Remnants of the Earth

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Name Ain, goes by "The_Thunder" in chatrooms
Age 23,000+
Gender Female
Species Dragon--a REAL one
Ethnicity Adelan
Height 5'7"
Occupation Warlord, Mafia Boss, Pirate
Residence Everywhere
Voice Peta Wilson
Themesong Older Girl - Omega Tribe

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Physical Description
Ain is a busty, tan-skinned beauty with flowing sun-kissed blonde hair that stops just above her ass. Her eyes are of a piercing golden-bronze, framed with blonde eyelashes and well-maintained eyebrows. Her lips are thick and full, jawline and cheekbones strong. Her figure is thin and curvy, a perfect hourglass from her chest to her slender waist and wide hips. Her legs are long, and her body is taut with muscle--she looks damn good in revealing clothing and is fully aware of it, yet would easily be able to carry a person or two on her shoulders if need be.

Personality
Ain's sly and beautiful like a fox but with the power, strength and viciousness of a hyena. A woman of wit and brute strength, and she often uses either to get whatever she wants whenever she wants it. She's not against using her looks to ease her way into preferable situations and people, gleaning whatever she needs from them and then disappearing just as quickly as she came. She is a powerful, patient, and cunning dragoness, and not one you should ever want to get on the bad side of. Befriend her, though, and she will love you for a lifetime and give you plenty of memories filled with laughs, loyalty and fun times for many years to come.

Magic/Abilities

Relationships
Kirkley- Her BEST friend. Often refers to him as her "Love" though their relationship is platonic.

History
Ain's life started out as a simple one: a proud and curious four-legged, winged, fire-breathing lizard whose scales shone like the golden rays of the sun. She lived in the Kilanthro Mountains, hunting and learning her magic there until she could properly transform into a human and venture off into the world of the mortals. It was through her magic that she met Kirkley, still a raging beast caught up in a several thousand year bloodlust, and woke him from the clutches of anger and transformed him back into a man. The two had been nigh inseparable, with her often serving as his guide and a symbol of strength to lean on despite him being near twice her age.

As the times changed on their planet, she helped dragons escape to the stars to avoid being tamed and controlled by the mechanical parts their humans tried to imbue them with, before she fled for the stars herself. There she used the money she'd so cleverly hoarded on her home planet to procure herself a ship called The Hydra.She flew through the stars together, conquering nations, space stations, and crime syndicates as a pirate to lay the groundwork for her enterprise, retiring from her piracy when she had the adequate measures in place to seat herself as a warlord. Everything she does these days is done with a goal in mind, or for her own personal entertainment--what exactly she's aiming for is unknown to anyone other than herself, but whatever it is she seems to be far along the right path to achieving it.

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Name Kirkley (he supposes)
Age Somewhere around 45,000 years old
Gender Male
Species Cursed human/shapeshifter
Ethnicity A land long forgotten and destroyed
Height 7'
Occupation Ship Captain
Residence The Loveless
Sexuality Pansexual
Voice Dwayne Johnson
Themesong The Widow Maker - Carpenter Brut feat. Gunship

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Physical Description
He's still a big guy, tall as he is built and strong as hell. At one point his skin was likely a mocha color, however after so many years of tattoos put over top of tattoos, it has darkened to a light brown, interrupted by weaving patterns of black ink and the pale gray of too many scars. His hair is a mixture of extreme dark brown and black, and it's now kept free of braids. It's wavy in texture, and potentially hints that he came from a tropical island region originally. He also sports a fancily shaven trim around his chin and jawline, rugged and sharp. His eyes are mismatched; the right eye is permanently damaged from a fight he doesn't even remember, completely blind and an eerie milky white. The left eye is a gold like the metal, shining and sometimes burning amber in dark lights, almost as if it glows.

Personality
Kirkley's got a lot of conflicting emotions in him, built one on top of another over countless centuries of interacting with others, dealing with loss and love and countless lifetimes of emotions he was never meant for.

On the outside he seems like a rather normal guy; he can socialize with just about anybody and no one would guess he's over the age of 50. He's gotten good at burying things deep down and not talking about it; he refuses to. Not like they'd believe him anyways. He can be funny and sweet, still able to care for just about any stranger he meets, empathizing with them and offering to help where he can. He's not a saint--he's lost his humanity a couple of times and had to struggle for many years many times over to find it again.

Get him by himself however, and depending on how much he trusts you, you'll see a different man altogether--mostly just one who's extremely worn down. He's exhausted, plagued by loneliness. He tries not to dwell on it too much, throwing pity parties for himself usually just make it worse. If he focuses on it too long it'll get to him and he'll spend another five or twenty years at the bottom of a bottle, and he'd rather not.

Kirkley just tries to get by on a day to day basis, living life in the moment, not letting himself reflect on the past; it's kind of a defense and survival mechanism, really. He's pretty fed up with dealing with his existential depression.

Magic/Abilities
Amaranth's Enchantment:
Kirkley is gifted/cursed with immortality along with his ability to transform into a prehistoric beast. This makes him like a pseudo were-creature of sorts, and yet different. He can transform at will, however it isn't painless, with much shifting, growing, bone breaking and re-arranging, it's not very pleasant to witness firsthand.

Relationships
Bifrost-
Kirkley's soul mate, to be put simply. He died 3000 years ago, and Kirkley had been searching desperately for him to reappear in this galaxy ever since.

Ain- An ancient dragon and Kirkley's longest standing best friend--also the only one who he's gotten close with who is even remotely close to him in age. They understand each other, protect each other and do their best to help each other get by.

Shen- Kirkley's son who occasionally tags along on his pirate-y adventures!

Aesir- The current reincarnation of Bifrost.

Hesperus- What was once an intensely romantic relationship has steadily turned platonic over the years; the two know each other well and are close friends. He's Kirkley's First Mate on the ship, and one of the few people in the galaxy to know so many of Kirkley's secrets.

History
Kirkley was never meant to be immortal. To be honest, from the tribe he came from, he maybe should have lasted to age 40 and then keeled over from a cold. But shit happens, and sometimes you get cursed by a god's enchantment in a prehistoric skull and one thing just leads to another. Like being the eternal companion of said god for the rest of the foreseeable future of the universe.

His mind was not built for immortality, and forty-five thousand years is a lot of memories to try and retain. He's forgotten a lot, much of his past experiences getting pushed to the back of a mind never allowed to age, and often can only recall things unintentionally in dreams. His life is one long smear of a timeline; different ages and events bleed into each other and he can never remember what happened first, where or when, or who was there and who wasn't. He's met so many thousands of people, lost so many friends, had so many loves, it's rather difficult for him to take it all in. So he just... Doesn't. He doesn't think about how old he is, he tries not to reflect on the past, and he just tries to live in the moment right here, right now.

But there is one thing, or rather, one person he can never forget--Bifrost... Amaranth.

And over the past 3000 years since he last died, he's driven Kirkley a little nuts.

He's joined countless wars, explored dozens of nations, searching under every rock and tree and building in the hopes that Bifrost would be reincarnated and they'd get to see each other for a third time; so far, he's been unsuccessful in finding him. He goes through bouts of depression and mourning, wondering if he'll ever even find him again, if he'll ever come back, if he's just waiting for nothing. Alcoholism comes and goes before he finds something or meets someone that gives him the courage to keep trying once again. He doesn't tell just anyone about his true goals and desires. He's tired of being laughed at and made fun of, and he can't blame anyone for calling him crazy. He's literally trying to find a needle in an infinite number of haystacks.

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Name Vey Nim {Efel V. Masahr-Nim II (Pronounced: Ee-fell)}
Age 2,359 {136 at death}
Gender Male
Species Starstrider Elf, House Procyon
Ethnicity Adelan/Aedolian
Height 6'3"
Occupation Pilot Royal, Imperial Advisor
Residence Haviah, Aedolis {Formerly: TRIM}
Voice Michael Wincott
Themesong Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead

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Personality

Ruthlessly calculating, Vey is not one to have any kind of sentimental emotions towards people, though he is good at pretending otherwise. He excels in picking a person up when they're down, being the caring and understanding father figure, encouraging them to do their best and succeed. He does this all for himself, of course, surrounding himself with devout coworkers and friends who would do anything for him or his cause, and his cause has always been and will always be the expansion and growth of the great Aedolian Empire.

While he makes everyone around him feel like they belong and have a place, he is also a strong authority figure with an immeasurable presence that commands respect. You do not want to fail him, not because of fear, but because of fear of disappointing him. However, it is known that he does not give third chances. There's certainly a feeling when he walks into a room, perhaps awe or perhaps of intimidation, that makes most tend to fall silent the moment he starts to speak. Not only is he a wealth of tactical knowledge, but he tends to think of and account for everything before he speaks, often earning him the nickname of "the Man with the Plan" (which is very original.)

These days very few people see his true nature; a zealous and conniving creature always eager for bloodshed if it means great things for his beloved nation. He's willing to do anything and whatever it takes to ensure Aedolis continues to prosper, even if that means killing his own underlings with his bare hands.

Some little things:

• Definitely has a collection of portrayals of himself in media (movies, action figures, tv shows, etc.)
• Still has a lot of catching up to do in terms of how things work and can sometimes be a little... Out of the loop with technology.
• Does NOT like robots nope not one bit.

Magic/Abilities
Umbrakinesis- Dark energy manipulation (WIP)

Relationships

History
As part of the indoctrination into Aedolian society starting at the youngest of ages, schools are filled with nationalist propaganda, a good portion of which aimed at youngsters focuses on the country's proclaimed heroes. People who contributed to the founding of their great nation, whose actions and deeds saved the lives of many and paved the way for the bright and prosperous future of generations to come.

In the wake of all the battles he won, the monumental feats of heroism as he saved the lives of Adelan citizens and forged onward towards their next victory, he became etched in history as one of the most pivotal figures in the great Aedolis's formation. His origin story just made him that much more likeable for the average citizen--a common person, like them, rising through the ranks through sheer ability and tenacity, or perhaps destiny, to overcome hundreds of obstacles in his path and become a legendary leader loved throughout time.

Things tend to get skewed as they're passed down through stories told over and over again, and the way he's portrayed now is often so far from the truth it's laughable. TV shows, movies, books, and music about him all tell the tales of a wise and just leader who was calm under pressure, steady as the sea and a tactical genius who would save his men in the nick of time.

Reality is much less idyllic.

Efel was born into an average family--middle class, however--so he was put through a military school and taught about tactical warfare from top professors, he just happened to excel at taking what he was taught and applying those concepts to real life situations. While he remained calm under pressure, it was not a tranquil and soothing calm--it was the calm of quiet, seething rage, that made his subordinates flinch as his expression darkened; he would often step out to the battlefield while muttering under his breath that if he wanted something done right, he had to do it himself. And when his men were in trouble he went out of his way to save them... The ones who were most useful, anyways.

In reality Efel was a calculating and ambitious man who saw every other person around him as a stepping stone or a tool to be used to further him along his journey to greatness. He was adept at recognizing a person's strengths and weaknesses, applying them to where he best saw fit, and he was also good at emotional manipulation. He knew well that you get more flies with honey; praising soldiers when they did a good job, and being gentle and understanding with someone's first mistake, these were all things he did well under the mask of actually caring about others. His men loved and adored him, so much so that when he rarely did slip up and lash out that it was misunderstood as the stress of such an important job putting too much weight on his shoulders. That just made them love him even more.

His victories were heavy blows to the enemy each time, and eventually it was decided that if they were to ever win against the Adelan troops, they had to make Efel their primary target. Take out the general, squash their morale, win the battle--and then the war.

The battle was long and gruesome, still mourned by many to this day. What a tragic event it was to have taken such a kind and competent leader from them, to rip the gifts his presence brought from their hands. Efel was isolated from his soldiers and surrounded, fighting to his eventual death with his equally beloved dragon Taryk against trained and specialized soldiers. The last thing he remembered was the pain of the blade of a bayonet piercing his ribcage and goring his heart, making his blood run cold as the wielder looked him in the eyes and whispered "Die, you Adelan scum."


Unfortunately for the enemy, Efel was a man of many plans, and his plan for this battle worked even as he unexpectedly took his very last breath. The captain and general of the enemy forces were taken down, and both sides were left leaderless, but through his second in command the Adelans were able to push forward long enough to recover his body for the funeral he so rightfully deserved and retreated. It was considered a draw.

News of his death quickly reached those higher in the chain of command, and a special team was sent to take his body and put it into cryostasis, among many other influential Adelan figures, in the hopes that perhaps one day the legendary Adelan hero would be able to open his eyes and see the future of the grand nation he'd helped build. And while the citizens of that great nation continue to mourn to this day, those officials didn't know how right they would be--that one day, Efel would open his eyes in the pristine white labs at TRIM.

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______I. Introduction
As if those in the heavens look down upon us and laugh, it seems these Parasites were created as a joke to the divine, themselves, and on all mortal creatures.

Most have common fears--fear of death, of zombies, of bugs, of horrific and grotesque deaths. Ophiosinensis are all of these things wrapped into one! These Parasites can be found just about anywhere in the universe, and exist solely for the purpose of finding host bodies of any species to devour the brain of and take control over the host body. This is considered their final metamorphosis: a sentient parasitic space bug that took over the body of your loved one and now roams the world wearing their skin suit.

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Name Louis Ventir (Also goes by Loa, or Yeshalupe online)
Age 28
Gender Male
Sexuality Homosexual
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 5'9"
Occupation Inquiry Acquisition Agent/Black Bagger
Residence Haviah
Voice Trevor Something
Themesong Dark Tide - Scandroid

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Physical Description
Sturdily built yet surprisingly small, Louis, or Loa as he often prefers to be called, is a spry man through and through. He has more of a swimmer's build, and is in fact, an excellent swimmer.

He wears all black, and he is never seen in public without a bandana or face mask, though he will take it off for certain occassions (ie meetings with superiors, certain missions, etc.) Underneath he is a VERY pallid man of somewhat boyish looks with short black hair, and cold, sad blue-gray eyes.

Personality
Miserable.

Loa is a person shrouded in mystery. Very few know what he looks like under the masks, and nobody's about to find out any time soon. Ruthless, quick, to-the-point and silent 80% of the time. He doesn't care much for other people and it's hard to get on his good side. He moves with purpose and determination to get things done and he absolutely loathes anyone who will get in his way or slow him down. That being said, those are the easiest ways to agitate him, and some of the best ways to actually get him to talk. He only speaks when he finds it necessary, and when someone's pissing him off that's definitely a necessary occasion. He finds it far too easy to change from serious and quiet to snide and sarcastic at the drop of a hat. Thankfully though, those times are rare as it's rare he's ever seen hanging out with anyone at all. If he likes you though, it's all the way or nothing at all--he's not very gray with his emotions. Either you're a friend or foe; and at the moment, he has none of the former.

He has severe depression and is a major alcoholic, drinking it like it's water. He also has Scopophobia, the fear of showing his face/being seen, hence why he rarely shows his face. This is notated on his Pilot profile, but only accessible by superiors.

Magic/Abilities
-Hemokinesis: Loa is able to control blood, from the creation of it to its very movement. He is also able to sense blood, a person's circulatory system, and hear the beat of someone's heart. He excels in using these abilities, from detection (being able to sense up to about 100 feet who is in a room with him and even what blood type they have) to combat, being able to pull blood from open wounds, rupture arteries, create clots, change the course of blood flow and utilize building blood pressure to literally make someone's head or heart explode.
-Telepathy: His telepathy is incredibly strong and clear, however he only uses it to communicate with his dragon.
-Minor Telekinesis: Lightweight objects within his immediate vicinity (think 5-10 feet) are able to be pulled to or pushed away from his person.
-Hand to Hand Combat Mastery: Given his profession, Loa has trained extensively and spends any time out of his apartment running sims or in the gym. He's excellent at both offense and defense, and has thorough knowledge of short-range weaponry and how to use them.
-Intermediate Marksmanship: Loa can handle just about any gun and knows well how to use them with fairly decent range and aiming capabilities. He works best with sniper rifles, but pistols are also handy.
-Parkour: Most of his missions entail getting into hard-to-reach places without alerting targets or civilians, so not only is he adept at running, climbing and yeeting himself to victory, but he can also do it in a way that's scarily quiet.

Relationships
Amontillado- Loa's dragon. It was made clear on day one that he didn't choose Loa because he cared about him, he only wanted him for his abilities. Amon has a bit of a nasty rep among some of the other dragons, as some believe he pushes humans too hard. Prior to Loa he has lost thirteen Pilots and does not seem to have a shred of remorse  or guilt over any of them; due to outside circumstances it's never been determined he was directly responsible for their deaths and thus he keeps getting new ones. He speaks poorly of those who have failed him in the past. His relationship with Loa is strictly professional, potentially abusive, and it is rare that the two of them even speak outside work hours. He monitors Loa constantly.

History
Loa has never been a pleasure-seeker, unlike nearly every other person in Aedolis. And because of this, he was often ridiculed or bullied by others because he stood out from the rest. He was treated like an outcast and rightfully learned to hate nearly every living creature with thoughts and the ability to speak because of it.

There was only one person who had bothered to befriend him, and that boy became his best friend.

Both of them showed psychic abilities at the ages of 13, and both were drafted into the Pilot Candidate Program together. But while Loa was always a bit of a quiet pushover, his best friend was the opposite. Because Ru dared to stand up to their superiors for lack of involvement with bullying and abuse within the program, and to save Loa from being TRIMMed due to the lack of progress with his abilities, Loa's best friend--and first love--was TRIMMed instead. Loa has never once forgotten this, and even now ten years later he still has vivid nightmares of the night it happened.

He hates everyone and everything, including himself. The only reason he hasn't killed himself is because he knows his best friend's sacrifice would be lost, and that's a shame that even he can't bear. He can't help but often wonder--if Ru knew what their superiors would force Loa to become, would he still have made the same choice?

By all definitions, Loa is convinced that he's an irredeemable monster. He lives with the guilt of not only Ru's tragic fate, but now the murders of countless innocents from his missions. Every person he kills is more blood on his hands that won't wash off no matter how much he rubs his skin raw. He sees their faces in the mirrors, and thus smashed all the ones in his apartment. He cries after every mission, apologizing to warm corpses over and over again and wishing that things didn't have to be this way. He tries to give them peaceful deaths, and remembers them in the music he publishes anonymously online under the pseudonym "Yeshalupe."

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Name Jackson Venner, goes by Jack, Lec, or Lectyr online
Age 27
Gender Male
Sexuality Pansexual, leans towards men
Species Werelion
Ethnicity Edani
Height 5'11"
Occupation Scrapper
Residence Comodore, Edanith
Voice Patrick Nissley
Themesong Comin' In Hot by Hollywood Undead

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Physical Description
Built like an upside-down triangle, Jack has slender hips with broad, muscular shoulders and a body builder's physique, because when he isn't at the gym he's... At the gym. That's like all he does. His skin is a light mocha tan, and adorning his torso and arms are a mix of scars and black tribal tattoos. His hair is a dark brown to match his grandfather's, cut short with a goatee and a bit of stubble along his jaw. He has a slash across his left eye, the eyeball itself is actually slightly split and completely blind. His eyes are both a shocking forest green, eyebrows dark and angular, with a strong jaw and even, full lips to compliment it. He prefers tight t-shirts, tanktops, shorts, and blue jeans on his days off.

Personality
Jack is a hotheaded sunuvabitch who takes the phrase 'the whole world is your oyster' to new levels. Carefree and free-spirited, there's rarely a time where he's not grinning or making a joke or being a smartass. He lives to enjoy life to the fullest, and can best be described as a party animal who makes himself the center of attention and loves it under the spotlight. One thing Jackson surprisingly knows is when to tell the difference between times to be serious and times to play. He can be surprisingly intuitive, and often has good instincts regarding the emotions of others; he knows sensitive subjects when he sees them, and is surprisingly caring in that he'll gladly take time out of his day to be there for someone who needs it the most. He's a good guy, even if he can be a reckless fool most of the time, particularly when you get him in the same room as his two brothers. The three of them together make the stupidest jokes, often able to drag others in with their merriment, able to lighten up just about any mood with their idiocy.

Magic/Abilities
Werelion-- Just as it says. Jack can change shape to a lion with a tawny grey coat and a charcoal main and tailtip.


Relationships
Jason- Jack's older brother and best friend! He loves the guy to death.

History
Raised in Comodore with their father, Jason and Jackson were introduced to the hard life of Edanith the moment they were old enough to walk on their own two legs. Their father owned one of the most successful scrapyards in Comodore and when he died on a scrapping mission they ended up taking over. Thankfully Jason had already been studying business to take over the family business one day anyways, so at the ripe old age of 19 he was able to make pretty quick work of taking care of everything to take the reins. Jack works directly under him, and while they may bicker occasionally about differing financial opinions, Jackson backs him wholeheartedly and knows that of the two of them, Jason is the one fit to lead.

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Tch. Anyone would be intrigued by those words, wouldn't they? Andromeda glanced back down at her comm to double-check the address. Still, she couldn't understand what the old man meant. He'd always struck her as a strange and mysterious person, if not a little meddlesome. He was one of those ancient demons that toyed with people for fun, and she was fairly certain there was no one still alive who understood what went on in that horned head of his.

That guy had been around for ages, a Pilot for just as long. Nobody really knew how old he actually was, his age on his Pilot profile was an estimate and much of his information was locked up, top secret. What would a guy this high up with that many connections want with small fry like her..?



"Ah, you came after all, brat."

He had a sly grin, with his long silky black hair actually let down for once, and his two tall demon horns making for a striking silhouette. His orange eyes glowed like they were lit with the fire he wielded, and even Andy had to admit that of the many Pilots and Commanders she'd met, he was one of the ones with the largest, most intimidating presence.

She knew the sheer physical power he wielded, she'd seen it growing up on tv, and she'd never seen the man break a sweat.

She stood there awkwardly in the doorway of the private room as he set down his cup of matcha tea with a resounding clack that seemed short-lived in the suffocating resonance of the room. She hadn't even known there were tea houses in Travica.

"Anyone would come after being invited by you, Sir." She said through slightly gritted teeth, her chest feeling tight as she came in and sat on the bench across from him. Just what did he want..?

"And yet I thought you'd hurry faster if you were so intrigued." He rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. "You're late."

"Huh? I'm five minutes early I thought--"
"Then I suppose you don't care about your future as much as I thought you might. My squad shows up to regular meetings earlier than this."

She couldn't help but glare at him; if she had realized he was going to treat this like work then she'd have come earlier sure, but he'd made it sound so strange and casual in his message that she had no idea what he wanted or what to expect. Just as she thought, he was meddlesome.

"I apologize for wasting your time. What did you want to talk about?"

He suddenly let out a bark of a husky laugh, snorting to himself as he sat back, resting his hands in his lap with his fingers laced together. "That's more of what I was expecting; it's nice! It's nice to see that time out was worth it. You grew up a little, it's great isn't it?"

She said nothing, every muscle in her body tense. She didn't know what he knew and couldn't say anything outright to confirm or deny because she didn't know what he knew--or what he was allowed to. Still, this was irritating.

"Fine, fine. You've been through a lot, anyone with eyes can see that. But you don't know what to do with it, right? The Titans are a mess right now, and from what I found your teammates didn't like you very much. I wonder why?"

Was he mocking her? She found herself gripping the fabric of her yoga pants and grinding her teeth. Stupid old man, what did he know--

"Come to Samariel."

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"What?"

He just grinned at her, using his telekinesis to bring his cup to him to take another sip of tea.

"The tea in Samariel is better. So is the water, you like to swim right? I did my homework."

She stared at him, not even touching the cup of tea that was sitting waiting for her as his telekinesis poured it.

"I... I don't understand what you're getting at. Samariel? Why? I don't drink tea."

"I think you understand but you're just confused. Allow me to clarify: Come to Samariel. Join the Leviathans. We can make better use of you there than you'll be here."

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"I don't mean to be rude Sir... But are you senile?" She asked bluntly, her shock keeping her from thinking before she spoke--after all, just what the hell was he on?

He started laughing, his cup of tea setting itself down on the table as he slapped his knee.

"Senile..!"
"Sir, I'm serious. Do you not know who I am? You just said you did your homework, and yet--"
"And yet why would I invite such a troublemaker to my Squad? I don't like to repeat myself; you've been through a lot, any fool with eyes can see that."

She stared at him blankly, her heart in her throat as she couldn't connect the dots. What was he getting at?

"You've changed, and I want to change you more. I can see potential in you, and with the right technique I can change your shape and mold you in the fire like glass until you become perfect."

He shrugged, sighing and running his hand through his hair.

"Truth be told, I'm old, as you clearly know. I'm getting bored; I'd like to retire. But nobody in my Squad is ready yet, ready to take the lead of such an important part of this society. The Leviathans have been around for a long time, and it's a lot of responsibility that they're not ready to bear."

... No, don't tell me--

"A Pilot with the experience you have is rare these days. You've dealt with it directly; the great responsibility of life. I can see it in your eyes, and I can tell because I know what you are. Your specific flavor of succubus--I know your mom, you know."

She felt like her heart was skipping beats, like it was ready to stop.

"Hey... There should be a limit to how many cruel jokes you can make, Spider. If I'd have known you were just going to spout bullshit then I wouldn't have bothered wasting our time, please excuse me." She said as she started to get up, her blood roaring as it rushed through the veins in her ears.

If she'd have known he just invited her here to jeer and torture her then she would have told him to fuck off at once, she couldn't believe she fell for something like this--

"You ate them, didn't you?"

No. No.

She was stopped dead in her tracks, back to him as she faced the door, hindered by her own damned fear and curiosity.

"That's normal for your type. Not all succubi can get by on sex alone. Not the old lines, like yours. It was bound to happen at some point or another, but for someone like you who values human life so much, it would be devastating."

She turned to stare at him, the fury in her gaze instantly quelled by the chillingly cold one staring back at her. His smile was gone and he wasn't kidding anymore.

"You're afraid. 'What if it happens again? What if I lose control again?' right? Especially now that you're back in regular society, surrounded by innocent people, right? You want to forget everything and restart and pretend it never happened, right?"

She didn't know how he knew so much; if it was his connections, or if he was just that good at figuring people out because of how old he was, or both, or neither. She didn't know if she wanted to run from this room as fast as she could, or kill him. Her blood was rushing, and her heart was racing, panicking, what could she do? Was she discovered, was she going to be imprisoned after all, even though they'd been criminals? No, she couldn't, she didn't survive all the torture and starvation and the fighting and Acis Point just for this, for it all to be ripped from her right when she'd let her guard down--

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and before she could move she was suddenly being held down on the floor, her heart in her throat as she gasped. How did he move so quickly?!

"Relax. I'm not here to threaten you or take you in. Besides, Axis Point would already have seen everything, they don't care who you ate out there. You're fine, brat." He took his weight off the knee that was pressing into her back and she gasped a little and finally took in some air, coughing once or twice. "Sit down and drink some tea."

That warm hand grabbed a handful of her shirt fabric and lifted her up off the ground like she weighed no more than a child. He helped her to her feet and just as easily guided her to the cushioned bench and sat her down with a gentle push. Every hair on her body was bristling as she stared at him, afraid.

She felt afraid, he was right. But right now she was especially afraid of him.

He sat back down across from her and let out a sigh, the tea pot raising up to top off his glass.

"Damn kids, you always get so ahead of yourselves. You still have a long way to go before you learn even the basics, like learning how to listen. I'm offering to help you, fool."

He took a long sip of his tea, clearly a little irritated. He glanced at her, down to her empty cup, and then back up at her. "I said drink your tea."

She flinched, reminded of her father's angry voice, of being scolded and beaten, and she quickly reached out and grabbed the cup and took a forceful sip of it. Spider let out a breath, finally leaning back again and relaxing.

"Like I said, I'm here to help you because I see your potential. But in order to keep growing you need to be pushed in the right direction, and sometimes that push is being saddled with more responsibilities.

I'm offering you a position but it isn't guaranteed; you'd have to do something for me first."

Suddenly the talk was sounding a little more digestible and realistic; of course he wouldn't make this kind of outlandish offer to her without wanting something in return, right? She lowered the cup to rest on her knee as she gripped it tightly with both hands, trying to calm herself, which she realized now was why he told her to drink.

"You'll come to Samariel and work on missions with the local police force for three months. It's something that's far below your rank, and I think you should be smart enough to know why I'm asking it of you."

She grit her teeth and didn't say anything, understanding completely.

"Establish trust with Samariel's people, learn the city and know it like the back of your hand. The police are just as important as Pilots in keeping the peace, and they're short-staffed lately. Do that successfully and I'll welcome you to the Squad.

In order to earn their trust though, you need to show what you're properly capable of. Every day after your shift ends with the police, you will come see me for personal training. We will work on those new powers of yours, because I'm one of the only ones that can teach you about them.

Come to Samariel. Start over and become stronger, become someone you can be proud of. And then eventually, become the leader of the Leviathans. Show the world that you're here."

He stood up, drinking the last of his tea and setting it down on the table.

"I'll give you a week to think about it. It should be an easy enough choice."

He moved silently through the room and the door shut behind him with the gentlest click, and Andromeda Messiere was left to sit there in the tea room alone to think about her future.

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Name Shen
Age O l d
Gender ? Appears male
Sexuality Homosexual?
Species ? ? ?
Ethnicity The world will never know
Height 6'6"
Occupation Giant space bird, scrapper
Residence An asteroid field not too far from Cancer and Edanith
Voice
Themesong Catastrophic Orbital Decay - Dan Terminus

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Physical Description
Strictly speaking, Shen's true form is a giant black predatory bird with a ring for a head filled with purple energy swirling inside like some strange black hole. Roughly the size of an average freight ship, he lives in an asteroid field far enough away from Cancer and Edanith that it's rare to get ships out there to pester him. When they do he tears them to shreds with his massive talons.

But you can't always wander through life as an astronomically large headless bird. So sometimes he appears in the form of a deep purple humanoid, with that same strange ring for a head and the purple energy void within. If you throw things through the hoop they disappear into the portal and don't come back out the other side. It isn't recommended though, because usually a portal will just appear behind you so the thing you threw hits you in the back of your own head. So don't be rude.

When he needs to be conveniently small and NOT utterly terrifying, ie to blend in, he appears in the form of a man with dark brown skin and black hair that's shaved on both sides of his head, leaving a mulberry-dyed tuft at the top. His ears are pointed, lobes stretched with golden plugs. His face is covered in gold tattoos, some of which extend down his body. He's built like a brick house--big and b u f f. His eyes are a deep black with irises that aren't really there; they're swirling purple voids of energy.

Personality
Shen is a simple-minded, partially bird-brained fellow who just lives a simple life out in his asteroid field. He likes to be left alone, and sometimes when he's the bird for too long he kind of forgets how to people. He's quite territorial of what he considers his, be it an asteroid or a person, he is a strongly protective bird man.

He can be a little awkward at first and isn't too up-to-date on traditional social practices; he'll forget to introduce himself in first meetings, and usually thoughtlessly skips over how-do-you-dos in favor of cutting right to the chase. If there is no chase, expect an awkward silence. A conversationalist he is not.

But when he sets his sights on something or becomes intrigued, his curiosity and impetuous nature will often get the best of him and sometimes get him into trouble that was otherwise easily avoidable. He likes shiny things and pretty boys.

Magic/Abilities
Spacial Manipulation-
Shen has total and complete control of space in its purest form; he's able to warp space and create portals, wormholes, pocket dimensions, and all other manner of strange spacey things. The bigger the thing the harder it is for him to manage, but at this point he can manage his powers quite easily and with shocking precision. He can teleport people by opening portals for them or by touching them and sending them outright, which gives the appearance of the person poofing into a cloud of purple energy. It's more of a defensive power than offensive when it comes to combat, but he can use it in surprisingly creative ways when push comes to shove; like punching someone and using the moment of physical contact to send them through space and dimensions like a glitched character in a video game. Pchooooo.

Teleportation-
Using his spacial manipulation he is also able to teleport himself as well as others to anywhere he can picture in his minds' eye, though he gets most precision by going to places he's been to before.

Basic Telepathy-
Shen can read minds or rather "see thoughts." He can also communicate with the minds of anyone in the nearby vicinity, but usually chooses not to unless if he knows the person he is talking to.

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History
Shen was born thousands of years ago in some unknown part of the galaxy to a goddess mother who looks nothing like him and is just as mysterious as he is. It's from her that he got his powers and learned how to control them. He isn't sure if he would be classified as a god or a demigod, but he suspects the latter, though he is immortal and doesn't age.

He's a bit of an introvert to begin with, so he hasn't bothered with mortals much throughout his existence; he found his homes in asteroid fields too dangerous to be explored, and when those brave enough do venture too close he tends to keep the legends of peril going by destroying any ships that get too far in to escape him. His part of the galaxy is largely avoided by any regularly space-faring folk as a result; the average sailor values their life over adventure in a dangerous asteroid field.

The ships, once destroyed, he has found make great scrap material, and so this is his also his main source of income; every now and then he'll pop into existence in a scrapyard on some space station or planet, sell all the goods he teleports in, takes his money and disappears without so much as a trace.

What does he use the money for? Grocery shopping and home renovations on his main asteroid.

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Name Aelwen [Mobscene online]
Age 572
Gender All of them? [He/She/They all work]
Sexuality Don't ask.
Species Space dragon
Ethnicity Aedolian-ish
Height 7'2"
Occupation Writes fanfiction in her spare time about Pilots who died years ago that nobody else in space gives a hoot about
Residence Some hole in the wall apartment on the Libra station
voice Mat McNerney
Themesong Mobscene by Marilyn Manson

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Physical Description
Aelwen is a particularly tall individual with a lot to them. Sometimes referring to themself as a squishmonster, they're a chunky fellow with a rather narrow set of shoulders and wide ""birthing hips"" and ""juicy AF"" thighs. Their skin is a deep teal that feels similarly to a snake's--fun fact, they shed every three months. They keep their hair fluffy on top and shaved underneath, the deepest teal on their person. The top of their head also sports two sail-like fins covered in the same aqua markings that adorn the rest of their body. Their teeth are all sharp, hinting at their carnivorous diet--a pale gray, while the inside of their mouth is a range of mauves and deep lavenders. Their fingers are tipped in long, spindly gray claws, as are their reptilian feet, attached two two digigrade legs. Their tail is long and slick, starting out thick at the base and tapering to a thin tip at the end. Their backside is detailed with rows of spines that go all the way to the tip of their tail--these spines light up bright fuschia when they're about to let loose a burst of their own version of atomic breath.

Aelwen prefers to wear comfy clothes over anything else. Baggy sweaters usually, and maybe booty shorts if you're lucky, otherwise they'll attempt to skirt by the authorities with a hoodie that barely covers their ass and some fancy lacy thong underneath and nothing else.

Personality
Aelwen is an asshole. That's the best way to describe him.

A horny bastard all the time, they have no sense of personal space or boundaries. They could care less about what offensive or horrendously fucked up things they say or how it affects others around them. They could also care less about having friends; they've been wandering the galaxy by their lonesome for a hundred or so years now, and if it was ever going to bother them it'd have started eons ago, not now.

Aelwen's favorite pasttimes seem to be writing fanfictions, and whoring himself out for spare money to use on the stupidest things imaginable--usually food, booze or stupid figurines of some of his favorite characters from film, tv, books, etc. He's a surprisingly huge nerd, and would love to have a weapons wall of some of his favorite media weaponry, which would be entirely useless.

Then again, everything she does is useless.

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History
A space dragon and another dragon had babies, and one of them was Aelwen. They were living a life in secret in Aedolis until Aelwen decided to be a royal cuntnugget and got their cover blown.

Aelwen escaped, not without colossal damage and lots of people dead from that ridiculous breath of theirs, and have been wandering around in space absolutely lost for centuries now.

Somehow they ended up on the Libra station and found themself a landlord who'd give them a crappy place to stay as long as they paid their "rent" when it was due, which they have no problems with, considering their near insatiable apatite for the D. They've recently stolen found themself a phone and have been using it to terrorize the other poor folks of the Libra in its chatroom.

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Summary:

Located in the forsaken wasteland that was once a part of the great Aedolian empire known as Ipollius lies all manner of hollow homes, husks of businesses and empty shells of vehicles, now all stripped bare and claimed by the Wastelanders that dare to settle in one place for more than a single night.

In the midst of it all lies what could almost be mistaken as a bomb shelter: Trader Phi's.

One of the only known outposts for many miles until one gets to Teinar, Trader Phi's was built and is owned by a seemingly sentient droid known as Phi. Former servant to a Pilot Royal now MIA, Phi has taken it upon himself to provide for the people of the wastes using his connections and strength to bring in the extra buck and mostly endless entertainment.

Make no mistake, Phi does not run this establishment out of good will, nor does he solely for the sake of capitalising on others' misfortune: he does it for the lulz.

Phi makes sure to do regular maintenance on his establishment, and at this point he's become vital and been around  long enough that most settlers and Wastelanders know not to waste their time trying to fuck with him.

Security:

The walls are several feet thick, built with a mixture of rebar, stone masonry and repurposed sheets of metal, and as a result is not easily damaged or broken into. The windows are several panels of reinforced glass thick, with metal shutters ready to close against gunfire at a moment's notice. Meanwhile the outside of the building is shielded on all sides by chevaux de frise, with only a narrow beaten path leading to the front (and only) door as a means of entering and exiting.

The interior is similarly battle-ready, with one half of the storefront occupied by all manner of recycled thing turned chair or table, and the other half obstructed from view behind the counter. The counter is all stone and not about to go anywhere soon, and above its surface from wall to wall is a sturdy line of iron bars to keep grabby hands from getting too far. All the important merchandise is kept behind the counter, and you need to ask for it to get it. The only thing out on display are piles of fabric and racks of clothing, some of which still has bloodstains from previous owners, for folks to take and hold up for size comparisons.

Goods:

Phi's merchandise varies due to the inconsistent nature of the wastes as well as product availability in Aedolis itself. He ventures away from Ipollius bi-weekly to stock up on goods, and visits Aedolis once a month.

On any given day he typically carries the following:

-salted and dried meats
-canned food
-bullets
-maybe some basic weapons
-clothing
-fabric
-first aid supplies
-purified water
-gasmasks
-hardy seeds
-salvage parts
-scrap metal
-hygiene
-tools
-radios

He doesn't take special orders, and there are no refunds.