Remnants of the Earth

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Name Eponine "Nina" Clay
Age 23
Gender Female
Species Ostensibly Human
EthnicityEdani
Height 5'9"
Orientation Heterosexual
Occupation Horse Trainer
Residence Second Chances Horse Ranch (just outside the city of Tynova)

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Physical Description
Nina has chestnut brown hair with hints of red when exposed to sunlight--which happens frequently, considering she spends a majority of her time working outdoors under the Edani sun. Her skin bears a near constant nut-brown tan, and despite her youth there are both sun and laughter eyes around her bright blue eyes.


Personality
Nina is, and always has been, the Weird Horse Girl(TM). Though she grew up in one of the "smaller" megacities (at least as far as she is aware), she's never really been comfortable in urban spaces, and much prefers the wild vastness of Edanith's rurality and frontier, dangerous as they may be. Around people of a two-legged persuasion she can be a bit awkward and sort of rough around the edges, but it's usually clear that she means well, even if she occasionally puts her foot in her mouth.


Magic/Abilities
Beastspeaking: this gift applies mainly to equine creatures, but Nina also has a passing understanding with some cats and even dogs, on occasion.

Though she does actually come by this gift naturally, it was amplified by Mother.

Nina is also incredibly fast, with insane amounts of stamina (again, thanks to Mother), though she's never really needed to tap into this particular strength so she's not entirely aware of it.

She is actually descended from an equine skinwalker, though she doesn't know it; Mother just sort of reawakened the dormant genes to allow her to have such increased speed and stamina. Though Nina will never be a shapeshifter herself, she's not exactly all human either.


Relationships
Her parents, Isolde and Deanna; her employers at Second Chances; any return customers/visitors she happens to strike up a conversation with; and of course the horses on the ranch.


History
To the best of Nina's knowledge, she grew up in one of Edanith's "smaller" megacities, adopted by an older but very kind couple: Isolde and Deanna Marsh. Despite the beauty and culture of the place, and how much she loved her mothers, however, she always felt just a little stifled--so when the chance came to enter an internship program at a working and therapeutic horse ranch just outside Tynova, she leaped at the opportunity.

And she just sort of...never left. The couple who ran the program were impressed with how easily she took to the work, and when her three month internship was up, they offered her a job, which she happily accepted. She still goes home to visit her parents on occasion, but she'd quite happy in her current position.

Nina never actually learned the name of the "mysterious benefactor" who allowed her to take the internship--the letter just arrived on their doorstep one day soon after she'd found the application for Second Chances.

This benefactor was, of course, not only Nina's saving grace in this instance, but in fact the reason for her existence at all. Mother created the young woman in her lab and left her in the foster system on Edanith when she was four, and has kept an eye on her since.


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Name Designation Subject#82641. Prefers to go by "Seexa"
Age Unclear, young adult
Gender Female
Species Artificial Merfolk
Ethnicity Unclear
Height Nearly 5' when standing (her legs bend awkwardly and remove some potential height); with tail, about 8.5' long
Orientation No idea
Occupation Test Subject/Exotic Trinket
Residence Cancer's black market


[credit to Inkscribble and Dolldivine: this game]

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Physical Description
Subject 82641 is almost entirely green from head to tail, though in varying shades. Her body is covered in tiny scales, even her humanoid upper body--save for the thin webbing between her fingers--though they are so small and flexible so as to feel almost like skin to the touch. Her "base coat" color is an earthy green, lightest around her face and darkening in a steady gradient down her body to the tip of her tail. A pattern of darker, bluish green markings cover her back, arms, face, and tail as well--these markings are actually bioluminescent, glowing softly when in darkness.

Though at first glance her face appears fairly human, on closer inspection 82641 is clearly "other": her eyes are too big, and entirely black. Her nose is almost reptilian more than humanoid, and when she opens her mouth she reveals sharp, serrated teeth from her canines back. Her hair is black with streaks of the same green and blue-green that covers her body, and sometimes moves independently of the water flow around it--it's not actually "hair" at all, but rather hundreds of incredibly thin "barbels", sort of like a catfish's whiskers.

Technically, she is also an amphibious creature. Though she's never actually experienced this, 82641 can theoretically call on her DNA of Old Earth's mermaids to trade her tail for legs: her tail would split in two, the excess essentially drawn back into her flesh to form legs, and the gills along her rib cage would temporarily seal themselves.

This is an emergency-only survival mechanism however, and cannot be sustained for very long--a day at most.

(With her legs, she looks something like this; credit to Tony Diterlizzi, official Spiderwick Chronicles artwork)


Personality
It's rather hard to tell the personality of a creature kept eternally behind class. 82641 seems to have a natural curiosity for the world around her, and when she was first left on Cancer she would smile and attempt to interact with the people who came to gawk.

After a few months though, she has become subdued and wary, mostly curled up in the corner of her tank, avoiding angering anyone or drawing unwanted attention as best she can.


Magic/Abilities
Bioluminescent: 82641 is basically her own nightlight! She doesn't exactly need it though, as she can see fairly well in darkness, and can even navigate totally blind with only minimal issue.

Fae glamour: as her faerie DNA is severely diluted, 82641 doesn't have a particularly firm graft of this ability. She cannot change her appearance, but she can sort of charm people, capture their attention and hold it even against their better judgement--though only for a few moments, maybe a minute or so.

Hypothetically, her scales and skin secrete a natural healing agent, an incredibly weakened and diluted version of the healing "siren's tears" of ancient Earth. As with her amphibious ability to trade tail for legs, this is never something she's really explored.

On the more mundane side of things, 82641 has very sharp teeth and claws.


Relationships
None.


History
82641 has no memory of any life she may have had before Cancer other than being kept in a reasonably roomy tank that was consistently either in total darkness or surrounded by bright light and near blindingly white walls. Occasionally she would catch a glimpse of a figure in all this brightness, but then the injection would come and she would quickly lose consciousness, only to wake in darkness once again.

Well, not total darkness. 82641's own bioluminescence was sublimated with a few glowing, flickering machines around her tank, on occasion. These machines sometimes showed pictures, moving images of people and places that she didn't recognize, but somehow felt were important: a pair of siblings performing in Aedolis, a young Pilot Candidate experimenting with the limits of a new cybernetic arm, a man surrounded by red earth, eyeing a target through the sight of his sniper rifle.

She didn't know the names of these places or people of course, not at first. But she listened, she watched, and she learned, bits and pieces at the very least.

Language was not quite so difficult as she expected to pick up, and soon enough she could talk to herself in a variety of tongues. Perhaps that is what sent her to Cancer--she can never be sure, but one cycle of dark and light she attempted to speak with the figure in the corner of her eye, and the next thing she knew she was waking up in her tank in completely alien surroundings.

She's been passed around the black market every since--something like four or five months, she's not entirely sure. She's never in one place for very long, as no one seems entirely sure what to do with her.

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Subject#82641 is a bottle-made mermaid, a creature genetically spliced together from human, fish, and ancient merfolk DNA and magic. She seems to have been a sort of whim on Mother's part more than anything else.

If she has any greater plan for her on Cancer, it is as of yet unclear.


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Name Maliek "Lee" Whitewood
Age 37
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Edani
Height 5'11"
Orientation Heterosexual
Occupation Military-Trained Mordecai
Residence Tynova

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Physical Description
Lee is fairly tall and definitely broad, incredibly physically fit both by necessity and because exercise is one of the few stress reliefs that's really reliable in his life. The best word to describe him would probably just be solid.

His face almost doesn't seem to match the rest of his body, at least not entirely; he has surprisingly round cheeks and full lips, lending an air of youthfulness to his features which is helped along by the baby blue eyes and almost cherubic curly blond hair--though he tends to keep his hair cut relatively short in an effort to cut down on this impression.


Personality
Responsible and stoic almost to a fault, Lee isn't exactly the kind of guy you'd invite for a "fun night out". That's not to say he's all business all the time, just...mostly business most of the time.

Though he's not necessarily a standoffish sort of person, he's not really what you'd call friendly either. He's incredibly loyal to and protective of close friends and family, but it takes a bit of work be become included in that select number.


Magic/Abilities
Lee was living with his sister and her husband when Mother began experimenting on his pregnant sister; she didn't really mess with his genes, but she did do something that increased his field of influence a lot.

Of course he doesn't remember this; in fact, he doesn't even remember how small his mordecai field used to be in comparison.


Relationships
Firya and Veran Whitewood: parents, deceased
Layla Strausbury nee Whitewood: sister, deceased
Victor Strausbury: brother-in-law, MIA
Ella Whitewood: niece, living


History
Lee had a typical Edani mordecai upbringing, along with his older sister Layla. Tragically, their parents--both also mordecai--died in a skirmish on the Edanith frontier when Lee was thirteen and Layla was nineteen; that same year, Layla married her mage partner, Victor.

Lee had trained informally with his sister for much of his childhood, but he entered official military training at fifteen...and then his only family, his sister, died a year later in childbirth, just months after her husband was declared MIA on a mission he'd insisted his pregnant wife stay home from.

Layla left Lee pretty much the sole guardian of his newborn niece, called Elinaya for their grandmother. He managed to hire a nanny and some other household help so he could still complete his training, but he was basically a single dad at sixteen, and raising his niece and serving his nation have been his whole life


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Name Faolan ("Fallon") AKA "Lynn"
Age Kinda fuzzy: somewhere close to 3500, but has only been "awake" for 900ish years
Gender Female
Species Vampire
Ethnicity Old Earth Serenian/Libran
Height 5' 11"
Orientation Pansexual
Occupation Spacer
Residence Her ship, the Wild Rose


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Physical Description
Lynn is on the fairer side--at this point she can't really remember if she was born that way or if it happened after she was turned--and has matte black hair streaked through with pastel blue and bubblegum pink (hair dye is one of her favorite "new" technologies). She used to wear it long, long enough to reach the backs of her knees, but in recent years had kept it in an asymmetrical cut, longer in front and shorter in back.

Her features are sharp and clean, and her willowy frame is covered in deceptively lean muscle. She's always been taller than average, and has learned to use her height to her advantage; she barely even needs that slight aura of the "other" that vampirism provides in order to take command of a room.


Personality
If the years have been unkind to Lynn, she certainly doesn't show it. She is cheerful to the point of bubbly, and seems to genuinely enjoy people--or at the very least, a good conversation. She does however carry a bit of her age behind her eyes; she never comes across as cold or unfeeling, but she will occasionally take a step back and simply observe, watching the world spin around her as though she is not truly a part of it.

She also has the gods-awful habit of combining slang from the last couple millennia all together in one sentence mercilessly. She doesn't even try to stop it happening anymore.


Magic/Abilities
Lynn has all the typical abilities and weaknesses that come with vampirism: heightened senses, near-immortality so long as she keeps herself well-fed, a sensitivity to sunlight, and greater strength and speed than a regular human.

Of course Lynn was no spring chicken even two thousand years ago, and she's picked up a few odd hobbies and skills over the decades. She's quite accomplished with embroidery, and she can take out a target with a slingshot from over two hundred yards.


Relationships
No one who Lynn knew in her old life has survived to the present day.


History
[WIP]

Lynn was magically frozen millennia ago (at the age of 880ish), then thawed out and disenchanted by a group of scavengers just outside an Aedolis sphere with a combination of modern magitech a few years ago.

She's pretty sure it was an accident, and that they didn't mean to wake her up, but she can't be sure--they aren't exactly around for her to ask. After nearly three thousand years in stasis, she was absolutely starving, and when one of the scavengers took a shot at her, she attacked and drained all five of them mostly on instinct.

She still feels rather bad about that, but tries not to dwell on it too much. Besides, it's so much easier to get synthetic blood in this new world she's woken up do, she'll never have to worry about going hungry and losing control like that again.

Hopefully.


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Name Ava Everlight
Age 35
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Edani/Mutt
Height 5'4"
Orientation Heterosexual
Occupation Previously a research assistant, currently a medic
Residence A town called Reckless

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Physical Description
Ava is a rather nondescript woman at first glance; she's the kind of person who doesn't exactly catch the eye, but the more often one looks at her, the more you see her, the more intriguing she becomes. Though her features lean a bit toward "plain", there's something about her gray-green eyes, something behind the easy smiles and laugh lines that speaks of things that would have been better left unseen.

Her hair is thick, curly, and red, often pulled back simply under a bandanna. Like many Edani she is fair-skinned, though unlike her fellow countrymen she seems to have trouble getting any sort of a tan--she mostly just ends up "lobster red" under the heavy smattering of freckles whenever she spends too long in the sun.


Personality
Not exactly "bubbly", but bright and happy by nature, Ava likes people, and they tend to like her.

Despite this, she's somehow a rather solitary individual; she's lived in Reckless for almost eight years, and still no one in the small frontier town could really say that they know her. She's polite and friendly enough on the surface, and a skilled medic--that's all that really matters to most folks.

Sometimes Ava will be quiet, too quiet, contemplative, as though she's alone in a room even when surrounded by other people. Her eyes lose focus and she'll simply stop still wherever she is, lost in herself. It happens frequently enough that it has become a large part of how she relates to the world.

Most residents of Reckless have learned to identify and ignore this particular quirk; the only person who can snap her out of it is her young daughter.


Magic/Abilities
Though she has no magical or psychic skill to speak of, Ava is an incredibly skilled medic. She knows a great deal about both field medicine and more traditional medicine that might be practiced in a hospital.


Relationships
Val, her seven-year-old daughter. Her name is actually short of "Valkyrie", though neither she nor her mother really shares that much.

Val is a special little girl--and her mother would kill to protect her.


History
Ava is one of maybe three people currently alive in the universe who can claim that they escaped a close encounter with Mother without being directly mutated or otherwise "enhanced" by her.

She met the scientist--whom she only knew as "Dr. Molly Faern"--when she was twenty-five, just graduated from her second round of medical training and looking for a job. Dr. Faern was impressed both with her skill, and with Ava herself. She said that Ava was exactly what she had been looking for.

Ava always found it odd that she only said it after looking over a mandatory blood work-up...

She worked for Dr. Faern for nearly three years, mostly as a laboratory and research assistant, but occasionally helping out Molly with more personal errands or other tasks. They spend so much time together, and the genius scientist was so kind to her, always praising her skills and telling her that they would do great things together... She'd thought they were friends.

It became clearly and disturbingly apparent that they were not when, three years into the position, Ava stumbled upon Mother's hidden records, and she learned what "Dr. Faern" was really up to.

She tried to leave.

She was caught.

She woke up a few days later, knowing that Mother had done something to her but not sure what, and terrified. She made a second attempt at escape and this time succeeded--though in the years since she has always worried that it was a bit too easy.

It wasn't until she'd been free of Mother for a few weeks that Ava realized exactly what had been done to her. Her own genetics had been left alone; she was too old to be of use to Mother, of course.

But the baby that Mother had artificially inseminated her with was a veritable blank canvas.

Valkyrie was born roughly eight months later, and it was clear to Ava what had been done to her, at least partially. Gene splicing was always Mother's go-to experiment: she'd mixed avian DNA into Val's, and the girl was born with wings.


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Annabelle's first attempt at escape had not gone well.

Honestly she couldn't even remember much of what had happened after the alarm system she'd been suppressing suddenly came back online--she'd badly misjudged just how much of her power she could use with the stupid TRIM chip embedded in her temple--and within thirty seconds she'd been tased unconscious and dragged back to her "dormitory".

At least, she assumed that was what had happened. Her memories of the first few days after that were a blur of white coats, bright lights, and a wider variety of pain than she'd ever really thought possible.

The next thing she could really remember was waking up in her hospital cot, one wrist cuffed to the bed, with one of the doctors standing over her, explaining that they had updated her chip. They had control now; without approval from a computerized control unit, Annabelle had no access to her powers at all.

It felt like losing a limb. She could feel the phantom tingles of electricity sometimes at the tips of her fingers or sparking behind her eyes, but the moment she reached for it, the feeling vanished.

In all of the five years since she'd been found and brought to TRIM, she thought that might be the most effective torture they'd come up with. It had been nearly two months of this, and even after enduring dozens of previous tests and experiments, she thought much longer of this might actually kill her.

Fight...

Annabelle sat up in bed, looking around the darkness of her tiny cell. That--that was a voice. A voice she didn't recognize. Where...?

Fight it, my child.

Her eyes widened as she realized the voice was inside her head. "Oh gods." She looked around, though now she knew it was useless. "What--what's going on?"

You must fight. It was a whisper, fuzzy and barely audible, almost like static. Cannot...much longer. Go now. Go while...doors are down.

Annabelle got the distinct feeling that there was more to the message than she was hearing, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to figure out exactly what the voice was trying to tell her. Perhaps she should have been more worried about anonymous voices in her head, but honestly? At this point, it barely even phased her.

And the voice wasn't completely unknown, somehow. Almost like a memory of a dream, something she couldn't quite grasp.

But she didn't have time--or honestly really the inclination--to prioritize that train of thought. "Go while the doors are down", what did that mean?

As if in answer to her thoughts, she saw the red glow of her door lock flicker, then blink to green, and heard the unmistakable snick of the automated lock turning open.

She was frozen on the bed, wide eyed and staring, for a long, elastic moment. Then she burst into movement, launching herself off the bed and racing for the door, barely pausing a moment once she'd cracked it open to check the hall before she darted out and began running for the far door, bare feet hardly making a sound against the cool tile.

She reached the door, fingers closing around the handle, and the harsh blare of an alarm suddenly ripped through the hall. She froze, terrified, memories of her last attempt racing through her mind--but it wasn't a door alarm, it was an emergency alert. Someone must have realized the door system was offline.

Go while the doors are down.

Alright. She could do this.

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Either by miracle or by design, the path from Wing Alpha down to the southwest docking point was almost entirely clear of doctors and technicians. Annabelle had memorized the guards' routes from her last escape attempt and there should have been more people down here, but the emergency protocols had called them all to an upper level.

All but the two standing at the main door. Annabelle stopped dead once she caught sight of them, then ducked back around the corner and poked her head around again, more cautiously this time. Okay, there were only two of them, and they were probably distracted by the alarms. If she took them by surprise...

A sharp pain jolted through her head and she had to bite down on a cry, clenching her eyes shut as electricity surged through her blood--

Her eyes snapped open. Electricity.

She could feel her magic again.

Not knowing how long this would last, spurred onward by a surge of wild, giddy relief and joy, Annabelle dashed out into the hall and went barreling right for the guards, sparks jumping from her fingertips as she raised her hands and focused the energy down her arms and gather in her palms. If she could just toss a ball of electricity at them, it would be enough of a distraction for her to rush through, grab the first ship she saw and put this place far behind her.

The magic pulsed through her blood, surging into her hands, ready to be released. The guards were going for their weapons, but she was faster, throwing her power forward with a shoot as she charged directly toward the door between them.

Something happened. Something sharp and hot and dangerous that made both the chip in her temple and the core of sparks at the center of her magic protest painfully. The electricity sprang from her hands, hotter and fiercer than she'd intended, singeing the edges of her hospital-regulation scrubs, but she couldn't pull it back, could only watch in horror as the guards jerked and spasmed, then went limp, collapsing to the ground.

It didn't look they were breathing.

Annabelle felt the floor slide sideways beneath her feet, her stomach twisting sickeningly. Her steps slowed, vision pinpointing to the uniformed figures on the floor. Oh no. Oh no no no no no--

Focus! Another jolt of pain, this one actually drawing a cry from her lips. Run, now! I cannot maintain...fading.. will not be able to help you again.

"I'm sorry," Annabelle whispered as she ran through the door into the docking port, vision blurred with the start of tears. "I'm so sorry."

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Official TRIM ships were all on the same wireless locking system, which was also down along with most of the doors in the facility. Annabelle ran for the first single person craft she saw, a generic security vehicle, and managed to both jump start the ship and slip her consciousness into the navigation system just long enough to input random coordinates before she felt her power begin to fade again.

A soft sob caught in her throat at the loss, but she tried to swallow it down, curving the ship toward the slowly opening docking door into open space. She punched forward, accelerating to max speed as quick as she could.

A ragged, hysterical laugh joined the muffled sob in her throat and she sank back in her seat. She had no idea where she was going, what it had cost, but she was out.

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By the time the emergency at TRIM was under control and the patients counted, it had been nearly six hours since Annabelle's escape. Somehow, she was the only subject who had managed to utilize the chaos effectively, though there were plenty of other injuries from patients and subjects attacking the staff. Enough that the core staff couldn't mobilize quick enough to send someone after her.

"Call in one of asset recovery operatives," Annabelle's lead doctor, a psychic called Garth Farrow, ordered his assistant as they watched the security video of the young woman attacking the two guards. "One of our best--someone who isn't scared of a little lightning."

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Name Kianah "Pink" Ketras
Age 20
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Mutt
Orientation Bisexual
Height 5'2"
Occupation Mechanic/Racer
Residence Teinar

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Physical Description
Pink has earned her nickname from a very distinctive style; namely, black and hot pink moto-racing attire. Her jet black hair is decorated with streaks of pink, and she is almost never seen without a hot pink heart inked just below her left eye. While her skin is smooth and tan, her eyes almost echo albinism, as they are a pale pink as well.

Personality
Pink takes no s**t. From anyone.

Aside from that, she's rather outgoing and friendly--"spunky" is a word a lot of people use, though never in earshot.

Magic/Abilities
Pink is a naturally gifted tinkerer, and as far as she knows she's been doing it all her life. Taking things apart and putting them back together again, trying to see if she can make them better, faster, stronger.

Her gift from Mother is subtle, but useful. She is able to see three or four seconds into the future--though she has no idea of this, thinking she just experiences an absurd amount of deja vu. This little talent comes in particularly handy when there's a sharp turn coming up in a racing course, or if she realized just a moment too late that she shouldn't have taken that particular alley.

Relationships
Beatriz and Toryn, her aging parents (they had her much older than was typical)

History
((WIP))

Pink was born in the Earth's underbelly of Teinar, and she's never left it.

Literally. Unlike most of Mother's children, Pink was a...house call, so to speak. Mother came to her family when she was a child and offered her parents a deal: if little Kianah would take part in a harmless study, her family would be richly rewarded.

Despite the general lack of interest in luxury held by most residents of Teinar, the Ketras family took the deal. Kianah was taken to a small clinic twice a week for six months, where she was sedated for an hour, then taken back home.

She was so young that she has almost no memory of this "study" she took part in--she only knows it allowed her mother's mechanic shop to expand, meant that her parents could actually retire as they tiptoed closer to old age, and meant that her family was one of the few who could really be considered "well off" among pretty much everyone else she knew.

Of course, Pink isn't exactly proud of this, and she tries to keep it on the down-low; she runs her shop, books her races, and hopes people don't ask questions.


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Name Annabelle McAlistair
Age 25
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Mixed
Height 5'5"
Occupation "Tech support"
Residence TRIM facility

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Physical Description
Annabelle has electric blue eyes and lightly tanned skin with auburn hair cut in a short, choppy style that frame her face, longer in front and shorter in back. She is of average height and build with a decent amount of curve to her figure, a majority of her height coming from her proportionately long legs.

Personality
She's...well, electric. Quick to anger, though her temper fades fast, and she seems to light up a room with a smile or a laugh. Annabelle loves people, though she's not a fan of close relationships and tends to keep people at a distance with biting humor if it feels like things are getting "too real".

Magic/Abilities
A lighting mage, though she doesn't seem to be particularly powerful. However, she has the rather unique ability to "link up" with major technological systems, allowing her to basically use herself as a sort of interface.

Mother has augmented her natural abilities, giving Annabelle the ability to not only sync up with technology but control the electricity in them remotely (which of course she doesn't realize she can do). Hypothetically, Annabelle could connect with the operating system of a spaceship and--hypothetically--someone could, through her, control it from hundreds of thousands of miles away; depending on her level of magical control, she could even use a connection with one system to "jump into" another.

Relationships
TBD

History
Annabelle is an amnesiac, having woken up in a small compartment of Thanatos Inc. five years ago and accidentally releasing a burst of magic that almost killed five people in shock and fear. It didn't take long for her to be carted off to TRIM, where she'd been ever since.

As one of Mother's children, Annabelle spent a majority of her childhood on Mother's spacecraft. Either because she was lying in wait for the perfect opportunity or because she simply couldn't think of a real use for her, Mother kept her on the ship until she was twenty before just blanking her memories and placing her on Thanatos.

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Name Mica
Age 24
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 5'9"
Occupation Performer
Residence Haviah

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Physical Description
Mica has black hair with streaks of deep purple, blue eyes, and an olivey skin tone. His features are sharp, if a little feminine, casting his distinctly into the roll of "pretty boy" despite his leanly muscled build.

Personality
Mica is quiet by nature, almost shy, which is a little at odds with what he does for a living. He's perfectly content to let his sister have the limelight.

Magic/Abilities
Like his sister, Mica can hypnotize people through music. Though his voice is fairly exceptional, he mostly sticks to playing instrumental music while his sister sings, usually a keyboard or guitar.

Also like his sister, he can use his voice for destruction as well as hypnosis.

Relationships
Though not much of a talker, Mica makes friends fairly easily. That said, his only real relationship is with his little sister, Gem.

History
According to Mica, he and his sister have lived their whole lives in Aedolis, born into a lower caste before they were "discovered" when he was fifteen. They quickly gathered a following of fans and rose through the caste system to become real celebrities. Until that point, he had developed an insanely overprotective "big brother" attitude toward her that still has not faded.

In reality, both siblings were plucked off the streets by Mother when Mica was six and Gem three, taken from substance addicted parents who honestly probably didn't even notice they were gone. She kept them for nine years, tweaking their DNA until she was satisfied with their gifts before plopping them back in Haviah, believing they'd never left

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Name Adelaide "Addie" Montgomery
Age 14
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 5'2"
Orientation Homosexual
Occupation Gardener
Residence Libra

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Physical Description
Addie is a slight creature, with nut brown skin and golden eyes, her face framed by a choppy pixie cut of hair colored in different shades of green. Though she is technically "still growing", she's not really under any illusions that she'll get any taller.

Personality
Sweet, shy, and rather cowardly are all words that would perfectly describe Addie. She has a soft spot for- well, just about everything, and will cry at the drop of a hat (either from sorrow or happiness).

Despite this, she does her best not to be a burden on others around her, as she is fiercely loyal to those she cares about. Her greatest passion is gardening, and she has a secret desire to live on a real planet, with real earth, and make a real garden.

Magic/Abilities
An earth mage of moderate power, Addie feels most connected to plants with her magic.

But when her "gifts" are activated (through extreme stress or by a deliberate order from Mother), if she is in proximity to a planet's lei lines, she can cause massive tremors that are planet wide- and sometimes even effect the magic in the lines themselves, corrupting the nature of the planet.

Relationships
Addie has a shaky relationship with her biological mother, Ella Montgomery. They are rather cold and distant, really only maintaining any form of "family" because they feel like they have to, not because they have any real affection for each other.

History
Her biological mother needed money after Addie's father- a drifter who just sort of vanished after Ella got pregnant- so she agreed to undergo some "experimental testing" from Mother in exchange for enough money to scrape by for a few years.

After this "testing" process, Mother blanked the woman's memories, but not entirely; she only remembers agreeing to be part of a test study, presumably targeted at pregnant women. Even so, Ella continuously has vague memories- often in the form of dreams- of Mother talking about Addie's "gifts", so she is slightly wary of her own daughter.

Even as a young girl, Addie could sense this wariness, and it is the main reason her relationship with her mother is so strained. She constantly feels as though Ella is just waiting for her to snap.

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