[System]
Former faction: Decepticons
Role: Engineer/medic

Normal Appearance:

Do not let her streamlined looks fool you - that only means that her weapons are protected in retractable pods. Nightscream stands about 9 meters tall. Her 'helmet' has a retractable visor that covers the entirety of her face when deployed and serves as a HUD.

Alternate form:
Cybertronian jet. As the word 'stealth' is not even in her vocabulary, Nightscream was against hiding on the human world from the get-go, not wanting to 'downgrade' to any human design. Her vehicle mode has the length of about 6 meters and top speed in atmosphere of about Mach 6. As usual with Cybertronian strikecraft, she is fully spaceworthy.

Weapons and tools:
2x retractable blades (Forearms) - Only available in robot mode. A last ditch weapons for when somebody manages to get too close to her.
4x energy blaster (Wings/Wrist pods) - The basic cannons. Not really powerful unless the target is hit with several shots, but with high rate of fire and good energy efficiency.
2x null ray (Hull mounts/Shoulder pods) - High-power weapons that can disable target's electronics (or nervous system) in a single shot and permanently fry it in few, depending on the target's size. The downside is the reload which can take from 60 seconds to five minutes, depending on how much power is Nightscream directing to her other systems.
2x Fusion bomb (Bomb bay) - Only available in vehicle mode. Nightscream's cargo bay can either hold 2 guided glider bombs or minicons/capsule transformers.
Disruptor field (Minicon/Cyber key/...) - When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes.

Personality:
Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

History:
Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she is vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:
- She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream most of the time stays out of a fight or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
- Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
- Voice actor: Alix Wilton Regan
- Theme: Jinki Extend OST, 18 - Game Kaishi
Name: Nightscream

Former faction: Decepticons

Role: Engineer / Medic / Mad Scientist

Normal Appearance:

When choosing an Earth form, Nightscream was hard pressed to keep her body's power consumption low enough. Thus she chose to make her actual body rather small for the day-to-day things and capable of powerlinking with additional parts attachable to her vehicle mode in a larger, more armored and armed Brute mode. In this form she is almost universally grey and silver with purple and yellow accents. Unlike her cybertronian form that was designed to work in labs, Nightscream's Earth form is bulkier and more armored and also capable of flight in a proto form. Her face has a deployable visor and faceplate.
(Same shape as Armada Jetfire)

Brute Mode:

Nightscream can combine with the unused parts of her alternate mode that take the shape of the boosters and external tank. Her main body collapses it's limbs to form attachment points of the larger limbs and additional armor made out of the disassembled ET. The boosters split in half, the bottom transforming into shoulder mounted cannons while the top transforms into a new set of arms ended in a heavy-duty three arm grapples for hands. In this form she is mostly purple with yellow accents and grey cannons and arms

Alternate form:

The space shuttle. Still not a proponent of stealth, Nightscream kept her usual color scheme. The main body of the shuttle is mostly grey, connected to a purple tank and grey set of boosters. The alt-mode is capable of functioning without the parts that form Nightscream's Brute Mode, sacrificing thrust power for increased agility.

Weapons and tools:

Plasma blaster (Protoform): A gun firing plasma bolts. Trades in rate of fire for heavier hit.
Shield (Protoform): A simple bit of heavy armor that serves as a shield.
2x Missiles (All modes): Wing mounted missiles. Nightscream can swap the warheads if she has alternatives available, but usually she will keep one armed with high explosive and another with an EMP warhead.
4x Energy blaster (Vehicle mode): The standard ranged weapon of choice mounted in the leading edge of the wings. Low energy consumption and damage, high rate of fire. Nightscream has the habit of cycling the barrels on her weapons, virtually quadrupling her rate of fire.
2x Rocket blaster (Brute mode): Monstrous cannons capable of bringing down buildings. They require several seconds of charge before firing and five minutes to cool down and consume unhealthy amount of energon, but one or two hits is all it takes to bring down even larger transformers or to disable a key system on a spaceship.
Null field (Minicon/Cyber Key/...): When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes. She can expand the field's volume at the cost of its longevity.
Laserbeak: Nightscream took possession of Soundwave's deployer for the time being. He can launch out of her cargo bay in vehicle mode or chest in her protoform. She is unable to deploy laserbeak in Brute mode.

Personality:

Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being, followed by other Seekers, her mentor Soundwave and then maybe some greater causes. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

Her projects came to be used in a different manner than she intended, having to give up her prototype chassis to extend the life of one of her new 'comrades' and in the wake of the threat of Megatronus, she is willing to enter the battle if it means liberating her brother from his grasp and making sure his influence will never extend to Cybertron.

History:

Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she remained vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:

* She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream stays out of a fight most of the time or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
* Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
* Voice actor: Lexa Doig
* Theme

Relations with other characters:

* Prsim: Nightscream is neutral to the autobot, often amused by her at times naive and always straightforward approach to things, usually involving explosives or other causes of heavy damage. Suffice to say the seeker know whom to call upon if there is a building block that offends her. She enjoys schooling the younger autobot with mean and harsh devices, but does it in fact out of the goodness of hešr spark, trying to expand her ways of thinking.
* Turbulence: She approves of him being in the autobot minority to actually use a flight capable alternate mode, as well as being amazed at his internal design. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't look like she would be able to perform experiments on him any time soon.
* Sklog: Having invested lot of her research resources into the former dinobot turned something greater than a predacon, Nightscream is interested in seeing if Sklog's mind would be able to make use of the newfound processing capability and to what potential he can bring her invention. She does harbor some personal bond to the other decepticon, what with seeing him through his reincarnation.
* Cyclonus: Primus! And I thought I was the relic of an old era here!
* Blackarachnia: Ah, my favorite toy. Too bad it got infested and had to be burned.
* Soundwave: Despite bonding to the point of referring to each other as siblings, one look will identify Nightscream as a seeker when the second will identify Soundwave as anything but, disproving the theory of them being related. Their bond goes just as deep though.
* Trine: Nightscream did not share the names of her trine, whether they are still alive or what faction they fight for.

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With the four of them all introduced to one another, including Sklog, who Prism was surprised spoke at all, now was the time to actually form a plan. Nightscream had suggested going to Kaon first, rather than exploring Iacon. If Prism was going to be honest with herself, she believed that it was a better idea. She couldn't remember the last time that she had actually ventured further than the corridor leading to the hangar. If Nightscream had maps and inventory lists of what was stored in Kaon like she said, then it would be much more profitable to go there first before exploring Iacon. Not to mention that Turbulance needed to be fixed up if he was going to be a lasting member of the group.

"I say we go with Nightscream's idea. We head to Kaon, see what we can pick up there, and maybe even set up a base of operations there. With maps and lists, we'll have more information of what's there compared to the information about what's in Iacon, which at the moment is almost nothing as far as I know." She looked to Turbulence. "You can ride on my back, if you need to. I'm not sure how well your wings are going to hold up if you keep using them."

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"I guess Kaon shouldn't be too bad. I remember working as a transporter there few million years ago before...Well, yeah." Turbulence decided not to finish his reminiscence in favor of not sounding pretentious or risking bringing up bad blood. Though aside from the gladiator pits, the place was at the very least tolerable in the aspect of being industrial centered; however he could not recall if the Decepticons had made the city's architecture "pointier" than it originally been.

After Prism made her offer to carry Turbulence, assumingly in alt mode, he quickly referred to his readouts where were kind enough to assault him with an endless barrage of updates and notices. His Transformation Cog for the moment was stable and cooled but there was apparent damage to it and much more to Turbulence's own vehicle form to the point where he was no longer considered air-worthy. Suffice to say, he was grounded. Probably should have taken up the triple-changer offer when he had the chance.

"I think I can transform without breaking anything more. Hopefully. But I'm definitely not going to be going anywhere...So...Pickup would be appreciated."


[System]
Nicknames: Liv, Livie

Age: 19

From: North Woolmarket, Mississippi (located about 15 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico)

Appearance:

Weapons: Takedown recurve bow, ax, bowie knife, any gun with ammo she can get her hands on

History: To come in the main story.

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Shawn listed to everything making sure to keep eye contact with her eyes. A lot of what she said made sense As he had come to expect and the fact that she was honest and not into sugar coating the situation was inspiring. He Found himself nodding to most of what she said and her ideas of the future with a few very minor addendum's. As it was late and they had been on a busy couple of days he found his eye lids slightly heavy. His smile stayed on his face. "I think that's a great Idea. I would add that we try and hide the boat as a back up just in case we need to relocate and speaking of I would think that we have a second land home like a RV camper just in case and keep it hidden as well. Keeping the boat and camper with a weeks worth of water and full on fuel. A fire place would be perfect. We could cook and stay warm without having to rely on gas. I'm not sure how munch we might be able to grow other then potatoes in a area with such a short warm period. The main issue is how we go about finding a spot without becoming a target and without loosing the boat as a fall back point. We should sit and spend a day trying to find a spot. Maybe hit a library and grab a few atlases. I have here some water charts but they don't really give the land layout. I don't want to settle on an area and find out its a hill, or not close to a river."

Her next comment froze Shawn like the shower. He was More attentive and leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. Shawn felt his face get a little red as he spoke. "I reccon I'm not for sure on what to call us. I know my feelings for you are true enough. I would think that we are more then friends. You are dear to me and I do love you. Its more then my girlfriend. Could we be lovers? Simple and pure emotion? I always thought that the term being used just to explain only the physical was kinda trashy. When writers and hallmark use the word love to only describe the emotional connection between two people. You don't say the word love to a relative inferring the physical. So I think that's were I would place my feelings to you when I say that I love you. Its the Emotional connection when I see you or when you smile at me." He got a little redder in the face. "Course I'm not saying that I don't find you attractive, because I do." he looks down at your hand in his and rubs the back of it with his thumb. "I really do."

[Assistant]
Having been alone for so long and being on the move almost constantly, Olivia hadn't really thought of the idea of having an extra spot to stay in case something happened once they settled down in Canada. Shawn's suggestion of finding a camper and hiding the boat was a good one. Olivia agreed readily, glad that he had thought of it when she had not. The idea that they might not be able to grow much was a bit worrisome though, but they could always build a green house. With a greenhouse they could grow fruit and vegetables year round. That was something they were going to have to find though--seeds to grow. Olivia also agreed that they needed to get some maps saying, "I think we should do that soon then. Perhaps take tomorrow to rest, and then go searching the libraries the day after that."

When Shawn began to reflect on her question of what they were to each other, Olivia listened patiently. Lovers. She had kind of thought of that herself. When not meaning just the physical aspect of a relationship, it felt deeper than the terms 'girlfriend' and 'boyfriend'. Olivia had felt a weird saying it aloud, but when Shawn spoke the word it settled into her mind and just seemed right. She smiled happily at his words, her smile changing to a bit of a grin when she saw him blushing. Shawn was simply too cute when he got embarrassed. But then his next words had her blushing. "You're not so bad looking yourself," Olivia teased, giving his hand a squeeze. Standing up with Shawn's hand still in hers, Olivia came to a stop in front of his chair. Taking his other hand in hers she pulled him up and out of his chair. Wrapping her arms around Shawn's shoulders she leaned up on her tip-toes to place a loving kiss on his lips. Breaking away from the kiss, she beamed up at him and said, "Come on, handsome. Let's go get some rest." Taking one of his hands in hers again, Olivia led Shawn into their new bedroom. She crawled into the bed which was now clean and smelled a lot better than before. It was chilly and so Olivia snuggled up close to Shawn, draping her arm across his stomach and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Mmmm, you're nice and warm," Olivia hummed happily as she cuddled up to him.

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The kiss was unexpected but very welcome he couldn't resist kissing her back. As she broke it to lead him to bed he was reeling with her love. He broke the eye contact to look at her more as a woman. A very fine southern woman. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her more to hold her hostage in his arms and exact a ransom of kisses from Olivia. To gaze up at her over him like a vision of heavens grace. As she smiled down at him. His heart beat fast as Shawn's mind raced with possibilities. Closing his eyes within a forced blink he banished the thoughts and felt his hand being lead by Olivia.

Shawn followed like a puppy. If he had a tail it would be knocking stuff over as it waged behind him. Her thin night wear was making impossible to sleep for the first few hours all he could do was wrap his arm around Olivia and stare at the ceiling with a deep pink on his face. He took a deep breath as he laid there on his back whit Olivia against him. Both under the covers on a boat as the water rocked them Shawn kept his hand at her hip. He dared to imaging what might or might not be there under what he could see. With his free hand he pinched his leg hard digging his short nails into his skin. It would bruise but that was ok with him. The pain helped a lot. Eventually he got use to her being so close her sweet smell as he breathed in her hair. Shawn just laid there and softly touched her hand on his stomach. Interlocking the fingers of Shawn's hand with Olivia's the smile stayed on his face eventually he drifted off to sleep.

[Assistant]
Three weeks had passed since Shawn and Olivia moved in together. Winter was in full swing now. The Walkers were frozen solid, the snow was piling up, the days grew colder, and the nights grew longer. Their life together was simple but pleasant. Days were spent working to build up a store of gear and food. Olivia had found a food dehydrator and she started making jerky of whatever she and Shawn could catch. Fish, deer, wild pigs, rabbits. Earlier on they had visited some libraries in order to find maps of Canada and the US to help them on their journey. They also took a few books on survival tips and other subjects that would help them, as well as some novels to enjoy. When not working they would relax and enjoy each others company. They talked about their plans for the future, about their pasts, about the now. They'd sit and read together, had meals together, even played in the snow sometimes. Olivia recalled a snowball fight when she had managed to peg Shawn square in the face. He had chased after her, shouting that he would get his revenge, and when he caught her he shoved a handful of snow into her face. It was cold and fun, and afterwards they went home, curled up with a blanket, and had some hot tea. Olivia had fallen asleep with her head on Shawn's shoulder that night, worn out as she was by their winter fun. Shawn had become an irreplaceable part of Olivia's life. She could no longer imagine what it would be like without him around. Every day their trust grew deeper and her love for him grew stronger.

"I'm going out," Olivia called to Shawn as she pulled her knit hat onto her head and over her ears. "I'll be back as soon as I can, and before I get out of radio range I'll key in. I love you." So saying Olivia wrapped her arms around Shawn's shoulders and gave him a kiss. Then she gathered up her gear and head out. She was headed off to Central Park to do some more hunting.

The city was quiet except for the sounds of Olivia's feet crunching on the new snow that had fallen last night. Already more of the delicate ice crystals were beginning to pile up as she sky let loose its burden. Her breath formed a cloud in front of her face as she breathed out, and the icy wind turned her cheeks red. Olivia tugged on her scarf with one gloved hand to pull it farther up her face. It was cold, and yet it didn't seep into Olivia's bones as the cold back home in Mississippi had always done. Probably because it wasn't so humid. When Olivia neared the point where her radio would no longer be able to reach Shawn's, she stopped to call in. "Alright, love," she said cheerfully over the radio. "I'm about to go out of range. I love you and I'll check in when I get back in range. See you when I get home." She listened for his response, and once they had said their goodbyes she switched off the handset. Olivia pushed farther into the city.

Central Park had become a graveyard of trees. No greenery remained, with the exception of a few perennial pines. The pond was frozen over and buried beneath a layer of snow. Benches and lamp posts served as markers, drawing an invisible line that Olivia did not dare to cross unless she should wander onto the pond only to fall through if the ice was too thin to hold her. Instead she stayed toward the tree line. That was where she needed to be anyway to get the animals. She had laid out several traps in the previous week and she was going about checking them now. If her traps had failed then she would see if she could catch something the old fashioned way--by tracking it down herself. The first three traps were empty with no tracks left in the snow. The fourth one, however... The noose was empty, but the trap had been snapped and there were rabbit tracks in the snow. What really worried Olivia was the fact that there were human footprints there too. At least three pairs at that. It was clear that it was human as it couldn't be Walkers for numerous reasons.

Someone had found one of her traps and they had taken her kill. Who was to say that there weren't more of her traps where she had caught animals, only to have them stolen. It was a dog-eat-dog world now, but Olivia was still pissed off that someone was taking her and Shawn's food. At the same time she realized that she and Shawn were no longer alone in New York. They hadn't seen anyone else these past three weeks, but now here were some signs of human life. They were going to have to be extra careful from now on. In fact, Olivia thought it would be wise to leave now and get back home to tell Shawn about what she had discovered. There could be people nearby at this very moment. She made to stand up from where she had been kneeling in the snow to inspect her trap. That was when Olivia heard the click of a gun's hammer being pulled back. The sound was close in her ear. She could feel the barrel of the gun poking into the back of her head through the padding of her jacket hood.

"Lay your weapons down," a voice commanded. Adult male. At least in his thirties. She looked out of the corner of her eyes. There were two more on either side within her peripheral vision. One had an ax, the other a knife. That was all they seemed to have.

"Now," the man barked when Olivia failed to comply immediately. Slowly she set down her bow and arrows, gun, and bowie knife. "Put your hands behind your head and stand up slowly." Her heart was beating fast, but not in fear. She knew what she had to do.

Quickly Olivia dodged backwards, slipping past the gun to grab hold of the man's arm and yank him forward and off balance. As soon as he began to fall she pulled a knife from her boot--one that she kept hidden and never kept sheathed. She leaped up, swinging the knife as she went, using her momentum to drive it into her attacker's skull. He was dead before he hit the snow. The other two leaped after Olivia, but even as she had killed the gunman she had taken his pistol. Once, twice she shot, sending a bullet boring into each man's head. Then they too fell dead into the snow. They would never arise as Walkers, their brains destroyed either by bullet or blade. Olivia felt no remorse for killing these men. She had seen the look in their eyes. They had known she was a woman and had had plans for her. Well, their plans would do them no good now.

Olivia pat down the bodies of the three men she had just killed and took anything of use they had. The gun, ax, and knife all went into her belt. She took the extra ammo the gunman had, grabbed the lighters and matches they had with them, and took back her rabbit that hat yet to be torn into. Olivia left them there, not caring to dispose of their bodies. She needed to get home and fast. However, she took the time to remain hidden and forced herself to take longer, winding routes on her trek back to the docks. If anyone else had seen her in the park she didn't want to give them an easy time to track her down. As soon as she was in range, Olivia radioed in to Shawn. "There were some complications. I'm coming home now," she muttered into the radio. "Going dark for the moment." Then she shut the handset off again. Soon, however, she was home.

"I'm back," she called out as she pushed her way through the door. Olivia closed it behind her, set her bow against the wall, shrugged off all her gear, and started to take off her jacket that now had fresh blood spatters all over it. Her expression was blank, but there was a bit of a hard look in her eyes. She had been like that the entire way home. However, when Olivia saw Shawn her entire disposition changed. She finally allowed herself to feel the fear that had tried to creep into her mind when she had been cornered by those men and thought her worst nightmares might be repeated. Wasting no time at all, Olivia let her jacket fall to the floor and she ran to Shawn. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest as her body trembled against his. Olivia wasn't crying. Not yet. But she was close.


[System]
Alias: Negative Man

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Brave, Astute, Militarist, Self-Destructive

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers:
The Negative Spirit – Larry's physiology has been altered to a plasma-like, radioactive state. His density can be freely changed, and he can discharge blasts of negative energy. There is a finite amount of this energy, but he retains control of each atom that comprises it.

The Mechanical Vessel - To minimize the poisonous side effect of his powers, an android containment suit was created for him to inhabit and control known as unit K. Bravo. The suit is highly customizable such that Larry can have different appearances if needed. The energy needed to power this machine is bound to the unique signature of Negative Man's radiation, making it useless for others to utilize.

Son of the Skies – While his body is gone, lieutenant commander Trainor's mind remains. His piloting skills and commando training are still assets that he boasts over most, even while some of his teammates can fly without the need of machines.

Weaknesses:
Background Radiation - The nature of Negative Man's powers is inherently dangerous to individuals around him if left unchecked, forcing him to not utilize his full potential. Even with that in mind, compromising his containment suit would effectively remove him from a fight unless the stakes are too high to ignore.

Memoryleaks – Something lurks in the back of Negative Man's mind. A feeling of dread and loss. Is there something he hasn't noticed since the accident that gave him his powers? Is he still really Larry Trainor if the flesh that was given that name all burnt to ash? Or could there be conspiracies that he cannot comprehend even as an elemental? This plague of the mind haunts him, complementing his potential nuclear instability with a fragile psyche.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Let's explore universality with this interpretation of Negative Man with regards to the last iteration of Polarity Man. This character is basically Larry retaining most of his personality before the accident instead of becoming a cold, non-killing machine. Now, he's going to be a fiery, non-killing machine that must balance the duties he has as a soldier and superhero.I hope to still play out the theme of identity and change with this character, with the ideas of what a hero should be while also upholding the laws we find in our society.

Also, I hope that the Blue Beetle/Question/Polarity Man dynamic stays with these new interpretations.

Altered History: A day before the fateful test flight that would have placed Lieutenant Trainor in the Doom Patroller jet, a surprise attack orchestrated by the mysterious General Immortus occurred on the airbase where Polarity Man was created. The assaulting forces began sieging the base, but the defending soldiers refused to lose an inch of ground to the enemy.

Unbeknownst to most on the base, this attack was merely a diversion for the shapeshifting Madame Rouge to sneak in and make off with the jet herself. The only person to notice this attempted theft was the individual she stole the identity of: our destiny bound airman, Lt. Larry.

As the lieutenant confronted the French thief, a fight between them would soon break out. At this point in time, the very normal and un-superpowered Larry Trainor was beaten down quickly but not before he managed to place a grenade inside the plane's cockpit. The explosion would trigger a chain reaction, causing the same events that lead to him becoming Polarity Man, except this time our brave hero willingly made the decision to stop evil with his sacrifice.

Recommended Background Leaguer: Cliff Baker as Animal Man

BRIEF Bio:
Lieutenant Larry Trainor was a USAF special operations agent who happened to die for his country. Yet, his spirit lives on in a literal sense as his consciousness began to manifest as the hero known as Negative Man.

After the attack on the airbase he was stationed in, spikes in an unknown radiation would occur at random times throughout the days that follow. Determined to figure out the cause, the base's research department managed to track the largest concentration of the energy and contain it in a vacuum-sealed chamber. A few days later, the energy took the a more human figure and spoke: "It burns!" exclaimed the energy before settling down.

Tests were ran and stabilizing agents were administered until they could make heads of what they had captured. As months passed, the scientists began getting sick. A new batch of eggheads was brought in to replace the old one and the first thing they did was to create an even stronger container that could block out the radiation. This was android K. Alpha.

After a year of this impromptu project, the Negative Man was introduced as the military's sponsored hero for the Justice League. The story of a brave soldier whose relentless spirit came back to fight for America was quickly sold to the press, and the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander Larry Trainor found himself amongst the ranks of gods.

Notes: The android suit is based off the same technology that Robotman used. Unless there's already a plan for him, Buddy Baker should have been Animal Man before Cliff but is now MIA.

Sample Post:
If he still had skin, Negative Man would have woken up in cold sweat. As he began to regain consciousness, the first thing Larry did was clutch his side. "Argh. Feels like I've been stabbed… Phantom pain from the explosion. Must be it." Indeed, while it has been some time now that he has been Negative Man, the fires of his creation still burn from time to time. This was no time to sit idle though as he realized that he was in middle of the Metro Tower's lobby. In a panic, he searched for his containment suit in order to stop the spread of his radiation, but it soon became clear that no one else was in his immediate vicinity. Windows that were suppose to let in sunlight were suddenly pitch black. This was troubling.

"Calm. Must stay calm to keep power down." He uttered to himself before finding his suit across the hall, lying on the ground. Like a ghost possessing a body, Negative Man entered the shell and the android's eyes soon changed color into that of a bright yellow. The red accents of his suit brightened up as well, causing him to pause briefly and admire the wonders of his surrogate. With his immediate drawback in check, Larry proceeded to his quarters via elevator. While it seemed like an eternity, it was a nice ride considering there were no interruptions along the way unlike every other day.

Reaching his destination, the Negative Man peered on both sides before exiting the elevator. No one could be found. Silently, he walked towards his room. Why a machine and an energy elemental need a bed is anyone's guess but underneath it was an emergency radio that was wired to his superiors in the military.

"Come in, Langley. Metro Tower might be compromised. Send ground forces to quarantine in event of disaster." Static was the only response he had. The lieutenant commander could only hope that his message had reached the right ears.

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The Warden rarely felt the need to eat - advantages of having a photosynthesizing plant on your back - but he did love fried foods, and took the chance whenever able to enjoy Champion's meals. Sure it probably wasn't healthy, but there also wasn't a doctor alive who could properly prescribe a nutrition regimen to him, so he thought it fair game. Of course, he was only a few bites in before Solara thought it a fine idea to ambush them, setting the Martian on fire and then smashing the hell out of poor Supergirl. He stuffed a few more chips into his mouth before jumping to the rafters once more. One of his favorite haunts when things when to shit - getting the high ground was of utmost importance... as was preserving his meal. He quickly stashed it in one of the ventilation ducts before turning to the main battle. Turning back to the battle, he noticed Solara temporarily distracted by Kitsune, Supergirl dying on the ground, and a green martian with serious burns... and then Zatanna, mostly okay. "We have casualties. You have magic. Please be of assistance." He turned back to the battle, as Solara charged back towards The Champion.

"Could we. For once. Have. one. Meeting. Without. A. Nut. Head. Attacking. Us." The Warden ranted angrily, each line punctuated by a long range slap with a vine, as he dove on Solara from her side, punching her twice before she retaliated with a forearm to his arm. He blocked it. He still flew into the wall. She turned to face him, but got an uppercut from Champion for her troubles. Warden smiled, as he threw himself back into the fray as well. "She can't fight us all at once"

[Assistant]
Things blurred for Aurora.

Every second counted in every fight, and she lost hers even before it really started. She was on her way to the meeting hall when something crashed from the upper floors. From where she was floating she heard a small crash, next thing she knew she felt the impact of a crashing object near her with a force strong enough to knock her out.

Aurora was not invulnerable, but she was durable enough. She was up and about within minutes. Around her were the Metro Tower staff, a medical emergency aid of sorts she figured given the language and first aid they applied to her. She thought of their actions as uncalled for, but she appreciated the gesture. She gestured for them to stop, and rose form her feet.

Pain echoed from her back the moment she stood completely, not disorienting, but nothing adrenaline couldn't bandage. Aurora scanned her surroundings and expected her body as she asked the Metro Tower what had happened.

From what she understood there's a rouge superpower running about the tower. There had been no official decree has been set on how to deal with the threat. Incapacitate as soon as possible was the general consensus given their Superman level damage capabilities. To aurora this meant that all hands on deck, and hopefully the Superman setting mentioned in the old manuals were still in place.

Aurora gave her thanks towards the staff and flew away. Her destination being the chaos. She was good in a fight, but against someone with a Superman level damage capability she would be minced meat within seconds. Still there was something she could do, just not direct combat. If a threat of that level was around there would be casualties that would need her help.

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The eruption into the Metro Tower sent stray pieces of debris everywhere. One collided with Barda and sent her to the ground. Her head knocked against it hard. Fuzzy shapes formed in the corner of her eyes before worked through them. The sound of fighting radiated all around her. It was everything. It was all things. Still, she silenced the song into one clear voice. It was the voice she needed to overcome. She blinked numerous times, and then she slid her palms under the beam, molten hot on either end that laid over her. She pushed it up and away from her body. Standing, she surveyed around her. The room was mostly destroyed, and many of the heroes were gone. She didn't know why. She assumed it was from valiant combat. There hovered a woman, the obvious assailant.

"Oh, idiot child," she said. Barda considered using her Mega Rod, but they were in a populated area. Its range was far too large and massive that she could be assured there wouldn't be causalities. In the days of past, she wouldn't have cared. The Justice League made sure she cared. So, she sighed and jumped up at the woman, readying a punch to the face. It was deflected, easily. Yet, Barda landed, twisted away from the heat vision shot her way and took a different angle. She was able to get her punch in then, landing it directly in Solara's midsection. The other screamed and pushed Barda away, but she was ready. She vaulted off the nearest surface, whatever that was, and launched herself at Solara again. The process happened again and again, Barda getting the upper hand on one-to-one combat. That was until the Kryptonian blasted her laser vision well into Barda's chest, she flew back into the ground. Her ears rang and everything hurt.

Yet, Barda knew she had the Mega Rod. She knew it could give a heavy amount of damage. She just needed Solara positioned upwards and away from people. She angled the weapon upwards. "Can someone get her in my range?" she asked, pulling herself up slowly. She wouldn't be on the offensive again, she needed help.

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[Assistant]
The radiation meter installed inside Negative Man's surrogate body had gone ballistic before the Kryptonian foe had crashed through their roof, causing the irradiated man himself to flinch. As he came back to his senses, the other Leaguers had launched themselves against Solara and made it obvious that she wore the emblem of Superman with the same power that the Man of Steel wielded. However, she clearly did not have the same restraint their once proud founder had. In order to fight her, Negative Man needed to pull out all the stops as well.

The Negative Spirit soon left the android that hosted it. Normally, anyone in prolonged direct contact was in danger of radioactive poisoning but the alien physiology of their enemy could clearly withstand that. Larry, however, deduced that certain parts were still sensitive to light. In fact, super-vision might just play in his favour as he raced his ethereal body towards Solara in an attempt to blind her eyes. His body would coil itself like a snake who had caught its prey on to the Kryptonian, discharging radiation bursts at her eyes which most likely would cause her to blast heat vision to get Negative Man off.

A garbled shriek would be let out by the nuclear ghost as the heat vision intensified. His teammates needed to capitalize on what little distraction he was causing at the moment.


[System]
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Rank: Pack Member
Skin Description: Full Body Shot, Top Half Close Up
Fur Description: Snarling front on, Full Body Shot
In-Depth Description: Blake is a large man, standing at about 6'5" in his human form. His dark hair transfers across into his wolf form, giving him dark brown fur that seems black in some lights. His wolf form has cold pale yellow eyes, bordering grey, which turn into a more blue-grey colour when he's in his human form. He stands at about 50" in his wolf form, filling out well to retain a muscular and bulky form. However, his large size may translate well in terms of strength and power, he lacks the agility many smaller wolves possess, though his stamina takes no hindrance.
Basic Personality: Blake is not a genius by any stretch of imagination, but nor is he stupid. He understands well the things he is used to, but can be slow to grasp new concepts and adjust to new ways of living. He is fiercely protective of his pack, and loyal to them also, but values the survival of the pack over any one of its members. Due to his slower physique, Blake prefers to lie in wait during hunts, let the faster wolves chase the prey to him, before he leaps out from hiding and uses his mass and strong jaws to take down most preys quickly and efficiently. He transfers this hunting technique to many other forms of conflict, including arguments. He is quite happy to watch a debate rage on between other members of the pack, calculating his move, before throwing his weight behind one side of the argument or the other at the opportune moment for maximum impact.
Brief History: Blake has grown cold to other lycanthropes over the past four years, and as such is finding it difficult to adjust back into pack life. He was the second child of the Alphas of the pack he was born into, and grew jealous of the older brother born minutes before him. His older brother had been smaller, weaker and by - Blake's belief - less intelligent than Blake himself. So when their father passed away in a hunting accident when Blake was 29, he attempted to take the position of Alpha for himself. None of the others supported Blake's claim, so instead, Blake attacked his brother during a hunt in their wolf forms. In his mind, Blake was doing what was best for the pack, by not allowing them to have a weak Alpha. The rest of the pack intervened, however, after Blake's brother sustained significant injuries in the fight, and Blake was forced to retreat and flee. He spent several years wandering alone, hunting alone and living alone, before he met the new pack.
Extra: Blake will remain fiercely loyal to the Alphas of his pack as long as he respects their strength. If they were to show signs of weakness, his loyalty could begin to waver and he might begin to question their legitimacy as Alphas...

Name: Jace
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Beta Male (?)
Skin Description: Human Appearance
Fur Description: Wolf Appearance
In-Depth Description: Jace stands at about six foot in height, with brown hair and a tanned complexion. His angular face is often framed by a scruffy light stubby, and his eyes are a hazel-brown colour. In wolf form, he stands at around 46" in height, and has brown mottled fur, threaded with white and some black in places. When in his human form, he is often found wearing jeans, a plain t-shirt and a leather jacket.
Basic Personality: Strong and dependable are two words with come to mind when describing Jace's personality. His loyalty is unwavering, and he believes in honour and doing what is right above all else. He has a strong sense of morality, and likes to think things through rationally before acting on them. He rarely gets angry, though can be quite stubborn at times.
Brief History: [Undecided. I'll probably work it out as the character progresses.]
Extra: Is a fan of classical music, and is quite proficient at playing the piano.

Name: Alexander, 'Xan'
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Rank: Pack Member
Skin Description: Human Appearance
Fur Description: Wolf Appearance
In-Depth Description: Xan isn't an overly tall man. Standing at around five foot seven, he is shorter than several of the other males of the pack. This carries across into his wolf form, where he stands at around 43" in height. In his wolf form, his dark human hair becomes a coat of light brown almost ginger fur, though he retains his brown eyes in both forms.
Basic Personality: Timid and a bit of a pushover, Xan is quite happy to go along with whatever everyone else wants to do. He's quite smart, but is scared of getting things wrong a lot of the time, so says nothing. Having only just reached an age where the pack considers him an adult, he's still quite unsure of himself and his place in the pack.
Brief History: [Undecided. I'll probably work it out as the character progresses.]

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Adeline Styker
Outside the Dorms

 As the assembly released, Adeline walked with her head down and her hood up on her heavy, black winter parka. She hated winter and everything about it. It was too cold for her. She had an iron deficiency which always made her cold regardless of the weather so she didn't need piercing winds and three feet of snow to help her condition. It was always dark and everything was dying. How was winter enjoyable for anyone? The only excuse anyone ever gave her was the old "Its cuddle weather." Well that would be true but when you hadn't had a boyfriend in three years like Adeline, that wasn't a valid response.
 Her thigh high, wedge heeled black boots sunk into the deep snow with every step she took back toward her dorm room. She was excited to be here, but she was sure her countenance did not show that. She didn't talk to very many people and the only friend she had, had recently shunned her just because their opinions on a certain subject had differed. So coming back to this school, she was friendless. And to be honest, she couldn't care less. She was sure there were plenty of other people like her here that would eventually befriend her. She usually didn't approach people first.
 As she entered the front door of her dorm building, she wondered what her Dad had done with her suitcase. She was sure he had put it in her room but where? As she rode the elevator up to her room alone, her phone went off and sure enough, it was her Dad telling her that her suitcase was under her bed in her room. As she approached the door to her room, it was not locked which surprised her. She walked in and already couldn't wait to start customizing her room. That was the one thing she enjoyed about moving. She plopped down on her bed and suddenly began missing her cat immensely. She would head over to the cafeteria at six for dinner even though she wasn't hungry. Maybe she would just hang around and people watch.

[Assistant]
Ambra

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Ambra padded along as silently as possible, leading her small and newly formed pack to a new life in a place so remote she hoped no one would ever discover them. There was supposed to be an old mining settlement ahead, just a few small cabins in the middle of the wilderness. 'We should be there soon, in just a couple minutes I'd say.' She called to the others through their mental link. Birds ignored them for the most part, they were part of the environment, organic and natural unlike most humans. Chirps and a cacophony of other sounds filled the air, it was early spring and snow still covered the ground. She was grateful though that it was starting to warm now and they wouldn't have such a hard time picking things up here and making things livable. Ambra was also grateful that they were all not human, even little Celeste was capable of surviving more than even an adult human was. They were just resilient, far more so than humans could ever hope to be.

Just as she had predicted she started to see a small cabin just through the thick trees. It's log walls were heavily weathered but still standing, the tin roof was mostly intact with just a few places that needed to be tacked back down. There were only ten small cabins. Just enough for her people, they would all stay in one place tonight for security after the long journey here. Some of the males packed things just as Ambra did on her back. They'd come up with special packs so that they could carry them in their wolf forms, it was easier that way.

Trotting eagerly the last several feet into the clearing, it was just enough free space to watch for incoming beings. She could hear the river not so far away, a mile or so maybe. It would be a wonderful life here she hoped. For her sake and for the wolves who had decided to follow her. She shook out her charcoal colored fur as she stepped out of the pack, setting it down easily.

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Celeste

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Celeste trotted towards the back of the pack, ears slightly lowered as she padded forward. Loosing her mother was still fresh in her mind and she was not completely at ease with all of these strange wolves yet. She was grateful they had taken her in as one of their own and didn't leave her wandering the wilderness by herself. If it had some to that she would have lasted longer than a human but still, her mother hadn't taught her how to hunt and she could have quickly starved. Or eaten by a bear or other predators hungry enough. The young pup was glad for her fur coat because though spring was well on its way, there was still snow on the ground and a bite in the air. As the group continued onward, Celeste wondered what their new home would be like. She had been told they were headed for an old mining settlement but she didn't know what that was or what it even looked like. Would there be enough room for them? Who would she stay with? Would there not be enough room and they decided she needed to leave?

She had to forcefully shake her head. Momma always told her she had an overactive imagination and it ran away from her sometimes. Her ears drooped further at the thought and she sighed softly. Momma... Celeste had to force the tears away. No, she couldn't. Not right now. She needed to put on a brave face. At least until she was alone so she could cry without worrying anyone else. A butterfly suddenly fluttered in her line of vision and Celeste paused as the insect fluttered onto her nose. The pup paused and almost went cross-eyed from staring at the butterfly in awe. It flapped its wings a few times before taking off, Celeste watching its departure. She then continued walking.

'We should be there soon, in just a couple minutes I'd say.'

Celeste sighed happily at Ambra's words; her paws had began to grow tired. Soon they were arriving at their destination. The pup looked around, seeing that there were ten small cabins and her worry about there being enough room rushed back though she pushed it away. She trotted into the clearing then padded curiously over to one of the cabins, sniffing the ground around it.

[Assistant] Slipping out of her packs with a grateful sigh, Trisana Chesire looked about the abandoned mine town. They had traveled a ways, and she was grateful there were no real injuries, nothing life threatening as of yet. Looking at the dilapidated cottages, Tris sighed. It wasn't exactly hygienic or secure, but it was serviceable. Glancing at the Alpha female she spoke through the shared mind link. "I'll check about to see what we'll have in herbs and such. I'm placing a claim for my own cabin, so if one of you do need me I can ensure you won't be disturbed and be with my tools." Her tone carried deference towards the older female, but the request was an iron law in the doctoring of others. Not waiting for a answer, no sense in waste daylight. Tris scooped up her pack and walked over to examine the cabins. A small one would do. Something for two. If more came she could and would lay claim to another's den for a time. While she was entirely grateful for the pack taking her in, she was determined to give them her all as a Healer in return.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Fan Art
Narancia is rather short, standing at just 5 foot 6 with a gangly figure. His hair is black and messy with bangs hanging low over his eyes. His eyes are a light hazel and contrast somewhat with the dark colour of his hair.
World of Origin: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo
Personality:
Quick tempered and prideful, Narancia is essentially a brat. He is loud, foul-mouthed and violent in his anger outbursts, and is reckless no matter how he is feeling. The easiest way to anger him is to insult his intelligence or the fact that he never went to elementary school. However, the fact that he didn't attend elementary school is no reflection on his actual intellect, and he can often be seen fighting strategically in battles he is involved in.

However, when you get to know him, Narancia will often present a sweet side. He values friendship and loyalty above all else. He seems to also believe that a person's age reflects how much better they are than others, and will often ask people their age upon first meeting them in order to establish dominance.
History:
Narancia's life is full of squalor and bad times. Firstly, when he was 10 his mother died of an eye disease. Narancia's father blamed the death on him, and began to neglect Narancia as a result of this. He soon stopped staying at home, and began roaming the streets stealing and fighting with his friends day in and day out.

Because he believes friendship to be the most important thing, when an older friend of his convinced him to dye his hair blond, he did as he was told. He was arrested the next day, the friend had tricked him into taking the fall for his own crime. Narancia was released a year later at the age of 15.

One day, while looking for food in the trash, he was discovered by Panacotta Fugo and subsequently Bruno Buccellati as a result of this. This fuelled his want to join Bruno's gang, and after going back home and doing a year of school as Bruno had told him to, he sneakily got into the gang through Polpo.

The events of Vento Aureo are transcribed here.
Abilities:
Narancia's only ability lies in his stand, Aerosmith. Aerosmith is a small plane with a small pilot inside. It is equipped with machine guns and missiles, as lethal as regular sized machine guns and missiles. Being a long range stand, Narancia can control it from about 10m away. He does this through the use of his carbon dioxide radar, which appears over his eye. The radar detects all sources of carbon dioxide, and Narancia uses this to find enemies from afar.
Other:

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Astral Plane- The World Where Paths Cross

With the crowd in the area thinned out, a soft smile crossed Lydia's lips. She had honestly expected a much lower turnout from those who she had summoned, so the number that she obtained was well beyond her expectations. With this, maybe...!

"So... it seems that, at the very least, there is yet hope for me. Thank you; all of you, for listening to a stranger's wishes. I need some time to prepare the first gates; there are a few dimensions that are on the brink of collapse, and I cannot leave this area without compromising what remains of the record. While I do so, I humbly ask of you to make acquaintances with one another. The distortions are much too large for any one being to take on alone, so I implore you to make the most of this time. Pardon me."

With that statement, the being known as 'Lydia' fades into the light, her corporeality seemingly dissipating into nothingness. The sounds of gears grinding, however soft it is, manages to somehow make it through the walls of the building.

"While modifications are underway, I cannot maintain my physical form. Please, do excuse any disruptions you may experience this time; it's taking all of my effort to keep everything as stable as I possibly can."

With that last statement from Lydia echoing around the room, the pseudo-silence once again overtook the room.

Satori Komeiji- The Girl Even Vengeful Spirits Fear
Satori sighed as the strange girl ran her mouth off before disappearing off to... Somewhere else. There was no need to be so wordy; thanks were superfluous, since everyone here was probably around to stay regardless. She herself had no reason in particular to stay around, but even if she went home... What then? She had detected no trace of malice or deceit within the girl's heart, which meant that she was probably telling the truth.
...
Well, to be fair, she had detected nothing else from the woman's thoughts, either; the confusion and chaos within the minds of everyone else around her had made focusing difficult. But, if what that Lydia person had said was correct, then she'd have to work with others.

A single image flashed by in Satori's mind: the red-white shrine maiden and the black-white magician, stranding triumphantly over her. A shudder ran down her spine as she shoved the image into the farthest depths of her mind.

"No. Those two were strange, even among humans. There's no way that the others that have been called here would have a similar mentality to those two. Attacking first and asking later isn't normal among humans.
...
Right?"

Taking a deep breath to calm herself and pushing all the voices shouting in her head to the side, Satori turned to look around at those gathered.

"But... Hrm. What a unique crowd she's gathered, though..."

[Assistant]
Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)

The question had been met rather swiftly with a resounding yes. At least from the exceptionally pale, rather short girl, who looked all the world like a human... except typically humans did not have seams or visibly jointed limbs. There was a faint clicking sound as she cocked her head to one side, grinning widely. How ever could she say no to something like this? Certainly, perhaps Silvabelle(she would have liked to to see Silvabelle stuck in such a confusing scenario, really...) would have been better suited to something like this... but Goldibanne had no shortage of confidence in herself. The living doll had to do this, of course. Mistress's safety was in danger, wasn't it?

"Haah, so many people~" she declared cheerfully, twirling on her heel with an excited look upon her face eyes, her golden eyes wide with wonder. At no point in her existence had she ever contemplated the existence of other worlds, nor expected she would meet people hailing from them. So, wasn't wonder an appropriate reaction? Of course it was. Even if this was such a serious situation, judging by what she had been told by the girl who had faded away to let the building work.

Placing her heels together and cocking her head to one side, she clasped her hands behind her back, still smiling cheerfully as she did. Naturally, there was only one appropriate thing to do, now.

"Goldibanne thinks this is a good time for everyone to introduce themselves!"

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Saber, King Arthur Herself

There had been little hesitation in Saber's response. Beyond her initial confusion, a matter that threatened things on such a vast scale was something she had to be concerned with. Given the opportunity to stop such a threat, there was no question that she would say yes. It was not merely out of her basic duty, the fact that a knight should pursue good causes and conduct themselves with honor. No, Saber also desired to protect Rin and Shirou.

However, at the moment, she hardly looked like a knight. Dressed in a simple shirt and skirt with leggings, she had been called here quite abruptly and had no real chance to call her armor, or anything much else. Instead, Saber found herself in a crowd of other people, people who had been called here from other worlds. That information had been more overwhelming, the fact that there were other worlds in which so many different people could be found was news to the smallish blonde girl, indeed. However, it did not dissuade her. She would do everything in her power, everything she could, to mend these worlds that had faced attack.

It was the only appropriate course of action for one who called herself a knight.

Of course, Saber was unlikely to start a conversation herself...

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Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

Miku...

Hibiki's first thoughts had been of Miku, and her family, before she had received an explanation of what was happening. Other worlds? And all these people were from other worlds...? It had been kind of overwhelming, at first, but Hibiki realized it wasn't at all something impossible, was it? And the fact that something like this was happening to people... Even if this situation was confusing, Hibiki knew it had meant that she had to help them, to protect them with her fists. She'd be protecting Miku, too. And so, without much hesitation at all, given what this all meant, she had agreed to help.

Now, however, she found herself in a crowd of people from other worlds. It was something else that she felt a little overwhelmed by, and for a few moments all she could do is rub the back of her head and laugh nervously. However, someone had to start talking first... even if she had heard another girl somewhere else in the crowd bringing up everyone introducing themselves... Hibiki took a deep breath and stepped towards the nearest person.

"My name is Tachibana Hibiki!" she introduced herself, "My favorite food is rice and rice! Since we'll be working together, we should get to know each other!"


[System]
ALIAS('s): Darsby
STATUS: Living
SPECIES: Human?
GENDER: Male?
AGE: ???
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Lean-Lanky-Thin
RANK: ???
OCCUPATION: ???

BASIC PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's attenuated, pale, entirely covered in various ebony tribal tattoos up to and including the neck, numerous lengthy blade-born scars, and holds lean muscle in quantity's just thick enough to not look emaciated. His hair and eyes are generally a somewhat luminescent rose pink, the X scar just above his right eye is of the same color. Said scar is the only piece of tissue with such an oddity. Darsby's scars cut through his numerous tattoos as if having occurred after getting ink-work done.

BASIC PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: He's most easily related to an apathetic college student during finals week who's will to live was lost after discovering their GPA is ruined due to failed exams.

BASIC ABILITY DESCRIPTION: He can hide his presence with alien cigarettes and teleport objects from one place to another, I guess? Maybe he can sense strange magics?

BASIC HISTORY DESCRIPTION: Unidscovered

PICTURE:

[User]
"W-well, all we have are fragments..-" Dan scratched at the back of his head, squinting his eyes before releasing a sigh to indicate his joy at Anora not focusing solely on him anymore. "-We b-believe that Pahn bound the original elements of this planet to separate, human forms some-... uh, l-like six or seven billion of your, uh, 'years' ago? That would be your ancestor." Dan pointed this way and that to indicate time and figures, his eyes wandering as easily as his mind all the while.

"Anyways!-" Dan continued as if his first point was hardly anything to think about once spoken. "That quenz-er-necklace, uhm, I mean, pendant? Yeah, yeah that. That should feed you some sensory information for your mind to translate. I guess, 'Ahshia' it is?" Dan clearly didn't understand the word 'Asia,' nor did he know how to speak it. Regrettably, it was the only word he had yet spoken with confidence. He gestured towards his two companions and then to Anora with bright eyes saying things like, 'yes, onward friends!' in quiet bodily directives.

By this time, it may be possible that Anora would find the protein bar she'd left on her lap to be gone. Should she look for it, she may eventually find that someone who wasn't previously eating next to her now has herself quite the aggressive snack. Ahllasta had grabbed the food as if it were second nature to her with such slight that only Darsby had noticed the action, and, thought it better to say nothing of it.

Ahllasta was upset and mumbling between bites. Shortly after Dan had clumsily said the word 'Ahshia,' Ahllasta would only grow more annoyed. She seemed to hate something about this man; perhaps it was the organization he worked for, perhaps it was all his own doing. Regardless, she'd vent her frustration into the buttons of the center console with food-stained fingers, mashing this and denting that while muttering something about her being the only actual wizard here. Eventually, the car sputtered and shifted its shape whilst Anora clearly said "Ahshia, I'll take you to bloody ahshia. All you clueless, inbred, good-for-nothing-" And her voice would again trail off into quiet curses whilst both hands turned white-knuckled atop the steering wheel.

The black car they'd first found themselves in had begun to shift and mold along it's exterior into something of a flighty creature. The inner cabin retained it's shape and feeling whilst two, massive wings of the feathery sort sprouted their long figures from either side of the car. Two flaps later and they were sailing above the freeway, another two and they were in the clouds. Their velocity was supernatural; what else is to be expected of current affairs. No momentum or g-force could be felt within, only the faint whistling of the wind.

Darsby had calmed himself quite a bit since being in the presence of Dan. He was now gazing longingly into the outer world, clouds and long hilly landscapes birthed some sense of romantic poetry into his face and shoulders. He looked like he was either getting ready to burst into song or settle back into his seat with some profound statement about the size of everything.

Dan, feeling the rather 'cool' sort after pushing Ahllasta into her raging action to transform their transport, settled back into his seat. He eventually made a not so profound observation about the size of everything.

"I guess we're the big four, knocking on Pahn's door, eh?" Dan gently slapped the seat near Darsby instead of hitting the man's shoulder, deciding that entering someone else's personal space was still only too much for him in his moment of sudden confidence. He let out a few strangled sounds from the abyss of his semi-smiling open mouth before looking frantically for affirmation, tightly crossing his arms, and looking out the window in a way meant to mirror Darsby's eccentric habit of gazing upon creation.

Ahllasta and Darsby gave the man no more room than he asked for, attending to their own emotions as previously prescribed. Dan seemed to be the only one jittery and anxious enough to respond to anything Anora might say. He must not be the sort who has many friends.

[Assistant]
Anora's mouth dropped open at being a descendant of someone with an element bound to them. Unlike Dan who switched topics as if he had just told her that her great-great-grandfather was an ice cream man, she only half heard his next words, consumed with the first thought.
 "Asia," she corrected him absently. She held a hand in front of her, summoning a couple minuscule clouds of her mist around her fingers. The glittering substance swirled with an almost eager playfulness, ever ready to do her bidding.
 Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of what element could possibly look like her powers. As far as she could tell, it wasn't exactly an element, per say, she controlled, but some sort of energy. But then, that's exactly what some elements were, wasn't it? Energy?
 Her eyes widened and she inhaled as a thought struck her. There were more than your four classic base elements, after all. Especially depending on what culture you asked.
 She quickly turned back in her seat, heart beating quicker with the anticipation of at long last knowing what, exactly, she could do.
 The typical gentle glow of her eyes faded as she released her powers and opened her mouth to confirm her suspicion. But Ahllasta reaching to press the buttons on the center console gave her pause and made her heart jump for an entirely different reason.
 Worry at what Ahllasta had done pushed her excitement aside. Noticing the woman had taken her energy bar, Anora glanced quickly between the wrapped food and where she had sat it.
 She frowned and opened her mouth to give an annoyed, yet surprised "Hey!" but the woman's irate mutterings made her shut her mouth. The last thing she needed was to further irritate Ahllasta. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what, exactly, made Ahllasta hate Dan—or his organization—and Darsby so ardently. And not for the first time. But she didn't have time to dwell on that, or the minor theft.
 Anora gasped and turned fully forward when the car began to sputter and change, its exterior stretching in a way no normal, human-made car could stretch. Her breath caught in her throat. She tightly gripped the edge of her seat near her legs as the car began to rise into the air with a couple downward strokes from the feathered—feathered!—wings that had sprouted from the car.
 "Holy Valkeries!" Anora breathed
 Once the initial shock wore off, she quickly pulled part of the seatbelt over her head for more maneuverability and practically pressed her nose against the window. She had her hand on the crank for the window, but thought better of opening it; what of the world she could still make out below blew by with impossible speed. And she rather liked her head and hands where they were.
 She exhaled heavily as a grin spread over her face. They were flying. In a car. With wings.
 "This thing would make the Weasley's jealous!" She ran her fingers through her bangs. The desire to lean out the window and touch the inky feathers made her fingers itch. "This is amazing! What'd you do, turn a Pegasus into a car, or vice versa?"
 Dan's voice reminded her of his presence.
 "Huh?" she turned again to look at the back seat. Her gaze paused on Darsby, the easier of the two within her sight. He looked the most comfortable with the situation than he had since she met him.
 This… is normal to them, she reminded herself. Flying cars, spidery monsters, magic—all of it was just another day for them. On the other hand, adrenaline and the thrill of adventure and meeting the bizarre buzzed through her, only adding more emotions to her already over-clogged brain. Her stomach did a few excited flips. The whole situation was crazy—completely insane—but she couldn't help but enjoy it. Some of it, at least.
 She eyed Dan worriedly at the noises he made. Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out if he was trying to laugh, clear his throat, or if was about to burst into flames or something else to add to her ever-growing List of Weird.
 "Okay," she breathed as he mimicked Darsby and looked out his window. She turned fully to get as good a look at him as she could. "Backing up, here. My powers. They're… am I controlling aether? Or is there another element I'm missing?"


[System]
Species: One part spirit, one part machine, one part organic human matter. ... It's complicated.

Age: This time, he's 20.

Appearance: Oh boy.. Cledwynn is a complex figure. His lower half is an intricate little concept, his upper.. slightly less so. His upper half is completely ethereal, appearing transparent (only somewhat see-through) to the human eye. This upper half boasts a very strange body type, since though it looks average, it contains three long devil's tails stretching out from it in a triad just below his neck. This is usually covered up though- the tails will wrap around his neck like a choker, or around other body parts to simulate accessories. His hair is ethereal as well, and it appears to look mostly like slow-moving liquid or goo, with its length traveling to just below his upper backbone. The hair cannot cover up the aformentioned neck-tails, however- the tails are not ethereal. The transparent half of his body is still colored like a normal human's, however, and he wears clothes over this- a light blue turtleneck that's just a little too big for him, as well as a pastel purple scarf that's worn loosely around his neck.
And now his lower half.
Cledwynn's lower half, starting at the belly button, is completely mechanical. He has two legs like any other human, but they're fake, made from synthetic steel alloys to simulate real legs. They're well built to get the job done, though there are openings within each joint that allows one to see the intricacies and wiring within. In color, they appear as a worn grey. However, Cledwynn wears black sweatpants over them, possibly to match the "clothes are just a little too big but also kinda poofy" motif. He does not wear shoes, he needs his feet free for propulsion purposes.
Finally, if you were able to peer inside him (which required removing his upper clothing) one would see a beating human heart and a functioning brain. The devil's tails connect to his heart and are a primary source for his ethereal life- they must circulate blood where his (nonexistent) veins cannot, and he risks fading from existence if the tails cannot do this. They are also very sensitive and easily damaged or hurt. His brain and heart can only be seen, however, should he choose to make his form look less visible to the human eye.

Personality: Luckily he has his brain and heart. Cledwynn is a little reserved and tends to be regretful, especially when touching on his memories and curse. For a male, he tends to have a motherly aspect about him, and tends to settle disputes through activities that cause no physical harm, such as playing a fighting game or politely debating over a nice cup of whatever beverage the debatees prefer. However, he can also be rather dense, oblivious, and blunt about how he feels, even if he doesn't have all the information on a given situation. If, though, he has information, he can be very analytical and technical, and it shows in his work with machinery, which did not leave him as he traveled from person to person.

History: Cledwynn lived as many an unknown name. During his first birth he was named Cornelius Nasiade, and grew up as a very pompous and spoiled adult. During this time, he meddled with godly issues by pretending to be a god himself, thereby angering one of the many true gods of his timeline, who in turn inflicted him with not only death, but a curse as well. The Curse of Absent Reincarnation. Cornelius died at the hands of an angry god, but due to the curse, he was reincarnated as someone else unknown to the world. The curse, though he didn't know it yet, was on him eternally- and its purpose was to reincarnate him as someone insignificant every time he died, and have him placed in a random position within the universe with the intent that he would have to suffer the pain of death for eternity. He would also be forced to remember each person he once was, and each time that version of him died. As a sign of amusement, three devil's tails were placed just below his neck as a constant reminder of the curse. Often times he would be placed within something like a wall, or the Sun. Sometimes he'd be placed several meters underwater and die soon after, only to be placed in a desert afterwards. When, finally, he was placed in a somewhat stable living condition, he first consulted another god concerning the curse, and was given an ersatz black magic to fight it. This magic was intended to go directly to him, and it would counteract death and the curse, though he would have to live on as a spirit. Instead, he devoted all his time to creating something that would aid him, which, initially, was a mechanical body that could withstand death, thinking that if he imbued his heart, brain, and the black magic into it, that he could compromise its drawbacks and live forever. During this, though, he contracted an illness that stopped him from working, and decided to end the project early, donning the unfinished mechanical body as his legs. The illness killed him, but thanks to the aforementioned arcane arts, he was brought back as part machine, thanks to the mechanical legs, and part spirit, due to the magical essence in him. In this death, he was brought back in a random part deep within space. Now he lives as Cledwynn Magouloura, a tourist of the worlds, multiverses and stars.

How did you get here?: Quite literally was spawned into space, and found the Restaurant during exploration of the infinite starscape.

Brief description of the world your character came from: Cledwynn lived initially as Cornelius in a reality where regions feuded with one another over both political debates and preferences of which of the several hundred gods to follow.

[User]
"Hayo, sorry about that 'sandra', I haven't seen an immmortal being in ages. so what your 'story',
hehehe like my little pun. Hey, John could I have another whiskey and gin, oh and chilli chilli cheese burger" said Zig while thinking about the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy.

[Assistant]
John, the bartender, sighed as he served another drink in front of the dragon amoeba. "You know sometimes I have no idea why I keep letting you have this. Keep thinking I might regret it someday. Or you will." Did that sound like a threat? Maybe he would have made it sound like one, on the first time that the perpetually drunk amoeba was here. At this point, John was just tired. "I'll get you a cheeseburger if you take a table. I don't want you making a mess on my bar again."

The girl, at least, seems nice. He gave her a smile. "Ah, Earth! That beautiful blue-green planet where things keep happening. How is it in your version of Earth? Any invasions? Alien technology? Magic? State leaders making fool of themselves? And what in the universe is Chicken Invaders?"

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People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba
- 'Sandra', a teenage girl? (The Authoress)

Other people in the restaurant (NPCs/background):
"Only a couple of customers on the tables, mostly humans and humanoids, although there's also that group of Eeldritch horrors taking up a big table in a faraway corner, playing cards."

[User]
'...Our windows give excellent view of the End, wherever in the Restaurant you are.'

Cledwynn, the half-ghost construct abomination of the stars, read the words upon the panel of glass within his head. An excellent view of the End. The End of the Universe.

There had been stars for miles, and as time glazed over the mechaghost, each star began to look the same, much as how snowflakes, with exposure for years on end, would stop being vivid patterns resembling some old lady's crochet, and would start looking like no more than mere white dots against windows and roofs, combining with the rest of said dots and forming a bland mass of designs that, while intricate at a glance, became dull over time.

Space was no different. And neither was dying. But that was a different story for a different time, perhaps a different timeline and a different world.

If he could find one.

For now, though, his interest was thoroughly collected in spades like heaping pounds of trout flip-flapping against each other, all scooped up in a net the size of a junior mountain. From within, he could already see a few guests, monsters and humans alike. No spirits though.. perhaps, he wondered, there was a policy? 'No shoes, no shirt, no human body, no service'?

He laughed at the joke he told to no one in particular but himself as it resonated in his mind, and for a moment he had to think that no matter how absurd it sounded, it could have been true, even if by odds of 1% to a whopping 99%.

The metaspirit gave another look into the window, and despite having no lungs, he took a deep breath, deep enough to blow an unsuspecting pig's house down- if it were made of hay, at least- and placed a hand to the restaurant's door. He had the thought to barge in and make a dramatic entrance so that it would possibly hide the nervousness that was quickly building up, but he also knew that it could go badly.

Plus it just wasn't his style.

So, instead, he gently pushed the door open without a word.

From within, he could see others with greater detail, and somehow he could see the End of the Universe with much greater clarity.

Thus, as he took a seat for a moment, it was from that point on that he realized that this, this Restaurant of sorts, would certainly take him for a ride like any cordially casual-formal event should. He would of course have to actually talk to someone, or be talked to for that to happen, but he would get to that whenever it was time.

For now, he eyed the very innards of the Restaurant, and its patrons.

For now.

[Assistant] "Hi Cledwynn, how's it hanging."

[User]
The Authoress

 "It's...alright," said 'Sandra', seeming unsure of her own words even as she uttered them. As far as she could tell, the...dragon ameoba? That seemed to be the right phrase to describe Zig. The dragon ameoba seemed harmless enough, if not a little too drunk from the way he was acting. She raised an eyebrow at his comment, bafflement evident in her eyes. "An immortal? What are you talking about? I'm barely past sixteen."

 The Authoress could care less about another being knowing her true identity but he was starting to encroach on dangerous territory, from the pun he gave out. Well, no, calling it dangerous territory would be a little extreme but the Authoress liked taking extra precaution, especially when it came to protecting certain parts of her life from nosy telepaths. She supposed Erised could be considered one, if the younger girl wasn't already in the same situation as hers. She dismissed the thought from her mind.

 As she took another sip of her coffee, the Authoress put up a few more mental barriers, forming an immovable mental stronghold. Honestly, it was no surprise that the ameoba had gotten as much information as he did. She'd grown lax in her time alone, managing the balance in different dimensions, save for the instances Erised would pop up just to make her work difficult. Still, telepath or not, possessing nearly all the powers the multiverse had to offer made her far superior whenever she wanted to, so she had virtually nothing to worry about.

 Then again, stories with no problems were always dull.

 'Sandra' grinned at the barkeeper. "You don't know Chicken Invaders? It's a game, kinda like Space Invaders but with chickens! As the invaders! My little brother can never put it down. I just like the graphics." The dimension itself, however, held nothing of interest for the Authoress. She preferred stories with more complexity, thank you very much.

 "My Earth's pretty normal, actually. I mean, compared to the weird stuff I've seen in other 'Earth's, everything's really boring. The only 'magic' I've seen is my own power." Her expression turned thoughtful and she leaned forward with her elbows on the table. "I've been thinking about that. It's kind of weird that all my life, I'm ordinary, and then all of a sudden, I get this power. And that was last year! Maybe it means that there's something going on, some...magical thing that's happening to random people? Like in the cartoons, ya know?" She shrugged, leaning back.

 "But nothing else weird has happened. I've just been messing around, travelling to other worlds when I'm bored and getting back from almost dying just in time for dinner." Tapping her fingers on the side of her mug in idle rhythym, 'Sandra' frowned at the coffee swirling sleepily in it as though she was thinking hard about something. She looked back up at the bartender, hesitated, before finally continuing.

 "Well...something strange did happen today, though. All the worlds I've been to have always been alternate Earths, but I've never managed to travel to somewhere completely different. Like, in space." Her last two words were emphasised with a wave towards the windows. She paused. "What...happened to the Earth here?"

 Meanwhile, the Authoress was slightly regretting the fact that she wasn't herself right now. She could sense a nearby planet folding into itself and it would've been a spectacular sight to see if 'Sandra' wasn't purposely averting her gaze from the windows.

[Assistant]
"... Beg pardon?"

What did he just say? Wait a moment.. what WAS he? She? It. Whatever. The humble ghostagonist's devil's tails slumped before pointing at an angle towards the hulking, dragon-like creature thing that just called his name.

It actually really threw him for a loop. What if he was on a hit list via the god that cursed him, and this restaurant was just a big setup to lure him into a crowd of serial killers out to destroy him piece by piece, maybe for ransom or just the thrill of the kill-

He had to chuckle at this, and he did. His laugh came out as smooth as you would expect it to come from a half-spirit, and it was as shrill yet smooth as anyone could expect. The peculiar thing was that his voice wasn't the same way. He didn't sound demonic normally- perhaps he did that during his confused, somewhat panicked little chuckle to put forth intimidation? One as analytical as Cledwynn had to put forth all plans, as well as contingency plans, even the slightest of blueprints. The cranial ones, anyway. There were no true paper-made blueprints, no written thought processes, not even scrawls of crudely angled numbers scratched onto half-torn sheets of papyrus. Nothing like that. Just a man-ghost-bot and his brain. And his heart too, though it wasn't significant for thought.

Well, it was, but that was beside the point. He decided inwardly that he didn't need to think about that at the moment.

Instead, he shifted, turning his body towards that which had just greeted him.

"How is it that you know my name?"


[System]
Jessica Pearson

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Character Summary
Aliases: Jess, Jessie
Age: 27
Birthday: August 1st, 1989
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Olympia, Washington
Location: Clearwater, Florida
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Veterinary Science Major, Minor in Biology
Occupation: Veterinarian
Languages: English, Enochian

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Appearance
Height: 5'7
Weight: 143lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No scars or tattoos to speak of, she has both of her ears pierced however.
Personal Style: Jessica's style when she isn't working on her job usually consists of dresses, and blouses, the colors usually vary from the bright and colorful to dark colors like brown, grey and black along with either sandals or high heels. During the colder months of the year her style changes to wearing jackets, hoodies and pairs of jeans. Her shoes change to either boots or sneakers depending on what she prefers wearing during the day. Jessica tends to have her hair either straight, wavy or curled but will rarely ever cut it shorter then over her shoulders.

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Psychology
Protective * Loner * Alert * Strong Willed * Very Smart * Suspicious

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Jessica tends to be more of a loner and suspicious of people that she doesn't know, and will usually keep to herself. Jessica tends to work on her own, she does however have a very caring side to her and will help those that she manages to get close to. Most of the time she does tend to be shy and usually just focuses more on her work tending to the animals that she is assigned to at the vet clinic. Though she has been known to open up to those that are her friends and family more and will go to them if needed.

Jessica is also a very secretive person and has kept her heritage to herself and those that are in her family that know her as a Nephilim, she wont ever reveal it to anyone. She does sometimes use her abilities to heal the animals that she tends to if they are in a lot of pain, and sometimes people if she sees someone homeless will do whatever it takes to help them and then goes back off to her other duties.
Habits: Whenever Jessica is nervous she tends to play or tug at her hair, or bites at her nails. When she is bored Jessica will turn to look over at other things and tends to get easily distracted.
Hobbies: Watching over animals and taking care of them. Listening to music and singing along, and video gaming.
Fears:* Hunters
* Angels
* Demons

Likes:
* Animals
* Kids
* Music
* Video gaming
* Dancing
* Cooking

Dislikes:
* Loud cars
* Country music
* Violence
* Demons
* Angels
* Hunters

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Angel Lore
* Demon Lore
* Nephilim Lore
* Biology
* Animal physiology
* Cooking
* Dancing
* Writing
* Research

Combat Skills:
* Acrobatics
* Demon Sigils
* Angel Sigils
* Warding
* Knives

What Is On Your Person:
* Clothing - Red Blouse, Burgandy Skirt, High Heels
* Purse/Wallet - 125 dollars, makeup, credit card, debit card, picture of her real mother.
* Car keys
* Purse
* butterfly knife
* Business card of Sayuki Chikashi

Residence:
* 2016 Silver Buick Cascada
* Angel Lore Books
* Demon Lore Books
* Nephilim Lore Books
* Spare Clothes
* Laptop Computer
* Fridge
* Husky Puppy named Danny
* Dog food
* Food
* Books

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History
Why You Were Recruited: Originally they viewed Jessica as more of a threat towards them and others, but with Hel out and running about they decided that they needed all of the help that they could get. That and her knowledge in demon and angel lore could be pretty useful to them. She has no trust in them at all with whatsoever, but she deep down knows that Hel is a very serious threat to everyone and everything. So she reluctantly said yes and decided to join them, but if she ever gets the sense that she would be betrayed she will disappear again.

Life Before the Altsoba Massacre: Jessica was born in Olympia Washington, but when she was born her mother had died during childbirth. Since that day Jessica was taken in by her aunt and uncle and they both raised her like they were her own daughter. Jessica grew up with her cousins as well being the youngest though she did find odd things about herself while growing up, such as hearing voices that only she could hear. But she kept that all to herself and noticed more weird things as well growing up such as her injuries healed a lot quicker as well as touching those who were either sick or injured they were healed as well.

Jessica when she turned fifteen years old, she was living with her uncle and aunt at the time. They both were out for the entire day when a stranger came into her house, who claimed to be her father. She at first was skeptical of him, but she heard him out Jessica growing up had noticed odd things such as her injuries healing very quickly. And if she touched someone who was injured they would heal quickly. And she would also hear strange voices that only she could understand. Jessica had known about her mother as well before she died during child birth from her aunt and uncle but not much on her actual father. He told her of her origins and that she would always be hunted as well, and to always be aware of those around her as well as hunters and demons who might be after her. Jessica however did believe what he said was true about her, and since that day she spent a lot of time researching and finding more about what she was as well as about demons and angels. When Jessica was old enough she moved out and went to college to become a vet tech, eventually she graduated and moved to Clearwater Florida and has been there ever since. When the Altsoba Massacre started she could hear the angels talking, and decided to do whatever she could do to ward up her apartment to make sure that nothing would try and get to her.

Life Since the Altsoba Massacre: Since the Altsoba Massacre Jessica has been pretty weary of what has been going on, and has kept to herself and a low profile as well. Jessica has also been very weary of O.M.E.N. as well she will go out with some friends occasionally and then go back home after work. She does tune into Angel Radio from time to time and also keeps herself informed however she can. Jessica usually will spend her time tending to the animals that she works at the vet clinic for now a days, she will also usually be seen at the beach. When she isn't working or at the beach Jessica can also be seen playing video games during those times she is free. Jessica also tends to watch the news more often now since the events after the Altsoba Massacre, or looking up things on the internet on what other theories people have come up with. Jessica also tunes into Angel Radio to find out what else has been going on but doesn't stay on for long and tunes it out to make sure that she hasn't taken notice by anyone.

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Extras
Character Quote: "I've always tried to keep a low profile on myself and not draw any attention."
O.M.E.N. Record: A known Nephilim, keeps a very low profile and very hard to track down, current known location Clearwater Florida. Has knowledge in angel lore and demon lore, sire angel however is unknown.
Deviances: All the perks and weaknesses of being a Nephilim.
Theme Song: Human - Rag'n'Bone Man - Human
Anything Else: The Shining & Paradox

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

[User]
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Mariana Garcia

Location: Room 307 - Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska
Interacting With: Robin Ramirez & Aloise Zamora@Morose

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Mariana moved over and sat down on the table as she started to go over the thoughts in her head, when she looked towards Robin she smiled slightly at her little joke. Getting the sword was going to be a lot harder said then done in her opinion, going it over in her head on what to do. Then her attention turned towards Aloise when she did come up with a plan, mentioning a cloak that could increase her power which was a great plan. But it was over in Massachusetts, which was practically on the other side of the country and they needed to meet her in the morning. So that wasn't going to be a plan to travel over there, so they needed to trick her into thinking that they had it in their hands.

"Any idea what this cloak looks like?" Mariana asked looking over towards Aloise, if she had an idea on what it actually looked like then they could probably end up buying a cheap blanket and just do a bit of modifications to make it look like it was her cloak. Mariana looked towards Robin and gave a slight shrug, deities weren't really her specialty on what runes they were going to be trying to look for. "I guess we should also try and find some Norse warding as well." Mariana said softly rubbing the back of her neck for a moment looking towards Aloise if she knew anything on Norse sigils and what not.

[Assistant]
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Alexander Jakobsen
Location: OMEN Headquarters - Washington DC

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 Alex was glad to hear that someone was taking his idea more seriously. It wasn't too bad of a plan in his mind, since it was a if all else fails type of thing. So, they needed to find the physicist woman, and they had a somewhat concrete plan now, as opposed to a bunch of people arguing over finding a solution. The day was looking up, at least for him. Until Hel decided to pay them a visit.

 There was so much chaos. Her appearance caused some to faint, the lucky bastards. They at least weren't really conscious when they died, or to see what was going on. He watched as Cornish dove for her, but even with the cover another agent was providing, he could see that it was no use. The woman was too powerful, and he watched as one by one, everyone fell. There was so much death, he got thrown backwards during the destruction, but he was still breathing. Hurting, but alive.

 He didn't know how much longer that was going to last, especially when Hel turned towards him. Alex felt like there was no way he was going to survive, but was surprised when the goddess didn't kill him. Apparently he was to go off and play messenger for her. After she had left, he looked around, trying to see if there were any other survivors. He saw Ricky there, and managed to make his way over to him. "Hey, you alright? Look, we need to get out of here, now!" he said to him,, as he glanced around the area quickly. He feared that there was a chance that Hel might come back again, possibly changing her mind about finishing the job she had started.