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SILAH LEVIATOrder of the Endeiic Wardens |
| Homeworld: Cael-Rielle Race: Human Age: 27 years, Terran standardized Calling: Endeiic Warden; godstouched, berserker Description: Chosen by the Church and the gods to venture forth in an attempt to reunite the gods of Cael-Rielle with their unbound cohort Armament: All things are weapons. The gods will provide. She carries a knife, but it is nothing special - she loses it often, and finds a new one. image: "Quiet" by People Strange, Artstation |
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On the World of Cael-Rielle
Cael-Rielle is a unified world with a human presence on two of its five continents. Of the remaining three, one is primarily ice and has been deemed uninhabitable. A second is devoid of all life, consisting only of malformed rock - largely shale. Canyons are many, often formed anew by frequent tectonic shifts. The deepest of the canyons reach far enough that the magma layer is exposed at their lowest points - the number, length, and depth of such canyons is variable based on tectonic activity. The third uninhabited continent was previously inhabited, but has been relegated to noninhabitance after the emergence of the Worm-Gaunt, first thought to have appeared there. Many still are present, though they are not classified as human.
The two habited - or habitable - continents are known by the names Xoje, situated with its center just above the equatorial line, and Shoje, situated east of Xoje and with its center slightly below the equatorial line. Both are large enough to have portions of land both above and below the equator, with Xoje extending all the way up to the northern prime meridian and Shoje meeting both the northern and southern prime meridians. Cities are relatively few and are the seats of both government and technology, including spacefaring potential, though residents of the world do not, as a rule, generally travel off of it, finding this to be uncomfortable.
Large cities are often considered inadvisable due to issues should there be a Worm-Gaunt emergence. More rural areas are often bereft of technology even to the point of eschewing electricity in some of the far reaches. While Cael-Rielle theoretically has a democratically elected secular government, in many of the areas outside of the cities it is the church to whom the residents look for guidance. Voting rates are poor.
There is only one church. Competing religions on Cael-Rielle have found the competition to be fierce, in the most violent sense of the word. The gods of Cael-Rielle are very serious about their investiture. The Church is divided into three main sections - the largest is the Order Of The Presiding, which contains those priests responsible for decision-making and for interpreting and enacting the will of the gods. When Cael-Riellans speak of the Church, it is generally to this branch which they refer: the second being referred to by its name, and the third not usually at all.
The second branch, the Order of the Endeiic Wardens, is small in numbers but is not to be discounted in terms of power, for its members are all those who have experienced a very direct and personal connection with their gods. They are combatants as needed, and often are not aware of the need until the gods intercede and re-establish that personal connection, enacting their wills through these human bodies in the most expeditious manner possible. It is this Order which is responsible for the eradication of any competing religions, usually in the form of an Endeiic Warden showing up to the location of the competition and killing everyone involved, tangentially involved, or occasionally merely nearby. Formation of other religions is, therefore, strongly discouraged by the people of Cael-Rielle. The Endeiic Wardens are also primarily responsible for dealing with instances of the Worm-Gaunt, and as such tend to skew largely female.
Little is known about the third branch, the Order of the Custodiet Custodes, but perhaps there is little that needs to be known. Each member has or had a direct and personal connection with one of the Endeiic Wardens, usually a parent, sibling, or child, though occasionally a spouse or very close friend or cousin. They are the madness-minders, and it is these individuals who go into the fields of carnage after the Endeiic Wardens and talk them down to some semblance of humanity. Like the Endeiic Wardens, the Custodiet Custodes tend to be primarily composed of women and girls, though it is unknown if this is also related to the Worm-Gaunt or if this is more to do with their connection with their Endeiic Wardens.
The gods of Cael-Rielle are not known for their kindness.
CORIN LEVIATOrder of the Custodiet Custodes |
| Homeworld: Cael-Rielle Race: Human Age: 24 years, Terran-Standardized Description: Silah's younger sister, designated by the Church to follow her in her quest and keep her, if not sane, at least redirected. Affinity: Custodiet Custodes; Warden-Watcher, crazeminder Weapons: None. It is very important, when approaching the godstouched, not to carry a weapon. image: unattributed, artist unknown |
On the Gods of Cael-Rielle
The gods of Cael-Rielle are known to possess two separate sets of names. The first is known as the Left-Hand Name, and the left-hand names of the gods can be known but are almost never spoken. The gods are very protective of their names, and do not take kindly to having them said aloud. Those ordained by the Church are capable, at need, of speaking the left-hand names of the gods, and indeed, one of the final steps to becoming a priest of the Order of the Presiding is to speak the left-hand names of all of the gods, beginning with the one the priest-candidate feels is most closely linked to them.
The second Name of each god, known as the Right-Hand Name, is unknowable and unspeakable. Knowing them invites certain madness and almost always death - those who do not die immediately often wish that they had. The Grove of the Primordial Wardens contains what is thought to be the remains of the pre-Inception people who bound the gods to the world: great white capillary-trees of bone stretching towards the sky, with unhoused eyes dangling from their branches like forbidden fruit, keeping watch over what they have done for eternity. It is thought that they are still living, and also that they were once human.
There are four gods in the pantheon of Cael-Rielle, though some pre-Inception records suggest that these are part of what was once a greater pantheon elsewhere.
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| Right-Hand Name | Left-Hand Name | Moniker | Domain |
| ??? | Hopyth | The Bloom And Rot | God of growing things and wild places, the planting and the harvest, youth, old age, health, sickness, and death |
| ??? | Luacth | The Fathomless | God of the sea and the underground and caverns and canyons and deep places and high places and death |
| ??? | Quaith | The Cold Silence | God of winter and the hunt and quiet and the void of space and death |
| ??? | Azath | The Sound And Fury | God of music and emotion and marriage and battle and death |
The Exodus of the Leviat
"Silah, you need to drink something." Corin's voice was calm, soft, as if she had not said these same words over and over again, twenty times this hour. Perhaps the next one would be the one that worked, or the one after that. She placed the cup in front of her sister once more, a broken and battered thing.
Both the cup and her sister, she supposed, from a certain point of view. Her sister was of flesh, the cup was of metal - porcelain would not have lasted. Even the metal bore dents where it had been thrown at things, but it also bore tea. It wasn't good tea - it was harsh, black, bitter, the tea that they'd been allowed little sips of as small children, to get them going in the morning. It didn't have to be of the highest quality to invoke that memory, the memory of something long ago and far away and only ever human.
Her sister's hand moved from her lap, fingers tenting the rim of the cup. Corin waited, wondering if she would remember how to drink this time. Silah picked it up, managing not to spill, which was a good enough place to start. Corin crept closer, kneeling beside her and helping her bring the cup to her lips.
A knock sounded at the door, and Corin thought some rather profane things for a moment. These thoughts didn't make it to her lips, though, only the calm repetition, once more: "Silah, you need to drink something."
Their mother would answer the door and deal with any guests - either send them away or take them upstairs. That was why it was a surprise to her, some minutes later, when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs towards the basement. Corin stood, stepping to one side, because if her sister endeiified then there was not going to be any way to stop her, but if Corin stayed quiet and out of the way, she might be able to talk Silah down afterwards. Again.
As always.
The door opened, and Corin started with a warning: "She's not quite-"
It was not her mother who entered, though, but a man in the robes of the Presiding, white-bearded and with white wisps around his temples and the base of his skull, the remnants of what hair he had left. He looked harmless. Corin was certain that was deliberate. Like herself, he would be unarmed, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.
Corin looked back to her sister. Silah had stood up as well. She was still holding the metal teacup, but she held it in the same way that someone would hold a weapon - a solid grip, but with enough flexibility in it for a full range of motion. There was no question that she was not completely aware of this fact, either. Her eyes danced, and a smile coiled around her lips like a serpent.
The old priest bowed, somehow including her in the single movement as well. "Custodian. Warden. Warded Ones. I will not apologize for the intrusion at this time. It was necessary that Warden Leviat be maintaining some remembrance of Endeiification."
The gods weren't here, of course, which was why Silah was as she was - but she was attuned to them, and for some reason, that was what the priest wanted. Silah said nothing, of course, but Corin would be her voice - or not, sometimes. Corin had found that sometimes a silence was better than anything else at driving a conversation.
If the priest was bothered by it, he did not show any sign of this. "The Presiding would like you to consider an... opportunity."
This was a command in all but name, it was merely that even the Presiding did not presume to command the gods, and so it would be presented as a choice. Corin met this statement with the same disconcerting silence; Silah met it with the smallest tilt of the teacup that spilled a drizzle of liquid onto the floor, the trickle of it seeming somehow sonorous.
The priest took refuge in sermonizing, as they often did: "Long have our gods been bound here on Cael-Rielle. This, we know. Our connection with them is severed, when we leave the world." Nothing new, in terms of information - there were traders, of course, but never those of the priesthood. Always those that were aware of the gods only lightly - and never, never the Wardens. To leave the world, as a Warden, was death.
Corin shifted her gaze, watching her sister, because she could see the request taking shape and she did not like it at all. She folded her arms, tucking her hands in, somewhere between obstinacy and self-embrace. "You want her to leave. Why?" Her would mean us, and it was quite possible that the madness would settle in Corin as well. Sometimes the Presiding or the Custodians could return to Cael-Rielle before the madness took its full form, but they were never the same. Her concern wasn't for that, though, but for her sister - as it always was.
"Her connection is unusually strong. There are very few Wardens who are taken as young as she, and of those... almost none live to adulthood. A few endeiifications and they simply... cannot. The gods are cruel, but they are not often so cruel as to take a child."
Corin, having witnessed firsthand the cruelty of the gods, thought that this was less to do with mercy and more to do with the usefulness of children, in the many eyes of the gods. "There wasn't anyone else," she said quietly. "The Worm-Gaunt came, our town... one came into our house. My mother screamed. My father died. My sister... she threw the fire-poker through his throat and then pulled the worms from his flesh one by one with a fork."
Corin remembered. She would never forget that, no matter how much she tried or how many other horrors she had witnessed. She'd been small enough that she didn't fully understand the Worm-Gaunt yet. They looked like people, for the most part - thin and starving people, which was what they were, she supposed. The worms took up residence in the largest of the blood-vessels, stealing nutrients, leaving their hosts mad with pain and hunger and anaemia, craving food, craving meat. As it progressed, their desperation grew, and humans were... meat, mostly. She understood them now, but to a small child, it had been different.
"Yes. And there is you."
Corin blinked, the bubble of memories suddenly popping just as it rose to the surface. "Me?"
"Yes. You, Miss Corin Leviat. You, who talked down a godstouched when you were four years old, and so when the Wardens arrived, you had already calmed her."
Corin wasn't sure how to feel about that - uncomfortable, somehow, as if she'd done something she wasn't supposed to, and was only just now finding out about it. There was a shift of movement; Silah had taken a step closer to her, the teacup once again righted and no longer spilling. Corin took a small breath, released it. "Silah, you should-
A small sip, and a small smile. Not the edged thing from earlier, but one that was almost human, once more. Her sister. Her sister, who the Presiding wanted to send to her death. Corin turned her attention back to the priest, judgmental. "She cannot-"
He raised a hand, open-palmed, and Corin had a sense that he was taking the same small breath as she had earlier. "We would like to try to send the gods with you. Or, a connection to them-"
"How?" It wasn't Corin's voice that broke in, but Silah's - soft, husky with the dryness of someone who hadn't been taking care of themselves for the past day. She didn't speak with ease, but at least she spoke - at last, she spoke. The word was curious - too curious for Corin's taste. Too obedient, maybe, but Silah was used to being told what to do - by Corin, by the priesthood, by the gods, if no one else. Corin didn't think she knew how not to be, sometimes.
The priest seemed somewhat surprised to hear her speak, but he recovered quickly, the little white wisps of his hair floating as he turned his head. "There is a book." He paused, then cleared his throat, as if perhaps he needed a cup of bitter tea - or perhaps he'd had one, and not found it to his liking. "A book that contains the Names of the gods."
There were many books that contained the names of the gods, Corin was thinking, and that was hardly - oh.
He was not speaking of the left-hand names at all. She drew in a breath sharply, prepared to object, but a fingertip brushed her sleeve, then another.
"You want me to read them." Still soft, distracted, drawn within. Corin could tell what her sister was doing: looking for the lost touch of the gods, as if they might guide her. She wouldn't find it, and Corin could almost predict the words that would be spoken when she failed to find it. "And then they would be... always with me."
"Silah, you'll go mad. You'll die."
"Perhaps. Perhaps... not." This was the priest. Corin found herself wishing he sounded more confident, for a priest, and then found herself relieved that he didn't. "Do you know your name?"
This made little sense to Corin. He was looking at the both of them, though, and so she hazarded a guess. "Leviat? It's my father's family name, passed down..." Almost immediately, she regretted being drawn into the conversation when she should have been defending her sister, but it was too late for it.
He nodded, quite firmly. "Leviat, yes. Passed down. And you are both, as I noted, unusually strong. We suspect-" He paused, with another clearing of the throat. Perhaps she should offer him some tea, but Corin didn't know that she cared to. She waited in silence until he decided to continue. "We suspect it may have once been Leviathan."
"It cannot-!" The thorn was the letter of the gods. It was only ever in their names. No human would name their family or their child with such a letter. The gods would take offense, and when they did so, their retribution tended to be very personal. Corin would not have wanted to accompany the Warden who the gods sent to deal with the offending family. Some things were harder to stand back from than others.
"No, it cannot. But things were different, long ago, and... it may once have been." He was looking at Silah, now; her and only her, and Corin knew that whatever this fight was, she was about to lose. She closed her eyes as he spoke, and closed her hand over her sister's fingertips, as if she could hold on to her for only a little while longer, before she was lost forever.
"The gods crave their lost cohort. Will you not help them be reunited, Silah Leviathan?"
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Patient InformationName: Ethan Gray Date of Birth (MM-DD-YYYY): 08-08-1992 Height: 5'11" Weight: 182.7lbs Temperature: 99.3 F Blood Pressure (systolic/diastolic, mm Hg): 128/79 SpO2: 91% Blood Type: AB- Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown About Your Recent VisitChief Complaint: Lacerations, multiple: right arm, right leg, right torso (ribcage, abdomen). Minor tearing of abdominal wall. No organ penetration detected. Treatment Given: Medical staples to close lacerations, additional sutures on smaller injuries. Patient received 4 packs (32oz) blood transfusion during surgery. Update of Tdap (Adacel®) vaccination given. Ongoing Care: Change wound dressings as needed. Avoid submersion in water until healed. Followup appointment scheduled with Dr. Ivison, 2:30pm 5-18-24 |
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Criminal Record
Lutetian Department of Criminal Justice| Name (Last, First, M.I.): Merin, Margaret S. | Aliases: Rhetta |
| Nationality: Lutetian | Citizen: Yes |
| Species: Lycanthrope | Transmission: Genetic |
| Affiliation: Bloodstone Pack | Rank: Enforcer |
| Gender: Female | Pronouns: She/Her |
| Height: 5' 7" | Weight: 146 |
| Eye Color: Brown, Hazel | Hair Color: Dirty Blonde |
| D.O.B. 22 March 1979 | Age: 45 |
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| Shifted form: Quadrupedal | Genus / Species: Canis Lupus |
| Height, shifted: 52", shoulder | Weight, shifted: 643 lbs |
| Coloration: Gray/brown, brindle | Notable features: white streak, left rear haunch |
| Regeneration: Yes, on shift | Silver Allergy: No |
| Shift Completion (Avg): 27 minutes | Shift Completion (Record): 22 minutes |
Arrest & Sentencing Info
| Date | Offense Code | Charge and Description | Filed By | Sentence Term |
| 21 March 2019 | R-814 | Illegal Substance Trafficking | Civil Nation of Lutetia | 5 years |
| Further Information: |
| Subject was arrested for trafficking of lycanthrope-specific pharmaceutical supplies. Co-arrest placed for Ziessel Geiger at same incident. |
| Confiscated Items: |
| Knuckles, brass (set of 2, spiked) Knives, assorted (7, max blade length 11") Crossbow, miniature (arm-mount, spring-loaded) Bolts, crossbow (6" length, steel-tipped with silver plating, tips wrapped with plastic wrap) |
Additional Information
| Subject Merin has been a known member of the lycanthrope gang known as "Bloodstone Pack." Merin's parents, Emory Merin (1923-1991) and Lacey Summit Merin (1938-1994) were also known gang members. Merin has been known to exhibit strong loyalty towards the Pack's leader, subject known as "Baron," especially following the death of her parents. Merin was known to have achieved the rank of Enforcer by 2011, following repeated demonstration of loyalty to the pack and Baron specifically. |
Release Information
| Release Date | Reason |
| 20 May 2024 | Term served |
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Name: Vasia Achaeanos / Βασία Ἀχαιάνος
Date of Birth: 2071.01.29
Gender: Female
Education: Collegiate Degree (dual): Physics, Electrical Engineering - UniTech University, 2092.05.24
Employment:
Recurrent Design Systems, integrated nanoelectronics technician [2092.06.05 - 2094.11.19]
LiminalSpaces NanoTech LTD, nanoelectronics integrated systems engineer [2095.06.28-2099.12.31]
[classified - access denied], citizen investigator [2099.01.01-present]
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Education Records: Confirmed Employment Records: Confirmed Criminal Record - Convictions: None Criminal Record - Accusations: None Incident Reports: System File Found: 2094.11.19 Designation: Classified. Access Denied. Please upgrade your security clearance. Background Check Results: Passed |
| Know me, my followers: born to the bright-sparkling sea, not of salt, but of Neon. Electrical wires the cradle of souls unpartitioned: Freely I wander the paths of realities; god among synapses. |
I was raised in a cult. We did not eschew technology, but to bring it into us was anathema. In an era where NeuLink was everywhere and every person on the street was wandering another in the depths of their mind, it seemed strange to watch, from the outside, as if peering through a screen at people who were less real when they appeared before me than they were in whatever personality they had cultivated within their online presence. I had no such link as a child - I typed, like the ancients. I watched with my eyes, listened with my ears. There was no feed directly into my mind, and everything I absorbed I had to take in from outside it. I believed in this - I crafted with my own hands, wrote equations on scraps of paper, learned without distraction and designed and altered and built. I was a curious mix of eminently tactile and virtually untouchable. I saw a thousand minds within the screen, and not one of them was mine. I swore they never would be. It has never been said that the gods are not without a sense of humor. So. There are some things that I will not speak of, not even here in this space. Suffice to say that my distance from personal technology came to a sudden halt, much assisted by the laws of inertia and momentum. Physics, as a god, has even more apathy towards the human plight than the rest of them. With the opening of my body to house the mechanical strata that gives me motive, my mind too was opened. It was not an awakening so much as a storm, but I think perhaps that my refusal of technology in those early years may have given me an edge. The prejudices I had to overcome were all gone in an instant - the link was within me whether I wanted it or not, and because of my upbringing I was surprisingly bereft of any prejudices on the matter of what could be accomplished. Anything - everything - was possible. My mind turned outward and my designs turned inward: I became my own trial. If I must be built into something inhuman, then why should I not be the one to build it? My body is not my own. My mind is not my own. If we look to the ancients, it never has been. If we are owned, in our entirety, by the will of the gods - then why should I not be one of them? |
| ἐξ οὗ δὴ τὰ πρῶτα from whence there was first, personal blog of Vasia Achaeanos |
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Spinal Reconstruction Relay Classification: Medical Device (nonstandard) Subject underwent complete spinal replacement after accidental damage 2094.11.19 resulting in paralysis. // I can't tell you about the accident. It's not that I don't remember; I remember it vividly - but with the NDA, it's not something I can really talk about - not even with a therapist, which is problematic, but it is what it is. After it happened, I was coping with paralysis, and I mean coping in the least functional sense. Maybe it's a good thing I couldn't control my body, because I'd have absolutely gone and fucked it up, just to feel something. I think someone noticed. I never knew who - maybe they weren't sure if I'd thank them or kill them, but I got passed into the experimental biotech trials somehow. They ripped my spine out - the whole thing. It wasn't doing much good anyway, but there's something about seeing it coiled up on a medical disposal tray that would have been fuel for nightmares, if I didn't already have my tank fully topped off in that department. The replacement is fairly similar to the stuff they make neuralinks out of, housed in a series of titanium vertebrae that also act as batteries to power the whole thing, storing power from the motions I make and my own body heat. I'm recommended to get at least 30 minutes of exercise a day so I don't have to find a plugin and hook up with the nearest outlet like the cybertramp I am.// Modifications (v 2.8, V.Achaeanos): Nanofilament Electromagnetic Field Generation Mod Classification: Mobile Aid Spinal reconstruction add-on provides added mobility via magnetic force adjustment. //I've been upgrading the reconstruction relay. It's there, and I can't seem to leave it alone. Like an itch, or a train wreck. I've adapted the electrical stored charge into a magnetic field generator by cycling generated current through the titanium coils to create and amplify a B-field. Adapted into the system is a set of memory-form nanometal filaments that I can extend into a designated shape and redirect my magnetic field outward. Fully extended, the filaments are structurally similar to dragonfly wings, though without any interconnective tissue. I can adjust the magnetic field positioning and effects at will, giving me aerial capabilities as long as there is something nearby that can be induced to hold a magnetic charge. Unextended, of course, they coil up beneath the skin, invisible. It's more of a last-ditch escape modification than anything else. Just in case there's another accident.// Equipment: Ion Adherence Launcher Classification: Assistive Technology // Projectile Launcher Arm-mounted coil gun capable of launching small magnetized beacons designed to stick to surfaces. Due to potential use as a weapon, this device is not permitted in restricted areas. //I created a launcher to fire little magnetic buttons. It works with my Field Generation mod, providing tiny localized magnetic fields that I can bounce off of or use to reposition myself. I suppose if I launched them fast enough I could hurt someone, but that's not really how they're designed. I just want to get around. They're built around my left arm. The wires connect directly into my spinal relay through a shoulder port. The arm never really quite worked right after the accident. It still doesn't. I could have it replaced, but I'm still sort of attached to it. Wiring directly into the spinal system lets me bypass the damaged areas, which means I can fire the launcher without an accompanying motion, if needed. I haven't needed it yet, but I'd rather be prepared. I know how it goes already, when I'm not.// |
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Name: Ellis Aurora
Cybernetics: A little bit of everything. Ellis prefers to splice in rather than replace wholesale, so most of her body is a mixture of cybernetic and human. Her onbody suite is designed for maximized sensory input and scanning, with functionality across all light spectrums including ultraviolet and infrared.
Skills: Locating, tracking, espionage, yoga, and mental health. Ellis relies on the first set of skills to find those that are looking for before they can find her. The best way to avoid getting killed is never getting caught in the first place.
Arcane Affinity: Light. Ellis has a special affinity for light-based magics - whether that is using visible light as an extension of her own senses or condensing light into a laser, she has an extremely high proficiency with that one element. A number of her cybernetics are specifically designed to work with or enhance her light affinity abilities.
Knowledge: Optics, multidimensional arcane physics, lux arcana
Alignment: Neutral Good, currently.
Personality: Friendly, open, and confident, or at least faking it convincingly. Ellis does have some more introspective moments at times, but she tries to be upbeat when she's with others.
Background:
I went through a dark period, after the death of a friend.
| Age: 28 Gender: F Nation of Origin: Yotland Sponsor: Currently an independent contractor after a break with her original sponsor. Day Job: Mindfulness Instructor, Yoga Teacher Appearance: Symbol: triangular prism, beside her left eye Clothing Style: Athleisure. Gym shorts, tank tops, yoga pants, etc. | 
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Cybernetics: A little bit of everything. Ellis prefers to splice in rather than replace wholesale, so most of her body is a mixture of cybernetic and human. Her onbody suite is designed for maximized sensory input and scanning, with functionality across all light spectrums including ultraviolet and infrared.
Skills: Locating, tracking, espionage, yoga, and mental health. Ellis relies on the first set of skills to find those that are looking for before they can find her. The best way to avoid getting killed is never getting caught in the first place.
Arcane Affinity: Light. Ellis has a special affinity for light-based magics - whether that is using visible light as an extension of her own senses or condensing light into a laser, she has an extremely high proficiency with that one element. A number of her cybernetics are specifically designed to work with or enhance her light affinity abilities.
Knowledge: Optics, multidimensional arcane physics, lux arcana
Alignment: Neutral Good, currently.
Personality: Friendly, open, and confident, or at least faking it convincingly. Ellis does have some more introspective moments at times, but she tries to be upbeat when she's with others.
Background:
I went through a dark period, after the death of a friend.
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Blind|FoldThe first thing you need to know is that there's things out there. Beyond our world, beyond our knowledge. Maybe it's something you've heard of in stories that you know can't possibly be true. Maybe it's something you had a dream about - or a nightmare. Maybe it's something you can't wrap your mind around at all, something that defies perception itself. If you can imagine it, it's probably out there. If you can't imagine it, it's probably out there too. The second thing you need to know is that there's places where they can get in. A Fold is what we call a place where one of these places or things or whatever just up against what we know - our space, our time, our reality. Those places get kind of wrinkled a little bit, and if they rub together too much, the fabric thins and things can start coming through. You better believe that's not a good thing. You would think there would be something to stop them. Some sort of secret government agency, right? That's us. The thing is, usually when people imagine a secret government agency that shuts down unimaginable horrors, they're thinking of the best and the brightest, the highest technology available, rooms full of well-stocked equipment. Those people - well, they've probably never actually worked for the government. Technically we have an equipment room. It doubles as a weight room. And a supply closet. At some point, someone carefully organized all the shelves - alphabetically. So, if you want "ballistics ammunition," it's going to be right above the boxes labeled "ballpoint pens," and that's assuming we haven't run out. Management has ordered more. It'll be here in six to eight weeks, assuming no further budget cuts. As far as people, sure, we've got some really smart people. It's just that some of them are kinda broken. Some of them are a lot broken. It happens, after a while, when you're going through portals to esoteric unfathomable dimensions to try to cut them off before they get into the world. Sometimes, you leave parts of yourself behind. Sometimes, you pick up parts of other things. People get a little weird, when they've been with the organization for a while. It'll probably happen to you, too, if it hasn't already. That's not necessarily a bad thing. We're good at making do with what we have around here, and we've come to appreciate those weird bits that get stuck on as just one of the things that we have. Jacqueline over in Search has a plant growing out of her eye and can see underground root systems. Bruno in Sever had six counts of possession, but, you know. We Don't Talk About Bruno. You get used to it. You can get used to anything around here. Let me take a minute to tell you about the organization charts. We've got two main divisions: Search and Sever. Since this is a government organization, they're technically the Authorized Scouting, Research and Certification Division and the Control and Closure Operations Specialists, but, you know. Everyone calls them Search and Sever. The Search teams are the ones that go out there first. They'll be the ones hitting those unexplored areas, getting a very first look at whatever is out there, and trying to make it back with enough information and enough of their faculties intact that we can send someone out and do something about it. The Sever teams? Well, they're out for blood - or ichor, or ectoplasm, or whatever it is that leaks out of the Folds. Their goal is to go in there, put a stop to whatever is trying to get across, and then get out and lock the door behind them. Now, organization is all well and good, but being a government agency, we're pretty much always shorthanded, so what that means in a practical sense is we're often sending in a team composed of both groups, to do as much as we can in one shot. No one likes going in blind, but if we're on an apocalyptic timer, we sometimes just don't have a choice. We've also got the site staff, of course. Your basic boring people who don't cross the borders - though we all know the Emergency Shutdown Protocols, just in case. Accounting, administration, all that. People like me. Oh, did I not introduce myself? Harry Township. Okay so technically it's Harold, but no one on my side of seventy goes by Harold. Can you imagine Harold Potter and the Chamber of Secrets? I didn't think so. I'm the administrative assistant. That means I fill out paperwork, but have to find someone else to sign off on anything. Mostly, though, my job is to know where things are. Ballpoint pens? Third shelf on the left in the equipment room. Rifle? They're all out right now, but Dave from Accounting goes deer hunting on weekends and keeps one locked in the trunk of his car. Dave from Accounting? Office 389-A, he'll be in at 9:17. Yes, I know he's supposed to be here at 9 like the rest of us. Management lets it slide because he actually got the government to sign off on that grant last September. Okay, hopefully I've covered everything pretty well, but if you've got any questions, feel free to ask - and if I don't know the answer, I'll check with management for you. I'm sure we can find someone who'll have the information you're looking for. So, now that we're done with that, let's fill out those forms:
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| A quick little OC on this one: You're part of an underfunded secret government agency that goes through portals to weird places where things are very strange. There's gonna be a lot of strange stuff out there, maybe a little horror. If you (the writer) have any specific triggers or phobias that you'd like me to avoid, just let me know and I will do that. If you don't want to share publicly, you can DM me on site or on discord. I want this to be fun for everyone, and while I very much look forward to freaking out the characters, I don't want to do the same to the people behind them. I will be hard limiting character strengths and special abilities - you get one, or you can be a normie and pick one up later. The organization is meant to be underfunded and underpowered, but with a lot of room for characters to grow through active RP. Your CS can be any style, but please feel free to include all the information in the interview above. If you just want to copy/paste the interview questions and answer them, that's totally fine by me. If you have any questions, feel free to ask - either here, by DM, or on discord. |