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Sephnia Neifate
"Why limit yourself...?"


From the personal notebook of Daniel Newbridge, aide to Director Sephnia Neifate:
"Ms. Neifate accidentally killed another one. Well, actually, he accidentally killed himself. Psychic subject 7NEI498TN, Thandius Newton, was injected with some of that new weaponized serum we've been testing for a while, codenamed "Downgrade". It wasn't the first time he'd been through this, but apparently he'd had enough and went nuts (or, that might even be a side effect of Downgrade, which I'm give a report to Ms. Neifate on in a few days. Remember that!). Thandius started thrashing about on the table, frothing at the mouth like a madman, and eventually broke lose of his bonds. He was babbling something in an unpleasantly loud tone of voice, but it was mostly incoherent (possible complete loss of mental control, perhaps). He actually threw a punch at Ms. Neifate, but it was pretty ineffective; not to mention she did her (admittedly creepy, though not detracting from her usually beautiful appearance) nanomachine... thing where she kinda morphed out of the way. Eventually, he expired on his own after a couple minutes, and we disposed of the body. Back to the drawing board, as they say.
"After the morning's disappointing loss, we went to lunch on Main. Or, really, I went to lunch and Ms. Neifate watched me eat after she attended to her five minutes of 'recharging', as usual. We had a wonderful chat today too: She told of ancient times and places long past, and of the many wonders and fantastic people they held. I must say, when Ms. Neifate gets going, she's quite the talker, though I don't mind. I always love to listen to her voice, as well as the many things she has to share. She's a great person, an excellent researcher, if only a little eccentric, truly dedicated to furthering the cause of science and knowledge in general. A dying breed, like myself, Ms. Neifate is a true scientist, her thirst for knowledge unskewed by the harsh realities and politics of the worlds.
"When I finished lunch, we went to Wing Alpha for an escapade with our favorite Mage subject, 3NEI220BT, Baenra Thurgood. Aside from some thrilling dialogue between us and our clueless but witty Mage, it was mostly routine today, nothing outstanding. But, like always, Ms. Neifate's genuine enthusiasm was hardly diminished. That's what makes her so incredible: Ms. Neifate's passion and curiousity are nigh unshakeable, and she is always motivated with a good attitude and ready to learn, generally pleasant to be around. And her heartfelt drive is very contagious, as I can attest. I've never felt so good about my work before Ms. Neifate came on board."
-- Daniel Newbridge, TRIM Scientist


Race - Once a Vexian Dark Elf, now a Nanomachine Swarm
Gender - Technically genderless now, but Sephnia retained her femininity
Motivation and Goals - Gaining more raw knowledge. Writing her book of personal experiences, knowledge, and beliefs, "The Neifatium". Learning the secrets of death.
Current Occupation - Director of the Thanatos Research Institute of Metaphysics
Armaments - Necromancy. Syringes filled with a variety of 'nasty stuff'.
Most Notable Ability - Her innate curiousity in every little thing she encounters
Appearance - Sephnia appears to be a female Vexian Dark Elf. She is short with dark blue skin, long white hair (which is blonding slightly) down to the bottom of her shoulder blades with two prominent bangs on either side of her face, elven ears, and dark green eyes. She wears a white lab coat over a pantsuit that  is so dark red it appears to be black from a short distance away.
Brief Biography - Sephnia Neifate was a citizen of Necromantia five thousand years ago. Despite the natural longevity of her race, and driven by her insatiable thirst for knowledge, Sephnia used her skills in Necromancy to help extend her life so that she might continue her studies. Though the dark magics kept her alive for a time, she found that their powers waned after a prolonged period, prompting her to find other ways to battle her mortality. After the destruction of Necromantia and Thanatos, its eventual rebirth of sorts as the company Thanatos Inc., and with many exciting new technologies coming to pass as time went on, Sephnia turned to science and research then. After many, many years of work and study as a scientist and researcher in Thanatos Inc. and in her own personal time, she finally discovered a daring new gambit for immortality. Fusing the potential of both Necromancy and Nanotechnology, Sephnia stumbled onto a method of transmuting flesh, indeed any kind of organic cells, into nanomachines capable of self-sustaining and repairing technologies, combinations of organic matter, dark magic, and nanomachinery that were even able to mimic the characteristics of the cells they were created from. Sephnia used this transmuting process on herself, transforming herself into a cyborg of sorts, a literal swarm of nanomachines that are clustered together and appear humanoid on the outside. If one were to lean in close enough to Sephnia, they would hear the nearly inaudible buzzing, beeping, clicking, and countless other noises of the nanomachine swarm.
Thoroughly satisfied that her life is sustained for however much longer her current form will provide her, Sephnia Neifate now works as the Director of TRIM, always early to work and late to leave and eager for more knowledge each and every day.

[Anonymous]

Paladros
"Only I can make your darkest dreams manifest."


From a tattered piece of parchment, smuggled out of Paladros' estate in The Depths:
"I... know Paladros better than any poor soul that he may have touched. You know this too... you know that it was I who carried his seed, who bore our daughter, because of my desperation for a child. That is why you want me to help, isn't it? That is why you have promised me all of these wonderful things... life, peace, freedom from this eternal cage. I already made one deal with a devil and it cost me... but you know that I have no other choice, save stagnating in this horrible cell forever. That's the way you people, you... demons are, isn't it?
"He talks to me, tells me many things. Terrible things that I wish not to know. He tells me often of the sick and twisted fantasies that he helps others like myself fulfill in detail, and of the incredible rush of satisfaction that he gets everytime. But he also tells me other things, things that you and your fellows want to know... like the reason he gave up his title as the Lord of Dark Fantasies. He... he has is own planet now -- he calls it Plaetea -- that was given to him by some Greater Powers in exchange for the title. He said that it is not finished being formed yet, and that he needs to accomplish a few things for these Greater Powers for it to be so. I'm sorry, but he wouldn't say what exactly it was that he needed to do. But he did mention some names, um, some people that were going to help him... Tartarus, Melavie, and Detris, I think.
"This is dangerous, to communicate like this. How much more information do you need before you break me free from here? If you wait too long, Paladros will eventually find out... and I do not know what he will do to me then. Please... this letter must surely be enough. I beg of you, all I wish is to see my daughter Demi again, to hold her, to set her free from Paladros' insurmountable evil. Please... free me..."
-- Heather Gardner, trapped in a cage in Paladros' estate for all eternity


Race - Overdemon Lord
Gender - Male
Motivation and Goals - Founding and populating his new planet, Plaetea. Looking after his daughter, Demi.
Current Occupation - Becoming Overlord of Plaetea / Spoiling Demi with everything she could want
Armaments - Dreadfell (Greatsword), Aphex's Cross (Two-handed mace), Plasma Pistol
Most Notable Ability - Empowering the fulfillment of and granting dark fantasies
Appearance - Paladros is armored head to toe in a large suit of maroon plate armor, lined grayish-white at the edges and adorned with plenty of spikes and a few skulls and horns. His face is completely hidden behind a great helm, with only blackness leaking out of the eye-slits. Additionally, he wears a tattered, calf-length, charcoal-colored cape.
Brief Biography - Paladros was Hell's Lord of Dark Fantasies for countless years, until recently when he was approached by powers darker and greater than himself. He was given the choice of relinquishing his title, and a great score of the power that came with it, for the chance to have his own planet created for him to rule over. He accepted the offer, and the greater powers began to forge him a new world, which Paladros named after the site of an ancient and bloody battle, Plaetea. However, as Paladros well knew, there was still much more work to be done before he populated Plaetea and founded his supreme rule.
Paladros also has a human daughter, Demi, who he watches over, taints and shapes with his evil, and spoils endlessly, granting all her desires.

[Anonymous]

Tartarus
"Don't mind those 'scars', baby, I like to call them 'love scratches'. Yeah, I am that good."


From the official records held within the Vindication of Province's archive:
"Tartarus has been the source of a maddening search of mine for quite some time now. But, even though the vigilance and perserverance of myself and my loyal servitors is without equal, I am afraid that many years of fruitless and very tiring work has taken its toll on my good angels. That is the cause of my appearance before Province's Vindication this day, so that I may beseech you for your assistance in this matter. I understand the tardiness of my request, but it was the strong belief of my kin of angels, indeed my own belief as well, that it was our rightful duty to find and return a lost comrade to the fold. Perhaps, and though I grieve to say this, that belief was in error.
"Through our long search, we have only a few pieces of a innumerable puzzle. Of what little we know, we understand that Tartarus, after his fall, is no longer an angel, but rather has been twisted into a new image, reborn as a demon of the clan Bloodsworn. We know that the Bloodsworn clan is one of the largest among Hell's native demons, and that they are now in a ravaging state of civil war. If a Lord is felled in combat, it is not uncommon for those that serve him to flee in hopes of freedom, some even retreating to Earth if they have a method to travel there. As such, it is not out of that realm of possibility that Tartarus might be such a refuge, hiding in one of the nations of mortals: Aedolis, Teinar, Edanith, Seruna, or beyond.
"Despite what he has become now, I have known Tartarus for many years more. He is a good soldier and a good angel, and it is my firm belief that still he retains this in his heart, no matter how deeply it might be hidden now; it is because of this that I am also requesting that Tartarus be detained and returned alive at all reasonable costs. I have already spoken to Director Fausteadiel of this, and he has authorized this course of action.
"In summary, I humbly request the Vindication's assistance in reclaiming one of Heaven's own. I thank you for your time."
-- Archangel Celestiel, shortly before the Vindication pledged its aid in the recovery mission


Race - Bloodsworn Demon
Gender - Male
Motivation and Goals - Serving Paladros for a promised fief on Plaetea. Beating Melavie in their race
Current Occupation - Freelance Champion (Formerly sworn champion to the fallen Lord Versi)
Armaments - Helliron War Axe, Modular Power Suit (Heavy Weapons Class)
Most Notable Ability -
Appearance - Tartarus has a muscular frame, with rough, gray skin laden with scars. He is bald and has onyx-hued eyes. He always wears a dark red modular power suit (which consists of only a breastplate, two wrist bracers, and two shinguards in its "open" or retracted mode) over top of simple brown linen clothes and boots.
Brief Biography - Tartarus was at one time an Angel, servitor to the Archangel Celestiel, before his Fall. Upon his arrival in Hell, he was remade into a demon of the Bloodsworn clan, and sentenced to serve a new leige, Lord Versi. Though he resented what he had become at first, Tartarus gradually came to accept what he was now and gave himself entirely to his new life. He did many things for Lord Versi, and rose to eventually become one of his Champions. However, Lord Versi was to fall in a bloody civil conflict, and that left Tartarus masterless. He fled Hell for the time being, freelancing on Earth for both mortal agents and infernal interests. When he was approached by Paladros, the former Lord of Dark Fantasies, with the promise of his own fief on a newly created planet, Tartarus accepted, seeing the opportunity to forge a glorious new beginning for himself by pledging his services to him.
During his stint of freelance work on Earth, Tartarus actually encountered a woman, Melavie Whiteshade, and fell in love with her... if only for a brief time. Separated with mutual bitterness, they were brought back together once again through their connections with Paladros. Now, they maintain a scathing competition between one another, to see which of them could find another stable relationship first.

[Anonymous]

Melavie Whiteshade
"Make sure you read the fine print. Trust me, I would know."


From an intercepted letter sent from Arca to Ketra via carrier pidgeon, five thousand years ago:
"Claire... old friend... it's all over. That murderer who called himself Gorgon, who poisoned and killed my only daughter and one of my granddaughters, was finally brought to justice. My other granddaughter, Melavie, was the one who finally found him and ended it. And though I am glad that all of his victims may finally rest in peace, I am worried for Melavie.
"She came to me on the night she killed Gorgon, just before she set off to do the deed. She kneeled down beside my bed, and spoke to me in a hushed whisper, tears dripping down from her eyes. Melavie said to me, with that firm and strong voice that I've always been proud of, that she had to do it, and that she had the power to make it so now. When I asked about it, this power that she spoke of, she pulled away from me and didn't elaborate, stressing to me not to worry about it. There was nothing I could do as I watched her leave the house, though I felt a dreadful feeling that I still feel now; I was scared for her.
"And as much as I wished it not to be true, Melavie came back to see me several days later, told me what she had done, and said with great sorrow that she had to go away for a long time. She would not say where or why, and the last thing she said to me was that she loved me, before the fearsome man clad in plate armor escorted her out."
"Please Claire, I know it is a lot to ask, but do what you can to find Melavie and make sure she is alright. My heart is weak, and I know that I am dying... I am not long for this Earth. When you find her, tell her that I love her too... with all my heart..."
-- June Whiteshade's final letter to her lifetime friend in Ketra


Race - Human
Gender - Female
Motivation and Goals - Earning her freedom and soul back. Beating Tartarus in their race.
Current Occupation - Bondwoman to Paladros. Power Suit Operator and Maintenance Specialist
Armaments - Sig 9 series pistol. Wrist-mounted "Buckler" force shield. Power Suit Walker (Golem Class)
Most Notable Ability - Mechanical skills
Appearance - Melavie has orange hair that his pulled back into a neat bun, save for a large sidelock on the left side of her face. Her eyes are light blue, and she wears rectangular glasses simply as a "fashion statement". She is short and thin, and looks to be in her early thirties. Usually, she wears a tucked-in button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and pants, though the colors vary day-to-day.
Brief Biography - Melavie Whiteshade was once a citizen of Arca five thousand years ago. But all of that changed when her mother and sister fell ill. Upon further investigation, however, Melavie discovered that her mother and sister were actually poisoned by a powerful mage-assassin for his own gain. Too weak to take vengeance on him when her mother sister finally passed away, that was when Paladros stepped in, drawn strongly to her dark desire to maim and torture the mage for what he had done. Paladros struck a deal with Melavie; he would grant her the power the subdue the mage-assassin and do as she wished with him in exchange for her soul. She eventually accepted the deal, and after she had her way with the mage, Paladros claimed her soul, making her immortal, and brought her to The Depths of Hell, confining her in his estate for nearly five thousand years. Only recently did he release her and allow her to return to Earth, bidding her to overcome culture shock and study the emergant new technologies in preparation for establishing his supreme rule over Plaetea.
During her years of study on Earth, Melavie met Tartarus and actually shared a short relationship with him. They broke up bitterly, and were only recently brought back together by their servitude to Paladros. Now, they maintain a scathing competition between one another, to see which of them could find another stable relationship first.

[Anonymous]

Detris Vex
"There's always a price that both of us can agree upon."


From the diary entries of Shaena Matos, member of the Vie Vitalis Resurgence Group:
"I've not met one person more irreverant of their proud heritage than Detris Vex. And of all those who would shun their race's tradition, a Vex does so! The ruling bloodline of our race for many, many generations, as it is written in the history books! He did not even know of our great nation of Vie Vitalis of ages past, or that the Vex bloodline was long thought of to be dead. My faith was surely tested by Detris Vex, and it is a trial that I must continue to endure even as I write this.
"I'll give him what little nuances of credit he deserves though: I liked him better when he was lying to us. And we all knew it, and he knew that we knew, but it was just a part of his business. Once you actually make good, reliable contacts as an arms dealer, he said, then you tell them your real name. Understandable, of course. When he was peddling his guns to us we knew him as Argus Kivere, and I, truthfully, found him likeable, at least tolerable, under that name. But over time and after many satisifactory deals made, he finally revealed his true name to our Group, and we were floored. We told him everything about the glorious Vex name and about Vie Vitalis, and he just looked back at us with this blank stare, almost as if we were boring him. After we finished, our spirits were crushed and the rejoicing came to an abrupt end when he said, and I will never forget this until the day that I day, 'Not interested. That is not my business.'
"The ancestors of the Vex family surely must have wished to give him a vicious lashing from beyond the grave at that point.
"Detris Vex, regrettably, slipped through our grasp and escaped Mars, but still we will press on. We WILL find this nigh unworthy male and we WILL make him continue the Vex bloodline whether he wants to or not. Several families have already nominated some of their daughters or mistresses to sacrifice their family name so that the Vex family may live on. I just pray to any gods willing to listen to my laments that Detris and his future suitor will bear an eldest daughter. Please, please have a daughter... it's a fifty-fifty chance."
-- Shaena Matos, Council of Matriarchs, Vie Vitalis Resurgence Group


Race - Vexian Dark Elf
Gender - Male
Motivation and Goals - Insane profits by any means necessary. Females. Occasionally researching his race's past.
Current Occupation - Arms Dealer
Armaments - Enough to take over a small country
Most Notable Ability - Selling someone more guns than they'll ever need
Appearance - Detris has the dark blue skin of his race's heritage and the bright blue eyes of his family's heritage, and is middle-aged for his race. He has short, neatly groomed stark white hair, and his face is usually slightly rough with a little stubble. He almost always wears one of his expensive suits, dark in color, with a white dress shirt, tie matching the color of his eyes, and shiny low quarter shoes.
Brief Biography - Detris Vex was always a rogue, even among his own people. A native of a small city on Mars, he did not stay there for very long after being swept up in the business of legal and illegal gun trades. He eventually got caught up in a great deal of small to medium sized conflicts, at times even getting in the middle of the Aedolis and Edanith/Teinar wars, and on a few occasions barely got out of his own mess with his life. After many years in the business, Detris made quite a name for himself on the black market, gaining a network of contacts but also a score of enemies. Through and through, Detris Vex ended up knowing more about guns and how to make a profit than his own heritage and his race's history.
Recently, he was contacted by a woman named Melavie Whiteshade about his services, promising 'a unique experience and untold rewards' for him. They arranged a meet, where Detris was introduced to Paladros. It was Paladros that wished to supply his private, demonic army with all the armor and weaponry they would need. In exchange, he offered Detris exclusive rights to be the premier arms trader on Plaetea, the 'newly created planet' he owned, the opportunity to establish his own firearms distribution company on Plaetea to sell to the other worlds, and also one wish of anything he desired. Detris found himself unable to turn it down, but has yet to decide on his wish.