Futuristic Epsilon Characters

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• Braithe
• Lull Lyster
• Tethys O'Shea
• Moscur Alir
• Yulian Volkovoi
• Villem Doncaster

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  Full Name: Braithe Tomasek
  Nicknames: none
  Race: Human
  Gender: Male
  Current Age: ---
  Place of Residence: Twelfth Street Tower Penthouse, Second Ring
  Place of Birth: ---
  
  Hair: Long, fair, lightweight.
  Skin: Pale, tight.
  Eyes: ---
  Height: 6'1" OR 185 cm
  Weight: 75 kg (165lbs)
  
  Associates: Yulian Volkovoi, Villem Doncaster
  Relatives: None - Braithe has outlived them all by far.
  Occupation: Founder and CEO of BraitheBright Broadcasting Network.
  Appearance: Forever trapped in suits, Braithe would be the vision of professionalism if his usual position wasn't an exhausted slouch in a wheelchair.
  
  Fashion of Choice: Formal wear the majority of the time.
  History/Biography: Braithe lived a lucrative life as a successful investor and financial consultant for Ecstasy Trust. Having come from a rather sorry background, being one child of many to a prostitute mother, Braithe seemed blessed in how fast he rose through the avenues of life. He worked for money, and used the money to get an education. From there, his skill was still geared towards making money, and keeping it. The dream came. Braithe lived well, and provided the means for his family to live well.
  There was then an intermission in Braithe's life, of which very few records exist. All the records of the event are supposedly with Braithe himself.
  During the incident, Braithe was absent for years. One day he left his office and didn't return. His first movements after all that time exist only in bank transfers. All his money was withdrawn, while his account stayed open. First thought was that it was fraud, or theft on a high scale. But when the transfers were questioned, Braithe's voice was finally heard. After some back and forth over the money, Braithe agreed to send an associate of his to meet with the bank and release the money. After it was signed off on, Braithe's money movements were invisible. Within the next few months, the only money to enter his account was exactly the amount needed to pay for the buying of Twelth Street Tower in the Second Ring, and to establish and sustain BraitheBright Broadcasting Network (3BN). From there, Braithe's movements stopped. Money only comes into his account now to pay his associates and medical expenses.
  
  Motivation: Survival but otherwise none.
  Disposition: Inherently serious.
  Religion/Philosophy: Not religious but wishes he had the capacity to be. Believes life is precious but most people don't know how to handle the lives of others.
  Positive Personality Traits: Effient and intelligent.
  Negative Personality Traits: Overly cautious.
  Misc. Quirks: Never removes the mirrored glasses. Every three hours of non-strenunous activity he must rest in induced sleep for six. Every half hour of strenuous activity he must rest in induced sleep for six.
  Likes: Those loyal to him.
  Dislikes: Harsh weather, sleep, most corporations.
  
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  Full Name: Arthur Lyster
  Nicknames: Lull, Skullface
  Race: Human
  Gender: Intersex
  Current Age: Unknown, seems to be late-30s or early 40s
  Place of Residence: 11c Grayson Building, Second Ring
  Place of Birth: Third Ring
  
  Hair: Dyed pink
  Skin: Pale
  Eyes: Grey
  Height: 5'11" (180cm)
  Weight: 105kg (220lbs)
  
  Relatives: Lois Lyster
  Occupation: Senior Corporate Enforcer (Koola Cartel)
  Appearance: Sporting an already unattractive face wasn't enough, so Lull had a skull tattoo put over the top for added ugliness.
  Fashion of Choice: Practical, comfortable, subtle.
  History/Biography: Being born into a life of extreme squalor isn't fun. All it did for Lull was give him a complete fear of alcohol and an unrecorded kill by the time he was 16. From there, his humanity was lost. Crime paid, and Lull had to pay for himself and his sister to live. What started as theft grew into killing. Those who worked with Lull underestimated him at first, assuming he was another lost soul who was ultimately doomed to be another tool to be used for thefts. But it turned out he could think. He was uneducated and undisciplined, but had more than just common sense. Once those around him saw that spark, they knew he could be put to better employ - thus began his hitman days.
  These didn't last too long.
  
  Motivations: Making a decent and safe life for Lois.
  Disposition: Nihilistic and cynical
  Outlook: Hugely pessimistic
  Religion/Philosophy: None, it's pointless.
  Sexuality: 'Homosexual' as he takes himself as male.
  Positive Personality Traits: Can be witty, intelligent but uneducated.
  Negative Personality Traits: Unapproachable at the best of times, despicably unkind at the worst.
  Quirks: Has a fear reaction to the smell of alcohol.
  Likes: Lois, weed, his job.
  Dislikes: Lois, his job, where he lives, most people, noise, daytime, mess and uncleanness, television.
  Hobbies: Reading, smoking.
  
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  Full Name: Tethys O'Shea
  Nicknames: Chickpea
  Race: Human
  Gender: Female
  Current Age: 32
  Place of Residence: Industrial District, Third Ring
  Place of Birth: ---
  
  Hair: Dyed blond, "like a succulent plant"
  Skin: Dark
  Eyes: Dark brown
  Height: 6'0" (183cm)
  Weight: 70kg (154lbs)
  
  Relatives: Cas O'Shea, father (widower)
  Occupation: Corporal
  Appearance: Tethys has the broad-shouldered build of a potential bodybuilder, but all her faint muscles come from her job. This rather juxtaposes her face, which maintains a childish roundness.
  Fashion of Choice: Vests and motorcycle clothes.
  History/Biography: Tethys is someone you want to drink with, but not someone you want minding your personal effects. She loved messing with mechanical and electrical gadgets as a child, and, as she grew up, did a number of reckless engineering-style alterations to her bedroom. She installed extra outlets, configured and messed with more "spy-like" ways to turn her computer on, and at one point designed a mini tesla-coil which she intended to use for decoration. Fortunately, this little project was stopped before it could ever be attempted.
  Her first job was an engineering apprenticeship which she stayed in for a few years. It took her father to point out a new better path in life for her: joining the Military. He had seen that she was getting frustrated with just having to follow what people were doing, and decided to step in. He did all the footwork for her, searching and looking for jobs for her, pretty much making it a full-time job despite his retirement. Tethys took the opportunity he'd found her with both hands, extremely grateful that he put in all the effort. She fell into the new world as easily as she fell into her adult life: her mind was set on being a great soldier, and her charisma increased to the point where she went up in the ranks. She is now a Sergeant, and enjoys keeping up the morale of those around her. When she is on duty, she maintains order as her training taught her. But off-duty, she enjoys being active and improving her command.
  
  Motivations: Inventing something cool.
  Disposition: Cheerful and optimistic, though can be a little full-on.
  Outlook: Still sees the world as a playground.
  Religion/Philosophy: Orthodox
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Positive Personality Traits: Determined, imaginative, hard-working despite first impressions.
  Negative Personality Traits: Can be arrogant, gregarious, not particularly good at reading people.
  Quirks: Really likes shooting and frequents a gun range with friends. Heavily into the retro motorcycle scene.
  Likes: Working on her projects, a good drink in a bar, perhaps a good fight in a bar too.
  Dislikes: Killjoys, tequila, how much retro motorcycles cost.
  Hobbies: Shooting at gun ranges, making alterations to her bike.
  
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  Full Name: Moscur Alir
  Nicknames: "Nerd"
  Race: Clone
  Gender: Male
  Current Age: 27
  Place of Residence: First Ring
  Place of Birth: First RIng
  
  Hair: Blond, quiff at the front
  Skin: Slight tan
  Eyes: Dark brown
  Height: 5'8" (172cm)
  Weight: 60kg (130lbs)
  
  Relatives: Rigad Alir (father), Agina Alir (mother), Tobor Alir (older brother), Hev Alir (younger brother), Aelin Alir (youngest brother)
  Occupation: Engineer
  Appearance: Moscur is a fairly young mind in the engineering circle, but some say he was taught by the best. His mother is similarly a very capable engineer, while his father is a sturdy businessman. Moscur revels in his mother's occupation and decided to follow suit. It gives him the freedom to take his work into the world, rather than being stuffed up in a building, as his father is. However, Moscur can be reckless: some jobs he did in preparation for following his mother got him injured. During one job, he was so badly injured his left leg was amputated. With a prosthetic always attached to him, Moscur has a healthier respect for the weight of some equipment.
  Fashion of Choice: Usually in a jumpsuit or other clothes that will prevent injury if he somehow gets set on fire again.
  History/Biography: Bullied a little by his brother gave Moscur an early maturity that has seen him through into a good job. He does not have the natural charisma and command of his older brother, but has a much more logical brain. He learns quickly, retains the information and it has done him very well in his reputation. He is seen as good of an engineer as his mother is, despite his youth. Something Moscur has always thought about, no matter the job, is whether it can be improved. With all these thoughts swirling in his head, he is always aiming high. Such aims brought him to applying for Epsilon Engineering and, after some references by his mother and his previous employers, he was accepted. They liked his "innovation and desire for improvement" but said he would have to tone down the "daring testing of prototypes."
  
  Motivations: Improvement
  Disposition: Self-assured but a little cowardly.
  Outlook: "Life's got a lot to offer, but I think I can make it better."
  Religion/Philosophy: Nothing really
  Sexuality: Asexual for the most part, though he wants children.
  Positive Personality Traits: Motivated, ambitious, charitable and intelligent.
  Negative Personality Traits: Cowardly, can be a little too reckless, easily-swayed.
  Quirks: Has a really good singing voice and enjoys using it.
  Likes: Colourful cocktails, that glorious feeling of making something work, being practical with his work.
  Dislikes: Theory, being called a nerd.
  Hobbies: Enjoys an odd bit of karaoke.
  
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  Full Name: Yulian Volkovoi
  Race: Human
  Gender: Male
  Current Age: 50
  Place of Residence: Twelfth Street Tower, Second Ring
  Place of Birth: First Ring
  
  Hair: Grey, short
  Skin: Pale
  Eyes: Blue
  Height: 5'10" (178cm)
  Weight: 77kg (168lbs)
  
  Relatives: ---
  Occupation: Braithe's Associate.
  Appearance: Volkovoi is a rather unassuming old man. Certainly the epitome of a grandfather. He is forever in a comfortable coat, worn with years of use, and his smile is always heartwarming.
  Fashion of Choice: Comfortable, warm.
  History/Biography: Volkovoi has been with Braithe for ten years. He met Braithe in the rarest way one could meet Braithe: in public. Braithe was being transported, by his associate at the time, out of a corporate building in the First Ring and into his limousine. As it was, Braithe's associate was also his chauffeur. The process of putting Braithe in the limo was slow, so Volkovoi stopped to help. He didn't end up being able to help, as the associate requested he stand away, so Volkovoi stood by and watched. The entire time, his face was part-way between concerned and prepared.
  After the associate had settle Braithe, he turned to thank Volkovoi, and ask his name.
  A few weeks later, Volkovoi recieved a summons to Braithe's office where the man himself asked Volkovoi if he would consider becoming a personal assistant as a result of his actions at the car, and what Braithe had observed since. Braithe let Volkovoi think about it, and Volkovoi eventually agreed.
  
  Motivations: Keeping Braithe safe.
  Disposition: Subtle and calm.
  Outlook: A positive outlook on the world. He doesn't share Braithe's dislike of much of the world. Thus, Braithe often consults him for his opinion.
  Religion/Philosophy: Orthodox
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  Positive Personality Traits: Methodical, caring, educated
  Negative Personality Traits: none he's a babe
  Quirks: Enjoys new technology, so often checks out new tech with his salary.
  Likes: A good story, the news, his apartment, friendship with Braithe.
  Dislikes: Seeing Braithe overwork himself, his tea going cold because he forgot about it.
  
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  Full Name: Villem Doncaster
  Nicknames: Don
  Race: Clone
  Gender: Male
  Current Age: 38
  Place of Residence: Twelfth Street Tower, Second Ring
  Place of Birth: Second Ring
  
  Hair: Dark brown, crew cut
  Skin: Slightly tanned
  Eyes: Brown
  Height: 6'3" (191cm)
  Weight: 85kg (187lbs)
  
  Relatives: ---
  Occupation: Braithe's Associate and Bodyguard.
  Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered and everything you would expect form a bodyguard. His jaw is broad and square, dusted by dark stubble every evening. His body is similarly toned, a result of his schedule gym-wise. He stands with his chest out, not in terms of pride, but in terms of fortitude. The only thing that softens his appearance is a pair of delicate glasses that adorn his nose.
  Fashion of Choice: Official. A suit, with thin protective body armour beneath, which bulks up his figure.
  History/Biography: As a clone, Doncaster doesn't have much biography. He was created to be the bodyguard of a politician named Moisey Datsik. However, when the politician began to have very questionable allegiances, specifically to Rebel forces, Doncaster left his employ and gained immunity to punishment by testifying against the politician when he was eventually arrested by EICA. Afterwards, he was approached by a jolly looking old man with bright eyes. He was not someone Doncaster ever expected to see on his apartment. A little ragged, wearing a heavy coat to keep out the cold, Doncaster's first through was that he was trying to sell a religion of some sort. But the man held himself too confidently to be doing such a thing: hands in coat pockets, smiling gently, it was as if he had lived on this floor all his life. That was Doncaster's other thought; was he a neighbour he'd never seen?
  
  Doncaster greeted the man amicably, at which point the man handed him a business card. On it was an address: Twelfth Street Tower, Penthouse. "Show this card at reception. Please come in two days, to meet Braithe at 3:30pm."
  
  Doncaster had heard of BraitheBright Broadcasting. The channel was an established media platform, one Doncaster occasionally watched. Without anything better to do, and not wanting to spend all his life reading about current events or working out, he found a lot of time on his hands during his time after the court case. So he immediately knew 'Braithe' had something to do with the company. However, it was not until Doncaster met the old man again that he learned anything new: various internet searches revealed nothing more than the surface information that Braithe was indeed the CEO and founder of BraitheBright. He also found a few vague articles accusing Braithe of some unfounded things, but there were never any quotes from Braithe nor anyone in his employ about the accusations.
  
  Doncaster met the man again, who introduced himself casually as Yulian Volkovoi, as he escorted Doncaster to the penthouse suite. Once in the penthouse's meeting room, Volkovoi left him alone for a minute, eventually returning pushing a wheelchair-bound pale figure who Doncaster was sure was a corpse. The hue of his skin was not natural, and Doncaster could tell his hair was not real. But the individual spoke, eventually, when all parties were settled at the large table.
  
  "I... am Braithe. Good to meet... you, Villem Doncaster. Do me... the honour of entering... into... my... employ as my... bodyguard. I admired... your steadfast... resoluteness... to morality... that caused your... recent... court date. As I... understand it... you were very... loyal... to... your previous... employer, Mr. Datsik, and... I extend... to you my... heartache and condolences... for... the pain... caused by... his... actions. Indeed... I confess... I had a hand in... securing him. I was asked, and paid, by the... EICA officers... to predict... his movements, which... I did for them. I understand... they had no... difficulty... tracking him... down... after... that point. This... is what I do... and it is... no secret... to... those whose circles... you... move in. I ask... simply for... you... to become... my bodyguard... and one of... my loyal... associates... but please... think about your verdict... for... as long... as... you... need. Volkvoi will... give you... a file with... what you can... expect from... being... in my... employ, as... well as some information... about me. I know... from your character... I do not... have... to worry... about you selling... the information. As... I see it... you have... integrity... and a good... set of personal... values. Volkovoi... will be... in touch... to hear... your verdict. Thank you for your patience... Villem Doncaster."
  
  The entire speech took five times longer than it ought to for Braithe to say, but it detailed exactly what the man was about. Too tired to be deceptive; to weak to scheme. Nothing matched the honestly of a man as close to death as he was. And Volkovoi, sat comfortably near to Braithe, with his hands still in his coat pockets, but with no trace of serious thought or jovial enjoyment on his face, was the picture of amicable neutrality. When Braithe was finished, at which point his head hung lower than usual, Volkovoi rose and asked if Doncaster would see himself out, after giving him a professionally-sealed file. Floored by the scene he had just been involved in, and suddenly aware of another layer Epsilon had, Doncaster left the penthouse in a dream, the only reality of it being the file in his hand.
  
  When Volkovoi appeared at his apartment to hear his verdict, Doncaster declared he accepted the position and would be glad to assist the gentleman who had expended so much effort to speak to him.
  
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