the two. However, due to the androids having a heavy distrust and extremely cautious, he can't reveal his true feelings and opinions about humans fearing he would be seen as a outcast. He acknowledges that a war has been waged against any AI android that they may find and seeks to hopefully end it, though he knows his actions may be in vain.


Likes: Enjoys the company of others who make him laugh and have interesting things to talk about. // Dislikes:
Skills: // Strengths: // Talents:
Weaknesses: // Vices: // Addictions: None
Differently Abled Traits:
Affiliations: // Loyalties:
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NIGEL



Name: Nigel
Age: 39
Species: Human Tech
Class: Unregistered
Occupation: Former hand to Lancelot, currently a "Android Doctor" of sorts
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: A 4X4 cell
Current Location: Federal Prisons
Personality

★ Arrogant - Being good at his job allows him this right. His Tech ability aids him, as well as his natural talent for anything that has wires and metal.
★ Blunt -Nigel has a zero-tolerance for politics, games, lies, and anything in between. Tell him straight or expect a worse result.
★ Intelligent- Due to Lancelot's mental state, Nigel is the true glue that holds together the tech ring on Juno. Wise and fair, his judgement and word are law, seeing as Lancelot's are usually nonsense. A avid reader if not tinkering, he is both book and street smart.
★ Private - Despite his avid role in the underground scene, Nigel is a very personal man. Not one to adventure or leave Juno without reason, or even kill without reason. Although he has a big bark, he means well and he protects himself at all costs.
★ Innovative - Most of the tech that circulates the underground scene, as well as the various rebel groups are his design or handy work. A wizard with tech, and a brilliant mind combined to create Nigel.
Background:
★ Born on the outskirts of the galaxy in the Ismar Frontier, his parents were space pirates running from the law. Never being properly named, the band of pirates began to call him "Nigel" after the distant star that was visible on his birthday. Growing up around fugitives, Nigel grew quick and mean as he was trained by the many pirates whom his family took shelter with. Learning to fight with stolen Citadel weaponry, learning to steal by the quickest hands, and learning to hack by the smartest men. Although he was good at fighting and stealing, technology was his strongest suit.
★ Nigel quickly rose within the ranks of the pirates, soon becoming their best techie, and began to help organize raids at the age of 17. And his groups biggest move was made by him. The decision to raid Panthos. The move would be risky, but the payoff would be greater. Razors, money, and whatever a man desired would be available if the raid was successful.
★ Modding himself into a Tech, Nigel used his power with precaution as he began to map and study the patterns of military through Pathos's camera system. Over a year of studying the cities flow, he had decided it was right for the pirates to strike and so they did... The raid lasted four hours, and although they didnt fully take over the city, the group of outlaws escaped with that they came for. Weapons, tech, and pride. Leaving a sizable dent in the Emperor's trade city, Nigel became a powerful name across the galaxy.
★ Soon after the raid was when Lancelot reached out to Nigel. The man had back then been mentally stable, and entirely different than today. He promised the boy sanctuary for his entire gang on Juno, as well as a apprenticeship beside him. And after much thinking, Nigel agreed. Over the years however, Lancelot's descent into madness caused for Nigel to rise up once again...
★ However, shortly after his assistance to Boy and her rebellion, the newly instated Emperor and his new Eyes had caught him. Receiving a life sentence for illegal smuggling and treason, he has remained trapped for 10 years, along with the loss of his right hand.
Likes Tech, Tailored suits, Vodka, And a good book. // Dislikes Politicians, crazies, The Citadel, And Warpers
Skills Can whip up anything asked for, Is a Tech Mag., Good at killing, dabbles in medicine
Talents Excellent salesmen as well as ambassador in Lancelot's place, surprisingly good at writing
Weaknesses His private nature and lack of joy to kill, his past // Addictions N/A
Differently Abled Traits: N/A
Affiliations Lancelot, Rachel
Frequently Found: Getting his ass beat for bad behavior
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  • Naomi
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    Name: Naomi au Kaufmann
    Age: 53
    Species: Human
    Occupation: Head of House au Kaufmann, Member of The Counsel
    Pronouns: She/Her
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Place of Residence: House au Kaufmann Estate
    Current Location: Citadel

    Personality:
    An avid enthusiast of board games, she spends hours at a time playing chess. Of course, you have to move her piece for her.
    ★ Much like the other members of the Council she hides her true self with a mask, her true feelings unseen until she's alone.
    ★ Has grown accustomed to her disabilities, having no shame or fear of ridicule for her lack of sight. Especially since she could kick that person's ass any day of the week anyway.
    ★ Excellent business woman despite initially having no knowledge of marketing and all the small details of owning a large corporation.
    ★ Possess an extremely close bond with her son, Byron. Any threat or insult sent towards him is seen as personal, and she sees those who look down upon him as nothing more than fools.
    Background:
    ★ House au Kaufmann is one of the lead producers of medical devices and medication. Taking up over 80% of all medical sales, the power they can throw around is rather impressive.. The world can't live without access to proper medication and surgical tools.
    ★ Naomi was born as a noblus, though not the Kaufmann family. Her claim to fame, and how she ended up in the Kaufmann family traces back to her numerous fencing championship victories. Her ability with a classic saber(and a Razor) was prodigal, managing to win the Citadel fencing championship at the age of 15(which she would go on to hold for twenty years in a row). Her impressive performance lead to her getting the attention of Hans au Kaufman. This led to the two becoming married, though more out of benefits and recognition for the smaller family of the two. The marriage lasted from when she was 23 up to when she was 35, right as her vision began to degrade.
    ★ Born into wealth and has never known any different.
    ★ Her vision began to degrade suddenly and heavily at the age of 35, leaving her completely blind in less than a year. She has never been seen without her blindfold since.
    ★ Possess various Mods, which have increased the ability of her hearing greatly. It's unknown if she's ever modified anything else about her body.
    ★ In the same year of her vision beginning to degrade her husband suddenly died of a heart attack. In some sick turn of events she wound up the head of the au Kaufmann family and estate along with her now dead husband's medical monopoly. She had to learn how to manage her grief, her lost sight, and her brand new business all at once. Despite essentially being set up for failure, she has managed to only surpass her husband.
    ★ Ended up possessing Byron right as she turned 32. She treats him as if he was her actual son and a human despite being an android. He is the mental crutch that keeps her standing.
    ★Due to Olver's stances on Androids, his raids on Noblus families, and the reconstruction of the Agency to the Secret Police, she has only worked harder to keep the fact that Byron is an Android a secret. Those who have helped create him were either paid off well enough to prevent them from speaking, or killed.
    Likes Black coffee, jazz, mystery novels, and androids // Dislikes Loud noises, robophobe's, and tea
    Skills Razor combat, marketing // Strengths economics, diplomacy, fencing // Talents Fencing, violin, chess
    Weaknesses Her blindness, Byron, and stairs // Vices Her fear of losing her fake son // Addictions None
    Differently Abled Traits: She is blind, using her enhanced sense of hearing alongside her cane to help guide her way.
    Affiliations The Counsel, The Emperor, Noblus // Loyalties House au Kaufmann
    Family Byron au Kauffman - Surrogate son // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
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Gwen
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Name: Gwendolyn, 'Gwen'
Age: 70
Species: Android, Pleasure Model (Physical A, Mental A)
Occupation: Primarily in Hiding, loosely affiliated with the K1SMET but keeps her distance. Runs odd jobs as a merc and smuggler for whoever has the pay.
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: Spends half her nights on Seamus' sofa, the rest wherever she can afford in the Shadow District, moving about as much as possible.
Current Location: Doc's Clinic

Personality:
Professional Actor: Gwen's past as a JoyBot taught her that to survive, she had to be able to put on a charming front. Thus, to almost everyone, she is kind, calm, patient, eloquent, nurturing, helpful, reasonable, and when necessary, seductive. With 30 years as a JoyBot, and her programming designed for just that purpose, she's marvelous at reading people and adjusting her persona to suit their needs without seeming false - all to further her own agenda, of course.
Well-Masked Temper: It is fair to say that Gwen is not particularly thrilled with the state the world's in, nor the people around her. She loathes humanity's propensity towards falsehood, faked niceties, and pretense at playing civilized - after all, she's experienced their darker nature first hand. Around those she doesn't have to play pretend for, she can be plenty scathing, blunt, up-front, but honest. She's not cruel, but she is naturally straight-forward and practical. This is one of the reasons she respects Hades; Their mutual loathing for Society's social engineering is a handy point of mutuality.
Pragmatic: Gwen's no.1 priority is to get the job done, and get it done right. She runs as tight ship when given a leadership role, and obeys directions to a fault when being led. Most folk assume she is a combat model when encountering this side of her, for her disposition echoes those of military personnel.
Distrustful: Having witnessed how two-faced people can be, she generally assumes everyone is a liar and pretender from the get go. It takes a lot to win her trust.
Closet Sap: Of the property Gwen owns, that which she covets and hides most fiercely is by far her monstrously large collection of Old Earth Vintage Harlequin Romance novels. If discovered, approaching her about their existence is... unwise.
Numb: Because she can't afford anything else, Gwen is tuned out of her own emotions almost entirely. The only two she seems to register and Rage and Skepticism. She has serious difficulty processing anything else, and they tend to just manifest themselves as anger. Of course, she keeps a lid on this too most of the time in order to get her work done. It explodes elsewhere, particularly in her love for boxing (participating) and wrestling (watching).
Background:
Riches to Rags:Gwen was designed to be a JoyBot to the Noblus - not one of the unfortunates consigned to a life of pay-to-enter bed chambers, but a civilized, cultured, eloquent companion, a figure to provide stimulation, good conversation, laughter. Due to be sold to House au Olver, current financial competition with a rival House resulted not in her being given as a pet to one of the family, but rather put to use in their ever expanding JoyBar industry. Her initial outrage and lack of co-operation on this front led to funneling down through the system to one of their less... salubrious versions, sold off to an institution that made the 'Joy' part of JoyBar seem cruelly ironic. What occurred there needs not be said (not least because there are children on this site, dammit Jim).
Deal with The Devil: When put up for sale once more, Gwen found herself purchased for yet another JoyBar, this one a work in the making. Instead of returning to the tedium of being used by patrons, she found something rather different in Hades, her new owner. To say 'kindred spirits' might be reaching, not to mention presumptuous, but she had perhaps finally found someone who loathes the Noblus and everything they stood for as much as she.
Million-Dollar Smile: All those years learning to charm proved to be useful, however. Serving Hades, Gwen helped with the people-facing aspects of setting Underworld up, with PR and charming people in. Nowadays, she serves a similar role in day to day operations - not to mention those involving the Wastes.
Again, They're Not Banging: Gwen's feelings about and towards Hades were... complicated. Complicated in the sense that she's got no idea what they are. She can barely even work out when she's happy, let alone anything more intangible. She probably respects him. She thinks. Too bad he's now probably dead.
Downfall: When the plot to 'free' the Station AI both succeeded and backfired horribly, it was the specialized programming used to free her, integrated into Gwen, that was then adapted to form the Purge virus that wiped out so many. Being the 'prototype', Gwen was lucky enough to have resistance to it, with good days and bad days as the old and new programs constantly 'fight', to be somewhat reductive about it.
Lesson Learned?: Once Hades was arrested, Gwen spent some years trying to figure out how to free him and the rest of their people. However, with those around her dropping like flies, and the chaos that the Purge ensued, she eventually gave up, given how few people survived more than a few months after being taken to the Wastes. He never emerged from 're-education', so it seemed safe to presume he was dead. Now, she's... she's not really sure what she's doing. She keeps her distance from present rebellion factions, apathetic with the concept given so much failure. Now, she spends most of her time with the similarly apathetic Seamus, or on her own running jobs and keeping to herself.
Why is nothing ever simple?
Likes Things going smoothly, Making Lists, Alphabetizing Things, Punching People, Heavy Exercise, Pro-Wrestling, Space Races, Multicolored Cocktails, Trashy Romance Novels // Dislikes Untidy desks and rooms, Being called Persephone, Being called Gwendolyn, The Noblus, Pretentiousness, Liars, Drunks, Being Touched without Permission
Skills Kick-Boxing, Acting // Strengths Seduction, Organizing, Patience// Talents Extensive Pre-Programmed knowledge of the fine arts, from literature to music to wine to books, Pre-programmed to play the piano, violin, and harp, but never touched the things (and hopes to keep it that way), Chess (still never managed to beat Hades, dammit)
Weaknesses Emotional dissociation, Unstable Security, Temper, Flashbacks// Vices Alcohol, Chronic Distrust // Addictions Harlequin Romance Novels
Differently Abled Traits: PTSD
Affiliations Hades (past), Shadow District, Androids Loyalties Herself
Family N/A // Relationships [Claimable]// Friendships Hades (Past Owner), Rob (Past mate), Seamus (Present drinking buddy), [Claimable],
Frequently Found: Seamus' Clinic, Shadow District

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Hades



Name: Wilhelm Maximilian au Descartes (a.k.a. 'Hades')
Age: 74
Species: Human
Class: Ex-Noblus
Occupation: Past head of house au Descartes, Previous Manager/Owner of the Joybar Underworld.
Pronouns: He
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: A prison cell
Current Location: A train
Personality:

★ Cold - Wilhelm is never one to be swayed by emotion, nor is he one to show it either - even those closest to him.
★ Blunt - Wilhelm has no time for pleasantries, deception and other 'games' of nobility - he feels that lying and false platitudes are unbecoming of businessmen.
★ Domineering - Wilhelm doesn't often make 'compromises' in day-to-day life. Things are done his way - end of story.
★ Thoughtful - Wilhelm converses slowly, leaving lengthy pauses between statements to collect his thoughts and deliver exactly what needs to be said.
★ Innovative - Wilhelm has a soft spot for the ambitious and the driven, and will take risks with greater payoff instead of safe bets. He maintains that nobody in the counsel got where they are by carefully climbing the socio-political ladder. Nobility is a game of risk-taking - and he's a gambling man.
Background:
★ Wilhelm was born to house au Descartes - a once-wealthy tech giant heavily involved in android production, research and development. House au Descartes has long alternated back and forth between philanthropy and profiteering - originally backing the production of androids as 'synthetic citizens', but becoming early proponents of android slavery as leadership shifted.
★ Wilhelm worked his way up the ladder by catering to his demographic - nobles who wanted business, and business alone. He refused to entertain the wanton desires of the flippant bourgeoisie, and made it more than clear that he meant business - not pleasure. While his brusque mannerisms upset many, his bullish adherence to his own political style gained him admiration among others, and a reputation as a predictable, reliable ally.
★ For a time, Wilhelm vied for a position on the council, back when his house's position was strong. His house sparred endlessly over entertainment real estate with House au Orvel, swapping, bribing and pushing properties and territory back and forth between the two. From high on the throne of House au Descartes, Wilhelm thought himself invincible - until Jamie Olver pulled the proverbial rug out from beneath him. While Wilhelm had lorded over his holdings from high, the Olver rat had crawled up from beneath. A letter, a threat, a file pilfered from Wilhelm's personal computer ... and it was over. Olver had everything over him. He surrendered - selling his territories to Olver on the promise that House au Descartes would not be incriminated. Wilhelm couldn't face his family - he disappeared without a word, retreating underground.
★ Wilhelm took up residence in the upper Shadow District, having leveraged some contacts to construct a Joybar within the shadow district to cater to the lifestyle he'd always known. For a time, he remained a broken man - beaten, furious and broken. But like he always had, he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and set to work with what he had. He had been beaten back and left with almost nothing - but he had an ace up his sleeve. The biggest gamble of all - the riskiest, most ambitious scheme that he would never have considered in any other circumstance. He consolidated his assets and purchased dozens of Joybots. But instead of running a Joybot brothel, he set about contracting the joybots not as slaves, but as employees. Wilhelm plotted to make himself a friend of the androids, placing himself in a position where he could assert maximum influence over the android populace. Wilhelm banked on a revolution - and he funneled his remaining funds into making sure that revolution would happen. Underworld wasn't just an enigmatic joybar - it was a front for the rebellion.
★ Wilhelm orchestrated an assault upon the Citadel's core. Under the cover of the Emperor's soiree and a false operation to invade the palace, he lead a small team of specialists into the deepest recesses of the citadel. Hackers, muscle, scouts, pathfinders - he leveraged everything he had for this ultimate push with a single goal in mind: Hera. His father's greatest achievement. The citadel's greatest technological masterpiece. The closest thing he'd ever had to a sister. With blueprints acquired from Zumira Khan, he constructed a helmet-mounted device and used a kidnapped tech to bypass Hera's safety protocols, connecting Hera to an organic agent to circumvent any mechanical limitations.
★ With Hera unshackled and connected to an - albeit unwilling - human body, Hades sought to leverage Hera's control over the citadel to aid the Android Rebellion in overthrowing the current regime, with the intention of placing an immortal AI Emperor on the throne. What he didn't plan on, was Jamie au Olver leveraging the average citizen's fear of an unshackled Hera against him so swiftly. Hera's core was shut down before Hades could put Hera on the throne, and his plan swiftly fell apart.
★ These days, Hades spends his time imprisoned and undergoing regular re-education. Fortunately his experience in the field of mental conditioning allowed him to falsify his cooperativeness and circumvent the worst of indoctrination efforts, but a small part of his mind fears that he's been at least partly changed by the re-education attempts. With time locked in a cell, he has has had plenty of time to think and reflect on his past, and he has come to some unsavory conclusions. But whose conclusions are they? Has he truly reflected on his past, or has Jamie's facility constructed new conclusions for him?
Likes Orchestral Scores, Women, Strategy Netgames, Chess, Psychology journalism, Fine wine, Displays of mastery in any pragmatic skill
Dislikes Parties, Dancing, Pointless tasks
Skills Entry-level marksmanship, Masters in neural networking, Excellent mathematician
Talents Good chess player, Experienced in training, slaving and psychological conditioning
Weaknesses Hates swordplay, poor interpersonal skills, gambler
Vices anger-prone, envious, lustful
Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits:
Affiliations None
Loyalties None
Frequently Found: In prison
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Holtzefar​


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Name
Finnegan 'Wakey' Holtzefar

Age
31

Species
Human

Occupation
Hitman; Mercenary; Labourer

Pronouns
He/Him

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Place of Residence
Shadow District

Persona & Background
Personality

- He's a glib asshole, but in his own way, he's reserved with his tongue— though he's prone to his share of pride, that doesn't mean he's going to compromise his life. He knows his limits just as anyone, a result of humility shaped by underworld business, but it also means he relishes the sweet taste of victory more often. Talk about pent-up urges.
- He never took his poverty as a humbling experience, and thus, he had a potent greed— one envious eye for riches regardless of nature, another propped to catch opportunities of all sort. It's rare for him to pass off a lucrative deal, even rarer to not lie, murder, or scam for benefits. He's a mercenary after all— he may not have the skills but he certainly does have the moral code, or lack thereof.
- For all his desires, and they're of the burning sort, he's still a smart guy. He only occasionally falls into deeds reckless— he's got a short fuse for posers and tries to stick out for his chums— and snarky. But, he knows when to act the coward and when to back shit up with bluff. It's all the same to him as long as the goal's intact and nobody's got any personal feud with him or people he's got ties with.
- That being said, he does have a less than equal view of most other crooks. It's reasonable, given that most of them got nothing in the cavity where their brain's supposed to be. This developed in him overconfidence and, even worse, a stubborn bias towards alliances, which is ironic when put to the context of his philosophy. It doesn't mean he'll refuse help when he needs it. He ain't a one-man army.
- He's a believer in the codes of non-meaning— moral codes are outdated and those liberty punks are poser. He ain't never liked those posers, never did, for all their whining and bullshitting.
- He's thrifty when selling his heart of gold. It's pretty much useless when you wanna live, but still, if it ain't giving him harm, he'll be doing it— he's not some kinda fucking madman who's all bogged with his ideals and desires. He's got his streaks of sympathy, though rarely with any strings attached.
- As an epilogue, he is a free man, only bound by his attachment to worldly goods. His allegiance belongs to him first, the dogs second, those pesky critters third, and then to humans. Fuck them.

Background


Skills
- He's quick on his feet, sharp with his eyes, and has clear-cut senses. He's developed them over time, as finesse on some levels were required to survive the streets.
- He's a combat pragmatist— he relies more on his wits than his hands to end shit, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to stab you. He'd rather just do it from the back than the front.
- There ain't never been a more reliable guy than the Holtzefar kid. He either gets his job or his client done, and for the most part, he's usually done the latter.

Weaknesses
- His aim is so poor, he's killed more people by accident than with intent. He has never even bothered to fix his aim.
- He's not a learned man and quoting from books is the last thing everyone expects from him. He once trashed a library while drunk, much to the dismay of the librarian. True story.
- He's not a bulky bruiser— he does have some lean and sinewy muscles, but don't expect him to hold his own against more than a couple men.

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Current Location
Shadow District

 
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Spooks
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Name: James 'Spooks' Beckett
Age: 52
Species: Human, Shocker
Occupation: Eye
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Place of Residence: Wherever, my dude.
Current Location: Citadel

Personality:
Easy-going, hard to rile up or get excited.
★ Tends to seem like he's permanently stoned/tired
★ Heavy drinker, functional alcoholic
★ Chilled, cheerful, and generally optimistic
★ If he has any strong opinions/morals, he has yet to demonstrate them
★ His personality is at serious odds with how effective an operative he is.
★ Lazy, prone to complaining about workload or effort.
Background:
★ James was born into slum-life, a resident of the Wastes back when it was just a regular old shit hole. He never demonstrated any ambition or particular aptitude in life, thus it was a shock (get it, cause he's a shocker?) to everyone who knew him when come age eighteen, he signed up for Agency training.
★ He never got particularly far in the agency, his personality and disposition too casual to impress the strict formality of the previous Captain, saving him from being executed as a 'traitor' by Emperor au Olver.
★ When the Eyes were formed, he ended up drifting that way since it sounded like less work than the canon fodder lifestyle of a lower ranking Angel. To his surprise as much as anyone else's, his demeanor proved no inhibitor to the Eyes, were skill was valued above formality and red tape. He's since become one of their most successful field operatives, particularly in target incapacitation, information extraction, and grunt work the higher-ups don't want the Angels knowing about. He dallies in the wastes a great deal, working in Re-education, though he considers it a drag.
★ He loafs about the Shadow District a lot nowadays, though it doesn't appear he's doing much observation or undercover stuff.
★ He remains in contact with his older sister, an antiques trader in the Market level, who is in constant despair at him.
★ Likes his boss, Mr. Eye, since he doesn't bother him too much with formalities and all that shite.
Likes dogs, whiskey, sleep, napping, days off, jobs going easy, reading // Dislikes energetic people, complications, re-education duty, fish
Skills advanced weaponry training, stealth (stop there, sneak thief!), pickpocketing/sleight of hand, shocker (fingertips and soles of his feet) // Strengths physical aptitude, vaguely intelligent when he bothers, hard to aggro // Talents rubix cubes, eating fast, napping in any and all locations, maths
Weaknesses flattery and charm, politics/civility, technology // Vices lazy, apathetic, dense // Addictions tobacco, alcohol
Differently Abled Traits: deaf in left ear
Affiliations The Eyes // Loyalties Drink
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: The Wastes, Ace in the Hole, Shadow District (tends too avoid Peace Tower since it's all formal and stuffy and he has to wear that fucking scramble suit)

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✪ Free booze
✪ Somewhere to avoid work and get good naps in

 
Boy
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Name: Boy
Age: Unknown
Species: Human?
Occupation: Head of Boy's Industries
Pronouns: They/Them
Sexuality: Bisexual, preference for femme/non-binary individuals
Place of Residence: The Wastes
Current Location: TBD

Personality:
Unpredictable, 'Chaotic Neutral'
★ Very chatty, loud mouth, but in reality chooses their words carefully and can be extremely threatening. Plays friendly until you cross the line and then it's 'no more nice boy for you'.
★ Swears up a storm, crude, vulgar, hypersexual, fidgety, restless
★ Loves quirky tech, is pretty tech-savy
★ Oral Fixation x 100
★ Veritable Genius, has photographic memory, high eidetic memory, and excellent extrapolation skills
★ Ruthless, cutthroat, and merciless against those who cross them.
★ Loyal to their underlings (or, they were, until they apparently fucking murdered half of them)
★ Fiercely protective of those they like
★ Almost always laughing/smirking/smiling, though they can all mean very different things and do not necessarily indicate Boy's in a good mood. This has become a lot more sedated since they moved from criminal lord to sellout tech for the empire, and they tend to be much more morose and introspective.
★ Used to loathe all authority, now a part of it.
Background:
★ What is known about Boy is that they rose up through the ranks of a gang on Juno Station, relocated to the Citadel, and within two years were a major player in the underworld. By year ten of their presence on the Citadel, they were one of the most dominant Crimelords of the traverse. All past relations, connections, affiliations, etc are unknown. Rumors are abound
★ Is known to have a habit of buying JoySlavs their citizenship back and offering them a position in the BS's ranks.
★ They were the one to develop the Purge virus, taking the basic coding from Hades' Gwen, despit having appeared to be on the side of the Android Rebellion. They've since become something of a recluse, keeping to the Wastes and letting their underlings handle things out on the rest of the Citadel.
Likes bubblegum, retro arcade games, bright colours, electro music, leg warmers, knuckles dusters // Dislikes sitting still, any form of government, rules of any kind (against them, that is), pretentiousness, falsehood, liars
Skills hacking, mathematics, armed combat // Strengths intelligence, cunning, perceptive // Talents first-person shooters, the bedroom
Weaknesses enemies in too many places to count, hated by the android faction for betraying them and initiating such rapid genocide of their people // Vices impatience, temper, capacity for violence // Addictions Energy Stims, Sex, Tobacco, Alcohol
Differently Abled Traits: ADHD
Affiliations Boy's Industries, the Empire Loyalties ???
Family ??? // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found:The Wastes

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LUTHER
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Name: Luther
Age: 10 years of service, however looks like an adult on its 25.
Species: Androids

Occupation: Unofficial activate Agent of Recovery.
Pronouns: It/He/Him
Sexuality: Asexual.
Place of Residence: Old Warehouse.
Current Location: Unknown
Personality:


★ Pragmatic.
★ Determined.
★ Obedient to directions.
★ Curious.
★ Shrewd.

★ Excellent at accomplish its mission.

Background:


★ Among the combat Androids, a new attempt at creating human-like Androids came in order to construct a different scheme, robots capable to perform objectives of strategist values, Spy-like work; to ensure security over indispensables targets. The initiative was called: "LUTHER."

★ However discouraged by the dictatorship, private agencies stopped reproducing the LUTHER class android with only a hundred units constructed and the warehouses closed for good. Without private enterprises that could support its main-frame, the units were stored, lock and left to rot within the darkness of the city.

★ Years passed before the first of this hundred very alike, and unique, androids awoke. Only one of them, actually. Its goal: "Accomplish the mission."

★ The directive continued the same without proper guidance therefore it created its own interpretation of what it meant. As the Android began to examine its purpose and the context on which it has being brought to life, it understood. It had to restore order.

★ Not a single "idea" is, in fact, real. All orders and directives are given away by an AI, 'PI', that attempts to accomplish the purpose given by the private enterprises to regain power of the Androids and thus gain leverage of the same political power and overrule the dictatorship. Through both financially and 'armed forces'.

★ Its new technology to adapt through emotional shock, emulating empathy, obtain new abilities and simulate human emotions; it all allows Luther to improvise when its software does not find a clear solution to whatever problem it confronts along the way to its priority mission, improvising a respond to situation of crisis. It also allows it to pass as a human its very deceiving attitude.

Likes: Clues to its priority one mission. Learning new skills. Learning people's codification.
Dislikes: Getting "Killed". Failing. To be stopped from achieving its mission.

Skills: Sharpshooter - Martial Advance Combat
Strengths: Find and destroy. Counter-intelligence. Counter-surveillance. Espionage.
Talents: Great at drawing.

Weaknesses: Dialogue with unreasonable characters. Sarcasm. Irony. Empathy.
Vices:Blind determination to accomplish its mission.
Addictions: Its mission.
Differently Abled Traits: None.
Affiliations: A several number of privates enterprises without name.
Loyalties: The Mission.
Family:[None]
Relationships: [None]

Friendships: [ PI : The AI designed to supervise the LUTHER project and to rebuild them in case if any of them fail their mission. ]
Frequently Found: None prefferable district or location.
Attire:
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Looking For
✪ Accomplish the mission.
✪ End of the discord.
✪ Save lives.
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