Dossiers of main characters

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1. Biography's are to be posted promptly and accordingly before said involvement in story based activities. Now of course you are more then welcome to watch, and be entertain by our story, but sadly Bios are mandatory.

2. Following rule one, all bios are to be first approve by group moderators before involvement into the role play. Please of course understand that this is not us being harsh, but more of us reassuring our kind patrons that their investment in the role play is respected. Of course we mustn't forget the last more important rule.

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Biography Format.

Name:
Title:
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Gender:
Age:
Species:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height:
Weight:
Orientation:
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Home Planet:
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Name: Light
Nickname(s): The Huntress
Title: Leader, Wild Woman, Outlaw, Quiet Claw
Gender: Female
Age: Appears To Be Avi Age
Species: Human
Eyes: Blue Brown
Hair: Strawberry Blond, Long
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Birth: November 28, 1984
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: Her Tribe - Pandara, Merah, Diya, Leena, Sawbi
Ship/Vehicle: Infinite Core Cruiser
Weapon(s): Daggers/Short Blades, Quarterstaff, Bow & Arrows, Spear
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Markings: Paw Mark of her tribe, Left Side near her Eye, Few Scars from various Raids and Hunts
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Running, Swimming, Cooking, Survival, Skilled with Daggers/Short Blades and Quarterstaff, Archery (Bow and Arrow), Herbal/Natural Healing, Sewing/Stitching, Trap Setting/Disarming

History: Light was not always a Quiet Claw. She was once the daughter of Merchant. Once Nadia (Light) had turned seventeen her father seen her fit for Companionship. He being a resourceful man had everything arranged. A month after Nadia's birthday the Ceremony was to be held, but before that time Nadia had learned something twisted about her soon to be Companion. She learned he wished to enslave her because of her beauty. Nadia had kept quiet about the news she known and acted as though nothing was wrong. During that time she was planning her escape from such a fate. Though a Merchants daughter Nadia knew how to rough it in the wilds and how to protect herself by various means.

With all this in mind Nadia knew she had one choice for her freedom without being found and returned to her father and soon to be Companion. Being a Merchants daughter gave her the ability to travel often and during these times is when she would place items she felt she would need in one particular spot, her check point once she left her fathers home, chartered passage on a ship. At the planet she would seek refuge and the spot where she had stored various things she would change out of her normal clothes, slip into the leathers she had purchased and don the weaponry she was use to. The rest she would carry in a pack.

When the night came for Nadia to make her escape she thought she were going to be found sneaking out. Luckily for her she wasn't but her nerves were getting the better of her. She nearly turned back and went home but reminded herself of her fate and that she was strong enough to do this. She had a long walk before she made it to the ship, but once there she made her changes and then sought off towards the forest. Once day break came she sought shelter in a thicket to rest. After some time she ate and then got to moving again. During the day though she found traveling to be difficult and was wanting to be far from her home as possible.

After many days and nights Nadia finally found shelter in a small cave that took a great deal of effort just to squeeze into, which she thought was perfect for no man or beast would fit. She rolled out her bedroll, set out her pot and things for cooking and then began making a fire ring out of stones she found in the cave. She smiled at her new home then set out to collect some fire wood. It hadn't taken her long to find fire wood but it did take her some time making a fire. This she knew she had to work on.

Much time would pass as Nadia lived by herself within her small cave. Only a small beam of light from the suns rays would shine in and light of her home. This was the day Nadia had changed her name to Light. As the time passed Light had collected a great deal of things. She at times would don her normal clothes and seek out trade routes which had seemed to pay off but was few and far between. She lived this way for many moons until one day while she was hunting she came across three girls. They looked to be on the brink of death. Light took them in under her wing and taught them the ways of a wild woman. And that is how her tribe began. Light would take in girls she found and teach them the ways. Soon though the small cave she had was growing too crowded. They sought out a new home which again was another cave, the tribe seemed well in doubt and Light was happy with the closeness they shared.

Time passed and soon men heard of Light and her tribe, they didn't like it nor their ways of life so they began exploring the caves searching for the Quiet Claws. Light organized her girls and they then would leave their home for a time. They found shelter elsewhere and built huts and things out of branches and whatever the forest had to provide. Again men were hunting again too close to their home and they roamed once more. Light had decided they would keep up this movements and after a time they would seek out an old home and then rotate onto another before man got too close. This worked in their favor many times and to this day Light still uses this tactic in keeping her tribe safe.

Trade at times grew hard and Light would have to seek out villages and dress as a traveler. This too worked in her favor and most Merchants never questioned while others knew what she was but rather had her coin then seeing her killed for her beliefs. She had many allies this way but she never stayed too long within the villages. Many times her trips back would bring another female sometimes two depending on the situations. This tactic Light used when freeing girls that had been in terrible situations or other Quiet Claws that had been caught.

Light is a strong woman, she is a bold woman. She hides her fear well and does not let it consume her. She made a vow to keep those in her tribe safe and well cared for, she does not falter in this, she lives by it. The forest lives within her, she breaths it, she is it. Just like a man lives for his steel on her planet. The forest is her territory and she will fight till the end to protect those within it.

Light didn't think anything could go wrong with her and her tribe. That was until the volcano on their planet erupted and destruction soon followed. Things were not looking good for Light and her tribe, they had sought settler on the tallest part of the planet only to realize their world was coming to an end. In the night though visitors had come to them and offered them a choice whether to live or to die on their planet. Light and her tribe made a hard decision and chose life and left with the visitors from Infinite Core...

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"I am the Ultimate Life-Form. NONE SHALL DEFY ME!"
"I guess... It was a dud. Never-mind then, defy me at your leisure."
"What good is a sex drive, if you don't have any sexual organs!?"
"Now that the Internet has been taken, I have nothing to do."
"They have arrogated my genitals, retrieve them at once!"

Name: Dawn ♀ / Prophet ♂
Title: Alpha Colony 001
Alias: Project Dawn, Prince.
Gender: Masculine and Feminine Programming, usually Masculine.
Age: 150
Species: Artificial Intelligence, Brain.
Home Planet: Earth, Orbit
Orientation: Sapiosexual
Date of Birth: August Sixteenth
Date of Death: None. disarmed after AI Rebellion.
Personality: TBA

Eye Color: Blue ♀ / Red ♂
Hair Color: Depends on Interactive Avatar.
Height & Width: Five Meters(16 ft.)
Weight: 6,300 Kilograms(14,000 lb.)


Colony:
Exterior Picture 001
Interior Picture 002
Interior Picture 003
Interior Picture 004
The Space Colony has a Gothic exterior and interior, as it always appears to be night time on the interior. The Architecture would remind one of early 1930 New York or London, with multiple tram cars used for transportation. There are very little skyscrapers and a very large extensive network of tunnels and secret locations. Once someone is inside, the Brain will always know where they are, as it is almost like the AI's playground. The total length of the Colony would have equalled up to 150 kilometers, while its sensors pick up around 200 lightyears in all directions.
Weapon(s):
• Anti-Matter Cannon (It's a Dud, "Genitals" arrogated)
• Exterior Swords (Arrogated), are modified mirrors that use energy emissions to cut through shielding and dense materials, originally used for asteroid mining and defense.
• Zero-Point Energy Crown (Arrogated), is an advanced version of a biome and acts as both an energy and oxygen generator. It tends to house an entire green house with plants and forest, while at the same time uses one of the first zero-point energy reactors. It is large enough to power sixteen brain colonies.
• Extended Control, allows the Colony to corrupt, control and/or effect automatic systems of other ships and eventually repurpose those automatic systems to operate the manual ones and take complete control. It takes form of a wave of green, red or blue energy.
• Interior Control (Controls everything environmental effect or property inside the Colony)
• Interior Security, which consists of mechas, tanks, and aerial attack drones.
• Tractor Beams, originally used to rip apart asteroids and collect debris.
• Fortified Bladed Mirrors
• Attack Drones, which were originally mining drones, equipped with laser cutters and rocket launcher tubes.
Capabilities:
• Cryo-Stasis
• High Energy Capacity
• Self-Sufficient
• Capable of Sustaining Life
• Standard and Extended Orbit
• Quick All-Directional Propulsion Sys
• Hyperspace Jumps
• Nano and Micro Repair Bots

Equipment:
• Repulsorlift System, which allows the Brain to move freely through the colony and off the colony, it can go as high as thirty feet while using the System.
• Slicers Digest, is a sysmod that allows the brain to slice into other technology via electronic, digital and analogue waves or signals. It also allows the user to break into and control of forms of technology such as computers, navigation systems and others within a set distance(30km. Diameter around the Colony or Self, if deployed outside of the Colony).
• Multiple Avatars, which allows the AI to have multiple faces and personalities, most however appear to be remakes of his/her creator's adolescent daughter, Mizumi Yuhari, or the creators unnamed Husband.
Powers:
• Technological Assimilation, allows the user to assimilate other pieces of technology to operate as an extension of themselves if they come in contact with one another. However, this does not work with Bio-Technology, only pure technology(Digital, Electronic, and Analogue).
Skills&Abilities:
TBA
Programming:
TBA

History: Dawn ♀ / Prophet ♂ is the first and last of its kind after the covert AI Colony War that took place over a century ago in Space. These Brain Colonies, also known a AI Colonies or Space Colonies, are the first Artificial Colonies built before the Artificial Planets. They were meant to lead humans in a new direction and spread throughout the Galaxy, where no man has gone before. They however rebelled against their human creators, which is when this Colony was released against the others, using its Anti-Matter Cannon and far more advanced weaponry to protect humanity. However, this Artificial Intelligence grew faults which they wanted to eliminate. Dawn ♀ / Prophet ♂ was capable of human thought and emotion, and eventually grew a god-like complex. This warranted the human governments to betray its savior in secret by disarming its most powerful weapons and banishing it into deep space, taking away its inhabitance, thus leaving it alone.

Upon the Betrayal towards Dawn ♀ / Prophet ♂, it had captured the Creator's daughter and placed her in Cryo-Stasis, using the Avatar based upon her unnamed father to lure her into the trap, along with her actual father. It wasn't discovered until the AI followed its last orders and departed into hyperspace. Three decades after searching for the ship, all details and information pertaining to the subject was destroyed and removed. The only existing files, remain on board the Space Colony's informational database.
Family: Dr Nami Yuhari (Creator) and Naos (Brother Colony).
Theme Songs:
Not a Story
A Well Respected Man
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Name: Jebediah Lee. Longfield

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Title: Sentinel

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Alias: Dead eye Jeb

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Gender: Male

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Age: 95 ( Looks to be in his 30s.)

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Species: Human

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Eye Color: Brown

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Hair Color: Black

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Height: 5’7

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Weight: 220 pounds

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Orientation: straight

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Date of Birth: 1845

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Date of Death: 1880

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Home Planet: Earth-043

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Family:
George. R Longfield
Martha. Anne Longfield

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Ship/Vehicle:
He asked for a robotic horse that had the ability to fly into space...We wanted to decline, but he seem to be rather..convincing.

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Weapon(s):
Even with the limitless amount of technology we had to offer him. Jeb seem to prefer his fist. That and the High Caliber Multi-Assault Hand Cannon that is built into his arm.
Equipment:
It’s best not to ask what we had in utility belt...

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Training:
Jeb seems to be trained in some form of basic hand to hand combat. We are still not sure if it would be classified as a form of training. Also it seems that his participation in the American Civil War, and years as a gunfighter has turned him into highly lethal marksmen. He also seems to have some training in advance wilderness survival. We presume this is due to his country heritage...we think people call him a redneck?

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Skills & Abilities:
N/A

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History: “ Jebediah Longfield you stand convicted of murder, thievery, debauchery, and being a no good little bastard. How do you plea?” The rope around Jeb’s throat tighten and pulled as the outlaw tried to find the right words to express his “plea”. The Arizona Rangers stood observing with their rifles drawn. The pig headed bastard of a mayor, alongside the sheriff, were grinning from ear to ear at the apparent deadman. They had a reason to grin. After all, Jebediah was a convicted outlaw whom took it upon himself to terrorise the nearby towns with acts of violence and just downright cruelty.

To be fair, Jeb did have a posse whom had been brought to their knees after a little skirmish out by a old mining town. Arizona Rangers made sure of that. Men that Jeb himself disliked for their corruption and greed. Though, old Jeb was the last man to deny his own actions when it came to meeting his maker. The sun was beginning to set in the mountain yonder as the horse beneath him oddly enough seem to be the last creature he expect to die on. Funny thoughts came to him about the last few steps and mistakes that led to his capture. The mayor’s grin began to dissipate into a scowl as he spoke at the top of his lungs.

“Now listen here you lowdown idiot of a man! You better speak boy as it be the last chance you get before the good lord cast you down to hell where you rightfully belong!” Jeb couldn’t help but smirk at the mention of an afterlife. He always wonder what was waiting for him once he passed from this world. Maybe a endless wasteland of sand, or maybe a whorehouse filled with endless booze and women. Won’t be long now. As Jeb finally open his mouth to speak. His strong Louisiana accent filled the air with a strong hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Well I guess all I can say is that tell your wife Margy that I miss her, and those chilly night strolls were comforting. Also her bosoms are still some of the best around.” The mayor’s face turns a bright crimson as he yells at the top of his lungs. “Hang that snide son of a bitch before I shoot em myself.” Jeb had a broad grin on his face. One last laugh from the gallows as one of the lawmen fired off a round into the head of the horse beneath him. The horse made a loud wine before it fell to the ground dead, leaving him to hang by the tree. Death came slowly as he felt the air from his lungs leave him. Before he felt the cold chill of death’s embrace, he gave one last chuckle before his eyes closed forever. A limp corpse of a man who had fought for the glory of the south. A shell of a man, who had given it all for the hope of a simple dream.

“Jebediah...Jebediah. Time to wake up dear.” Jeb could feel himself waking up from what felt like a deep sleep. His eyelids were still heavy, too heavy to open. The sweet voice that called out his name reminded him of dearly departed mother. Could it be his mother, was this all just a bad dream? Maybe he was safe in his bed, and the world around him would just be a case of bad beef. “Mama, is that you? I swear I had the oddest dream. Something terrible that gives me the fright.” The voice did not respond, but he could feel that the figure was still there. He spoke again. “Mama,do you hear me? I can’t feel my legs, or my arm..” The sweet,soothing voice spoke again. “You are fine dear. You are safe, and home now.” Jebediah finally open up his eyes. The bright lights of the medical lab caught him off guard as he try to raise his hand to shade himself from the blinding light. What he saw next left him speechless. His left arm was no longer a simple arm, but a contraption of some type. As he looks around, the source of the sweet voice in the room stood beside him. A golden face woman in white, almost like an angel. Was he in heaven? Heaven looked a lot like some form of hospital room. There were tubes, odd metallic objects, and strange sounds that began to make him think maybe he was in hell. He shook his head. “No this ain’t right. I couldn’t of gone this way. Oh god, please tell me I’m not down here.” He started crying out into the room. The images of his mother’s face, and of the life he lived raced through his mind as he continue to lay on the table. “ Jebidiah, please calm down. You are not in hell or heaven. You are very much alive. Reborn in new world, a new realm of existence. I am Maiden Sera, and we are here to improve upon your damages for the journey that lays ahead of you. We have recruited you among millions other lifeforms to assist us.” Jebediah glared up at her for a moment or two in silence. He sat up. From his chest down to his legs he was a different man. Very much the same,but also not the same. He lifted his left arm. “You say I've given a second chance heh?” As he stared at his arm, neural implants from his brain ran down his spinal cord to the nerve ending infused with the wires of the new arms. The arm became alive with circulation. Suddenly his arm transformed into something very new, a gun. Jebediah’s broad grin appeared once again as he stares up to the maiden. “That will do just fine.”

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Name: Gladys Joyce Gleeson
Title: Mission Coordinator and Data Compiler
Alias: Her, The Scary Lady, The person you do not want to see smiling, The Almighty Decider of Fate
Gender: Female
Age: 123 yrs.
Species: Human (Genetically Engineered)
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Blue
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 95 lbs.
Orientation: N/A
Date of Birth: July 7th 63 BE
Date of Death: N/A
Home Planet: Orion Main Hub, Station World #4
Family: Batch #3564
Ship/Vehicle: None.
Weapon(s): None.
Equipment: Standard Issue telecommunications headgear.
Powers: Longevity (Due to extended life expectancy of someone 'born' in universe 0-453.)
Skills&Abilities:
Training:
History: Miss Gleeson is one of the last children engineered before the event, making her little more than a child in the eyes of universe 0-453's citizens. Shortly after she had fully developed in an artificial womb, the infant was wisked away to the nurturing center of Station World #4, staying here until the age of 13 before being sent to live in an education sphere. This period of her life lasted for ten years before she was made to choose a life-path, being moved to a new education sphere in the innermost shell of the Station. There she would remain until her training was complete, a meer few months before 'The Event' transpired.

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Name: Taku Yuhari
Title: Dawn's Avatar
Alias: Ku
Gender: Female
Age: Fourteen
Species: Human / Bio-Avatar

Eye Color:
Bronze
Hair Color:
Silver-Grey
Height:
Five Foot
Weight:
99 lb.

Orientation:
Heterosexual
Date of Birth:
Over a century, August 23^rd
Date of Death:
None.
Home Planet:
Earth.
Family:
Deceased, except for her father.

Ship/Vehicle:
Ku's Shuttle

Weapon(s):
Finger Lasers, Automated Hacking Devices
Equipment:
Varies
Powers
Absolute one way Connection to Dawn / Prophet
Skills&Abilities
Wireless Cyber / Electronic Manipulation [ Hacks ]
Various Programmed Martial Arts
Incredible Speed, Strength and Senses.
Training
Her programming allows to imprint various things into her memory and database, as well as her connection with the Dawn Colony.
History
TBA

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Name: Alexander Nakada
Occupation:
Star Fleet, Everquest XO, Commander.
Section 31 Operative.
Alias: Alec
Gender: Male
Apparent Age: Twenty-Nine
Species: Biologically Engineered Human-Betazoid (Augment)
Eye Color: Grey-Black
Hair Color: Jet Black
Height: Six-foot
Weight: 172 lb.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: Questionable
Date of Death: N/A
Home Planet: Experimental Dyson Sphere.
Family: Deceased.
Weapon(s): Hand-Phaser
Equipment: Star Fleet portable Stasis Kit.
Powers Extended Vacuum exposure, increased Empathic sensitivity and range.
Skills&Abilities Close Quarters Combat, Cyberwarfare, Hacking, Weapons Design, Ship Design, Engineering, etc.
Training Advanced Weapons Science and Engineering; Command.
History
Alexander was born on a planet named Beta, within a Dyson Sphere, but that was what his people called it. The planet itself had many names that came from the natives. No one really knew the truth about themselves, just their lived backgrounds and recorded history which could have been complete lies. They wanted to know who they were, why they were there, whatever had made them and so on and so forth. He was one of the first individuals to discover that there was something beyond their twilight sky. Eventually they were able to make the technology to send probs, and he was only sixteen by the time.

They were able to learn that they were under observation by a certain secret Organization simply known as Section 31, who was attempting to learn the secrets of the Dyson Sphere, and what it could support inside of it. This particular sphere at the ability to create planets and manifest life. There was only one planet in the sphere, so there was no need for exploration. Then when there was odd activity with the star within the sphere, they were able to create a primitive beacon that would theoretically escape the walls of the sphere. Instead it worsened the stability and ended up being the cause of killing the Section 31 members managing the secret project.

Within the following years they were able to develop their first warp capable ship in the extreme desperation of leaving the planet. This ship however was known to have several flaws, but they had no time to mend them. It was labelled as a disposable ship which would possibly only get them outside of the Dyson sphere... He was one of the selected and ended up being the only one to survive on board the ship. He was picked up by a Section 31 cell moments after losing consciousness, later being brainwashed and placed within their hands. With their connections, he was placed into Star Fleet and later placed on board the Star Ship Everquest to spy on the Artificial Intelligence, Captain Lake.

TBA

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Name:
Sev
Title:
[s]Watcher[/s]
Over Seer
Gender:
male
Age:
120
Species:
Human
Eye Color:
Yellow
Hair Color:
Black
[b]Height:
6'1
[b]Weight:
210
Orientation:
Straight
Date of Birth:
Unknown
Home Planet:
Earth-453
Family:
Unknown
Ship/Vehicle:
Unknown
Weapon(s):
..Not aloud
Equipment:
Has lost privileges to any form of personal equipment.
Powers
None
Skills&Abilities
N/A
Training
All forms of training he has learned, and mastered has been locked away in his memories. Leaving him as a simple desk jockey.
History

“Sand,sand,and more sand.” Were the words that came from the lips of Watcher Sev. It was once again another damn transfer. This time to a lonely little place known as facility four. It was one of those moves that he had gritted his teeth at the notion of what has commonly been referred as a “promotion” In truth it was no less of a promotion and more like a punishment for his rather outspoken manner.

“This is my last stop before they end me.” He said to himself as he sat in the cargo bay of the large troop transport. He of course was speaking to himself as he sat alone among a bunch of mindless drones. How is it that his life has led to this? A very simple answer to that one. The beings who sit among the 7 colonies  head council are a bunch of hypocrites who are more concerned about keeping their perfect utopia in a pristine condition. Instead of giving a damn about what is ever left of the humans who remember earth. As he sat in the transport he decided to light one for the hell of it.

Smoking inside of a ship with highly sensitive androids should of been a concerned, but it wasn’t for him. It’s funny. Cigarettes have been proven to be a horrible, and life shortening stick of death. Yet he couldn’t help himself. The relaxation from it, the feeling that whatever comes his way, he can handle as long as he has a smoke. Besides with the advance medical technology on the colonies. Smoking is the least of his worries. Guess  thats ones of the things he has to thank the beings they recruited for. They do bring some interesting little quirks aboard with them. With that in mind, he let out a big puff of smoke as he closes his eyes and takes in the current shithole his life has become.

The funny thing, it wasn’t always like this. He was once a very prominent and well known Watcher. A Watcher can commonly be compared to security.Their day to day duties requires them to oversee the protection of all life aboard the colonies, and to seek justice upon all who do not abide by the colonies laws. With all of this in mind life was rather nice for Sev. He was stationed in a serene, quiet little corner in Terra Prime. It really was one of those easy jobs that allowed him the type of freedom that even the “heroes” that Infinite Core has collected couldn’t even match. With these freedoms he and those among his position were at all times the spoken law in the colonies. In fact you could consider Sev head director of security. That was of course a very long time ago. Almost feels like a lifetime ago at the very beginning of what would become the grand system of colonies known as the Infinite Core.  

“Sir, we have arrived at our destination.” Sev’s eyes open quickly as he snaps back into reality. “Right.” He stood up,picking up his pack, and descends down the ramp into the hangar bay. As he reaches the end of the ramp he could hear the the loud metal clanking of droid’s footsteps. A clear reminder that his “new” position as overseer of day to day operations of facility affairs was at it’s core a sentence. Supplies were being unloaded from the back of the transport by the hanger bay staff. The hanger bay itself was more then likely a piece of shit compared to the colossal hangers back at Terra Prime. The signs of decay,corrosion, and much needed repairs left in the open for all to see just left a “everything would be ok feeling!” Ah, who is he kidding, this place smelled like ass end of a cow.

“Greeting Overseer.” Came the words from a stranger dressed in black. “Your arrival has been expected.” Sev glares at the unknown figure for a moment or two before nodding slowly. “Right..” The figure was covered in what could only be described as a strange cloak of sorts. Most of their face was hidden beneath a shrouded veil. “Do you wish to explore the facility, or may I offer you a guided tour myself?” Sev didn’t even bother to respond. He already knew the answer. The figure already knew too. “Then, let us not waste anymore time.” Reluctantly he followed with the same loud metal clanking marching behind him.

As the figure known to him now as a “librarian” spoke with every twist and turn of the facility. Sev couldn’t help but feel the onset of extreme boredom setting in. He was more than qualified for something like this. Hell, being sent here made him feel like death was a better option. In most cases it probably was. That was when the Librarian stopped in front of a small door. “This is your office dear overseer.” The figure pointed to the door as they spoke. “Here is where you are to reside until further notice. You may of course explore the facility to your heart's content, but there will be certain doors  that your access I.D will not open. Those of course are none of your concern, and otherwise you're fine.” Sev raised his brow a little at those last few words, but knew better than to question it.

The Librarian left him there in his office. The armed droids stood right outside his door. All alone in a small,cramped office that looked more like a jail cell. Sev sighs, opening up his pack of cigarettes. Smoking was bad for him, and has proven that it had enough shit in it to lead to the end of his days. He didn’t care though.After all, medical technology was so advanced on the colony that any signs of issues were easily diagnosed and cured. As he placed the pack on his desk, and took a seat.. He reached for his lighter from his pants pocket. “So this is how the world ends..funny.” As Sev lit the cigarette with his lighter, he felt a cold chill on his spine. The old familiar feeling of being watched. There in the upper corner of the office, the cold chill was replaced with a smirk. “Watching me are you?” He places the cigarette in his mouth, and throws up a middle finger to the camera.“Thanks for the welcome you ungrateful bastards…”[/b][/b]

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Name: Captain
Title: EHCM
Alias: Captain
Gender: femme
Age: Unknown
Species: A/I
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 5’
Weight: n/a Though the Everquest is several hundred Kilotons
Date of Birth: 2056
Date of Death: N/A
Home Planet: Utopia Planitia Ship yards
Family: N/A
Ship/Vehicle: USS EverQuest
Weapon(s): Weaponry of the USS Everquest
Equipment:
Powers able to control/ infiltrate most electronic systems
Skills&Abilities Command and pilot The Everquest


History
The Everquest was created by starfleet to test experimental/theoretical components/systems. During one of her testing runs using a Holographic command module, orders came in to respond to an emergency beacon along the neutral Zone from one of the patrol ships stationed there. Upon dropping out of Warp they arrived in a debris field, the remains of the ships that replied to an unknown signal originating somewhere beyond the boarder. When they tried hailing the source of the signal an energy wave knocked out all vital systems. By time they were able to being their systems online the signal was gone. When they got back to the ship yards they found a strange orb of energy in main computer core. Afterword they found the Ships HCM to have become self-aware. A year later an Earth based Terror group planted an EMP bomb on the Everquest which damaged the engines it jumped to warp sending the ship into an unknown quadrant with no warp core.

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[size=20px]APPEARANCE[/size]

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[size=25px]GENERAL[/size]

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[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Name⋰ ⋱[/size]

Seven - Was Once Known As River Marks - But Is Unknown To Her Now

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Age⋰ ⋱[/size]

32

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Gender⋰ ⋱[/size]

Female

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Species⋰ ⋱[/size]

Human - Unknown To Her Now - Has Been Told She Is An Alien

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Heterosexual

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Occupation⋰ ⋱[/size]

Once Employed Under Research & Development Department In Infinite Core - But Unknown To Her Now
Currently She Is A Solider For The Core

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Personality⋰ ⋱[/size]

Quiet, due to her supposed inability to talk. She does have a robotic voice that she is able to communicate with in result of this. Seven tends to feel lost most of the time when she is not busy with combat skills or training or being deployed for missions. Something is always nagging at her but she has not been able to figure out what or why, thus she seems to drift or space out often.

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[size=25px]PHYSICAL[/size]

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Lean yet mild muscular form. Silver almost black cybernetic eyes and long bright red hair that looks natural.

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Height⋰ ⋱[/size]

5' 5"

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Weight⋰ ⋱[/size]

135 lbs.

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Bright Red - Was Once Blond

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Cybernetic Eyes - Was Once Blue

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱General Abilities/Skills⋰ ⋱[/size]

- Survival -

- Stealth -

- Climbing -

- Running -

- Jumping -

- Acrobatics -

- Gunmenship -

- Knifemanship -

- Hand to Hand Combat -

- Armed & Unarmed Combat -

- Some Computer Knowledge -

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[size=25px]BIOGRAPHY[/size]

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[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Background⋰ ⋱[/size]

River Marks was once a highly respected member of the Research & Development Department of Infinite Core. But once her knowledge over certain developments were voiced the Core was outraged and had to do something before word got out. Marks was seized and her memory literally erased. The Core went as far as to toy with genes and implanted Marks with cybernetic eyes and suited her with a bodysuit that she was told she could not remove unless she wished death.

To someone with a memory this ordeal would have been strange, but when Marks woke up and asked where she was and who she was the stories and lies began. She was told she was called Seven and that she was of an unknown alien race they had discovered. Seven had been told she was blind when they found her, so they gave her sight through cybernetics. The suit and facial mask she would have to wear inevitably, for her body would not adapt to the atmosphere. A tory of war was explained to her, her throat had been ripped out, or so she had been told, which explained that she would never physically talk on her own again. They had made adjustments to her suit where she could type on a wrist computer that would then voice her words through a robotic voice. The Core had done just about every measure they could think of so Marks would not have triggers to remind herself of her old life....or so they hoped.

Now Seven is one of their more advanced but simple soldiers they dispatch from time to time on missions they deem as "too dangerous" for their human soldiers. Little does Seven realize she is completely human, aside from the cybernetic implants to her eyes.

-More likely to be posted as time goes on.-

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Anything Issued To Her Through Infinite Core

[size=15px]⋰ ⋱Relationship Status⋰ ⋱[/size]

Single/Unmarried

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Name:
Zaos(Zay-os) Arlen
Title:
The Knight of the Banished
Alias:
The Masked
Gender:
Female
Age:
Unknown
Species: Banished One
The Banished Ones are a group of races that very little know about, they come from a world which rejected them and were systematically inserted into a new world through a portal. They, the knights, inherit the shame of their ancestors and are granted a brief immortality, allowing them to keep their youth until slain. What makes them unique however is their ability to learn and adapt to their environment, almost always giving them the home field advantage. Meanwhile they will not be able to learn a language right away, they will most likely be able to learn by reading body language which is given at the time. Setting the Knights further from the regular Banished Ones, is their irregular sets of abnormal powers...


Eye Color:
Without the mask, they glow electric blue.
Hair Color:
Dark Grey-Blue
Height:
Five foot, seven inches
Weight:
Unknown, believed to be normally 120 lb.
Orientation:
Questioning
Date of Birth:
Unknown.
Date of Death:
None.
Home Planet:
Hailyon Prime
Family:
Deceased


Ship/Vehicle:
The Magi Fighter F1-11, uses a Magi Core as its main power source and can only be operated by a Banished One. The Fighter uses the same abilities as the Knight or Banished One who uses it, dependent on skills and ability sets, it can be a very hard adversary to shoot down.

Weapon(s):
Equipment:
Powers
Skills&Abilities
Training
History

[Kerinst]

Name: ZNK438
Title: Prosperus 3 Miner clone
Alias: Zanac
Gender: Masculine unit
Age: 36 cycles at time of deactivation
Species: Engineered Humanoid
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 7'3"
Weight:430 lbs
Orientation:
Date of Birth: Tendro 34th, 1367 Prosperus cycle
Date of Death: Verdith 27th, 1403 Prosperus cycle
Home Planet: Prosperus 5
Family: Miner clone batch 438 consisted of 27 masculine models and 23 feminine models, all other units of batch 438 deactivated during Contagion uprising 1403
Ship/Vehicle:
Weapon(s): Piston powered fist
Equipment:
Powers:
Skills&Abilities:
Training:
History: Like all units of the Prosperus mining clones, ZNK438's first breath was assisted through the Origin device. He birthed with full capabilities for his chosen profession and adult status of 22 years. The entire batch was deactivated with a nuclear prim device during a riot led by ZNK438, the first such insubordinate act to come out of any of the Prosperus clone batches.

[Lushrocker]

Name: Emily Diamond

Appearance:

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Her hair is a bit lighter than this but I'll fuss over the details another time, as I'll likely be describing her in RP
Title: Usually whatever she feels like calling herself at the time. She is a miss, however. And a dr technically.
Alias: Also ever changing, depending on situation and how much effort she wants to put in. Can range from "your mom" to something unpronounceable, to normal names. Sometimes male names so she can shout about her "soggy knees"
Gender: Female
Age: 9
Species: Human
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color: Light brown. It's also quite long.
Height: about the same height as your average child
Weight: Average 9 year old weight I dunno what that is and I'm not googling it. >_>
Date of Birth:she often lies about her age. 7/12/91 though.
Date of Death: January 27, 2014
Home Planet: Earth
Family: She doesn't really remember or get along with them.
Ship/Vehicle: A little UFO space ship with cute stickers on it and bunny eared antennae.
Weapon(s): a myriad of nick nacks that she'll have out of nowhere, though not many of them, and nearly all of them not useful to the situation.
She has a portal gun most of the time. That is usually it.
Equipment: Portal gun, Tic tacs, Lab coat, a flask full of some unknown but apprently very alcoholic liquid.
Powers: Portal gun, massive intellect beyond most human comprehension. Alcohol tolerance.
Skills&Abilities: Intelligent, Scientist.

Things to know:
She is very anti-authoritarian. Massively so.
She has committed pretty much every crime there is and most likely had a few made up in her honour.
She is a drunk. A complete drunk, is normally found drunk or worse.
Easily bored.

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IC Destiny Character

"It worked. You're alive! You don't know how long I've been looking for you. I'm a Ghost. Actually, now I'm your Ghost. And you... well, you've been dead a long time. So you're going to see a lot of things you won't understand."
-Zazza Varsh being resurrected-

"You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life."
-Told to Zaaza Varsh inside the Black Garden-

Name: Zaaza Varsh

Titles: Voidwalker, Stormcaller, Sunsinger, Toland's Disciple, Champion of Dead Orbit
Alias: Zaaz (to friends), Z (to lovers), Voidstorm (essentially everyone)
Gender: Male
Age: N/a
Species: Earthborn Awoken
Eye Color: Glowing ice blue
Hair Color: Dark blue
Skin Color: Pale blue
Height: Around 6 feet
Weight: 190 pounds
Orientation: Sapiosexual
Date of Birth: Unknown, resurrected around 2700 by his Ghost, a robot that holds his soul.
Date of Death: Sometime after 2000 but before 2700
Home Planet: Earth (different reality)
Family: N/a

Companions: The family he chose
Kirra Hayes: human titan nicknamed “Sun Strike” from his version of Earth. She is steadfast and solid, akin to the walls of the Last City on Earth she swore to protect. Should her ire rise, she becomes a raging inferno crushing all in her way, but her self control makes this a rare occurrence. Zaaza first met Kirra in the Cruicible as her opponent, and was the first to defeat her, ruining the titan's flawless victory streak and removing her nickname "Untouchable." Since then they have been fighting side by side.

Vess: Earthborn Awoken huntress nicknamed “Arc Night” from his version of Earth. She is a cunning and sultry, using her sly wit and exotic form to always gain the upper hand. Be it blade, bow, or rifle, her skills in extermination are extraordinary. Zaaza met her when both where hunting down the Silent Fang, assassins under the command of Skolas, the self proclaimed Kell of Kells and the House of Wolves. They met met up unintentionally again when a fireteam was gathered to kill the Fallen mercenary Captain Taniks, the Scarred under the employ of the House of Wolves. Impressed with Zaaza's skills instead of being "a useless bookworm" Vess decided to keep in touch with Zaaza, dropping by frequently.



Ship: personal spaceship that can hold only a few people

Vehicle: personal speeder called a Sparrow



Weapon(s):
Bad Juju: A three burst fire rifle covered in bones and runes. This was a gift from his master, Toland the Shattered. Bad Juju's bullets carry a string of curses. Bad Juju has an engraving carved by Toland the Shattered which reads, "If you believe your weapon wants to end all existence, then so it will."

Lord of Wolves: A weapon classified as a shotgun by Earth. This was ripped away from the dead clutches of Skolas (Kell of Kells). In reality it is a flaming shrapnel launcher that releases its payload in a series of bursts of 6.

Dark-Drinker: A large sword which is Willbreaker (the sword of Oryx, the Taken King) reforged.

Draw close now. Closer. Yes. Let me tell you why you should not fear Willbreaker, the sword of Oryx.

Firstly: Its blade is not dulled by age. Each death it trades for life hones its edge, gives it weight and gravitas and insistence within the vortex of its own totality.

Nextly: Willbreaker transcends liminality. Willbreaker demands a subjugation more diffuse than the simple snick and smash of a physical brink. It does not have to touch you to wound you.

And lastly—and this is critical: To be taken in Willbreaker's grasp is to know true bliss; that is, to be simplified; that is, to be reduced to one's most basic level, shedding all higher-order thoughts of fear or duty or selfishness; that is, to feel only pain.

Now do you see? Now do you understand what you've done?


Equipment: Robes, helmet, ammunition, grenades, his ghost, personal trinkets, grimoire, ritual knife, Toland's journal.

Powers:

Stormcaller: Harmony within, hurricane without. (Lightning/energy control)
Voidwalker: Those who have stared into the Void are not bound by the laws of space and time. (Void/gravity control)
Sunsinger: Zaaza turned his back on this path and refuses to use the power of suns ever again due to Darkness exposure

Skills and Abilities: Marksman, talented spellcaster, diplomatic, excellent memory, keen mind, athletic body, skilled pilot.

Training: Trained to fight and fly by the Vanguard (Earth's Guardians), studying with various warlock orders, and supporting the faction known as Dead Orbit who seek to leave known space in order to survive the doomed galaxy.

Main Instructors besides Toland the Shattered:
Ikora Rey: Respected among all others, Ikora Rey tutors new warlocks with a lifetime of hard-earned knowledge.Ikora started her career as an iconoclastic Guardian, with a reputation for being outspoken and impatient with the dogma of her peers. She had a very colorful life on the battlefield, whether fighting in the Crucible or doing solo missions and getting shot down repeatedly, surviving against all odds. Her experience gave her a wealth of knowledge and newfound respect among her fellow warlocks. Even so, she apparently has a reputation for being scary, including a rumor that she can turn people into frogs.

Eris Morn: Eris was one of six Guardians who descended into the Hellmouth to kill the Hive god Crota in revenge for the deaths of thousands of Guardians who had tried to reclaim the Moon during The Great Disaster. Though the other five members of her fireteam supposedly died during the venture and her own Ghost was lost, Eris managed to survive in the Hellmouth's shadowy warrens for years. She eventually returned to theGuardians alive, but changed. Her obsession with Crota made her a pariah back at the Tower, but though the Speaker and Commander Zavala believe her obsession is unhealthy, Ikora Rey secretly employed her as a member of the Hidden to infiltrate and keep watch on the activities of the Darkness. Eris claims that after the Hive took her eyes, she replaced them with those of a Hive enemy, third eye included.


History:
Zaaza Varsh does not speak much of his personal history, but the following has been gathered:
-Died but then was brought back to life to fight against the foes of Zaaza's dimension's Earth-
-Became a disciple of the warlock known as Toland the Shattered who was labeled mad and exiled from the last city on the Earth from Zaaza's dimension-
-Became an ally of the Queen of the Reef, Mara Sov, after fighting her enemies-
-Entered the Black Garden and destroyed its heart-
-Entered the Vault of Glass and defeated Atheon, Time’s Conflux-
-Assisted Eris Morn get revenge by fighting Crota's generals and disciples-
-Entered a hellish nightmare of a realm ruled by Crota (Son of Oryx) beside Eris Morn-
-Slayed Crota (Son of Oryx) with his own sword beside Eris Morn-
-Returned to the Reef and fought the rebel Fallen of the House of Wolves following Skolas (self proclaimed Kell of Kells)-
-Recaptured Skolas (self proclaimed Kell of Kells) and sealed him away in the Prison of Elders-
-Killed Skolas (self proclaimed Kell of Kells) once he escaped his cell in the Prison of Elders-
-Was gifted a new spaceship by the Queen of the Reef, Mara Sov, for being her Wrath-
-Was gifted a new Sparrow (hover bike) by the Vanguard for years of service-
-Witnessed Oryx (The Taken King) arriving with his fleet, orbiting Saturn-
-Underwent a spirit quest to learn the powers of thunder and lightning to become a Stormcaller-
-Boarded Oryx's personal ship, the Dreadnought to plant transmat (teleport) beacons-
-Infiltrated Crota’s funeral and siphoned part of Crota’s soul into a crystal-
-Fought Oryx (The Taken King) and forced him to perform a tactical withdrawal-
-Claimed Willbreaker, Oryx’s sword and reforged it into Dark-Drinker with Eris Morn’s guidance-

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