Remnants of the Earth

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Name Cairo Py
Alias CherriPy, Black Cherry, Cherry Pie
Age 43; looks about 18 (slow-aging is a bitch)
DOB April 24th
Gender Male
Sexuality Asexual and aromantic outside of The Connection
Species Mixed Human
Ethnicity Unknown
Height 6'6
Occupation Retail
Residence Cancer Station
Voice Claim Matthew McFayden as Mr. Darcy


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Physical Description

Tall and slender, Cairo has the appearance of a gangly teenager rather than a man well onto his way to being close to half a century old. His face still has soft baby features. At most he can grow three chin hairs much to his resigned disappointment. Cairo's hair is raspberry cream in color with dark black cherry colored roots. He keeps it cut in an undercut with the top long enough to flip over and brush along his jawline. His eyes are a matching pink.

His wardrobe consists of as much natural fibers he can get his hands on. He hates the synthetic stuff and breaks out in hives if he has to come in contact with too much of it at a time. Cairo is partial to skinny pants under long tunics and long, open ponchos.

He has a vertical labret through his bottom lip along with snake bite hoops at the corners of his mouth. Both ears are also pierced with lobe piercings. He tends to wear several different rings with different means of protection or good health. Cairo also has his cult's symbol tattooed between his shoulder blades along with his family symbol below it.

Personality

Cairo is a steadfast individual. He is patient and reliable in all things he does bordering on uncompromising, stubbornness in his need to succeed. Cairo may be slower to come to a decision as he requires as much insight as he can gather but once his choice is made it is damn near impossible to deter him from his path.

In that same vein he despises sudden change. Complications are sure to make him incredibly frustrated though he is not above from trying to rework what is going wrong in order to try and correct it. This applies to all aspects of his life, from his job, to his personal life, to his passions.

Overall he is a practical and well-grounded man who finds peace and joy in the fruits of his labor. He loves to work with his hands especially when it comes to activities such as cooking or caring for others. Cairo is a nurturer to those that have earned his trust and respect.

Things

• Loves cherry-flavoured things especially cherry blossom tea.
• Absolutely terrified of losing his loved ones or driving them away. But does his level best not to be too clingy.
• Extreme worrywart especially when it COMES to his loved ones.

Magic/Abilities

Kitchen Witch: Cairo possesses some basic magic dealing predominantly with minor healing and protection. He enjoys working with teas and spells where his chores bring joy and happiness to those he cares most about. His home is his safety and sanctuary open to all those who have gained his trust and care. He has spent many years trying to collect and create old and new spells in order to expand his repertoire but caring for his mother has proven to be more and more time consuming over the years. Most of what he does involves ensuring her safety and care. Although he does have a few spells set out in the universe just in case The Connection is real and his one is out there somewhere looking for him.

The Connection: This fundamental belief is what the entire Children of Conscience cult is based upon. While there are many believers simply swept up in the concept or hopes of it all. The Py family is one of the true experiences of this phenomenon. Their nonhuman roots harken back to this primal need and desire to find The Connection, or their one true mate. It is physically impossible for them to be with anyone else but their one, their other half of their soul, Their Connection.

Once connected they develop an empathic and sometimes even mental link with their other half. They will feel what the other feels and sometimes even know what the other knows if The Connection is strong enough and deeply embedded in both partners. For most it is simply empathic though and it has no strain over distance or time should a pair that has already Connected been separated. The Connection however does not exist until the other soul half has been discovered.

It is believed pairs are drawn towards each other their entire lives. The stars themselves will be moved to make way for their meeting should it be necessary. They spend their whole lives praying for and searching for Their Connection as it is believed to be the purest of all bonds. There is no love like that of The Connection.

That is not to say though that it cannot be perverted and corrupted. Rejection does not end the bond. It is believed only in death can you be free of The Connection and even then there have been cases where one of the Children have been left to linger on long after Their Connection has left them for the Great Beyond.

Relationships

Jeshra: Deceased father though he had been absent from Cairo's life for a long time before he finally died. No one knows what happened to him other than he is gone beyond where Cairo's mother can reach.

Torna: His mother who lives at home with Cairo and is catatonic at the loss of her Connection. Once a leader and matriarch in the cult, she is a shell of her former self and has not spoken in over a decade. Her loss has affected many though has been a massive warning to all within the cult about how the Connection should be properly revered and fully accepted and integrated into their lives.

Children of Conscience: The cult that Cairo was raised in. He finds his faith in The Connection shaken by his mother's loss but not broken. Her suffering is only proof of the truth of the matter. Soulmates exist and the loss of one can make you wish for death. He keeps away from cult meetings for the most part and chooses to do things on his own. That doesn't stop them from coming to visit him though and check in on him from time to time. Cairo feels a general indifference bordering on disdain for them. Perhaps if they had done something then his mother would not have suffered so much.

The Connection: Cairo has met them once before they disappeared out of his life again. His heart and soul long for them desperately though he has come to the conclusion it is not meant to be. The awakening of his empathy for them has also created some awkward moments though Cairo is trying to make the best of it. He dreads the day that person finds someone to settle down with but until then he'll just keep holding on and try to live his life as if nothing's changed.

History

Cairo was born into the Cult of Conscience on the Cancer Station. He comes from a long line of cultist leaders on his mother's side. Even she was already an elder by the time she finally had her precious baby boy with her Connection. His birth brought joy to the cult as all births before and after him had as it was considered symbolic proof of the truth of their ways. He grew up believing the same.

Behind closed doors though his own family life was less than ideal. His mother was miserable at times. A look of grief and sorrow would often overcome her even as Cairo so her cheeks flush and her hand clasp over her heart suddenly and seemingly without cause or reason. It would be many years before he realized how real the Connection was to people like his mother and how devastating it could be.

His father had never been a believer and never wanted to be one. He tried for Cairo's mother but between the pressure of family life and a young child soon grew bored of it all. He sought his pleasures and his comforts elsewhere, slowly chipping away at the woman he called his piece by broken piece. Eventually he disappeared altogether.

Back then Cairo was told his father was off on an important mission for the cult to find a new home for them. Always the man was spoken of in strange looks and hushed whispers until the boy pulled into sight and then it was always guilty looks of pity. He never understood it until the day his mother collapsed in the middle of prayers.

Jeshra was not coming back. He had never left with the intention of bringing back good things to his people and his family because he had no intention of calling them his ever again. The man had left to the stars to make his life anew far from wife and son, all but damning Torna to a life of suffering as she remained tied to Jeshra and unable to ever free herself. His ever indiscretion and crime against their bond severed to only break her more and more with each passing day. The day he fell in love all but gave her a stroke. Nearly every day after that resulted in mild to severe seizures.

More recently it finally came to a head. Torna had been sitting talking with Cairo, her voice and body far to frail for a woman who had once looked so youthful only twenty years earlier, suddenly sighed deeply, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered one last phrase. "So it is done at last." Not a single word has been spoken by her since and the tears have long since stopped flowing. From others Cairo was finally able to piece together the last bits of the truth. Jeshra had died, an act that should have brought Torna with him had they still remained with a healthy Connection intact. With it so fractured and frayed though he had cursed his former mate to be doomed to suffer on to her own end without him for however long that may be.

Today, Cairo does his best to support them both. His days are filled dealing with thankless customers followed by long nights of routine, bathing, feeding, and dressing his mother for bed. He talks to her gently, telling her stories and the good things of his day as few and far between as they may be in the mess of assholes he normally deals with. She is his everything though and he worries greatly over the day he comes home or wakes up to find her gone and himself well and truly alone.

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She had found somewhere to simply sit and be in the aftermath of Sashi Enu's wake. The young woman's words had cut deeper than she would ever know, leaving Blu feeling raw and off-kilter. She could not bring herself to return to Galahad yet. She could not put on that glowing, cheerful face and be his bluebird of happiness right then. The Pilot just needed a moment to breathe and find her ground again.

For a doctor, she had always despised working in or being at DoSaM. She hated how soft the doctors seemed, untrained and unable to keep up with the demands of a battlefield. Her own years serving as a combat medic had driven her to seek and need the adrenaline rush of the faster-paced, reckless life. Lobbying for the Angels, while a noble and necessary cause had been about more than that for Blu Moon. She had a point to prove and she wasn't about to let anyone stand in her way of that, not even Sashi Enu, a doctor Blu had reviewed and passed over for her lack of combat experience.

The woman sighed tiredly, scrubbing at her face with her burnt hand, her healing but still fractured one resting across her lap as she did so. In that moment she would have killed for a glass of wine and an old jukebox full of twangy Solartan tunes to match her mood. Perhaps when she went home she could set the stereo system up finally like she had been promising herself to do for months now.

Wallowing would get her nowhere quick though. Blu knew she was a xenophobic creature of habit. Hearing someone else point it though left a sour taste in her mouth. Hatred was easy to deal with but disappointment actually made her feel ashamed.

Blu never considered herself a good person or even a humble one. She knew how fallible she was as a human, a fact that had never bothered her in the past as she fought to do what she felt was the right thing. During the war she had defied direct orders to save lives. She had overcome a great deal of her own personal hangups to keep good men and women alive and back into the fray. She had lost the ones she had loved the most to do it too.

To come home a war hero had meant nothing to her as her life crashed down around her. But, to have a young woman who reminded Blu so much of herself at that age, tell her how disgusted and disappointed she was in her, crushed Blu faster than a bumpkin with an empty beer can.

Gritting her teeth, the Pilot shook her head, casting aside thoughts and memories best to be addressed int he privacy of her own four walls. The last thing she needed right then was to be put under psych evaluation because she had gone and had a mental breakdown in DoSaM over some little kitten with claws.

Her gaze drifted then, back in the real world as it fell upon a young man's back as he worked on a patient to insert an IV line in the room across from where she was sitting. Blu's head tilted slightly to the side as she watched his movements and control that spoke of textbook knowledge and nothing more. He was rigid, yet confident and sure. She could admire that about him. There were some things though textbooks just couldn't teach you.

She moved quietly to lean in the doorway for a few moments before finally speaking up to stop him. Her voice was soft and gentle so as to not startle him too badly. "You'll blow the vein if you continue to insert it like that. Your technique and angle are correct but you're struggling with flashback after advancing the cannula, correct? Allow the patient to dangle his arm to increase bloodflow thereby reducing the vasoconstriction. Go on," she beckoned with a nod of her head back to the patient, "try again." Blu did not expect for a second that she would be disobeyed or defied as she refocused her blue eyes back on where the magic was currently underway.

Visiting with Galahad had been exhausting to say the least, though it definitely had been good to see and touch her old friend. So much time had passed and changed them and yet holding his hand in her own and getting to embrace him close albeit gently had nearly torn her heart to pieces all over again. With Yavul her memories had been of a much more distant past filled with laughter. But, with her dear "Darn It" there was so much more. There were their ATC days but also the war. There was Darrin and Antoine. There were promises of things that never did come to pass and seeing him laying there full of metal and tubes had brought it all so close to the forefront of her mind. Life was fleeting and they were all so very mortal.

With him asleep again, Blu found herself drowning in her own sullen thoughts when Galahad's physician dropped in again to check on his vitals. It was not that Blu faulted the woman. On the contrary it was a relief to see the Pilot in such good care. It was just the icicle daggers that the other woman was insistent on staring into Blu's head that set the Pilot Royal on edge. She did not understand what she had done to deserve Sashi's animosity but it certainly was getting old, fast.

While the younger Pilot exited the room again, blue eyes following her out, the woman that owned them was coming to a decision. For a moment she sat in that uncomfortable waiting room chair before pushing herself out of it with a tired and frustrated grunt. She was much better than she had been after the blast but was still recovering, not that she would let that slow her down.

Long legs carried her out into the hall and after the small woman. "Pilot Enu," Blu called out, coming up behind her. "A moment please?" The look she received as Sashi turned could have frozen even the warmest of hot springs though it did nothing to deter Blu. "Just what the hell is your problem with me? I ain't done nothing to you."

She was the kind of person that lived on impulse, flitting from one feelgood thing to the next without ever really stopping to think of possible consequences. Inviting Seth over had been one of those such impulses. So had been wearing a thin, mock turtleneck tank-top beneath her leather jacket and nothing else to protect her from the biting cold. Oh yes, Kielen was really good at making those impulse decisions. Hopefully she was only going to have to regret one of those as she waited impatiently for her new friend's rail to pull into the station.

The Pilot tugged her jacket closer across her front as she crossed her arms over her chest and checked her com again to see the time. On the ground at her feet were several grocery bags filled with all the ingredients she would need to treat Seth to something truly special. Poor thing had said he was not fond of chocolate and Kielen just could not let that be. Chocolate was part of life's crucial three C's: Chocolate, Coffee, and Cock. One could not survive without all three of them.

Clearly Seth's life was not complete without chocolate but, she was going to rectify that right quick though. Kielen had an old family recipe up her sleeve meant to make him change his tune and start singing her praises at the first taste of that sinful spicy, bittersweet goodness. I she played her cards right maybe she would get the other two C's out of him as well, not that that had been her original intention when she had invited him over. Kielen never thought that far ahead in her personal life. What would happen, would happen and she was just along for the ride.

The blare of the train pulling in was a welcome relief. She pushed off the wall she had been leaning against and began to gather up the groceries with one hand while the other scrolled through the chat messages. Wiggling life back into her frozen toes, Kielen straightened just in time to see Seth hop off the rail aaaand walk the wrong direction. She giggled softly to herself as she rushed to sneak up behind him.

"Behind you, goofball," she texted quickly before popping the com into her pocket as he spun to face her with a shrill squeal of surprise. Her face lit up in a bright smile moments before she was sinking her free hand into that dark mane of hair and yanking him close into a long, passionate kiss. She nibbled teasingly at his lip, allowing her tongue to follow to soothe the hurt she left behind as she tried to steal his breath away.

"Welcome home, twinsie," she cooed when they finally broke apart and she was able to stand straight again. The looks the pair got only made her laugh more at the mischief she had gotten up to. "Now help me carry the groceries home before I turn into a popsicle, Sweet Thang. I'm freezing!"

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Name Jain Dau
Alias Nemo, Mouse-girl, Whispers, Whatever fake existences given while undercover
Age 27
DOB August 23rd
Gender Female
Sexuality Pansexual but very demiromantic
Species Human
Ethnicity Thanati
Height 5'4"
Occupation Pilot Echo; Seeker, "Shadowman"
Residence Aedolis


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Physical Description

The best way to describe Jain is as an average Plain Jane. Copper skin, brown eyes, dark hair kept buzzcut close to her scalp, Jain really isn't memorable even without her psionic abilities. She's the type of woman you expect to walk by delivering mail without anyone giving her a second glance but when asked they couldn't tell you what she looked like beyond existing.

Jain is a medium height and build. She is neither weak nor incredibly strong. There are no finely toned looking muscles to show off nor is she extra curvy with lots of squish. Her skin is unblemished as all the identifying makers such as freckles or birthmarks were all removed long ago to better make her blend in on missions.

Due to her job, Jain rarely wears her Pilot uniform unless attending official matters. So for clothes, she tends to wear whatever is in style but not flashy or ostentatious. She does not wear any jewelry or accessories though. Nor does she have any piercings or tattoos.

Personality

Jain is a quiet, unassuming woman. She tends to keep to herself and keep her head down about things. That being said she is a masterful observer. Perhaps it is because she is the girl who is easily forgotten and overlooked in the crowd or perhaps it is because she is just that good but she catches even the smallest details and always remembers them.

She is good at keeping a poker face and rolling with the punches whatever comes her way. Jain thinks quickly on her feet though she usually reserves commenting on something until she's come up with the perfect zinger to shut someone up. She really doesn't like people who are unnecessarily cruel or violent. While she despises confrontation, she is the type that will bide her time and wait until she finds the perfect time to strike.

Jain is also a secret nurturer. She likes caring for people and doing the little things that would make them happy though usually this is all done at random or in secret. She is not fond of the recognition that usually comes with doing good deeds. She much prefers to be anonymous as an act of kindness needs no hero just someone willing to make the extra effort.

Her greatest fear in life is being forgotten or left behind by others. She has sacrificed a great deal for her career and her place in life. All of that begins to add up and build to the point where it either makes you stronger or it crushes you. For now she's keeping afloat but she has no idea what she'll do when the day comes that she is completely and forever alone.

Things

• Surprisingly really optimistic about life. Always is looking for the brightside and will try to find thre good things that happen each day to hold onto.
• Suffers from anxiety, loneliness, and a fear of being left behind and forgotten.
• Known as Fish-Killer and really hates that name.
• Is a secret, surprise gifter. Jain likes to make people's days brighter when they least expect it. This is not limited to people she knows. Strangers deserve love too.
• Abstains from vices such as drinking, drugs, and sex outside of work because she doesn't like the sense of loss of control that she has in many of the things she does with work. Thanks to her good friend Ren she's been introduced to the benefits of drugs and how relaxing they can be in the right amounts. It certainly has been helping with her anxiety of returning from missions.

Magic/Abilities

Eidetic memory: Not so much a magical ability so much as a talent, Jain possesses the ability to retain large amounts of information after only a short amount of exposure. She makes a point to remember even the smallest details and could easily recreate them in her mind's eye to share with someone else or verbalize them aloud when prompted to.

Telepathy: Jain is a very, very strong telepath. Her mind is a steel trap able to form heavy walls of protection against mental and psionic torture, a useful skill should she ever get caught while on a mission. She is able to clearly and strongly telepathically communicate when necessary at specified checkpoints with her dragon and superiors, allowing for all communications to be kept hidden and untraceable.

Mnemokinesis: A branch of telepathy that allows Jain to affect the memories of herself and others. Jain can affect the memories of those around her without coming into physical contact though she must be within sight-line of them. She has a cybernetic implant at the base of her skull that allows this to not only be monitored but also certain branching sub-abilities to be shut off by her superiors.

Memory Erasure: Erase memories from herself or others.

• Amnesia: Selectively erase any unwanted memories.
  Jain has used this ability in a bind when a mission has failed or come close to falling apart. This ability is heavily monitored and controlled by her chip. In the field she is given control over it with discretion though she is expected to use it only in an emergency. There is a slew of paperwork she has to feel out afterwards as well as submitting to examination to ensure what she did was justified. Depending also on the nature of her mission she has also been made to use it against herself either to protect herself while undercover from being discovered or to keep things she's done from herself (see Traumatize).
• Manual Reset: Dump all previous memories so that one may start fresh.
  She uses this ability to slip between identities. Jain is unable to use this ability without proper clearance first and her implanted chip's restrictions being lifted. The chip provides a fail-safe that is able to download the memories that she deletes for two purposes. One is so that when her mission is over she can return to being herself again but the second and primary reason is so that her memories can be monitored and sifted through by her handlers. Most of her missions are information gathering though so this is only used when she is expected to be in the field for long periods of time and interacting with informants or suspects.
• Psychic Disguise: Remove herself from the memories of others.
  This is Jain's most used ability. It allows her to walk through a crowd without being noticed or seen. Anyone that does easily forgets as if she had a "notice-me-not" bubble around her. She uses this ability so often and so naturally that she actually has to concentrate on not using it instead of the other way around.

Memory Implantation: Implant memories into the minds of others, which could either be pre-existing memories from someone else, or false memories created by the user.

• Paramnesia: Distort or erase the memories of herself or others, so that one can believe fantasies or lies without giving off cerebral implications of deception.
  Another one of Jain's highly monitored abilities that her chip keeps special tabs on. She does have the discretion to use this as needed in the field and has been at times gone in with the intention of using it as her mission directs. A lot of paperwork follows the use of it though due to how dangerous and easy it can be to hide changes she has made.
• Presence Insertion: Place oneself in memories of the target (and act as a loved one or old friend).
  On deep, long-term undercover missions, Jain has used this ability to better integrate herself into a group so that she can get closer and get the necessary information to get back out again. She is very careful to not make herself too integral a part of someone's memories as it provides complications. Becoming someone's girlfriend and then having none of their friends know or remember you creates a massive web of issues that spirals faster and faster out of control.
• Traumatize: Implant twisted memories within others to drive them into insanity.
  Her weakest sub-ability of her mnemokinesis. Jain lacks the creative cruelness to create such memories. If she is expected to use this ability, her superiors traditionally give her the memories she is expected to implant. She will perform this duty with the same attention to detail and care as all things she does as a Seeker though this one probably affects and upsets her the most once she is herself again provided those memories haven't been taken from her.

Relationships

Family: [REDACTED]

Cabal Vindstrom: The best friend and coworker that has always had her back even if it's been a whole bucket full of tough love. Somewhere along the way though and she couldn't tell you when or why or how, Jain fell in love with him. She's never admitted it but her heart unequivocally belongs to him.

Jesse River: Jain's other dear friend and coworker. He makes her laugh and lighten up despite their ups and downs. Without Cabal and Jesse she wouldn't know what to do with her life. They're her lifelines in a sea of forgetting people. DECEASED

Erenys Dei: A new friend that is quickly becoming very near and dear to her heart. Their first meeting was on the very heels of her finding out of Jesse's demise but Ren has been nothing but kind and sweet to her.

Rasa: Jain's dragon that keeps her on a very tight leash. Even when undercover or perhaps especially then, Rasa is monitoring the link between the two of them. He is a medium-sized dragon with a very slim and serpentine build as opposed to many of his bulkier cousins. He has two sets of wings though the second set are metal.

Ponyo I-XIII: Jain's former feeder fish may their souls rest in the great stream.

Mitra and Amice: Bequeathed to her in Jesse's will.

History

Jain has a family though they do not remember she ever existed. She has since removed the memories of her from them to make work and her absences easier on them. While she does try to forget them and leave them to their own lives, every so often Jain does find herself on their street watching them from a distance just to see that they are still happy and okay.

She joined Candidacy quite late in comparison to her peers because her abilities made it rather difficult to pick up on what she was capable of doing. It was actually a Pilot that would visit her family's grocery store that finally caught onto what was going on after having experienced several déjà vu moments of knowing the Dau's had a daughter and then temporarily forgetting and having to remember it every time he left and returned as if waking from a fog.

At 19, Jain started her training where she neither excelled spectacularly nor failed miserably. Like so many other things in her life, she was average. She made it by with ups and downs. Stages 1 and 2 proved to be simple enough though Stages 3 and 4 were much more trying. Working in groups meant heavy amounts of concentration to be remembered and recognized. Following commands was simple enough but leading a group was practically impossible for her.

Jain graduated recently at 24 and has been working as a Seeker ever since.

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Name Micah Banks
Age 49
DOB November 9th
Gender Female
Sexuality Hypermonagamous Pansexual
Species Mutated Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 5'6"
Occupation Pilot Nobel; Paralegal
Residence The Citadel, Haviah, Aedolis


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Physical Description

Micah has warm mocha-colored skin and dark tightly-coiled locks of hair that when dry bounce along her jaw line. Her hair is usually pulled back into a tight bun though the occasional curl has been known to escape and bounce across her forehead. She has an oval-shaped face, broad nose, and plump lips. Her canines are also slightly sharper than the average humans and her nails tend to grow rather quickly, making keeping them short and neat quite the task. Micah's eyes are a piercing amber that become a brighter, glowing yellow, the angrier she is. Despite her age and her neutrally serious expression, she actually looks like a woman in her early 30s rather than close to 50.

Her figure is very slender and often clothed in pantsuits and other conservative professional-wear. Altogether it gives off the false illusion that she is possibly a delicate woman when that could not be further from the truth. On the rare off-chance you manage to get Micah out of her clothes or catch her working out you would see lean and well defined muscles without a hint of fluff. Her combat days may be over but she's not about to let herself go soft.

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Personality

Micah is the ultimate planner. She is Type A to a T and does not handle deviations from her timetables and schedules well at all. Even her built-in buffer times have buffers. Every little thing about her is precise and controlled. She likes to keep her life neat, orderly, and by the book.

Being not entirely human though has in the past made that difficult. She has learned to accept what she is and live with it by following a very specific set of routines. An active body and an orderly mind make for a healthy lifestyle without the beast inside running too far out of control.

That being said, while very serious and seemingly reserved, Micah is also very loving and affectionate. Those that are close to her are always sure to receive a kind word or unexpected pick me up when they seem to be needing it the most. She is observant and astute, a trait that has gotten her far in work and life.

Her trust is hard earned but comes with unwavering loyalty. She believes in black and white right and wrong. Micah also does not tolerate liars in her life. While she is not a cruel or hateful person, the fastest way to earn her disdain is to be dishonest. Everyone makes mistakes but never try to lie about them around her, she'll know and she doesn't appreciate it.

Magic/Abilities

Mutated Lycanthropy: Micah has a mutated form of lycanthropy that she was born with. It has skipped generations in her family so the last person to have it is her great-great grandfather who is still alive today. While her family is generally long-lived thanks to their good genes, Micah has additional side effects. All of her senses are heightened though there are times when this is more prominent than others.

Her womanly cycle and more lycanthrope abilities cycle as one every 2-4 months. Depending on how often she has her cycle it can last from three days to two weeks at a time. The more often she has it, the shorter it is. During this period of time, Micah's senses are at their prime. She becomes stronger and faster as well as hungrier. Both her sexual and physical appetites increase. Years of control and practice has allowed her to keep from embarrassing herself and jumping the first thing she sees, but it is highly recommended to avoid irritating her during this time. You might just get bit.

Telepathy: Micah is normally a strong telepath, able to easily pick up on the surface thoughts of others even from another room. During her time of month though this only becomes stronger as she can hear on a larger radius as well as project back across it. She has had to learn to shield against it all so that it does not driver her insane with all the noise. It is yet another reason she can become grumpy during her time of month.

Telekinesis: She does possess a rather weak form of telekinesis. She struggles with using it and cannot lift more than she is physically capable of and even then only for a few moments. During her cycle as she becomes stronger so does her telekinesis. On a wolf day she has a sub-average level of telekinesis.

Lie detection: Due to her lycanthrope mutations, Micah's heightened senses allow her to better read when someone is lying. She can pick up changes in breathing and heart rate if she listens carefully. She can also smell things such as fear and is very observant towards changes in body language such as pupil dilation. Her ability however is not foolproof. If someone truly believes what they are saying, if they are really good at lying, or if they have something such as a cybernetic heart or pacemaker then she wouldn't necessarily be able to tell the truth. It is still highly recommended that you be honest with her. The last thing you need is a growling "wolf" in your face if you pick the wrong time of the month.

Relationships

Deborah Banks: Her mother, a very loving and down to earth woman who raised her children to be strong people inside and out. She is a massive nurturer to the point of possibly smothering her children with her love. Micah adores her mama but tries to limit the frequency of home visits to keep from being sucked into her mother's nesting habits.

Hirah Banks: Her father, now deceased. He died of a heart attack when she was still a child. She remembers him as a kind and very hardworking man.

Judah: Micah's middle brother, now deceased. KIA during the war. They were much closer than Micah and Elijah. Micah misses him but has moved on past his death. Judah was always a ballsy bastard and she truly believes he went as he would have wanted to.

Elijah Banks: Micah's youngest brother. They get along well enough given they are several years apart and siblings. He runs the family business. Most of their conversations revolve around Chloe and how she is doing.

Chloe Banks: Elijah's 14 year old daughter and Micah's niece. Micah is Chloe's role model and he two are close. Micah does her best to take Chloe out when she can find the time.

Isaac Banks: Micah's great-great-grandfather who is also affected by their lycanthrope genes. He is a spry man and has been Mcah's greatest champion and confidant in all things in life. She loves him and will always go to him first when there's a problem.

Lex: A very old and reserved dragon. Lex is a wealth of knowledge though he is not very forthcoming with it. He has a massive body with a metal tail and left hind leg. His lower jaw is also metal plated and he is missing his left eye.

History

The Banks family is a very old family descended from some of the original old world knights and nobles of Adela. Today they have a considerable amount of financial wealth though much of it is now put towards charity causes. They own a company that deals in financials which Hirah ran when Micah was a child and Elijah has since taken over. They are a humble and hardworking despite their generous lifestyle. Micah grew up very happy and we-loved. After her father's death, her mother completely stepped up and raised the entire family while also making shrewd business decisions to ensure their family would continue to thrive. Isaac stepped in and became the father figure the three children required in those early days.

While Micah's lycanthrope tendencies were recognized from an early age she went relatively undetected as psionic until she was 16. Another Pilot picked up on her telepathy when she picked up on his surface thoughts without realizing he had not spoken aloud. She was taken for testing and soon after off to ATC for Candidacy. She was far from the best Candidate ATC ever turned out but she wasn't terrible either.

During the war she served as a general CO doing stealth and night runs to sabotage enemy supplies. During one of the runs things ran amuck and they fell under fire by the Edani. Micah nearly lost her eye to a fellow mutated human that left behind four deep scars that she still carries today. There were other injuries but that is the most noticeable today.

At the ceasefire she returned home and gladly took up a desk job in the ministry working as a paralegal. She still is doing that and has really found her niche. She does hope to be promoted to a lawyer position one day but for now she is happy with what she does.

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Name Sienna
Alias GunnerGurl; Red
Age
DOB ARIES
Gender Female
Species Mutated Human/?
Ethnicity Teinaran
Height 5'
Occupation Hired Gun; Former Motorrail Racer
Residence SPAAAAAACE

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ORANGE, octopus and masks tattoos, scales down spine

Personality

Cocky, sexual, antagonistic, braggart

Magic/Abilities

Exceptionally Fast reflexes
weapon proficiency
sureshot
queen of body language

Relationships

Father: RAINBOW SNEK MAN 8D

Mother: Teinaran someone *shrugs*

Erithaca: Half-sister (what a prude bitch)

History



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Name Zen
Alias River Runs Wide (Blog), River, Starseed, Lemuria
Age ?
DOB ?
Gender Accepts any pronouns
Sexuality Currently no interest whatsoever in sex or people thank you very much
Romanticism Hypermonogamous panromantic
Species Starstrider, House Horizon
Ethnicity Unknown
Height 6'4"
Occupation Internet Fortune Teller
Residence Cancer Station


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Physical Description

That's the big question, isn't it?

Their wardrobe consists of fun, graphic t-shirts, warm hoodies with extra deep hoods, and ripped, well-loved jeans usually covered in paint splotches and fingerprints. They have several tattoos including their left arm which has a full sleeve of crashing water, jumping koi fish, and several lotus flowers interspersed. The fingers of the left hand also say "River Runs Wide" in very faded ink. The inside palm of their left hand by their thumb has a colorful stained glass turtle tattoo. Their right hand has several different geometric glyphs along each knuckle each with a different meaning. These symbols are also faded. A series of symbols go down their spine each with a different spiritual meaning. The back of their right hand also has a geometric vector circle. The back of their neck has another lotus tattoo. [MORE TATTOOS TO BE LISTED AS I AM "TOLD" THEM]

For jewelry they have a lip ring on the left side, a small stud in the crease of their left nostril, and a third eye piercing. They also have several earrings in both ears. [MORE?] Their fingers are also decorated with several rings and knuckle rings. It is also not uncommon for them to wear a prism with various stones in it depending on their mood. Also owns a pair of goggles with a "third eye" that he loves to wear on his head all the time.

Personality

Zen isn't sure anymore what is the internet persona and what is real anymore. There are just so many faces to them now, perhaps they are all of them and perhaps they are none of them.

Business is clinical. They don't like to get too wrapped up in the readings they are expected to do for fear of getting attached to the people they are providing a service for. Sometimes they get a sense of something from their intuition about people but they try not to interfere beyond what is asked of them. "Starseed" as they go by at work is known for in-depth answers and explanations and a calm aura.

Online is where the fun begins. As a blogger mostly known as "River" for short, they are light and playful in attitude. A compassionate sort of person that likes to give friendly advice and always comes off as chipper and laughing. In chatrooms, they are outgoing, quirky, and eager to greet and please. They don't like conflict and "Lemuria" will often jump in to try and soothe tensions. Work and play are never mentioned across username streams. Zen tries to be as anonymous as possible in a technology drive universe. They are genderless, nameless, and pictureless. Separate email accounts exist for each new personal they feel they need to create for each new purpose and there is as little crossover as physically possible.

In person, Zen is quiet, reserved, and even anxious among crowds. They are reclusive and introverted, enjoying the peace of being alone and safe. As far as their neighbors know, they don't even exist outside of soft footsteps across creaking floorboards.

Things

• Artist: Loves to paint galaxies, nebulas, anything of the cosmos. Watercolors or acrylics are the preferred medium but also does a lot of digital work.
• Blogger: Runs a blog about celestial changes and how they'll affect people's days.
• Smoker: Dandylion is good when you can get it but nicotine is still where it's at.
• Media Junkie: Absolutely adores books and movies that are romances with rugged space cowboys or psychological thrillers full of boogeymen. Bonus points if they have both. Also secretly enamored with the language of flowers and tries to collect as many resources on it when they can.
• Agoraphobic: They never leave their home. Everything from food to supplies are ordered via the net and mailed or delivered in. They can't even remember the last time they tried to leave their home, nor do they have any intention of trying.
• "Clean life:" Meditates and does yoga to screamo music. Tried the vegetarian lifestyle several times but how the hell are you supposed to manage that with a limited salary on a space station? Insists will try again but loves greasy burgers too much to probably succeed.

Magic/Abilities

"Good Luck:" They don't really know what else to call it. Zen just knows things. Good things just happen when they're needed most. It helps with business and it helps with life. They've never once been wrong in following that niggling sensation at the back of their mind, that gut-punch that something is wrong. They try not to use their gift often for fear of abusing it and losing it.

Clairvoyance?: Zen believes in the spiritual. Crystals, stars, numerology, cards, they use it all for work and more. Maybe it's the simplicity of the questions or maybe they really are more than a hoax but there is enough accuracy in their readings to make a living off it. They claim that timing is not their strong suit though so if you want to know when that perfect love of your life they just described is coming into your life...good luck...the answer is probably "soon."

Relationships

Clients: They have a few regulars that they are "on-call" for to do life-coaching and readings for. Not like there is much else to do.

The Internet: They like to make friends and talk to people online, even going so far at times to use different usernames and personalities for each one. Here are their friends, their family, all they feel they ever need to exist and keep from going insane.

Keha: Turtle animal spirit guide that Zen talks to and meditates on.

Nebula: Their young "teenage" son who they have kept safe and sheltered from the cruel world that harmed and frightened Zen so terribly.

Resonance: They know they're out there. Zen hasn't met them but felt them close once. One day maybe they'll be brave enough to go looking for them. They certainly feel the pull to.

History

Zen was born on a freighter ship or so they've been told. They were raised as an orphan by an older couple that took pity on them. Growing up things were tough but life was still good. Zen was happy. They had good friends, a good life. They were an artist, outgoing and a social butterfly always looking for the next outing to rock the station to its core.

Over time though something changed. Zen began to retreat. Bit by bit anxiety overwhelmed them to the point that they were cancelling plans, then not bothering to cancel, then not making them at all. They retreated into the online world, using the knowledge their "parents" had given them about the mystic and whimsical to start making a living. Their art was put away for a long time and now is only made for the most part to fill a room and be locked away.

They've lost all contact with their old friends and no one knows what started it. Even online Zen will never admit they have a problem or even the possibility that perhaps something happened. Life goes on and to the internet they are chipper Lemuria or River or Starseed. Only in the stillness are they tired and broken Zen, lonely yet safe.

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Name Ailen Belal
Alias Ruiner of Everything
Age 15
DOB March 15th
Gender Male
Sexuality I'm not convinced that he realises that's even a thing yet.
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 4'8" Hopefully still growing? o.O
Occupation Candidate
Residence ATC
Voiceclaim Freddie Highmore (2005) (His voice will hopefully deepen provided he ever hits puberty)



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He has pure white hair with dark, black roots that is kept short on the sides and a bit longer on the top, causing it to always stick up. When he was a baby his hair was black but as time has gone on it has started to fade and grow in more and more white. Now only his roots are black, though he suspects when he is older he will have strictly white hair. Grey eyes are shielded from the world by large, thick, dark-rimmed spectacles that always seem to be slipping down his thin nose. Ailen has a chubby-cheeked boyish face, having still not quite hit puberty yet. He is short, pale-skinned, and rail-thin. Ailen definitely looks like a strong wind would just knock him clean off his feet and into the atmosphere.

Personality

Ailen is a very shy, although sweet young man. He has a big heart and only wants to help his fellow man. He gets nervous around others in person and often will stutter and blush when flustered. One would expect him to be an empath with the way he treats and handles others, always very compassionate and intuitive while looking for something to cheer someone up. He is creative and detail-orientated. He loves to collect random little facts that he tends to spout off at random intervals to try and join in on conversations.

It therefore comes to no surprise that he is also a rather awkward little dork. He is passionate about learning and doesn't always have the self-awareness to realise that those fun facts he's spouting are not exactly what everyone wants to hear. ("We're essentially walking spaceships for bacteria isn't that so cool! What do you mean stop talking?") He also seems to be impervious to people talking shit about him in that he has no idea he's being made fun of. (He would be absolutely heartbroken though if he figured it out).

Things

• Allergic to shellfish.
• Has a giant sweet tooth for gooey cakes and pies.
• Really likes to cook and trying to invent new recipes. Said recipes are sometimes questionable for consumption though.
• Almost completely blind without his glasses.
• His prized possession from home that he brought to ATC is his childhood plushie. He is quite shy about that and is afraid of being made fun of Mister Straw Mushroom. He also has no idea what it really is NSFW
• Absolutely terrible at video games (King of Find The Glitch).
• Would give both legs and an arm for the opportunity to own an original and complete hardcopy encyclopedia set.
• Draws a lot in his spare time but often throws doodles and sketches away without thought. He does a lot of candid sketches of people around him.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: Ailen is a moderate-strong telepath. He can hear and communicate with others when he needs to. He is able to shield his thoughts well enough and block out the thoughts of others. He has never had to keep someone forcefully out yet nor has he ever tried to break into someone else's mind.

Dream-Walker: As an offshoot of his telepathy, Ailen possesses the ability to enter someone's dreams. While he does not need to be in physical contact with the person both he and that person must be asleep. He currently lacks the control to manipulate dreams though it is believed he will one day be able to reach this potential in order to dive into someone's deeper subconscious and psyche. Ailen has on occasion been able to enter someone's dreams while he himself was awake but in a more meditative state. It has not thus far worked in the other direction though.

Relationships
 
Burkhard "Buck" Nekkede: Ailen's mentor during Candidacy and a fellow Dream-Walker. He cares very deeply about Ailen's progress and has been very encouraging to the young boy. Ailen still doesn't like how the other man seems to always be able to read him so clearly and intuitively though.

History

*Deadpan stare jazz hands*

Born and raised in Samariel by his military momma, Ailen spent a lot of his younger years in and out of the hospital due to a weak immune system brought on by being born extremely prematurely. He never knew his dad and spent a lot of his time being self-sufficient on his own. His life was regimented by happy. To this day he makes sure to follow the things his momma taught him too; always wear clean underwear, fold your laundry, brush your teeth, and eat three health meals a day. He hopes to do her proud by becoming a Pilot so that he can take better care of her once she's older and needing to retire.

Stage 1: 14-14.5
Stage 2: 14.5-
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