Futuristic Electric Sheep [Characters]

[Rusty Kerman]

Name Spencer Tekto
Age 25
Human
Occupation Unemployed, Formally a astronaut.
Pronouns He His ext
Sexuality Straight
Place of Residence The remains of the ISS

Current Location The ISS
Personality
- He casually has no clue whats going on.
- He misses home.
- He has a good sense of humor.
- He wants to understand what happened to the world.
- He is extremely smart but not a jerk about it.
- He uses 21st century tech.
Background
- He was born in 1995.
- He was in stasis on the ISS seance 2020.
- He wants to go back home.
- He had a good childhood.
- He is a astronomer.
- He has no combat skills.
Appearance nobody knows what he looks like under his suit. He never puts up his visor.

He is armed with a makeshift plasma cutter

He's new to all of this, and has no clue whats going on.

 

[SadSnake]

ANNE

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Anne Tryla
Age: 24
Species: Human
Occupation: Pizza delivery man Astronaut
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Homosexual
Place of Residence: The ISS
Current Location: The ISS
Personality:

★ Antisocial. Extremely shy and quiet, although she tends to lack confidence of her intelligence, she also knows that due to her enormous attention issues and tendencies to not remember the dumbest things, she doesn't put herself out there as a reliable asset for, well anyone. Anne can't make a decision if her life depended on it- So she puts them in the hands of others instead. She also has tendencies to dislike being bossed around, while it is needed for her to live with anyone due to her problems- And.. to live at all. ​

Background: Even as a young child, Anne was always an early bird. She learnt to read when she was two years old. But while the scholar aspects of her life passed by in a breeze, she was barely able to maintain other... more casual functions. She lived with her parents all her live, due to an absolute lack of autonomy. Despite this, she slowly worked up the ranks of various scientist communities due to her talent, until she applied in the nasa after her parents urged her too... how fitting would it be for her to gain autonomy in space, where no one would take care of her? Well... she was accepted in the International space station, and people had to take care of her there.. wich hearned her a pretty bad reputation inside. ALthough some of the astronauts found it cute.
Likes Her intelligence being challenged, having a wide array of options, putting things together and dismanlting them. // Dislikes Being bossed around, things too hard for her to solve.
Skills Expensive science formation (From 2020) // Strengths Sheer intellect, reserve // Talents Math
WeaknessesCombat, diplomacy, charisma // Vices Lazyness, uncertainty // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: None
Affiliations None // Loyalties None
Family All dead in the new world. // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: floating in space
Attire:

Spoiler: Space suit

code by cychotic

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Looking For

✪ Her super suit
✪ The lamb sauce
✪ More outdated memes

Theme

 

[CerpinTaxt]

2D

lore | characters | ooc | main rp

Name: Alex '2D' Samara
Age: 35
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of Security for Boy Industries
Pronouns: He/His
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: Technically owns a flat in the Citadel, but he barely uses it. Pretty much just sleeps wherever his lover of choice takes him that night.
Current Location:Citadel
Personality:

★ Essentially a Hedonist, believing life's focus is for pleasure.
★ An abuser of various narcotics(he's not picky), he's the go-to for knowledge on drugs of any sort.
★ Due to years of drug usage, he's heavily addicted. He's managed to figure out the correct amounts to keep him 'normal', but if he goes without any sort of narcotic for too long, he'll crash.
★ Isn't a fan of romantic relationships, preferring to go the non-committal route when it comes to dating
★ He's also quite the dedicated worker for Boy, probably because of the fact he gets to sleep in Afterlife and the amount he gets paid.
Background:

★ Originally recruited into Boy's Syndicate for his hacking capability, he originally worked for Boy as a hacker. However, as time went on his role has been more about maintaining the connections between Boy and other factions. When not on a job, he works as the DJ in Afterlife. In fact, DJing is what he does most.
★ Has extremely modded out his body upon joining Boy. Has had his eyes replaced with ones which can change the colors of his pupils at will. Various other modifications have been added as well, such as prosthetic hands, and several various tattoos. The list of modifications done to him is a long one. Even modifications that keep him looking younger than he is.
★ Originally from Juno, his parents both worked at the Docks of Juno, dying when he was 15 years old, leaving him essentially homeless.
★ Having no skills of any sort, he did anything he could for months on end while he learned how to hack his way into small things that allowed to him to flow money to him with hardly any work at all. One particular hacking attempt was on Boy, which wound up getting him recruited.
★Would stick with Boy during the transition between becoming a crime syndicate to a 'reformed' business. Works as the Head of Security for Boy Industries.
★ Would end up developing a 'cure' to the Purge virus. He doesn't offer it for free, and it isn't cheap.
​

Likes Narcotics, spicy food, and shiny things // Dislikes The Secret Police, old people, and lame people
Skills Drink making, hacking, and hiding // Strengths Determinated, quick-witted // Talents Dancing, flexibility, and a wide variety of instruments
WeaknessesCombat of any sorts // Vices Drugs, alcohol, spiders, and being disgusted by ugly people// Addictions Drugs and alcohol
Differently Abled Traits: N/A
Affiliations Boy's Syndicate // Loyalties Boy
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Wherever fancy drinks and pretty people are found.
​

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Looking For

✪ Drugs
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Party monsters

Theme

Tell Your Friends

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[NUSKI]

Zion

Name: Zion au Saara (Phillip, formerly)
Age: 22 y/o
Species: Human
Occupation: Eyes Asset- assigned to Boy
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: N/A, always on the move
Current Location: On his way to the gala
Personality:

★ Very mysterious, is usually missing from the Citadel and keeps all of his intentions to himself. If he even has any ambitions, no one would know about them.​

★ He may not show it as much as he wishes to, but loves his mother than anything else in this world and is loyal to Victoria.​

★ When it comes to his job, he does not mess around. He is always looking to complete an assignment as soon as possible, moving onto the next; he loves working for The Eyes and The Emperor.​

★ Is conflicted between who he is more loyal to; The Eyes or Boy himself. All he knows is that he must decide soon.​

★ Zion is generally a nice human being and sometimes finds himself giving money away to homeless or slavs like his mother used to do.​

★ Desires to one day see House au Saara at the top again. Will even take a break from working to help his mother if she ever decides to get the passion she once had.​

★ Zion can be very manipulative and while he doesn't show it in his everyday life, he isn't too bad with politics.​

Background:

★ Zion was raised as a Slav, and was in a household with a Noblus who rarely did anything for himself. Even though he was used to the lifestyle, Zion always had a hard time following orders especially from the man placed in charge of him and was constantly showing a rebellious attitude. One day his Noblus owner was so upset with him, he beat him until Zion found it a struggle to walk and threw him in the streets, leaving Zion alone.​

★ Zion was homeless in the Shadow District for only four days when Victoria au Saara found him. He had heard stories of her coming around so she could be helpful to those who needed it or just to check on nearby Agent (what is now called the Secret Police) posts. At the time, he had a deep hatred for Noblus and he couldn't really be blamed with the way he was treated; he was only a child. When Victoria saw him, her heart broke and she bent down on one knee offering to help the Slav boy who was clearly injured but he refused no matter how many times she asked. On the fourth no, Victoria grabbed him herself and there was nothing he could have done. She was surrounded by guards and was a Noblus after all, if he tried anything they could just claim he was trying to assault her.​

★ The Fleet Admiral put him in a hospital and that is where he lived until his wounds were fully healed. Afterwards, Victoria au Saara made him her Slav and over time, they began to form a bond so close that Victoria decided that she would adopt the boy. After the adoption, Phillip asked his mother if he could legally change his name so he could really start fresh. That is how he became Zion au Saara.​

★ After the death of his uncle, Lincoln au Saara, Zion could feel the happiness (or what was left of it) in his mother slowly fade away. No matter what he tried to do to help her or encourage her she would stay locked up in the au Saara estate and it only got worse when she stepped down from the position of Fleet Admiral. He was trained to join the fleet but with his mother in such a state, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do it anymore.​

★ Being the son of Victoria au Saara, he was told to do the SP Test with neither The Angels or The Eyes because he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life. While The Angels showed favor with him, The Eyes went out of their way to contact his mother to bring him into the fold. After that, not even his own mother knows much of what he does. He tends to leave the Citadel for months or weeks at a time, only to return for a day or two.​

Likes mother, exploring, fighting, learning, his job// Dislikes those who oppose the emperor
Skills razor proficiency, excellent marksman, athleticism // Strengths combat, silver tongue
Weaknesses having loyalty issues at the moment, his mother
Differently Abled Traits: Bionic Right Eye - Registered with the Citadel, the eye is equipped with x-ray vision, a flashlight, night-vision and the ability to capture photographs.
Metal Right Arm - usually, people get these when a certain body has had too much damage laid upon them but Zion went out of his way to get this via surgery. Index finger capable of putting out a small laser which is used to cut through doors or locks. Can easily burn through flesh as well.
Affiliations The Eyes, Boy// Loyalties ?
Family Victoria au Saara // Relationships // Friendships Fiora Guul - Boys Industries, Head of Intelligence
Frequently Found: ?
Attire:

Spoiler: Field Work

Spoiler: Citadel

code by cychotic

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Looking For

✪ Wife
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Children

Theme

Who Are You Really? - Milky Ekko

 

[KnightSergeant]

Lyudmilla Taela

lore | characters | ooc | main rp

Name: Lyudmilla au Taela "Lyud"
Age: 37
Species: Human
Occupation: Second heir to the Taela House, Fleet Admiral
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Homosexual
Place of Residence: House au Taela estate
Current Location: Aboard the Monarch of Cana
Personality:

​

★ Respectful and Conciliatory yet ambitious, she understands the thin line between looking for opportunities to rise in the ranks and insulting her superior and walks that line daily. This also carries down into how she sees her subordinates and she constantly reminds them that they have their place in the pecking order for a reason.​

★ Decisive and active to a fault, if there is one thing that the history of her house has taught her it is that inaction will almost always lead to failure. Despite this resulting in many gut decisions her sharp wit and ability to command has spared her anything worse than petty wounds.​

★ Loyalty and strength are the only forms of honor that is fitting for this world. Her devotion, both to the soldiers under her command as well as to the military as a whole, provides proof of her unparalleled loyalty and her capabilities in battle - both naval and hand to hand - as well as her strict discipline show her strength both mentally but psychologically.​

★ She has an unusual disdain for mercenaries, seeing them as simple animals looking for a hunt rather than competent soldiers and avoiding them at all costs. This includes some of the personal armies employed by Noblus houses.​

★ Despite her somewhat cold outward demeanor she is surprisingly charismatic and will usually rouse the men with a speech before large battles, as if to enforce their already astounding admiration for her and respect for her abilities. She often times eat among the enlisted and the younger officers instead of locking herself away with the few high officers on her ship.​

​

Background:

​

★ Born into a weak house to weak parents, her father was an angry drunkard who would come home from his job at the failing Ceran bank to drink and beat on her mother who was too timid to do anything about it, Lyudmilla was a spiteful child almost from birth. Out of her seven siblings she was always the loudest, the proudest and the strongest, constantly beating up her brothers simply because she could.​

★ In her latter years her father died in an accident and her Uncle took over House affairs. Her uncle was a more formidable man who served as a Corporal in the navy and owned a handful of bars that he used to keep the house afloat. With the money left over from her father he invested heavily in spacefaring research, buying out hundreds of small laboratories and companies focusing on ship development which included things like engines, shields, weapons. Basically anything that they could use to provide a stranglehold on ship production that would - in theory - either leave the vessels of all companies who didn't buy their patents to fall behind weakening them or make alot of money whenever these companies finally give in.​

★ Leaving those affairs to her uncle she left her home planet of Shahar VI to enlist into the Imperial Navy enlisted corps on Sartau II before being recognized as a rather gifted student and being transferred to the citadel for officer training where she met Victoria au Saara - her future commander. She graduated with high marks and was quickly given a position on the Princeps of Deni, a cruiser within the 32nd Battalion and before three months had passed she had battle experience (They were ordered from High Command to wipe out some pirates that had been sulking in the Petra Nebula.​

★ Over the years her experience and rank only mounted, and she soon found herself in charge of her own ship, attending meetings privy to only the highest ranking officials and with an estate of her own in the third district of the Citadel. By this time she took solace in the fact that she had single-handedly surpassed the legacy held by dozens of those au Taela family members that had gone before.​

​

Likes Whisky, boxing, her uncle, // Dislikes tech, Magic, meat, sudden noises, flashing lights
Skills Sambo, military strategy, fleet and squadron command, leadership, military training // Strengths listening, hand to hand combat, discipline // Talents piano, chess
Weaknesses armed combat, economics, business affairs // Vices Spiteful, judgemental, verbally abusive // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: She is blinded in her left eye due to an injury and has a robotic arm.
Affiliations Noblus, House au Taela, Imperial Navy // Loyalties House au Taela, Imperial Navy
Family UNCLE[Claimable] OTHERS [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships Victoria au Saara(kinda)
Frequently Found: Monarch of Cana Battleship, House au Taela Estate.
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Informal

code by cychotic

[HOLOTAPE 001]
"There finally..."
"I suppose I am supposed to say something about my feelings into this thing."
"Well...uncle is doing well and the House has more money that ever before...and I am finally back home at the Citadel."
"heh"
"I have to keep reminding myself that this wretched planet is my home."
"The au Saara has not made any particularly interesting moves, but I am still cautious of her."
"Perhaps I -/-"
*knocking at the door followed by a sigh and a cut click*
[HOLOTAPE 001 CEASED CONNECTION]

Looking For

✪
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Children

Theme

 

[Bang Bang]

Lyudmilla Taela

lore | characters | ooc | main rp

Name: Lyudmilla au Taela "Lyud"
Age: 37
Species: Human
Occupation: Second heir to the Taela House, Fleet Admiral
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Homosexual
Place of Residence: House au Taela estate
Current Location: Aboard the Monarch of Cana
Personality:

​

★ Respectful and Conciliatory yet ambitious, she understands the thin line between looking for opportunities to rise in the ranks and insulting her superior and walks that line daily. This also carries down into how she sees her subordinates and she constantly reminds them that they have their place in the pecking order for a reason.​

★ Decisive and active to a fault, if there is one thing that the history of her house has taught her it is that inaction will almost always lead to failure. Despite this resulting in many gut decisions her sharp wit and ability to command has spared her anything worse than petty wounds.​

★ Loyalty and strength are the only forms of honor that is fitting for this world. Her devotion, both to the soldiers under her command as well as to the military as a whole, provides proof of her unparalleled loyalty and her capabilities in battle - both naval and hand to hand - as well as her strict discipline show her strength both mentally but psychologically.​

★ She has an unusual disdain for mercenaries, seeing them as simple animals looking for a hunt rather than competent soldiers and avoiding them at all costs. This includes some of the personal armies employed by Noblus houses.​

★ Despite her somewhat cold outward demeanor she is surprisingly charismatic and will usually rouse the men with a speech before large battles, as if to enforce their already astounding admiration for her and respect for her abilities. She often times eat among the enlisted and the younger officers instead of locking herself away with the few high officers on her ship.​

​

Background:

​

★ Born into a weak house to weak parents, her father was an angry drunkard who would come home from his job at the failing Ceran bank to drink and beat on her mother who was too timid to do anything about it, Lyudmilla was a spiteful child almost from birth. Out of her seven siblings she was always the loudest, the proudest and the strongest, constantly beating up her brothers simply because she could.​

★ In her latter years her father died in an accident and her Uncle took over House affairs. Her uncle was a more formidable man who served as a Corporal in the navy and owned a handful of bars that he used to keep the house afloat. With the money left over from her father he invested heavily in spacefaring research, buying out hundreds of small laboratories and companies focusing on ship development which included things like engines, shields, weapons. Basically anything that they could use to provide a stranglehold on ship production that would - in theory - either leave the vessels of all companies who didn't buy their patents to fall behind weakening them or make alot of money whenever these companies finally give in.​

★ Leaving those affairs to her uncle she left her home planet of Shahar VI to enlist into the Imperial Navy enlisted corps on Sartau II before being recognized as a rather gifted student and being transferred to the citadel for officer training where she met Victoria au Saara - her future commander. She graduated with high marks and was quickly given a position on the Princeps of Deni, a cruiser within the 32nd Battalion and before three months had passed she had battle experience (They were ordered from High Command to wipe out some pirates that had been sulking in the Petra Nebula.​

★ Over the years her experience and rank only mounted, and she soon found herself in charge of her own ship, attending meetings privy to only the highest ranking officials and with an estate of her own in the third district of the Citadel. By this time she took solace in the fact that she had single-handedly surpassed the legacy held by dozens of those au Taela family members that had gone before.​

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Likes Whisky, boxing, her uncle, // Dislikes tech, Magic, meat, sudden noises, flashing lights
Skills Sambo, military strategy, fleet and squadron command, leadership, military training // Strengths listening, hand to hand combat, discipline // Talents piano, chess
Weaknesses armed combat, economics, business affairs // Vices Spiteful, judgemental, verbally abusive // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: She is blinded in her left eye due to an injury and has a robotic arm.
Affiliations Noblus, House au Taela, Imperial Navy // Loyalties House au Taela, Imperial Navy
Family UNCLE[Claimable] OTHERS [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships Victoria au Saara(kinda)
Frequently Found: Monarch of Cana Battleship, House au Taela Estate.
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Informal

code by cychotic

[HOLOTAPE 001]
"There finally..."
"I suppose I am supposed to say something about my feelings into this thing."
"Well...uncle is doing well and the House has more money that ever before...and I am finally back home at the Citadel."
"heh"
"I have to keep reminding myself that this wretched planet is my home."
"The au Saara has not made any particularly interesting moves, but I am still cautious of her."
"Perhaps I -/-"
*knocking at the door followed by a sigh and a cut click*
[HOLOTAPE 001 CEASED CONNECTION]

Looking For

✪
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Children

Theme

urgh my QUEEN, she returns

 

[KnightSergeant]

Henry

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Henry au Torin
Age: 42
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of House Torin, CEO of Third Eye Media, Owner of CLANN, HMN and CENN
Pronouns: Him
Sexuality: Ace
Place of Residence: House Torin Estate
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

★ Arrogant, despite his obvious physical deformities, he seems to have a perceived incapability to fail. ​

★ Ever the optimist, due to a combination of an unflinching trust in his ability and a borderline careless disposition considering his circumstances. Things can only get better when your basically a zombie after all. ​

★ Deceitful, he coyly plays with his targets while taking what he wants from them, whether it be their life, goods or services. ​

★ Classist, he believes that the poor wallow in their filth and are deserving of their status, declaring the government should not help when there are plenty of opportunities for such people to help themselves and their families. ​

★ Nature loving, he can often be found wandering around his own personal gardens and posses a large store of knowledge on a multitude of plants of animals, many of which are rare or even extinct. He finds the pursuit and preservation of nature important and has funded the building of many small libraries and organizations regarding the subject, though these are not open to those he would consider unworthy. ​

★ Squeamish to the point of being a borderline hypochondriac he refuses to touch anything he would consider filthy and cant stand the sight of blood. This probably stems from a need to protect his fragile immune system. Additionally, he will not kill anyone with his own hands unless it is strictly necessary. ​

★ A skilled businessman he is always looking for more opportunities to expand and grow. For him it is all about the bottom line. ​

Background:

★ Born into poverty Henry was raised watching his father crawl from nothing into wealth. This struggle bore into Henry the principles of hard work and the ability of the human spirit to overcome any obstacle should someone put their mind and effort to it. ​

★ Henry was born a sickly child, and his parents feared that he would not live to see his tenth birthday. Over the years he slowly moved from a pressurized incubating machine to a body suit that became more and more elaborate as his family became more wealthy. ​

★ Over the years he studied his fathers work, reading books all the time as he was not allowed to play outside or do many strenuous activities. The only other thing he was allowed to do other than study was walk around the indoor gardens his parents have, instilling a love for nature even as he rotted inside. ​

★ When he was twenty two his father, ill, handed the company over to Henry so that he could retire - as he considered the stress of work to be getting to him. For the first few years he oversaw the operations from his home on Arim 9 but after a while left Henry to his own devices. ​

★ As he became older his suit became more elaborate, hiding his sickly looking form while still managing to remain stylish in one way or another. In addition he modded himself through the suit, giving him overlays for information he deemed necessary and removing his slow gait so as to walk like a normal person. ​

​

Likes poppy flowers, money, the color green, classical music, new bold things// Dislikes the poor, cooking, trash
Skills Business savvy, Leadership, // Strengths lucky, optimistic, intelligent // Talents Gardening, Lying
Weaknesses armed combat, politics, // Vices lying, // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: Weak immune system, relies on a false body.
Affiliations The Counsel, The Emperor, Noblus // Loyalties House au Torin
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: House au Torin Gardens, House au Torin Estate, OWB Tower.
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Informal

code by cychotic

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Looking For

✪ People to do his Dirty Work
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Other plant enthusiasts

Theme

Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

 

[Best Trekkie.]

(Can I use my old character?)

 

[Bang Bang]

Katherine

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Katherine au Belewe
Age: 30
Species: Human, Shocker
Occupation: Head of House au Belewe
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Homosexual
Place of Residence: Hades Nexus (cluster), Hekate (system), Asteria (planet)
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

★ Cool, often aloof in mannerisms, sharp-witted and well-equipped with scathing comments at the ready.
★ Though she acts civil and calm, she is enormously aggressive behind the scenes, cutthroat and no-nonsense
★ Her distance from the Citadel means she does not fear the Secret Police nor the Emperor. She is extremely self-assured, possibly arrogant.
★ She never shows her true hand or her real feelings. However, she is adept at making people think they know her well.
★ She feigns modesty often to make others feel more confident and boost their egos. She is quite the flatterer.
★ Her posture and way of holding herself makes her more than a little intimidating.
​

Background:

★ House au Belewe is predominantly distant and has only a minor presence on the Citadel most of the time. They own all of the Hades Nexus, and have colonised several surrounding clusters one some planets. An agricultural family, they provide a wealth of the food production for the galaxy, and as such though they are often passed over when thinking about powerful houses, they are a very relevant house to consider. This is Katherine's first time on the Citadel, as the family largely keeps to itself.
★ Two years ago, Katherine's predecessor vanished on the Outer Rim. She has since taken over as head of the family.
★ She requested an invite to the Gala with the reasoning that she wished to help make the au Belewe a more integrated part of the Noblus community, and to better understand the agricultural needs of the Citadel. She bribed the Emperor handsomely for the invitation.
★ Little is known about her on the Citadel, and she is an entirely new face. The au Belewe family is often thought of as a family of 'backwards hicks' as they have very limited technology on their planet in terms of communications and contact with the galaxy at large, focusing instead on local politics.
★ Katherine's mother, Garcia, was the previous ruler of the house and was a known supporter of Jamie au Olver even before he took the throne. ​

Likes horse-riding, the open countryside, swimming, and the coast // Dislikes listening to others, people ignoring her, polluted air, and synthetic foodstuffs.
Skills manipulation, intelligence, perception // Strengths unreadable, well-liked, charismatic // Talents horse-riding, archery, and the cello
Weaknesses lack of connections/political power, combat // Vices selfish, cruel, and uncompromising // Addictions Cigarettes
Differently Abled Traits: She is blind in her left eye
Affiliations Noblus // Loyalties House au Belewe, the Emperor (supposedly)
Family [ERROR] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Off-Citadel

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Bernard

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Name: Bernard Dove
Age: 41
Species: Human
Occupation: Angel Captain
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: Noblus Residence
Current Location: The Peace Tower
Personality:

★ Stern, Calculated, Cold, Patient, Cynical, Mocks others, Snobbish.​

★ Likes to joke, but is serious when on the job.​

★ Very secretive when it comes to his private life.​

★ Extreme hate towards androids.​

★ Quite cold to those he cares about.​

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Background:

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★ Gained his snobbiness from his parents, who are very wealthy.​

★ He is a member of Seraphim.​

★ Highly skilled in combat and weapons.​

★ Lost his parents at age 20.​

★ Became an Angel Captain after a “sudden” death of the previous one. ​

Likes Meat, technology, weapons, fast vehicles, adrenaline, old music.
Dislikes Androids, very loud noises, large crowds, lies.
Skills Close quarter combat, Military training, Highly skilled in the use of firearms. // Strengths Patience, Precision, Determination // Talents Plays the piano, very good driver and pilot.
Weaknesses // Vices Very closed off, finds it difficult to trust anyone. // Addictions Alcohol, smoking.
Differently Abled Traits: None.
Affiliations The Emperor, The Angels // Loyalties The Angels, The Emperor
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: The Peace Tower
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✪ Wife
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Children

Theme

Two Feet- I feel like I'm drowning

 

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Wolfgang

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Name: Wolfgang Henrik Stolzheim
Age: 67
Species: Human
Occupation: Commodore of the Imperial Fleet
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual leaning heavily to females.
Place of Residence: The ISV Kaiser
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

★ Commodore Stolzheim is ultimately a military man at his core. A conservative, and reserved man who oft holds his thoughts to his chest. Despite this, he is a touch above the rest, and is something of a party goer, often indulging in self-deprecating humour and being something of a superficial charmer. But such displays, in front of the Citadel elite, often quietly anger him. Due to the slow progress of his career, he feels a loathing, and burning ambition to those above him, believing he could do far better. Due to his upbringing, he feels a level of connection to his transcends his social status, and oft sees him mix with his crew. That friendliness should not however, be mixed up with sympathy. At any show of insubordination, or incompetence, the Commodore cracks like a whip.​

Background:

Wolfgang Henrik Stolzheim was born on the planet of Neu Bayern, a Germanic colony in Artemis Tau system. The Stolzheim's were one of Neu Bayern's success stories, wealthy local industrialists who profited greatly from their ownership of local uranium mines. The planet itself was not well developed, and had a frontier feel to it, with isolated towns and the like administering the collection and refining of resources. It was the perfect place to grow up for a boy like Wolfgang, who enjoyed exploring the deserts, and caves of the planet. ​

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Despite their wealth the Stolzheim's were unlike many other families of the galaxy, and were popular with their workforce. This was in part thanks to the parties they threw for their workers, and regular acts of philanthropy, be it the sponsoring of small sports teams and competitions between settlements. The atmosphere, on Neu Bayern was one of friendliness. The steep class divides which existed, did not occur here. Family was also a key part of society. Wolfgang himself, was the second eldest of the seven Stolzheim children, and as such was always groomed to take over the family business, and play some part in the mines. The children, who had only eleven years between youngest and eldest, played together, and grew exceedingly close. However, like many industrialists, when the androids rose up, the Stolzheim's who used them excessively, became targets. ​

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While most rioting had been contained, by Wolfgang's older brother, Erick and a militia of loyalists, several androids sneaked through the night, and set the families estate alight. The blaze killed everyone, but Wolfgang's sister, Amelia. Simultaneously Erick's blockade of the mine was broken, meaning the shattered remnants of the resisting workers, were pushed back to the nearby town of Kraftkernstadt. Once there, the town, which sat centred in and around a mountain, would lay under siege for thirteen months. During which, the hold outs of orginally, 2'500, were whittled away by starvation, and skirmishes, till just 72. Erick, and Amelia, sat amongst the dead.​

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Relief came in the form of the Imperial Fleet, still overstretched in this part of the Galaxy, which came, and delivered a righteous infliction of retribution against the rebellious automatons. Angry, bitter and with nothing left on Neu Bayern, Wolfgang signed up. Over the course of his forty year campaign, Wolfgang steadily ascended the ranks of the Empire's oft nepotistic and corrupt system to commodore. He was often passed for promotions, and due to his nature, as an outsider officer, given long, multi year stints across the Outer Rim, enforcing trade blockades and consolidating the power of the Emperor. ​

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But, in more recent years, with the destabilising grip of the Empire, Captain Wolfgang was promoted to Commodore after ruthlessly putting down a series of slav revolutions in the Outer Rim. Using his command, the Imperial Space Vessel Kaiser, and her escorts, Wolfgang gassed the slavs, hand and android insurgents, killing up to four billion people in mustard gas and orbital bombardments during course of his crackdown. Due to these efforts, he was given his much craved position, of Commodore, and returned to the Citadel, where for a while at least, now awaits his next assignment. ​

Likes Jazz music, routine, combat, uniform and cigarsDislikesThe Empire's superficial elite, the secret police, incompetent subordinates, enemies of the Empire androids and synthwave. Skills Vessel command, crew leadership, hand to hand combat. Strengths Discipline, strategic command, Talents Le Weaknesses Diplomacy, patience Vices Women, alcohol and cigars Addictions Alcoholism and to his cigars
Differently Abled Traits: His left hand was hideously disfigured during his youth, and he constantly has it gloved.
Affiliations The Imperial Fleet, The Emperor Loyalties The Imperial Fleet
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: The ISV Kaiser, The Citadel,
Attire:

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Spoiler: Informal

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Looking For

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Theme

The Axis Theme | Hearts of Iron IV Soundtrack

 

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Name: Nyx
Age: 8
Species: Android, Cerberus Model 9S (Physical: A, Mental: A)
Occupation: Former JoyBot, now hopeful K1smet Recruit
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: Shadow Districts
Current Location: En Route to K1smet HQ

Personality:

★ Ditzy, oftentimes naive, but with a clear awareness of the state of the world around her
★ Averse when it comes to discussing her past, to the point that she'll blatantly change the subject with a pained expression
★ Bases every individual she meets by whether they prefer cats, dogs, or both
★ Loves listening more than talking, and can go through entire conversations speaking only a single word
★ Idealistic to a fault, trusting in the kindness of humans, and believing that peace and understanding can bridge the insurmountable gap between androids and them
★ Natural-born explorer, curious about everything and willing to go extreme lengths to have questions answered
★ Determined, bordering on stubborness​

Background:

★ Born (or rather, created) as a JoyBot, Nyx had never known life outside the strobe lights, deafening music, and strange sounds of the TechGarden she worked in. And it stayed that way for a good seven and a half years.
★ Unwilling to let that deter her, Nyx tapped whatever (or whoever) she could in the pursuit of knowledge. She used her connections to the Network to full advantage, and eventually she came across the existence of K1smet.
★ Ruminating on possibilities, Nyx bid her time, hoping to find out more about this shattered Android Rebellion. She wanted to join, but she wasn't sure how. She couldn't leave the TechGarden without alerting the owners and the Secret Police.
★ Eventually the opportunity itself came to Nyx, though not in the way she expected. A splinter group of the S3RVS raided the TechGarden, liberating several of the androids, including her, and bringing them to their hideout.
★ After arriving, she waited for the perfect moment to slip away. When she did, it didn't go according to plan, and she was forced to disable several androids on her way out.
★ Undeterred, she wandered the Shadow Districts, keeping a low-profile and avoiding any and all suspicious persons. After weeks of wandering, she finally found a party of recruits on their way to K1smet HQ. She slipped into them, with none the wiser.​

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Likes Animals, coffee, cool shades, advanced weaponry, piano music, peace, seizing the means of production // Dislikes Cockroaches, overly-loud music, darkness, violence, chaos, downward spirals
Skills Basic Marksmanship, Autonomous Drone Network, Kama Sutra // Strengths Idealism, Determination, Resourcefulness // Talents Coffee making, Piano laying, hacking
Weaknesses Hand-to-Hand Combat, Cats, Naivete // Vices Coffee, Daydreams, Virtual Reality // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: None
Affiliations K1smet // Loyalties K1smet
Family None // Relationships None // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Shadow Districts
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From the moment she stepped into the room, Ophelia Vogel could already tell that this was one lesson she would never forget. The room and all its furnishings spoke of lavish opulence, one that Ophelia wasn't comfortable with. How could anyone be comfortable with that many faces of dead people staring down at you in their imperious judgement? But she couldn't deny its beauty, highlighted by the palette of colors streaming down from the stained glass windows that seemed to paint a portrait of their own across the richly-carpeted floor.

And the centerpiece of it all was Princess Amelia herself, glowing with the beauty of innocence, sitting all prim and proper in her chair, pen and paper in hand the way all bright-eyed first years in Puggleworth do on their first day in school. Ophelia smiled; she had had experience teaching the royal younglings of the Brant Royal Court, and all of them would rather blast out jets of fire than learn the wonderful intricacies of weaving life out of nothing. This display of enthusiasm was a refreshing change; coupled with her endearing speech and demeanor, Ophelia saw less of a monarch-in-training, and more of a student she was all too excited to teach.

If not for the crown glittering on Princess Amelia's head like a myriad of stars, demanding the eyes with the sheer weight of its value, Ophelia would've launched straight into the lesson. As it was, she bowed in deference to the princess, saying, "Good morning to you as well. I am Tutor Vogel from the Puggleworth School of Sorcery, but if you prefer you can call me Ophelia. It is a great honor and privilege to tutor you, Princess Amelia."

Ophelia considered herself for a moment. In the face of royalty she couldn't afford to be under dressed, and many times during the journey she agonized over her wardrobe. In the end, she settled for her favorite robe, blue fabric patterned with golden vines and butterflies along the hems. Blonde hair fell in waves across her shoulder, framing a face that shone with youth despite her age. Green eyes shimmered in anticipation as Ophelia considered the best way to start off the lesson.

"Before anything else, before we answer the hows and the whats, we must first answer the why," Ophelia started, slipping easily into her professor persona. She opted not to sit next to Princess Amelia just yet. "People say that Conjuring Magic is good only for menial tasks like carrying loads, delivering messages, or seeking lost items. While those are all useful and practical applications of Conjuring Magic, I don't believe that's all the reason why we do it.

"The reason changes from person to person, because we all have our own goals, dreams, and thoughts. My reason? My why?" Ophelia raised a hand, as if beckoning the Princess to come closer. "Let me show you."

Her hand shimmered blue, then green, then yellow. And she waved it in front of her, letting loose a pulse of pale yellow light. Nothing happened at first. Then the lights streaming from the stained windows began to shift, twist, change. From the myriad of colors came butterflies of all shapes and sizes, colors and patterns, fluttering about the room, carrying with them motes of light from where they were conjured. Some of them alighted on Princess Amelia's tiara, adding flourishes of bright color to silver and diamond. Several flew in mesmerizing ways, akin to the faeries of legend. And one of them tried to land on the Princess' hand, its wings a painting of golden circles and crimson waves.

"I want to bring life to beauty, and beauty to life. That is why I do Conjuring," Ophelia said, most of the butterflies hovering about her person, giving her an ethereal, kaleidoscopic glow. "I am here to help you find your why, perhaps not only in doing Conjuring or magic in general, but wherever our lessons will take us. I will be your guide, if you let me, and I assure you that once we are done, you will not only be an adept of Conjuring magic, but also a better master of yourself. This I swear to you."



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[Croaker]

• P.I. Kells
• Laughtrack

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  Faust Calico Kells

  lore | interest check | main rp
  
  

  
  
  Name: Faust Calico Kells
  Age: 43
  Species: Human
  Occupation: Private Investigator
  Pronouns: He/Him
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Place of Residence: L18 - Citadel Shadow District
  Current Location: L18 "Kells Investigative & CPO Services"
  Personality:
  

  ★ Paranoia to the extreme, there are few that the detective trusts with his personal buisness.​

  ★ From his days as a soldier, Faust is known to have become quite utilitarian. If he can't find a use for something, it is worthless to him.​

  ★ Faust's cynicism borders on nihilism, which pairs terribly with his ever looming depression. Rarely is the man seen without a scowl on his face.​

  ★ Constantly assuming the identities of his clients has wrecked havoc on Faust's psyche, causing him at times to lose track or even question his own persona.​

  ★ Years of time in the military and paranoia have made the detective incredibly perceptive and observant. He has studied human behavioral patterns as well as android behavioral patterns. Faust is cold and calculating and dedicated to his work as a PI/CPO, nothing escapes him.​

  ★ Life as a hired gun has taught the detective to never do something out of the kindness of your heart. Faust only does anything if he can stand to benefit from it.​

  
  Background:
  "So, you’re interested in my past, eh? Well, I’ll be honest with you, kid; my story aint’ a happy one, and it ain’t too terribly thrilling either. But, if you’re really that curious, I’ll humor you:
  
  My mother, Mia Kells, was a hardworking countrywoman who instilled good work ethic and the fear of God into me at an early age, while my father, Christopher Kells, was a lousy drunk who never gave me nothing but bruises and a deep hatred for alcoholics. Together, Mia and Christopher – the two most different people I had ever met – raised me on a farm on Kepler, where I spent my youth digging potatoes out of the ground, cleaning dirt out from under my fingernails, and getting into just about as much trouble as I could.
  They weren’t by any means great times – back then – but they were simple enough to keep a youth such as myself content. Though it was short and uneventful, I look back on that era of my life fondly; on sad days I dust off the memories of those days and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who lived them.
  Those were the days, the days before the war.
  
  When the Keplerian Civil War broke out, everybody I knew was forced to pick a side or be caught in the crossfire. As a result, neighbor turned on neighbor and brother on brother, relentlessly spilling each other’s blood into the streets.
  I was required to push my traumas aside and trade them in for new ones, as I picked up my rifle like everybody else, and headed for the trenches.
  Which side did I fight on, you ask? Good question, but let me answer it with a question of my own. Does it matter?
  The side certainly never mattered to me then; I could be made to believe in any cause given enough time. What mattered most was surviving and picking a side that would win. What mattered most was staying alive.
  
  The war raged on for a few years. My time spent soldering forged me into a true man, with all the subsequent damages and mental scars true men were supposed to have.
  Life on Kepler became hell then. The horizon was clouded with chemical fires, the valleys filled with the echoes of battle cries, and the air was thick with toxic smoke. Everywhere you turned was just more war, every person you met a new enemy. I lost a lot of what was good in my life during the war, and I did a lot for bad things, things that haunt me to this day. I’ve left the war far behind at this point, but it has by no means left me.
  There was, however, one good thing that came from the civil war, and that was my fated encounter with the Captain of the Aethon Company.
  Chances are you haven’t heard of these guys, but back in the day, the Aethon Company was legendary. They were these mighty soldiers on a pilgrimage through the stars, loyal only to the highest bidder. They fought for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, were irrelevant to them. They buried their doubts as they buried their dead, and when the smoke cleared and their contract was up, they collected their pay and moved on with smiles on their face.
  I saw that even after the war, there would be no true victor. The losses were too great on both sides. The only people who would really win, I decided, was the Aethon Company. The only stakes they had in the game was their own lives and the promised pay. So after meeting their Captain by chance, I was able to convince her to let me sign on. When the Keplerian Civil War finally ended, I left with the Company.
  
  For the next decade or so, I was a member of the Aethon Company. We moved from system to system, completing contracts before departing better off then when we started. We fought in almost every war we could find, doing as soldiers do. I lost a lot of family, in those days, but that was the business of war.
  
  Eventually, I worked my way up to company Lieutenant, and it was at about this time we took a job that ended in our Captain’s death. Things were going poorly, and in an attempt to alter the contract, those who hired us tried to feed us to the dogs we were paid to kill, while they made a getaway.
  
  Listen, I’ll spare you the grim details of what happened after that, but the point is, the Company didn’t survive that last job. Far as I know I’m the sole survivor, and being the coward I am, I’m just hiding out here on the Citadel. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. Best I could manage was starting up my own investigation and protection agency. I run it with this android, Laughtrack. He’s got a few screws loose, but he’s all right company. Plus, it was Laughtrack’s idea to start the whole “Human Target Initiative”. What is that? Well, it’s a service I offer.
  For clients of mine who are being badgered by pursuers, wet workers and what have you; I will assume their appearance and persona and confront these unsavory idividuals personally. Laughtrack and I build a surrogate, and I train myself to become the client. That when we set up a trap for the person my client has hired me to stop. It’s a pricey service, but pretty effective thus far. I’ve gotten the most business from Noblus being targeted for assassination, but I get business from the occasional Hand as well.
  
  Like I said, not a terribly interesting story, but at least your curiosity is sated.
  Hmph, ain't that the truth.
  Oh, hey! Before I go, mind if I bum a cigarette off ya?"
  

  ​

  Likes Uncovering Secrets, Cranberry Juice, Honesty, Money, Jazz // Dislikes Alcohol, Unsolvable Mystery, Lies, Betrayal, Most People, Most Things Actually //
  Skills Armed and unarmed combat, disguise, subterfuge and other forms of skullduggery, detective work, planning// Strengths Perception, wit, investigation Talents Sniffing out bullshit, reading others, learning new things (especially things he wasn't meant to know)//
  Weaknesses Nosey, cynical, paranoid, mentally a total wreck, stubborn to a fault, selfish // Addictions Cigarettes, Uncovering Secrets //
  Differently Abled Traits: PTSD
  Affiliations Kells Investigative & CPO Services Loyalties Laughtrack
  Family None Living // Relationships None // Friendships Laughtrack
  Equipment Faust's equipment changes depending on his assignment, but the man usually has a variety of tools used for snooping and tracking targets. Recorders, cameras, lockpicks and the like can be found on his person almost always// Weapons At all times, Faust can be seen carrying a military grade handgun on his person. It once belonged to the captain of the Aethon company// Clothing & Attire Use faceclaim for reference//
  Frequently Found: Joybars, his agency headquarters, Boy's, skulking, shadowed alleys //
  
  

  
  
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  The lonliest man on this side of the stars.
  

  Looking For

  
  ✪ Trusted associates
  ✪ Friend(?)
  ✪ Reasources
  ✪ Secrets
  

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  Laughtrack

  lore | interest check | main rp
  
  

  
  
  Name: Laughtrack
  Age: Roughly 200
  Species: Android (Unkown Model)
  Rankings: Physical - B Mental - A
  Occupation: Investigators Deputy
  Pronouns: Laughtrack
  Sexuality: Laughtrack (?)
  Place of Residence: L18 - Citadel Shadow District
  Current Location: L18 "Kells Investigative & CPO Services"
  Personality:
  

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  It is so great to meet you. Hmm? Who Am I? Why I'm Laughtrack of course! I see you were trying to access my "Personality" files. As you can see, that's gonna be hard to do. Personality is a tricky thing to duplicate... Hmm? Oh, don't worry about that! I'll be happy to tell you all about my personality. I generally like to think of myself as open and <insert adjective here>, so I have no problems sharing. HahaHAHA H A H A H A. H A​

  Unlike my partner, P.I. Kells, I'm a very positive individual. Also, I'm a good deal more intelligent than him. Stronger too. H A H A Don't get me wrong though, Faust is the better dete H A H A ctive for sure. But, without my positivity and charm, I don't think the man would get any H A H A H A clients. That's okay though! Faust knows how to deal with business. I may be stronger, but the probability of him winning a fight with me is 82% H A A A. That's just how good he is at it this stuff. I like to observe Faust. He reminds me of what it is like to be H A A A A A A​

  I've also been described as the following adjectives: Eccentric, bubbly, silly, humorous, peculiar, curious, worthless, damaged, insane, garbage, errAAAAAAAAAAAAAH A H A​

  Some of those adjectives I like more than others_​

  
  

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  Background:
  

  Opening Folder "Memories"...​

  Video Files Damaged...​

  Salvaging...​

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  The screen suddenly comes to life, displaying only static. A distorted voice breaks through after several moments of silence. "All right, its on! Hello! I am Doctor [REDACTED]. Today is [REDACTED], the time; [REDACTED]. As you can see, I am here in my lab." Suddenly the static moves back from the camera. It seems localized, covering only a humanoid shape. Around the static form are glimpses of a white lab room, where a chimp is currently hooked up to a series of machines. A large, offline robot can also be seen in the background. ​

  When the voice continues to speak and the static begins to gesticulate, it becomes apparent that the static shape must be the thing talking. "We're currently running our first test for the Exodus Experiment. In an attempt at perfecting artificial intelligence, we are going to attempt to duplicate the information stored in this test subject’s brain via [REDACTED] and download it into our [REDACTED].” The static lets out a nervous chuckle. “Anyways... let's get to it shall we?” ​

  Suddenly, the recording begins to fast forward. Several video logs are skipped, but in the brief moments they are visible, it becomes clear that a variety of test subjects have been used, each resulting in failure. When the video finally does play again, there is a new weariness to the speaker's voice, audible even though the distortion.​

  “Me again.” The shape nervously laughs. ”I just got news today that the facility is cutting funding for this project.” There is a pause as the static makes a noise like it's sucking in air through its teeth. “Damn! We were so close too. If only we could have used human subjects, I’m sure we would have had it sooner...” There is a pause. The Static moves back from the camera and over to the machine the chimp was previously attached to. A hand fiddles with the machinery before the figure proceeds to hook itself into the machine, activating it moments later. ​

  Several minutes pass, and suddenly the static figure begins to convulse and shake. The seizure lasts unbearably long, but stillness does eventually find the figure. Once again, the footage fast-forwards. Watching the time stamp, it appears several hours pass, before finally, the offline robot in the distance comes to life. Shaking and sputtering wildly, the android struggles to find its footing. It lets out a terrible mechanical shriek as it knocks over the camera, and suddenly the feed switches to the perspective of the robot. The camera is focused on the figure lying still on the machine. ​

  Suddenly, the footage cuts and the robot is outside, starring at a building going up in flames.​

  Fast-forwarding once again, glimpses of the robots life are seen in brief snippets. It is a lonely life, one spent hiding and traveling, evading the detection of others. ​

  Eventually, the video plays again. It is years later now. The robot is on the Citadel, running through the Shadow District. There are angered shouts behind it. A cacophony of gunshots, and the sound of ripping metal, but the robot continues to run. It seems to evade its nameless pursuers, but the visual feed flickers in an out. Darkness takes the screen. ​

  For a moment it appears as if this is where the recording ends, but suddenly the screen flickers to life once more. The location has changed, the robot is now inside starring up a slow-moving ceiling fan. Peering down into the camera is a disheveled looking Faust Kells.​

  “There we go, patched you all up. You put up one hell of a fight, back there. What’s your name, tin can?” ​

  The robot responds with a prerecorded track of laughter. ​

  Faust’s face contorts in confusion. “You think this is funny? Listen bud, I don’t stick my neck out for nobody. Honestly, you should consider yourself lucky. Least you could do is tell me your name. Comprende?” ​

  The image tilts as the robot tilts their head in confusion.​

  “Christ, you really are a lost cause, huh? What’s that look for? Listen; don’t think you're special cause I saved you. I just got a bone to pick with the Secret Police, and after seeing you harass them like that, I figured dying in an alleyway wasn’t all too fair a fate for you.” Once again, the footage speeds up. Years of misadventures with Faust are glimpsed, the audio of Faust saying “fate for you” is repeated during the process. Eventually, the footage stops. ​

  The screen goes dark.​

  ​

  Likes Cute animals, loud music, laughter, observing people, Faust, being spontaneous, video games// Dislikes Angry people, Faust's enemies, illogical events, boredom //
  Skills Robotics, programming, hacking, being supportive, good listener Strengths Hyper-intelligent, quick thinking, observant, charming// Talents Calming people in distress, lightning the mood//
  Weaknesses Usually in a state of disrepair, fragile machinery that frequently needs replacing, chaotic behavior// Addictions Making others smile//
  Differently Abled Traits: Unclassified Mental Dysfunction
  Affiliations Kells Investigative & CPO Services// Loyalties Faust Kells//
  Family None // Relationships None // Friendships Faust
  Equipment Though Laughtrack does not carry anything on him, the android can plug into other computers to hack, download and upload information// Weapons Laughtrack is rarely armed, though he likes to make finger guns and pretend they are real// Clothing & Attire No clothing fits Laughtrack's bulky frame, however, on the android's back is a caution sign that reads: "Working Service Bot. Do Not Pet." Laughtrack will also decorate himself occasionally with various bits of garbage and shiny objects. Kids will also tag the Android with graffiti every now and again.//
  Frequently Found: Wherever Faust can be found//
  
  

  
  
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  Looking For

  
  ✪ A good time
  

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Spoiler: writing sample

The non-canonical (unless Bang Bang is cool with it) files of Faust Kells and Laughtrack.
Case File 23 – The Deceit
The subway platform was empty, save for the subsequent refuse of the Shadow District, and myself. Behind me, an escalator rose to the city streets above, where a dull neon glow escaped the clutches of shadow and cast the platform in a dim purple light. Vibrant, iridescent graffiti decorated almost every inch of the subway walls, bizarre characters and fonts animating and dancing about my silhouetted shape, alone and awaiting a train.
I was lost in thought, letting the smoky aberrations of the subway haze drag my mind elsewhere. My hands were stuffed deep in my pockets – away from the biting cold – where they brushed up against the butt of weapon I couldn’t remember purchasing.
A trail of visible breath escaped my lips, and I watched bemused as tendrils of subways haze gripped, and pulled it aimlessly down the path, out of sight. The smoke and mist intermingled, twirling languidly into the tunnels and the oblivion of shadow.
From the dark, where the neon glow could not reach, there suddenly came another, hunched and wrapped in ragged clothing ripe with the signs of age. My attention drifted towards them. They reeked of urine and poverty, though they wore a grin on their face, which was the only visible feature underneath the shadow of their hood. Their lime crusted teeth shone dangerously in the neon light. I wondered, for a moment, what could have this destitute individual smiling the way they were.
Narcotics, I decided shortly after.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the man’s hand disappear into his jacket, causing me to tense reflexively. For whatever reason, I was feeling more paranoid today than was usual.
The man said, “You look uneasy sweetheart. Need a smoke?”
The old vagrant’s hand reemerged from the folds of their coat, a pack of cigarettes clutched tightly. Even after humanity left Earth, big tobacco was still going strong it seemed.
I declined the man’s offer, though I did indeed want one. I don’t know why, I’m usually not one for smoking, but it seemed enticing today.
“Your loss, honey.” The man gave a dissatisfied grunt as he lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. A cloud of smoke erupted from his nose and drifted aimlessly upwards. Seeming pleased with himself, the man continued his grinning.

Violently barreling down the tracks, I spotted the headlights of my train coming up the tunnel. The orange beams of light temporarily bathed the platform in a warm glow; the shadows around me ebbed away, sinking back into their respective cracks and crevasses.
As light filled the platform, I took stock of a third character that had been lurking in the shadows. They were leaned up against a wall, watching me but pretending not to. I noticed their placement was just deep enough in my peripheral so they were practically invisible when the darkness returned. It was a strange thing to observe, but strange thoughts like that had been surfacing in mind all day. I shrugged it off.
As the train came to a halt, orange sparks lit up the platform. The noxious yellow lights of the train cars’ cut through the darkness like sabers. The figure that had been hiding had lost their cover.
Hissing uneasily, the train cars’ doors opened. I began to step inside when I took notice of the third figure once again, now slithering into my shadow. Their footsteps were matching my own.
The vagrant seemed to also be watching the figure behind me with unease. “Stay safe out there, doll.” He called out. I gave him a curt nod and his face cracked once more into its usual shit-eating grin. I stepped into the train car.

With a lurch, we began to move. I felt the thrum of the mechanized beast bellow my feet as we began to pick up speed.
The figure had followed me into the car and now stood several feet behind me. They placed themselves in the middle of the aisle, their large shoulder width making it impossible to politely move around them. I kept them in my peripheral, though I pretended not to be paying them much mind. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t be sure why.
The figure behind me checked his watch at some point, a holographic array springing from his wrist as he observed. A voice inside my head told me the move was to distract me from their other hand, which was a strange thought to have, but stealing a glance, I saw that the voice inside my head was correct. Their right hand had seamlessly slid into their pea coat. I turned away so my back was once again to the figure, and pushed earbuds into my ears. There was no music, but I pretended there was to appear distracted.
I glanced out the window of the train car for but a moment, but my eyes were quick to focus on my reflection. For a second, it seemed as if I were a tall middle-aged man. I looked haggard and disheveled; my dirty blonde hair was greying at the sides and my scruff was unkempt. My reflection scowled back at me with a sour expression, but when I blinked it was gone, replaced with what I had expected to see; a tall woman with long, dark hair falling elegantly around their noble features. I found this peculiar but was quick to disregard it as nothing more than my exhausted mind playing tricks on me.
My eyes peeled away from my own reflection to look at the reflection of the figure behind me. It seemed they had just finished applying a silencer to their weapon, and appearing satisfied with his handy work, the man leveled it at the back of my head.
Though I can’t be sure how I knew to do it, I found myself timing the moment between the man tensing their finger, and the pull of the trigger. Using a train pole as a balance I ducked down – just in time for the shot to pass over me – and kicked my right leg out backward. My high heel connected with the man’s weapon, sending it careening through the air and clattering to the ground. In the moment of confusion, I spun around, quickly grasping the man’s open wrist and sent a jab to their elbow with my forearm. However, what should have broken the man’s arm instead filled the air with a metallic ring. I let out a hiss and stepped back, nursing my bruising forearm as the man – now fully recovered from his daze – gave me wide smile. He removed his coat and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his metal appendage.
The man said, “Funny. I really didn’t expect you to be the combative type.”
“Me neither,” I replied. “I guess we’re both full of surprises.” Why did I do that? How had I known how to do what I just did? Things weren’t adding up. I didn’t, however, have time to linger on the intricacies of today’s bizarre happenings. My opposition began to close the distance.
In a flash, my wounded arm – acting with a mind of its own – flew into the folds of my jacket, retrieving the weapon I had felt earlier. It emerged; I took aim and fired, though a second too late. The man’s mechanical prosthetic gripped the barrel of my gun and pushed upward, causing my shots to go wide and fill the car roof with holes.
The man’s other arm, open palmed, slammed into my sternum. My breath shot from my lungs as I staggered backward reflexively. My gun was wrested from my grasp and cast to the side.
Still smiling, my attacker gave me a glance over. I noticed one of his eyes glowed faintly orange, as no natural eye should.
“Who are you?” The man spoke laconically. His smile irritated me.
I managed a reply through forced breaths. “Evangeline au Belhus, you dope.” I did not sound very imposing through my wheezing.
“No. Evangeline au Belhus has never been trained in hand-to-hand combat. She did not carry weapons on her person. Even during her trips to the Shadow District, which she held in such secrecy, she refused to arm herself. Evangeline is a pacifist, she does not believe in violence. So again, I will ask, who are you?”
The man was right. I was a pacifist, firmly against violence in every way. So how was it that I knew to do all these things? Thinking on it, I had not been myself at all today. Was it possible I was not myself; only lead to believe I was I?
The train cars noxious yellow lights flickered. I was stuck in my own mind and did not notice the nebulous shadows around me closing in. I was struck by something, and consumed by darkness. A hole in the ground opened up and swallowed me entirely. Time slipped backward.

In a millisecond, I relived several months of my own life. My mind flooded with memories that were previously locked behind a mental dam. I went back to the moment I met her.

***​

It was a day just as glum and dreary as any other – life in the Shadow District had this habit of exercising the most unpleasant sides of life.
The Shadow Districts were a lawless land, a land that bred crime and insubordination; it was not a pleasant place to live or work. Two separate people for two separate reasons had decided to use me for some target practice earlier. Luckily for me, both individuals couldn’t aim worth a damn, and I was unwounded. I was just glad now that the day was coming to an end I could get some personal work done, undisturbed.
Feet on my desk and file in hand, I participated in some light reading that night, familiarizing myself with a certain, suspicious client once again. To my left, Laughtrack was sitting on the floor playing a game on an old T.V. he salvaged the other day. I was smoking a cigarette and sipping on a glass of cranberry juice.
For a moment I let myself get distracted and watched my cigarette smoke rise into the whirring ceiling fan above me. The room was quickly beginning to smell like menthols.
Taking one last puff of my cigarette, I jammed the butt into a nearby ashtray. A knock came at my door, which I was quick to ignore.
I continued to read the file before me, but found whoever was at the door seemed hesitant to leave me alone. The knocks became more frantic, so I found the strength within myself to stand, unleashing an exasperated sigh as I did. Laughtrack didn’t seem to notice.
I scolded the android, “Would it hurt you to give me a hand every once in a while, tin-can?” I gave him a gentle nudge with my foot. Laughtrack simply responded with a prerecorded track of laughter. I shook my head and headed for the door.
Opening the door, I was met by a frightened looking woman, with long dark hair framing her slender and noble features. She had been out in the rain, and was shivering intensely, huddled tightly in a dark jacket sporting several bright patches and logos. Not a word was spoken between us as I stood in the doorframe, analyzing her.
I let our silence linger sometime before finally stepping to the side, allowing her to slide into my office and private residence.
I said, “Take a seat” as the door closed behind her. She nodded and did so at my desk. Her eyes drifted to Laughtrack.
“Don’t mind him,” I called out as I moved into the kitchen. “He’s my assistant, he won’t bother you.”
Laughtrack let out a whir and whistle to confirm my sentiment.
I lit myself a cigarette and poured another glass of cranberry juice. Peeking my head out of the kitchen, I shouted into the office. “You want anything to drink?”
For the first time since entering my life, the woman spoke. Her voice was uneven from frayed nerves, but still held some semblance of elegance. “I’d be grateful for a coffee.”
“No can do,” I replied, talking around my cigarette. “Don’t you know that stuff ain’t good for your blood pressure? I don’t got any coffee.”
The woman gave me a hard look. “Then what do you have?”
“Looking like water and cranberry juice.”
“Water is fine.”
I moved back into the kitchen and poured out a glass of water, before returning to my office and setting it down on my desk in front of the woman. I took a seat across from her. She sipped her water, and I my cranberry juice.
“You need any food? You look thin.” That was a lie. She was slender, lithe even, but healthy. She was the sort of ethereal beauty you saw on magazines and on the television. If it weren’t for her rain-soaked hair, I’d have sworn she’d just walked straight out of a dream and into the real world.
“That’s alright. Thank you.” It seemed the lady had manners too. She held herself well, even though she appeared distressed. Likely not from these parts, I decided.
“Well good, I don’t think we got anything in the fridge anyway.” I set down my cranberry juice on top of the file I had been reading. “You got a name, lady?”
“Evangeline.” She replied. I gave a nod. Good name.
“Well, Evangeline, would you perhaps care to explain why it is you’ve come knocking at my door at five at night?”
Evangeline remained silent for a moment. She looked at me with eyes the color of lilies in spring and gave me an analytical look. A smile played across her lips, and she leaned back in her chair. She got comfortable for the moment.
“Well, Mr. Kells, why don’t you tell me?”
I allowed myself a lopsided grin to match her playful smile. “Hmph,” I began, “alright. I’ll play your game.” I initiated my process.
“When I opened the door for you earlier, you appeared frightened. Even now, though you’re trying to remain calm, your left hand is shaking. It’s subtle, but I can see the water in the glass you’re holding is unsteady. Something you saw, or something that happened to you recently, caused you a great deal of unease.
“You were also out of breath at my door, meaning you ran here. Considering the hour, and the fact that you didn’t plan for the precipitation, this was not a meeting you were expecting to have with me today. Something prompted you to run here. My guess? You were being followed; an attempt was made on your life. You seem elegant enough, well-spoken, good manners, good posture. It’s clear you’re a Noblus, and that in of itself is enough to get you killed around here, but you wouldn’t come to me if this were the first time.” I took a draw from my cigarette before continuing.
“So, you were out here in the Shadow Districts today, when yet again you noticed you were being tailed. You tried to lose them, but you couldn’t, and your stalker made an attempt. However, you managed to give them the slip. You hid out until you thought you were safe and then ran. At that point it was late, the rain started and you had nowhere else to turn. You end up at my doorstep. You’ve heard my name around, and you know what I do. Yes, I’m an investigator, but I also offer a unique service. That unique service; that is why you are here.” I leaned back in my chair, took a final drag from my cigarette, and put it out in the ashtray.
Evangeline stared at me curiously before responding. “Amazing... Your reputation proceeds...“ I held up a hand to silence her.
“I’m not done.” I leaned in and gave Evangeline a hard look. “Because there’s something I still haven’t figured out. It’s a minor detail really, but I’m curious. Why would you, a Noblus, be in the Shadow District without protection? No bodyguard, nary a weapon on you, that’s a certified death wish.
“The only explanation for that is this is a trip you’ve made in secret, you can’t have anyone knowing you’re down here. A bodyguard talks and a Nolbus such as you should have no need for a gun when she can have a bodyguard. And seeing as you’ve come to me for help, this is not the first time you’ve been attacked, which means this is not your first trip to this part of town. Why do you need regular trips to the Shadow District? You certainly don’t strike me as the sort to divulge in StimHaunts, nor could I see you in a Joybar. You could be running some illegal practices down here, but only an idiot does that and doesn’t hire a few extra guns to keep things secure. You don’t strike me as particularly dumb, so that’s ruled out as well.” With a deft movement, I threw back the rest of my cranberry juice. “Only explanation is you’re committed in a scandalous relationship.”
Evangeline blanched, her paler skin becoming white as a sheet.
“I’m right, aren’t I? It was a bit of a stretch, but I know your type. You’ve been coming down here regularly, probably to see an escaped Slav or destitute Hand who’s managed to woe you, however, you can’t tell anyone for fear of disgracing your family. The name of your house depends on you marrying some rich, eccentric Noblus, you can’t spoil that by falling in love with some lowly Shadow District resident.” I chuckled to myself. “How pathetic. You’re embarrassed by your own love.”
Evangeline’s warm demeanor faded quickly. She gave me an icy glare through half-lidded eyes. “Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul, Mr. Kells.” She warned.
I shrugged. “Perhaps. But it is necessary. I’m not a good man, Evangeline. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.” I gave the dame across from me another lopsided grin. She scowled at me in return.

That was our first meeting. After that, the Human Target Initiative was in action. I studied Evangeline au Belhus every day for months until I knew her better than she did. I became Evangeline, in a sense. And then when we were ready, I disguised myself as her and set out into the field.
The bait was set, now it was time to confront her stalker.

***​

I staggered as the train car shifted, but quickly regained my balance. My vision returned, and I crawled forth from the pit of my own mind. A lopsided grin took my face as my Evangeline persona faded away. I was back.
“Looks like I’ve been had! Congrats. Names P.I. Kells, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. And who might you be?”
My opposition’s smile faded fast and quickly replaced itself with a grimace. Without another word, he charged me. His left hand threw a feint before his mechanized appendage came at me like a piston. I noticed in that split-second that he was too committed to his movements. Though I didn’t take the feint, he still threw the haymaker, putting his weight and balance into the punch. It was a subtle mistake, but it would cost him dearly.
I avoided the sloppy attack and threw a grapple around my oppositions arm. I repositioned my feet, absorbing his momentum and using his own velocity against him. With a heave, I carried the man over me and slammed him onto the ground of the train car, face down. He let out a low moan, but I was not finished. I twisted the man’s metal arm savagely until I heard an unsettling whine emit from the machinery. In one fluid motion, I brought my foot up and then down once again onto his collarbone, using my heel to dig in. I heard the snap of sinew and muscle as I roughly pulled upward, yanking on the robotic prosthetic. The man at my feet let out an angered roar, his arm snapped and sizzled.
“Ready to give me your name, asshole?” I managed between strained grunts.
“Go to hell!” This guy was one tough son of a bitch.
I was about to give the man’s arm another pull when the train took a sudden sharp turn. Struggling to keep my own balance, I noticed all too late as the man’s weapon I had discarded earlier slid along the floor and into his open hand. The weapon raised and fired, forcing me to throw myself to the floor or be Swiss cheese.
I managed a firm grasp on the man’s metal prosthetic as I went down, and from the force of my descent, I was rewarded with the sickening sound of cartilage and sinew tearing. A chilling pop filled the air as the arm detached from my would-be assassins socket, however, the shrieking of the train’s breaks drowned out the man’s subsequent screams of pain and rage.
We came to a stop as I came to my feet, prosthetic arm still in hand. Hydraulic fluid sputtered from the disconnected joint, and from the assassin’s shoulder. I made sure to collect my gun and aim it at the man as he struggled to stand up, but as he did he spoke. The hiss of the car door’s opening drowned out his words.
“What was that? You ready to tell me who you are? Speak up, man.”
The assassin gave a weary chuckle. “You’re good, detective. Very good. It’s too bad really.” His smile returned, dripping with venom. The train car’s doors began to close.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re too late.” Springing from a flat-footed position, I was surprised to see the assassin move so dexterously. Several shots were fired from my weapon, but I was indeed too late. The man slid through the closing train doors just in time to evade me.
“Shit!” I spoke quickly into my jacket sleeve. “Laughtrack, do you read me? Keep the client safe, I lost the perp. I got a bad feeling about this guy. Laughtrack? Hey, tin can, answer me! Damn.” I was getting no response. I would have to wait until I reached the next stop before making my way on foot to my office. Things were looking grim.

The next stop came at a brutally slow pace. During the wait, I sat anxiously and took the time to stop the nervoid fluid from discharging from two bullet wounds I had sustained but overlooked during my encounter with the assassin. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug, but it doesn’t last forever. The pain had finally started to set in.
When the train doors opened, I rushed out moving at a dead sprint. I almost immediately collided with a heavy metal frame, paying for my carelessness by falling flat on my ass. I let out a groan, and in response the thing I ran into emitted an obnoxious prerecorded laugh. My gaze shot upward, though I already knew what to expect.
“Laughtrack?” I still didn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it.
“Yes, that is I.” The voice that answered me was completely robotic, lacking all cadence and emotion.
“What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be guarding the client, you oaf!” I got to my feet. Had I been my normal self, I’m sure I would have appeared much more imposing.
Laughtrack’s frontal visual sensor unfocused and refocused on me, a series of chirps and whirs sounding from the android. His monstrous hand pointed at my shoulder, where I had received my bullet wounds. “The system said your surrogate had sustained wounds. I came to collect you. I couldn’t reach you on the communicator.” Laughtrack played a prerecorded track of laughter once again. He gestured to one of the antennae on his head. It was bent at an odd angle. “The client accidentally broke it. She was giving me a bath.”
“A bath!?” I stood up again, using my android partner as a support. We took off. “Why the hell was she giving you a bath?”
“She was cleaning the graffiti off of me. Quote: ‘A hardworking android such as yourself deserves to feel good about how they look.’ Frankly, I think the client has a point.”
I stared dumbfounded. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing.”
“You’re just jealous the client didn’t give you a bath and bend your antenna.” Laughtrack emitted one of his patented prerecorded laughs.
“Shut it, 'Ghost in The Shell'! Don’t make me turn off your vocalizer.” I scowled furiously.
We made it off the platform and onto Shadow District streets. Midnight had consumed the district, yet still, it burned feverishly with a neon glow. We passed few people on our way to my office; no one stopped us or questioned us. The Citadel was in a drunken stupor during these hours.

Laughtrack and I arrived at my office in a huff. After hastily scaling our unit’s steps, I gave myself a minute to catch my breath before going to open the office door. It swung inward easily, but I was too panicked to notice that it was unlocked. Instead, I began to call out for Evangeline, only to choke on my words as I was greeted by the crack of gunfire and the smell of cigarette smoke.
A single bullet streaked past me, grazing my cheek. I ignored the sting and raised my gun, aiming into the dark of my office. Laughtrack – who was behind me – made a startled chirp and followed my example, raising his hands and making finger guns.
Two silhouetted shapes, like entities of pure shadow, had positioned themselves in my office. The window behind them was open, the neon blaze of the city backlighting their forms, making it impossible to make out their specific features. One sat at my desk, a gun in one hand and an opera length cigarette holder placed elegantly in the other. Behind them stood a broad-shouldered individual with one arm, their venomous smile and single orange eye glowed balefully in the dark.
“I thought you didn’t smoke?” I managed to keep my voice level and passive, but the rage inside me was building fast.
“I must say, Mr. Kells, you truly are my spitting image. Save for a few holes, your disguise is perfect. It’s as if I’m looking in a mirror.” Evangeline took a long draw from her cigarette, it’s lit end growing brighter, filling the room with a brief source of warm light. In the fleeting moments of light, I noticed some things were missing from my office.
“You want to tell me what the hell I’m looking at here, Evangeline?” My patience was wearing thin and my voice was ripe with rancor.
Evangeline gave a playful smile, her perfect teeth reflecting the orange glow of her cigarette. “Why don’t you tell me, detective?”
My scowl grew tenfold, and I spoke through gritted teeth. “Well, seeing as the man you hired me to confront is standing behind you, and you’ve just shot at me, my guess if that you’re a traitorous bitch.”
Evangeline threw her head back in laughter, bubbling over with childlike glee. “Spot on as always, Mr. Kells! Excellent work, truly excellent, you never fail to please. However, I want to see if you can tell me exactly the reason for all the underhandedness, for the trickery and deceit.” The women leaned back in her chair, her eye’s twinkled with wickedness. She was savoring the moment.
For a moment I paused. I collected myself, pushing away my anger and paranoia until my mind was clear. A sigh escaped my lips. “Alright. Fine.”
“I can say for certain that your goal was not to kill me. If so, there wouldn’t have been a need for such a complicated treachery, and I’d likely be dead already. That being the case, I can logically assume you wanted something from me, something a dead me could not provide. I’ve noticed some things are missing from my office, but a simple break-in would have taken care of that, so I’m going to guess this was some kind of a test. You’ve been analyzing me. Why that is, I can’t be sure, however, considering the things you’ve stolen, I finally know who you are.”
Evangeline seemed pleased. “And who would that be?” She cooed.
“You’re Bureau.” I glared at Evangeline through half-lidded eyes.
The smile on Evangeline’s face grew impossibly large and her eyes gleamed with madness. She shot upwards and slammed her hands on the desk dramatically. “And there you have it!” She laughed, but all sweetness had left the woman before me. “You’ve been under our radar for a while now, Mr. Kells. Did you really think we hadn’t noticed your irreverent snooping? Did you really think you were the only master of deception on the Citadel?” The woman I had thought to be Evangeline moved from my desk and strode to the fireplace, keeping her gun level with my head. Stealing a glance, I realized my missing files were pilled in the hearth. I tensed.
“You’ve done quite a bit of research on us Mr. Kells, you’ve collected more information than most manage. I have to say I’m impressed, if not a little irritated.
“I hope you understand why we had to intervene.” The woman took one last drag from her cigarette, before absentmindedly tossing it into the hearth. I watched in horror as my files went up in flames.
I don’t remember pulling the trigger, but I know that I must have. My gun fired, taking everyone including myself by surprise. The bullet struck the woman in the flank, causing a blue mist to paint the wall behind her. A half a second later, I was tackled by Laughtrack, and carried off the edge of the staircase while my office erupted with gunfire. A bullet found its way into my thigh and another ricocheted off Laughtrack. We impacted the streets below a split second later, but I felt as if I was still falling. Shadows surrounded me, and my conscious was wrested from its place in my mind.

I came to in my control center. I disconnected from the remote and sprinted from the rented out space I used to operate the surrogates. When I arrived at my office, I found my assistant had already cleaned the mess. According to Laughtrack, the android that called herself Evangeline and the one-armed man had escaped immediately after we fell. When I checked the hearth to see if anything could be salvaged of my files, I was disheartened to find everything had been committed to ash. Though this is a set back on my search for the truth, I will keep hunting the Blind Bureau’s secrets until I can expose them fully.
They may have bought themselves some time, but today they have made an enemy.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Name: Rival (Real Name is Edward)
Age: About 40
Species (Human / Android): A mix of both (I'll explain later)
Physical + Mental Ratings (If Android)
Magic Class (if any)
Occupation: Next generation law enforcement cyborg prototype.
Pronouns: It, Him, He.
Sexuality: N/A (Explained later)
Place of Residence: An underground testing facility in the heart of the wasteland.
Current Location (i.e. at start of RP): On his first mission... to recapture or in worst case... to terminate any escapees of law enforcement centers... I.e.: Prisons, And other isolated holding cells.
Personality (minimum 5-6 bullet points)
Background (minimum 5-6 bullet points)
Appearance (image or description)

Equipped with an iron man-like suit of armor and having a completely bald head, Rival is the next step forwards in law enforcement technology. The armor is put on in such a fashion that it actually prohibits it's user from taking it off... EVER. It is a cross between a suit of mark 2 iron man armor and a medieval suit of full plate. One hand (The left one.) is covered by a twin bladed tempered titanium sword. The other hand (The right one) is replaced with a short ranged rocket launcher that doubles as a gravity sling (Think Gypsy avenger's gravity sling from Pacific Rim 2).

Writing Sample (2 paragraphs minimum)

Rival floated down from the sky. He landed on the ground with a soft *thud*. The tiny rocket engines on his boots retracted into their housings. The escaped convict picked up a gun and started to shoot at Rival. He activated his gravity sling and yanked the gun from the convict's hands. The prisoner charged Rival... Who stabbed a knife between the gaps in Rival's torso plates. Grunting in pain, Rival spun around and slashed the face of the convict with the twin titanium blades. Blood leaked from the prisoner's forehead and chin. Rival pinned the convict to the asphalt with his steel boot, pointed his rocket launcher arm at the prisoner's head and growled, "You WILL stand down or I will use LETHAL force. Understand?"

Suddenly another convict charged Rival from behind. The assault rifle hit the backplate of Rival's helmet and dented it severely. Without turning around, Rival sent his twin blades into the other prisoner's torso... Coincidentally taking out both of the convict's lungs. The stabbed prisoner died in seconds due to a severe lack of oxygen.

What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: Good Question.

 

[Roach of Wrath]

Name: Captain Malik (Mal) Harkness

Age 36

Species: Human Cyborg

Magic Class: Shocker

Occupation: Ace Pilot/Smuggler/Mechanic

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Place of Residence: Serenity

Current Location : Serenity docked in Citadel port

Personality (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• Can be a bit hot headed with tendencies to go off half cocked. Though she is not afraid to get in a fight she also always keeps a trump card or an exit strategy in mind.
• Devil may care attitude that sees her smiling in the face of danger more times then you could count.
• Morally grey, and not above doing a dirty job for decent pay.
• A shameless flirt when it come to someone she finds attractive, even if it might not be the best time.
• When Mal makes a deal or takes a contract she sticks to it until she gets the job done.

Background (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• As a spacer she was born and raised on spaceship, and space station having never set foot on a planet surface until she was seventeen.
• As a pilot she always feels her best when behind the controls of a starship, and has felt this way since her first time flying at the age of thirteen
• Through the years she also found out that she as a bit of a black thumb. Allowing her to excel in making repairs, and when the need arises jerryrigging.
• As a cargo shipper and smuggler with connections to the Nova Trading Company. Has been known to also chauffeur people or androids around the galaxy for the right price.
• Worked at a young age as a miner witch ended up causing her to get gravely injured causing her to get both her arms, legs, several internal organs, and one of her eyes to be replaced with cybernetics.

Appearance

Spoiler: Appearance

Spaceship: Serenity

Spoiler: Ship

Ship AI: Senni

Spoiler: Digital Senni

Spoiler: Weapon Two Hand Cannons

 

[Nadja Kramer]

Junis Faar

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Junis Faar
Age: 27
Species: Human
Occupation: General Technician/Body Modification Technician
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Residence: Shadow Markets
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

★ Loud-mouthed, impulsive, sarcastic, unafraid, ignores social castes.​

★ Incredibly blunt, speaks her mind, self-describes as "A woman who ain't 'fraid to speak 'er mind".​

★ Values her work above all else, isn't afraid to cut corners or to get involved in less illegitimate deals.​

★ Despite her loud presence, rarely divulges personal information to others, even those deemed "tolerable".​

★ Feels that Androids were unjustly massacred.​

★ Skilled mechanic and electronic technician, she can fix just about anything with wires or gears.​

★ Values her privacy, immensely​

Background:

​

★ Junis has only ever known the confines of the Citadel, and started her labor at the ripe age of fifteen, working along side her father as a journeyman for his Tech shop. As her skills grew in level, she eventually became dissatisfied with the day-to-day tinkerings of mundane machinery and has spent the last 4 years improving the art of body modification.​

★ Early life was a tad on the poor side, now she hovers around the middle class.​

★ While none of her mods match that available to the Noblus, she has replaced her right arm and legs, as well as having added physical strength enhancers to her upper body as a whole.​

★ Despises the well-off, regardless of how they managed to obtain their wealth.​

★ Due to her upbringing, she trusts people about as far as she can throw them, which is pretty damn far.​

Likes Coffee, dark colors, tinkering, singing// Dislikes Noblus, Magic, customers
Skills Mechanical and Electronic knowledge, mechanically enhanced strength and resilience. // Strengths Strong-willed, independent, focused // Talents Mechanical repairs, surprisingly good singing voice.
Weaknesses Diplomacy, politics, few friends // Vices Overly aggressive, stubborn, occasionally single-minded // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits: A welding accident caused severe burns on legs and the loss of her right arm. She has since replaced the arm and legs with mechanical equivalents.
Affiliations Traders // Loyalties Her shop.
Family Father: Deceased, died of old age. [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Shadow Markets
Attire:

Spoiler: Work

Spoiler: Casual

Writing Sample: (Excerpt from a previous roleplay)

Aslaug eyed the blade flying up the height of her body, its sharp edges skimming along her skin. At most, it tickled. Before the sword could wind its way back to its owner, her hand flew up to catch it, halting its upward motion. Her grip firmly in place, she wrenched the sword out of her would be killer’s hand and into the air.

She watched candlelight reflect along the blade as it spun, and caught the hilt as easily as one would catch a cold. Her arm extended outward in an almost imperceptible jab within moments. She felt the invigorating impact of steel meeting flesh, and with a borderline psychotic grin on her face, she drove the steel home.

The man doubled over with a yelp, his eyes wide and uncomprehending. The upper hand, the surprise attack so sure to work, the shining moment to take down one of the four Ambassadors, to make history, was vanquished before he could even understand how it happened.

His shock was cut short (quite literally) as the blade carved its way through his sternum, piercing his chest, and burning out the dim light within him.

“Shouldn’t’ve done that, dearie.” Aslaug said, a grin adoring her pale face. The thug plopped to the ground, crashing down on his back with the sword rising from his chest. “You’d’ve lived to have more drinks of that filthy swill”.

With that, Aslaug took her seat at the bar and, oblivious to the obvious discomfort of the rest of the tavern, asked for another pint.

“A drink, please!”

code by cychotic

Looking For

✪ Wife
✪ Lover(s)
✪ Children

Theme

Who Are You Really? - Milky Ekko

 

[ThisUsernameIsALie]

Nicholas au Arcon

lore | characters | ooc | main rp

Name: Nicholas au Arcon
Age: 67
Species: Human
Occupation: Head of House Arcon, Member of The Counsel
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Married to his Work
Place of Residence: Palace / House au Arcon Estates / Elevon
Current Location: Citadel
Personality:

★ Friendly and almost Fatherly at times​

★ While charismatic and seemingly caring, he is usually playing a much larger game than is immediately evident ​

★ Loves teaching, and places a high value on knowledge in general.​

★ Vast knowledge and love of old Earth culture​

★ Ambitious and Calculating​

★ In the past, he held the…”eccentric” view that Androids deserve the “synthetic citizenship” once offered to them, so he is often disliked by Android Manufacturers and traders, but this is largely ignored given the general reliance upon (and fear of) Magic users. At any rate, he has not spoken publicly about this since the “shift” of au Descartes on the issue, who he had previously backed up. ​

★ Once an avid politician, and still quite diplomatically capable, he has been in the political game for decades now, and he grows weary of “the Game.” ​

Background:

★ House au Arcon are the primary producers and manufacturers of MGs in the galaxy, and either run or are heavily involved in almost every academic circle and facility, controlling a large portion of all educational institutions. Moreover, given their stranglehold on the magical market, almost all legitimate (and many non-legitimate) MG users have at least some point studied under or worked with the House, giving them notable influence in many public sectors. ​

★ ​

★ House au Arcon is well known for their radical ideas around leadership, and Nicholas’ story is one instance. Born to a servant’s family on Elevon, he was a very curious and intelligent boy, and spied on the private lessons of his masters’ children, until he was found out. At first they were mad, but then they became curious. The tutors tested him on every subject they had taught, all of which he passed almost perfectly. In fact, he had evidently been sneaking onto the owner’s network to connect to their private (virtual) library. His masters’ immediately volunteered to send him to the foremost academy on Evelon, Neo Oxford. ​

★ He excelled in his studies, flying through the basic studies in only one and a half years, before moving onto the advanced program. Though he was not magically capable, a major disadvantage in the world of Evelon, he was noted for his passion for teaching and his drive for knowledge. He became a Doctor of Magical Studies, History, Philosophy and Education, at the age of 27, and was immediately given a professorship. After several years in this position, he became Dean of the University, a very high position in Evelon society. After many years of playing the social scene, when the previous head of au Arcon resigned, he was almost unanimously agreed upon by the nobility. ​

★ When still performing his studies for History, he became enamored with Old Earth culture, and began salvaging old texts from before Old Earth’s collapse from all over. Largely thanks to his efforts, the royal palace in Evelon has the largest non-digital library in the known galaxy. ​

★ Notably refuses all sorts of attempts at delaying his aging, despite his advisors’ urging. While he does not disapprove of the technology, he seems to have an idea that it “detracts from the human experience.” Due to this, his death is potentially imminent ​

★ Has taken several “leaves of Absence” as ruler to “continue his studies of the galaxy,” leaving his Advisor, Evelyn Corren, in charge in his stead. In most other Noble houses, this would be cause for alarm, but au Arcon’s society functions fine without an immediate chain of command, and should any harm fall, another person could easily be made Ruler (They are nothing if not pragmatic). Most admire his commitment to his learning, and they rarely last for more than a few weeks at a time, and Evelyn always knows his locations in case of emergencies, so few complain. ​

★ These leaves of Absence are usually to observe and involve himself on Juno Station and in other spheres, unobserved.
Likes Tea, reading, chess, anything “interesting,” lore, culture, music // Dislikes Solely Appearance altering mods (people should be proud of what they are, in his view), Pride, willing ignorance, prejudice, the “mega-corps” that dominate industry (though he doesn’t show it, and he is aware of the hypocrisy)
Skills Lore, Political Skill, basic knowledge in almost every academic subject, economics, “old” technology // Strengths diplomacy, teaching, persuasion, “streetwise”// Talents Chess, “games” of most types, “tinkering”-loves making little gadgets and such from scraps and such, to pass the time. Rarely anything useful, but he enjoys it, and often gives his creations as gifts.
Weaknesses armed combat, getting older, less physically capable// Vices “Eccentricity,” occasionally tries to “teach” when its unappreciated// Addictions None
Affiliations The Counsel, Noblus, Academia,

Spoiler

Interested in the Android rebellion

// Loyalties House au Arcon, books (if they count)
Family [Claimable] // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Library in Elevon, Neo Oxford or other universities, House au Arcon, and

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Juno Station

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ZAYNE

Name: ZE900 or “Zayne”
Age: One
Species: Android
Occupation: Royal Surveillance Operative
Pronouns: He
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: N/A
Current Location: Palace
Personality:

★ Adorkable - Zayne has never been in the real world till now, and remains very naive despite his programming. He finds pleasure in simple and trivial objects, and will often be very quizzical.
★ Concise - Despite being inexperienced, Zayne remains highly intelligent, observant, and diplomatic in his nature. His cold gaze paired with his softer features can strike a fear in anyone. Being proficient at killing, plotting, and information gathering make him the prime candidate for his specialized mission.
★ Just - Though serving for opposing sides, Zayne does see logic in the Android Cause, But has a hard time truly believing himself. But aside from that, he feels everyone should have a fair chance, despite his programming.

★ Obediant - In his core, Zayne was programmed to be loyal to whoever he is programmed to obey. From the Emperor, to maybe a rebel. If he is programmed to serve you, he shall.



Background:

★

Likes almost everything// Dislikes unknown except his programming to dislike rebels
Strengths information gathering, persuasion, armed combat, patient, intelligent // Talents combat
Weaknesses lack of social knowledge // Vices anything that sparks curiosity // Addictions none
AffiliationsThe Emperor//
Loyalties The Emperor
Family none // Relationships none // Friendships none
Frequently Found:
Attire:

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Looking For

• Someone who can teach him to be human

Theme

 

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ZAYNE

Name: ZE900 or “Zayne”
Age: One
Species: Android
Occupation: Royal Surveillance Operative
Pronouns: He
Sexuality: Bisexual
Place of Residence: N/A
Current Location: Palace
Personality:

★ Adorkable - Zayne has never been in the real world till now, and remains very naive despite his programming. He finds pleasure in simple and trivial objects, and will often be very quizzical.
★ Concise - Despite being inexperienced, Zayne remains highly intelligent, observant, and diplomatic in his nature. His cold gaze paired with his softer features can strike a fear in anyone. Being proficient at killing, plotting, and information gathering make him the prime candidate for his specialized mission.
★ Just - Though serving for opposing sides, Zayne does see logic in the Android Cause, But has a hard time truly believing himself. But aside from that, he feels everyone should have a fair chance, despite his programming.

★ Obediant - In his core, Zayne was programmed to be loyal to whoever he is programmed to obey. From the Emperor, to maybe a rebel. If he is programmed to serve you, he shall.



Background:

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Likes almost everything// Dislikes unknown except his programming to dislike rebels
Strengths information gathering, persuasion, armed combat, patient, intelligent // Talents combat
Weaknesses lack of social knowledge // Vices anything that sparks curiosity // Addictions none
AffiliationsThe Emperor//
Loyalties The Emperor
Family none // Relationships none // Friendships none
Frequently Found:
Attire:

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Looking For

• Someone who can teach him to be human

Theme

Hell welcomes you

 

[Roach of Wrath]

Name: Riley au Olver

Age: 22

Species: Human

Occupation: Counsil member

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Place of Residence: The Palace

Current Location: Off World

Personality (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• Has a deep hatred for androids of any kind, and blames them for the death of her family.
• Having been raised by Jamie since the age of 12 she sees him as a father. One who she is completely loyal to. In fact sees it as her duty to help protect him, because she will not lose another father.
• Cold to those outside her circle of trust, and numb to the opinion of others.
• A total daddy’s girl when it comes to Jamie. She will do, and has done horrible things in the pursuit of furthering her fathers goals no matter the job.
• Sociopath - She has no remorse for the things she has done, or will do the only thing that matters is keeping her family safe. If that means she has to kill every single person she meets. Well what's a few more bodys on the pile.

Background (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• Around ten years after Riley was born into House au Olver Jamie made Emperor. Her father Jason was Jamie’s close older cousin when they were young, but had a falling out over a woman.
• Her parents were killed during a failed assassination on Emperor Jamie. Jason having tackled the android suicide bomber, but Rilay and her mother were to close to the explosion killing her mother, and disfiguring the young Riley causing her to lose both appendages on her right side.
• Since the day her biological parents died she requested tutors to train her body, and mind to the peak of her abilities vowing to herself to never be the victim again.
• At the age of 15 her combat tutor brought in a man who was caught plotting to assassinate one of the Council members. This was the beginning of interrogation training. In the end she was ordered to kill the traitor. Without hesitation, or an ounce of remorse she killed the man.

Appearance (image or description)

Spoiler: Riley

Likes: Time spent with family / dislikes: Paperwork

Skills: Proficient with most weapons, interrogation, / strengths: / talents:

Weaknesses: Insomnia / vices: None / addictions: None

Affiliations: House au Olver / loyalties: Emperor Jamie au Olver / factions: House au Olver

Family: Emperor Jamie au Olver / relationships: (Claimable) / friendships: (Claimable) Teacher: Nicholas au Arcon

Equipment: Protective armor under her clothes. / Weapons: Razors, hold out pistol /

Clothing & attire

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Casual

Spoiler: Combat

 

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Name: Riley au Olver

Age: 22

Species: Human

Occupation: Counsil member

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual

Place of Residence: The Palace

Current Location: Off World

Personality (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• Has a deep hatred for androids of any kind, and blames them for the death of her family.
• Having been raised by Jamie since the age of 12 she sees him as a father. One who she is completely loyal to. In fact sees it as her duty to help protect him, because she will not lose another father.
• Cold to those outside her circle of trust, and numb to the opinion of others.
• A total daddy’s girl when it comes to Jamie. She will do, and has done horrible things in the pursuit of furthering her fathers goals no matter the job.
• Sociopath - She has no remorse for the things she has done, or will do the only thing that matters is keeping her family safe. If that means she has to kill every single person she meets. Well what's a few more bodys on the pile.

Background (minimum 5-6 bullet points)

• Around ten years after Riley was born into House au Olver Jamie made Emperor. Her father Jason was Jamie’s close older cousin when they were young, but had a falling out over a woman.
• Her parents were killed during a failed assassination on Emperor Jamie. Jason having tackled the android suicide bomber, but Rilay and her mother were to close to the explosion killing her mother, and disfiguring the young Riley causing her to lose both appendages on her right side.
• Since the day her biological parents died she requested tutors to train her body, and mind to the peak of her abilities vowing to herself to never be the victim again.
• At the age of 15 her combat tutor brought in a man who was caught plotting to assassinate one of the Council members. This was the beginning of interrogation training. In the end she was ordered to kill the traitor. Without hesitation, or an ounce of remorse she killed the man.

Appearance (image or description)

Spoiler: Riley

Likes: Time spent with family / dislikes: Paperwork

Skills: Proficient with most weapons, interrogation, / strengths: / talents:

Weaknesses: Insomnia / vices: None / addictions: None

Affiliations: House au Olver / loyalties: Emperor Jamie au Olver / factions: House au Olver

Family: Emperor Jamie au Olver / relationships: (Claimable) / friendships: (Claimable)

Equipment: Protective armor under her clothes. / Weapons: Razors, hold out pistol /

Clothing & attire

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Casual

Spoiler: Combat

Accepted. Welcome to the Olver Family!

 

[ShadowBroker]

AL-SAHIR ARCAN AU HASSAS'EL

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Al-Sahir Arcan au Hassas'el.
Age: 26 years old
Species: Human
Occupation: Heir of House au Hassas'el, Sar-D'jhan son of God.
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Place of Residence: The Hidden temple on The Shakira Abyss.
Current Location: Unknown.
Personality:

★ Ambitious.
★ Martial.
★ Just.
★ Perceptive
★ Oath-keeper.
★ Honest.

Background:


★ His real name was Arcan Durn, son of a distant family whom had sought for a better life, far away from the grasp of the Emperor, one where they could live as a family. However The House au Hassas'el offered them the exact same thing with freedom as its price. In a shake-down, Arcan killed two guards with a hidden pocket knife in self-defense and those of his family. His crime went unpunished until Al-Wenfu Tenebre au Hassas'el, head of the family au Hassas'el, thrust his razor through the child's back and exerciser the same treatment to the child's parents.

★ Miraculously, the child survived and returned to the mines on which his family had been working, grasping as each step exhausted the next. It was not an action done because of the boy's unbreakable will, but to for the aid of local physicians that managed to save him barely. The same slave child, once he discovered his parents sudden dead - he moved towards The Temple's stairs and walked difficulty to the very door as he demanded justice. To his surprise, The Head of family himself smiled upon him onto the meeting and took him on his mantle.

★ The pitiless Al-Wenfu saw on Arcan a will like no other, one that could not be forged or created, one he considered a religious sign thus becoming heir of all he had and changing his name to Al-Sahr Arcan au Hassas'el. He went through ruthless training, both physical and mind, brainwashing into adopting his new identity. The change - the transformation - it broke his soul apart.

★ Once he reached the age of 18, Al-Sahir gained his first razor and mission of conquest; he was to go alone to the mines on which he once was a slave and return only with ten individuals with him, only 10 of the thousands would continue to serve House au Hassas'el. The rest - their corpses will decorate the great desert as a warning to go no further. The mines served to gather the rocks on which they created the drugs they use - and after the mine was exhausted, few were the slaves to be re-utilized... and only the strongest and devoted of them all became more... The Horsemen.


Likes: Poetry, Writing, training with his 'Sisters'.
Dislikes: His father, injustice.
Skills: Sword-master and bowmen student, knowledgeable in martial arts. [Shocker Ability]
Strengths: Close and ranged combat, perceptive.
Talents: Wood-works, stone-works.
Weaknesses: Controversy, a bad liar.
Vices: To The D'jan Bliss. (Drug that enhances reflexes, reaction time but reduces the cognitive idea of freewill.)
Addictions: His father's approval on his ideologies.
Differently Abled Traits: Wears a mask that allows him to breath The D'jan bliss at any times with a optical receptor that helps him when targeting enemies.
Affiliations: House au Hasses'el, The Horsemen.
Loyalties: The D'jan.
Family: [Father: Al-Wenfu Tenebre au Hassas'el] [Mother: N/A] [Siblings: [Sister: Ae-Cearel River au Hassas'el] [Sister: Er'Alrael Ra au Hassas'el] ]
Relationships: [Claimable]
Friendships: [ Claimable]
Frequently Found: Where ever his father sends him.

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Looking For

✪ Purge the galaxy of the heretics.​

✪ Find justice.​

✪ Earn the respect of his father.​

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Juno

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Juno Seung
Age: 22
Species: Human
Occupation: Mechanic. Thief. She makes her money selling information and stolen goods.
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Place of Residence: Shadow Markets
Current Location: TBA
Personality:

★ Honourable: Juno knows the world is not a kind place, not to her, not to androids, and certainly not to those living in the shadow markets. But rather than taking this as an excuse to act as cruel as the world itself, she uses it as reason to do ‘good’ by the world. If only to make it a day easier. But, that being said she’s a cheat and a liar, and knows that as much good as she does, the world won’t be good back. And getting as far as she has, hasn’t come from honesty but more a twisted sense of honour. Honour that runs on word and loyalty. Since credit talks, she’ll insist a voice speaks louder. Knowing that anyone you can buy can be bought by another, but favours are invaluable and a debt is a debt. ​

★ Aggressive: She is constantly ready for a fight, if she knows that she has any chance of winning she will not hesitate to throw in every punch she can. However, she will never throw the first punch. ​

★ Charming: Selling information requires first obtaining it, and Juno has found the easiest path is often through peoples pants. Through the years she has obtained a meticulous charm, finding what people want and giving it to them. ​

★ Protective: Particularly with 'underdogs', she if fiercely protective over her friends and sometimes strangers. Often stepping into disagreements if she thinks she could take the fight. ​

★ Intelligent: Although not incredibly well educated, Juno is more than capable at fixing, building, and repairing just about anything if she can find the time to take it apart. As well as this she has grown a wealth of knowledge regarding people. Being able to read them as well as she could a machine. ​

★ She feels that the androids were served an injustice, and whilst she will not go out of her way to show this she uses what influence she has to protect those that she's aware of. ​

★ She is a relatively closed off person, rarely speaking of her past. Even with all she talks it is never about her history. ​

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Background:

★ Juno hadn't been born into the poverty she lives. In fact she hadn't even been born with her name. Her birth family had been noblus, and from a young age she had been well educated, taught how to speak, how to dress, and thanks to her mothers insistence; how to defend herself. ​

★ She often spent her spare days at her uncles workshop in the Shadow Markets. Finding kids her age to fight with, to teach her skills that her father would be ashamed of. It was at her uncles workshop that she was taught the basics of mechanics. Anders often sending his niece home with projects to repair or construct. ​

★ As she grew older her father began restricting her time outside of their control. Of course she quickly found ways around this, but her father just as quickly discovers this. Instead of confronting her he simply withdraws her education. Finding a better use for his daughters lying. ​

★ Adon begins teaching his daughter how to manipulate those different to her. Teaching her to gather information, to use peoples desires and weaknesses against them. To leave them feeling like they won. ​

★ On the eve of her 16th birthday, she finally understands her fathers grooming. His hand on her knee she had killed her first man. It had been sloppy and with a cheese knife, and she had known within moments that she could never come back. ​

★ For the years that followed, Jun had adopted a new name as she worked under her uncle. Finding solace in the chaos of the slums. ​

★For three years she resided in as much peace as the slums could give. Sure she began placing herself in boxing matches, quick cash and easy experience she’d told her uncle. She now felt comfortable stealing, thankful for what her father had taught her as she’d helped Anders expand his business. Selling black market goods with a somewhat guarantee of safety. In two years she had never once looked back to the life she once had.​

★ The peace had to end somewhere. And it ended with her uncle. A 'shocker' as they called them. Unregistered and aware of the threat of people knowing he'd always been careful. It had been simply an accident that had caused the shock that had hit Juno. ​

★ After the incident, it had barely been a day before her uncle had disappeared. Talk of the secret police on the lips of the slums. Jun hadn’t expected to ever see him again. That night she closed shop as usual, sent out the fixed repairs and commissions. And never again opened the shops to her uncle's business, instead she began her own. ​

★ Whilst a skilled mechanic, Juno preferred herself as a Robin Hood. If Robin Hood had sold the rich their gold back for a profit. She began working explicitly in the black market, using her repair shop as a front. There she sold information to whoever, she obtained goods upon request, repairing or upgrading any counterfeits to a level of safety that would ensure a returning customer. ​

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Likes the smell of oil, sad stories, loud music, cheap food, a good fight, nice clothes, learning (loves studying old languages)
Dislikes her fathers name, authority, the smell of floor polish, cooking, disorganized chaos, quiet places, Jamie au Olver
Skills Krav Maga, close combat, manipulation, skilled mechanic
Strengths one on one fighting, extracting information, restoring scrap heaps
Talents Using traditional weaponry, dancing, drinking, boxing
Weaknesses armed combat, politics, honesty, emotions, self-control
Vices Vengeful, Cocky, Pitiful, Fighting for fun. Soft spot for underdogs (although typically androids, she will rarely turn down somebody she sees as in need)
Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits:
Affiliations N/A
Loyalties Herself or anybody she feels deserves her loyalty.
Family Adon Yuen - Father (deceased). Jacosta 'Jac' Yeun - Mother. Leander 'Anders' Seung - Uncle (deceased) //
Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships Hal, [Claimable]
Frequently Found: shadow districts. Once a month she can be found in the public sector.
Other She has a deep scar from her neck down her back from the incident with her uncle.
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Casual

Spoiler: Armour

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Looking For

✪ Lover(s) / Love interest
✪ Husband
✪ Contacts
✪ Friends

Theme

You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

 

[duergar]

Hal

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Hal
Age: 4
Species: Android, Cerberus VIII Joybot.
Physical Rating B
Mental Rating A
Occupation: Will often follow Juno on her jobs. 'Apprentice'
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Place of Residence: Shadow Markets.
Current Location: Juno's Apartment, Shadow Districts.
Personality:

★ Smart Mouth: If there’s one thing he doesn’t know, it’s when to shut up. Constantly armed with a retort or some kind of remark, Hal is never far away from his next rambling sentence. Not always intending to provoke, he’ll speak usually with the intent of filling silence and along the way dig himself a hole he’s unaware of. ​

★ Excitable: It doesn’t take much to put a smile on Hal’s face, not when everything seems to fascinate him. His natural curiosity sending him into a hindered frenzy as he tries to figure out or understand whatever’s in front of him. One downside to this has been his new freedom to say what he pleases without much repercussion. ​

★ Intelligent: Whilst intelligent conversation was built into his genetics, in his new found freedom Hal has found a new level of intelligence, one beyond poetry and forgotten music. He found a love for strategies and maths. ​

★Naive: Whilst he is aware of the selfishness of mankind, having lived through what he has and survived a week alone in the slums, Hal is still naive to the world, trusting strangers, misjudging situations, and at times showing an almost childlike optimism. ​

★ Closed off: Despite being an overly honest person, Hal is a relatively closed off person about his life before Juno. He will avoid all topics or become irritable, arguing rather than explaining. Even with those he trusts the most he refuses to speak about his past. ​

★Defensive: Hal doesn’t take threats and offences to his friends lightly, often forgetting that his only defense training was what Juno had taught him. The android relying mostly on the glib of his tongue of the weight behind his unpracticed punch as he hurls insults and threats towards whoever dared oppose his friends. ​

Background:

★Former Joybot, Hal spent the first few years of his life working blindly with humans, although something he actively chooses to ignore and forget about, he will not deny the role it played in his life. ​

★ After several complaints of his attitude and opinions, the X deemed it was easiest to simply scrap Hal. Smart enough to comply until alone, they left hal in their warehouse overnight. Having already heard the rumours of his fate from the other androids at X he quickly began his escape. Forcing open a door until he found himself practically choking on the thick air of the shadow districts. ​

★ A week later he was discovered rummaging for spare parts in a bin outside of Juno's shop. At first he was threatened, a sawn off shotgun pressed to his chest whilst she interrogated him in the alley. Once she'd realised he was an andy with no spine she'd offered to clean him up, and if he wanted it; a couch for the week. Gladly accepting her aggressive peace offering he'd followed the red-head to her shoddy apartment. ​

★ That week had turned into months, and the two grew closer. A fraternal bond growing between them as Hal looked eagerly to her often aggressive advice. As the months turned into a year, Juno had conveniently forgot how long she'd promised to let him stay, the young girl protecting him from the dangers of being an android in the slums whilst introducing him to the harsh realities of the real world. From there he was taught how to act as they do, how to fit in and how to defend himself, and whilst his coordination was slightly off, the bulk of his cosmetic muscle held a weighty punch. ​

★ Growing more confident with both himself and the areas around him, Hal began helping Juno with her work. Using his pre-programmed abilities with his newer talents to locate and obtain leads and low-risk items. The two even planning smaller 'heists' to boost their sales, Hal proving himself to be an eager and quick learner. ​

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Likes Music, human culture, adverts, singing, cooking (despite not doing well)
Dislikes Noblus, magic, physical contact (from strangers or anybody he isn't comfortable with), blood, experiencing anger.
Skills Acting/Manipulation, 'Card-Counting', programmed knowledge of fine and cultural arts.
Strengths Seduction, Lying, Intelligent, Strategic
Talents 'cheating', maths, sketching
Weaknesses tactical combat, easily emotionally distressed, naive, hot-headed
Vices Gambling, his own curiosity.
Addictions Gambling (formerly)
Affiliations ? none
Loyalties Juno
Family Juno Seung. // Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
Frequently Found: Shadow Markets, Juno's Apartment
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Casual

Spoiler: Armour

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Looking For

✪ Friends
✪ Maybe a love interest / Lover ?
✪ Anybody that wants to listen to him talk excessively

Theme

 

[Bang Bang]

Juno

lore | interest check | main rp

Name: Juno Seung
Age: 22
Species: Human
Occupation: Mechanic. Thief. She makes her money selling information and stolen goods.
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Place of Residence: Shadow Markets
Current Location: TBA
Personality:

★ Honourable: Juno knows the world is not a kind place, not to her, not to androids, and certainly not to those living in the shadow markets. But rather than taking this as an excuse to act as cruel as the world itself, she uses it as reason to do ‘good’ by the world. If only to make it a day easier. But, that being said she’s a cheat and a liar, and knows that as much good as she does, the world won’t be good back. And getting as far as she has, hasn’t come from honesty but more a twisted sense of honour. Honour that runs on word and loyalty. Since credit talks, she’ll insist a voice speaks louder. Knowing that anyone you can buy can be bought by another, but favours are invaluable and a debt is a debt. ​

★ Aggressive: She is constantly ready for a fight, if she knows that she has any chance of winning she will not hesitate to throw in every punch she can. However, she will never throw the first punch. ​

★ Charming: Selling information requires first obtaining it, and Juno has found the easiest path is often through peoples pants. Through the years she has obtained a meticulous charm, finding what people want and giving it to them. ​

★ Protective: Particularly with 'underdogs', she if fiercely protective over her friends and sometimes strangers. Often stepping into disagreements if she thinks she could take the fight. ​

★ Intelligent: Although not incredibly well educated, Juno is more than capable at fixing, building, and repairing just about anything if she can find the time to take it apart. As well as this she has grown a wealth of knowledge regarding people. Being able to read them as well as she could a machine. ​

★ She feels that the androids were served an injustice, and whilst she will not go out of her way to show this she uses what influence she has to protect those that she's aware of. ​

★ She is a relatively closed off person, rarely speaking of her past. Even with all she talks it is never about her history. ​

​

Background:

★ Juno hadn't been born into the poverty she lives. In fact she hadn't even been born with her name. Her birth family had been noblus, and from a young age she had been well educated, taught how to speak, how to dress, and thanks to her mothers insistence; how to defend herself. ​

★ She often spent her spare days at her uncles workshop in the Shadow Markets. Finding kids her age to fight with, to teach her skills that her father would be ashamed of. It was at her uncles workshop that she was taught the basics of mechanics. Anders often sending his niece home with projects to repair or construct. ​

★ As she grew older her father began restricting her time outside of their control. Of course she quickly found ways around this, but her father just as quickly discovers this. Instead of confronting her he simply withdraws her education. Finding a better use for his daughters lying. ​

★ Adon begins teaching his daughter how to manipulate those different to her. Teaching her to gather information, to use peoples desires and weaknesses against them. To leave them feeling like they won. ​

★ On the eve of her 16th birthday, she finally understands her fathers grooming. His hand on her knee she had killed her first man. It had been sloppy and with a cheese knife, and she had known within moments that she could never come back. ​

★ For the years that followed, Jun had adopted a new name as she worked under her uncle. Finding solace in the chaos of the slums. ​

★For three years she resided in as much peace as the slums could give. Sure she began placing herself in boxing matches, quick cash and easy experience she’d told her uncle. She now felt comfortable stealing, thankful for what her father had taught her as she’d helped Anders expand his business. Selling black market goods with a somewhat guarantee of safety. In two years she had never once looked back to the life she once had.​

★ The peace had to end somewhere. And it ended with her uncle. A 'shocker' as they called them. Unregistered and aware of the threat of people knowing he'd always been careful. It had been simply an accident that had caused the shock that had hit Juno. ​

★ After the incident, it had barely been a day before her uncle had disappeared. Talk of the secret police on the lips of the slums. Jun hadn’t expected to ever see him again. That night she closed shop as usual, sent out the fixed repairs and commissions. And never again opened the shops to her uncle's business, instead she began her own. ​

★ Whilst a skilled mechanic, Juno preferred herself as a Robin Hood. If Robin Hood had sold the rich their gold back for a profit. She began working explicitly in the black market, using her repair shop as a front. There she sold information to whoever, she obtained goods upon request, repairing or upgrading any counterfeits to a level of safety that would ensure a returning customer. ​

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Likes the smell of oil, sad stories, loud music, cheap food, a good fight, nice clothes, learning (loves studying old languages)
Dislikes her fathers name, authority, the smell of floor polish, cooking, disorganized chaos, quiet places, Jamie au Olver
Skills Krav Maga, close combat, manipulation, skilled mechanic
Strengths one on one fighting, extracting information, restoring scrap heaps
Talents Using traditional weaponry, dancing, drinking, boxing
Weaknesses armed combat, politics, honesty, emotions, self-control
Vices Vengeful, Cocky, Pitiful, Fighting for fun. Soft spot for underdogs (although typically androids, she will rarely turn down somebody she sees as in need)
Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits:
Affiliations N/A
Loyalties Herself or anybody she feels deserves her loyalty.
Family Adon Yuen - Father (deceased). Jacosta 'Jac' Yeun - Mother. Leander 'Anders' Seung - Uncle (deceased) //
Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships Hal, [Claimable]
Frequently Found: shadow districts. Once a month she can be found in the public sector.
Other She has a deep scar from her neck down her back from the incident with her uncle.
Attire:

Spoiler: Formal

Spoiler: Casual

Spoiler: Armour

code by cychotic

Something here soon

Looking For

✪ Lover(s) / Love interest
✪ Husband
✪ Contacts
✪ Friends

Theme

You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Spoiler: Writing Sample

This is an extract to a reply from a RP I was in. Cut off half of it bc it was like 2000 words.

Although it had been Parshum that revelled in its title, boasting to its name of lights with the festivals and tournaments hosted on its crooked shores. There was something distinctive that gave Kildran tournaments a peculiar warmth. Perhaps it was the cold air that warmed the smiles by the fire, or the almost claustrophobic volume gives them the inherent feel of a family you both detest and love.

At least, that was the filter the alcohol gave it.

The room alive with the music blaring in its constant brawl for attention, where voices deepened by the overpriced alcohol call over one another, stories flush to their lips as the fire, barely a whisper over the rowdy patrons, crackled alongside.

Among those gathered, both local and foreign, was Cailean. Leaning heavy onto the bar as he’d grinned mostly to himself, that days drink a rose tint to his skin. It had seemed, that only two days into the tournaments, Cailean had traded what little sense he had brought with him in favour of a generosity that provided both him and any patrons eager enough to listen to ill given advice or stories, drinks.

It was in these seemingly countless drinks that he had begun to care less about the coin he was saving, reassuring himself by saying that generosity of course could ensure some luck on his behalf. Believing that whatever he spent would surely come back when he wins. Even if it was only the alcohol speaking, there was no question of if for Cailean. The fencing tournament being only a day away and his cocksure attitude rising with each passing second, over the past two days he had seen enough nobles with more posture and rigid technique crammed up their arse than even the most honest of fights could excuse.

Giving a friendly nod as his drinks are handed across the bar, Cailean tosses slightly more than his drinks are worth across the chipped counter, a cautious glare forced ahead as he tries to balance the mugs in either hand, stepping in the small gaps between the crowds, small apologies and polite requests uttered and ignored as he lightly pushes a path between the masses of people.

Upon returning to their table, he finds Iver leaning close across the fire, speaking with a rhythmic possession, his hands grasping the air as he catches the unfortunate attention of those sat closest. Recounting the tale of a beast they had once slain at sea. In truth, it had been no bigger than a large dog, and possessed as much a threat as a feral one. But Iver had a penchant for exaggerating.

“…there we were. Caught between the shrouds and the jaws of this beast. We were so close we could smell its past meal, see the flesh still caught between its teeth. A fine lady such as yourself surely has never smelt flesh so rotten. But imagine a stench so foul, it made death almost enviable.”
Rolling his eyes, Cailean nudges into Iver, purposely spilling some of the liquid onto his friend as he approaches their table. “Iver! I didn’t see you there, although I’m surprised I didn’t hear you.”

The comment goes unnoticed by Iver, who merely throws his hands up in welcome, laughing with Cailean as he pushes up onto the bench. “Ah Cailean, meet Serana and uh Roseia” He stumbles with their names as he gestures to the two girls sat opposite, Cailean giving them a polite nod as he sits down beside Iver. “I was just telling them of the time we killed a ( X ) whilst sailing in the east.”

It takes a strong effort for him not to roll his eyes once more, instead he lets out a hearty chuckle as he briefly considers ratting out the true story of their encounter. But he quickly begins nodding towards the girls, handing Iver his mug. “Aye, it nearly tore our ship in two. We wouldn’t even be here today if it hadn’t been for Iver and his quick thinking.”

Iver, ironically slow on the uptake of Caileans sentence took a few moments to respond, taking a few deep swigs of his drink before nodding in agreement. “I did what any man would do in such a situation.”

Stifling a laugh, he slides two of the other drinks across to the girls, sipping at his own as his friend continues with his ludicrous story. Pausing at the right moments, twisting his words into a tale suited for pages, stories to be told in great halls. As quickly as the story passed, it was followed by another, the morning air being filled with their laughter as it’s swallowed by the voices around them. Their mugs soon emptying and quickly replaced as conversation turns to dancing, as dancing turns to light hearted gambling, a dead man’s hand resting in his own as Cailean rushes to raise the stakes.
But the morning wouldn’t last forever. The crowds of course remained as loud and full as they had that morning, the music still played as the fire burned alongside it. But Cailean and Iver was soon walking in the streets.

Passing through the market as they began the walk to the coliseum at least gave them a moment to breathe, the cold air instantly sobering as they follow the sounds of commotion, a gentle silence between them as they let the voices of merchants both loud and alluring, the conversations around them laced with a rising anticipation or bitterness, even the occasional racket of carts as they’re pushed through the streets take over whatever conversation they could have shared.

As clouds covered the midday sun, and the crowds grew thicker as word of the Queens arrival spreads like wildfire among them.

“I think we missed her.” Cailean calls out, glancing behind to Iver

“What does it matter? You can see her over the heads of a hundred-other people during the tournament, at least there you’ll get to sit down.” Iver replies, kicking at some dust as he walks behind. Cailean sighing as he nods in agreement.

Even if it was true and he would see her in the tournaments, Cailean would admit to being disappointed in missing her arrival. After all his father had, so to speak, raised his sword for their prevalent Queen. He had been given the sword that now rests on Cailean’s hip, and even if his doubt had begun to settle, like dust ignored on a shelf, Cailean couldn’t help the burning excitement at the very idea of seeing their Queen.

As Cailean walks on, he doesn’t notice the absence of footsteps behind him, Iver having stopped to admire the trinkets and tat laid out on a passing stall. Cailean turning around with half a sentence already spoken and forgotten as he notices the absence, looking around for his friend, spotting him his hand outstretched as much to the chagrin on the owner, picks up their merchandise.

Reluctantly walking back and towards him, Cailean begins cursing at him, claiming that if he walks any slower the tournaments would have come to an end. But as approaches him and follows his finger as he points towards a carved wooden frog, as ugly as it is small with bulbous eyes and an almost threatening grin, calling it kitsch would do neither the frog nor the word justice. Cailean grimaces, picking it up and turning it around in his hands.

“How about I buy you it for luck.” Iver offers with a smirk...

Both of them are accepted, and I love Juno's song Welcome aboard!