Just Some People

Name: Hartwin Frie
Title: Mole

Homeworld: Earth-CH42

Age: 35
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 128lbs

Description: Hartwin Frie is a thin man of German nationality with a matt of limp black hair. Hartwin’s face is narrow and angular, his chin and cheek bones both standing out, giving his cheeks an almost sunken appearance. He has suffered years of stressful work schedules and conditions, and the years spent on Lemuria have not helped in the slightest, leading Hartwin to age rather poorly. He looks at decade older than he is. Hartwin usually chooses to dress in dark, heavy clothing. He is often seen with a tall black trench coat draped around his shoulders, which often hides pockets for an array of small gadgets, tools and equipment. Hartwin carries with him a silver wedding band on his right ring finger at all times, never letting it out of his sight.


Info:


Personality: Hartwin is a careful and guarded individual, rarely showing his emotions or voicing his personal thoughts. He comes across as a no-nonsense individual and is quite well-spoken, and while his professional behavior has made him a valuable asset to Saberdex Industries in the past, it has also made it a capable traitor of which few would suspect. Behind his robotic exterior, Hartwin is an extremely humanistic individual who cares deeply about perceived injustices and wrongdoings, and will work tirelessly to avenge them behind a mask of stoic indifference. Only a few have seen his emotional side; the most notable being, of course, his wife. Since being stranded on Lemuria, Hartwin has been soured by his separation from Robyn, and has struggled to adapt to this new, strange world and its many ways of life. He has found himself emotionally relying on his few trusted confidantes.


Abilities:
– Engineering: Hartwin is both a brilliant designer and skilled at working manual labor. He is known for providing the White Ravens and the Fox with useful technologies such as electromagnetic mines, smoke grenades, explosive gel, video/audio recording contact lenses, and pepper spray guns.
– Repair: Hartwin is skilled at repairing damaged machinery and electronics, provided he has the tools, time and parts.
– Subterfuge: Learned from both his father and his wife, Hartwin is a skilled actor and is knowledgeable about the creation of fake identities. He has provided himself and many of the White Ravens fake passports and identities to allow them to travel to different locations, and he has proven himself a capable spy when necessary.
– Taser: Hartwin carries a heavy duty triple-barrel taser for protection against Lemuria’s array of dangerous wildlife. It is designed to incapacitate larger animals such as bears and moose, locking up their muscles involuntarily with an electric current and causing them to collapse. The weapon allows three discharges before more cartridges are required to be loaded. He is hesitant to use this taser against humans, for the shock and length of the prongs are enough to cause serious injury or fatalities. Hartwin also carries a 3,000,000 volt stun baton in the event of a close encounter.

Name: Dr. Thalia Tinks
Titles: T.J Tinks, “Sparks” (used by Fox)

Homeworld: Earth-CH42

Age: 25
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 137lbs

Description: T.J Tinks is a slightly plump British Indian woman with strong, aristocratic facial features. Her dark, chest length hair is often tied back into a pair of ponytails. It is always dyed an exotic color such as baby-blue, pink, navy blue, magenta, violet, maroon, green, or teal – T.J often changes color styles on a bi-weekly basis. T.J is farsighted and wears large square glasses that make her large brown eyes appear even larger than they actually are, and her round lips are kept red with lipstick. T.J prefers bright, eye-catching clothing in casual settings, and can be commonly seen in a thick purple sweater. Her wrists are often decorated in several multi-colored bracelets.


Info: Thalia Tinks was born into the wealthy upper-class society of London, England. Raised to be a prim and proper, respectable woman by her aristocratic parents, Thalia none-the-less carried a love for “childish” fantasy and fairytales well past the acceptable age. While familiar with the French and Spanish languages from a young age, thanks to her parent’s business travels, it was her books that led to Thalia’s deep fascination with language (in particular, she credits the story of a dark ring of power.)

Alongside studying new languages using private hours, Thalia enrolled into the University of Oxford, where she earned a MPhil in General Linguistics and Comparative Philology, and later a DPhil in Classical Archaeology. Upon graduation, Thalia found work at the London Museum of Natural History as a historical linguist.

Thalia had only been working for a year when a mysterious metal tablet carrying a language of unknown origin made its way to the museum for further study. Experts concluded the metal of the tablet was composed of unknown elements, and radiometric dating confusingly dated the tablet’s origin to be approximately over 600 million years old, before the evolution of complex multicellular organisms. The tablet attracted the interests of Saberdex Industries, who offered the museum enormous sums of money for the tablet.

Refusing to accept Saberdex’s acquisition of the tablet, which Thalia feared would be kept locked away from the public eye, she crept into the museum’s storage at night in an attempt to create a stone rubbing of the tablet. Here Thalia found an unlikely ally in the Fox, an infamous elusive thief. The Fox aided Thalia and offered her shelter among a group known as the White Ravens, a small faction of individuals dedicated to exposing Saberdex’s secrets to the world.

After two years among the White Ravens, Thalia has since removed the chains of her old life and become close friends with the Fox. Now going by ‘T.J,’ she provides the Fox with emotional support and logical reasoning, often keeping her from attempting potentially disastrous stunts. Although most have despaired at London’s convergence into Lemuria, T.J has proven particularly adaptable; any fear has been quickly replaced by the excitement of finding brand new cultures, and she has even grown reasonably fluent in Second Speak and Lexian.


Personality: T.J is a reliable and level-headed woman who is nevertheless as comfortable in a dark pub as she is in a grand ballroom. Although professional and serious when needed, she is quick to participate in recreational activities with friends. However, T.J is most at home curled up with a new book, or pouring over research gathered about other Lemurian cultures. T.J is a highly open-minded individual, a trait she has picked up from the Fox, and carries high hopes that the many Lemurian peoples will be able to accept and learn from each other in years to come. Although she is often reasonable and calm, T.J can occasionally be prone to bursts of excitement that overrides her sense of logic, leading to the Fox to give her the nickname of ‘Sparks’ for this explosive enthusiasm.


Abilities:
– Gift of Language: T.J enjoys learning and speaking new languages, and carries a strong photographic memory that allows her to retain the countless words she has learned. T.J specializes in ancient languages; particularly those of North African and Middle Eastern origin, including Sumerian, Ancient Egyptian, Akkadian, Hebrew, and Arabic, among others – although she speaks only a few of these. T.J is however fluent in French, Spanish, Catalan, Latin, Italian, and Portuguese, and can knows enough Greek, Hindi, and Chinese to get by. She has proven a valuable translator for the White Ravens. Since her time on Lemuria, T.J has expanded her vocabulary to include Second Speak and Lexian.
– Self Defence: The Fox is a protective individual, and has taught T.J how to use firearms. Knowing she is inexperienced and unwilling to shoot, the Fox has requested Hartwin to give T.J a specialized “pepper spray gun.” Resembling a bulky handgun, this weapon fires capsules of concentrated pepper spray that can travel up to 320 feet per second. In addition to non-lethal blunt force trauma, the impact creates a cloud of potent chemicals that can temporarily blind and inhibit breathing. In addition to acting as a deterrent, this can allow T.J time to escape from potential predators. T.J also carries a 2,000,000 volt stun gun in the event of a close encounter.


Weakness:
– Although she has been taught by and practiced with the Fox in the use of firearms, T.J has never had to use one in a real situation, not even a pepper spray gun. She is likely to panic and miss, though the chemical cloud can still have an effect in a narrow hallway. Her lack of experience is why the Fox still keeps a close eye on her.

Name: Gregoruk the Dainty
Title: The Dainty

Homeworld: Myythar

Age: 43
Height: 6'6”
Weight: 233lbs

Description: Gregoruk the Dainty is a homo bestias, more commonly known as "orcneas", a large and robust species that shares a common ancestor with homo sapiens. Like many of his species, Gregoruk's body is more heavily built than that of a human's, and dark grey skin and two prominent tusks give him a feral appearance. Though he may appear a savage, in truth Gregoruk is a man of high class. His black hair is kept neatly combed back, and his skin is always freshly washed with exotic soaps. Gregoruk can almost always be seen in a stylish black suit with white ruffles and gold embroidery, and many fine jewels adorn his fingers. He carries a yellow traveling cloak when traversing No Man's Land, and is armed only with an emerald staff. He also commonly wears a monocle while reading.


Info: Gregoruk the Dainty was born in a typical orcneas tribe in the cold shrublands of the Jocasta Barrens. Growing up among his barbarous brothers and sisters, Gregoruk did not share his tribe's pride of physical might and glory for battle. He found mastodon hunts a trite affair and village raids pointless and cruel. His interests laid in intellectual and artistic pursuits; he prized decorative jewelry and expensive clothing over the simple animal hides worn by most of his tribe, and sought to practice the arts of wizardry. This led to much mockery among other orcneas of his weakness and love for finer things, and not long after adulthood Gregoruk the Dainty was expelled from his tribe for the shame he had brought upon it.

Left to fend for himself, Gregoruk made his way south to the towns of humankind. Here he sought acceptance from like-minded individuals, but the humans only saw him as one of the many barbarians of the barrens. Settlement after settlement rejected him, often with angry mobs, and further south Gregoruk was forced to travel until he left the barrens behind him. He sought refuge in the Cachet Hills and across the Crookcrick River, all to no avail.

It was then, starving and weak, that Gregoruk the Dainty stumbled upon a strange mansion in the middle of a forest, guarded by creatures of black iron and clockwork. He all but collapsed at the doorstep, and begged for food.

To his surprise, the owner of the mansion – a gnome with skin as grey as his own – took him under her wing without questioning his brutish appearance. He was given a five course meal of the likes of which he had never tasted, a hot cup of honey tea, and a warm bed to sleep for the night. He and the gnome, who seemed an odd and quirky little thing, spent long hours discussing their mutual love for the fine things in life: music, sculptures, fashions, and good food. Gregoruk stayed well over a single night, and within a few weeks the gnome offered him a position as her butler; her machines could never fully satisfy such a position.

And so it was that Gregoruk the Dainty found his calling in life as the butler of the Mad Wizard, Trila Boddy, in the wonders of her grand mansion of endless magic and art.


Personality: Gregoruk is a man content with enjoying the simple pleasures of life. He enjoys expanding his ever growing collection of books in the mansion library, tasting exotic wines shipped from all corners of the globe, and helping the clockwork machines of the mansion cook up delightful meals for the mansion's few organic occupants. He is exceedingly polite and well mannered, and his more rational and grounded mindset helps to keep Trila's feet on the ground... most of the time. Still, Gregoruk the Dainty holds a deep respect and admiration for Trila in spite of her eccentric behavior. She was the first non-orcneus to treat him as a person instead of a beast, and despite his status as a butler their relationship is not that of a servant and master, but of two close friends. Gregoruk rarely leaves the mansion unless acting as Trila's ambassador when she visits the nearby settlements of Waytown and Albers to sell her machines or magical items. Here in Lemuria, however, the mansion has unfortunately been stranded in No Man's Land, on the southern shores of Lake Serene – far from any settlements...


Abilities:
– Orcneas Strength: Although Gregoruk has long forgotten most of what little combat training he had in his tribe, he is quite large even for an orcneas and still retains their impressive strength. He is capable of dead-lifting six-hundred-and-fifty pounds.
– Magic: Gregoruk's study of magic over the course of his life was vastly improved after he met the Mad Wizard herself. Although he is only half as competent at wizardy as Trila, Gregoruk is still more than capable. If forced into a fight, Gregoruk's primary method of attack is explosive balls of fire and bolts of lightning. He is also capable of temporarily blinding enemies with gold dust, weaving enchantments to enable others to resist elemental energies, summoning stinking fog, levitating himself or others, creating an extra-dimensional pocket with nothing but a rope, and detecting magic, among other lesser, but useful tricks. He often keeps in search of new spellbooks to add to his repertoire.
– Pamru: When traveling outside the mansion, Gregoruk often does so from the back of a bronze clockwork dragon named Pamru. The size of a large horse and weighing up to nine tons, Pamru's metal exoskeleton is magically enhanced and incredibly durable, penetrable by only the toughest of materials or the strongest of physical blows. It can fly at up to 250km/h, and can fire a dangerous bolt of lighting more powerful than anything Gregoruk himself can conjure. Ironically, Pamru itself is vulnerable to the electricity it spews, as electric voltage directed towards its metal body can interfere with its delicate clockwork interior.

Name: Siar

Homeworld: Myythar

Age: Ageless
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 104lbs

Description: Siar is a selkie: a rare aquatic fairy that can take the form of an eerily intelligent seal in the sea, and an uncannily attractive human on land. In her human form, Siar is almost indistinguishable from a normal woman, save for her flowing grey hair and fairy-markings patterned on her face like tattoos – simple lines trailing down her chin, the corners of her eyes, across the bridge of her nose, and dotting her center of her forehead in a vertical row. The other telling sign of her fairy origins is the unearthly beauty and presence she possesses. Her skin is pale and smooth, as if sculpted from marble, and her high cheekbones and strong jaw give her an features a hard, aristocratic appearance. Her eyes, both in human and seal form, are green-blue, the color of the sea.

Although most selkies carry nothing more than their seal skins and perhaps a spear, Siar has lost her own seal skin. Although selkies do not usually wear clothing, she has learned to wear long, hooded brown robes so that she does not draw unwanted attention from city authorities.

Info: Siar is an exceptionally old and wise selkie, rivaling the Blind Queen of the Brume in her years of wisdom. All selkies are unseelie fairies, thought to be the ancestors of unseelie water spirits and seals. Selkies are famous throughout the coasts of Myythar for their uncharacteristic compassion among faries, however, they are shy and seldom seen despite their fondness for humans. This is because many selkies, male and female alike, are unfortunately known to have their skins stolen by cruel fishermen and coerced into servitude or marriage; it is well known among coastal communities in Myythar that a selkie will go to any lengths to get their skin back.

It was this fate that befell Siar, off the coasts of Kordavrr in the coastal town of Hippocliffs. Imprisoned and deprived of her skin by her “husband”, Siar’s unlikely salvation came in the form of a strange temporal rift that has transported her to a land and sea that she doesn’t know.

Holding onto the faith that her skin has been taken to this new land with her, Siar has set out on a personal mission to recover her skin so that she may finally return to her home.

Personality: Although she is very wise, Siar hardly comes across as such. She is exceptionally shy when coming across strangers, preferring to evade their notice unless she has no other choice. Towards those who have earned her trust however, Siar morphs into a very socially active and playful individual – though she has reason to mistrust humans, selkies are social creatures and enjoy companionship. Although she is very compassionate and gentle, unwilling to harm even a tiny minnow unless she has no other choice, it is important to stress that Siar does not feel love in the way humans do. While she certainly can come to admire, respect, and enjoy the company of others – physical or otherwise – she does not create the overriding emotional attachments that so many humans have. She is a free spirit, and not even the closest friendship or relationship can bind her to land. As with most fairies, Siar places high value on the idea of trade: be they favors, physical wealth, or new knowledge.

Abilities:
– Seal Form: By slipping in and out of her seal skin, Siar is capable of assuming the form of a 300lb female seal. Though identical to any other seal, save for the keen intelligence in its green-blue eyes, Siar retains her unnatural speed and agility even on land, despite her body’s clear adaption to the ocean. Without her seal skin, Siar is unable to assume seal form and return to the sea.
– Animal Friend: Like all selkies, Siar carries an extraordinarily strong bond in nature. She is capable of conversing with and understanding animals of all kinds, and animals in turn are capable of understanding and responding to her – though such dialogue from them will never been heard by human ears. With only a few words, Siar is capable of soothing even the most dangerous temper and even persuading them for their assistance. Although she can not speak to magical beasts in the same way she does with animals, she is still easily capable of calming hostile creatures.
– Unearthly Grace: Siar is exceptionally quick and agile, moving with bursts of speed impossible for normal humans and impressive even among fey. She is capable of easily dancing around melee combatants and even firearms – while she can not move faster than a bullet, Siar’s ageless wisdom allows her an uncanny ability to predict attacks before they happen. Not even catching her by surprise is any guarantee of hitting her. She retains this grace and speed in the water, capable of swimming as fast as the average human can sprint.
– Fair Folk Traits: Siar highly resistant to physical damage, though iron burns her skin and cold iron bypasses these defenses entirely. Siar cannot be permanently killed unless she is slain by a cold iron weapon or her seal skin is destroyed, or else she will return fully formed within a month.

Weaknesses:
– Although the burns of normal iron do not affect Siar as severely as younger fairies, cold iron still bypasses her defenses entirely and deals mortal harm.
– The destruction of a selkie’s seal skin will cause the selkie to turn into sea foam and die permanently. The skin cannot be damaged while the selkie is in seal form.

Name: Kendra Harrison
Titles: Kendra Lynx; The Lynx

Homeworld: Earth-CH42

Age: 24
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 147lbs
Description: Kendra is Devika’s twin sister. The two are nearly identical, though the freckles are denser on Kendra’s face than her sister’s. A keen observer may also notice a hardened look in her expression.
Info: Born in Missouri, Kendra Harrison was warped to Lemuria with her entire family while she was home from college in the summer, along with her twin sister, Devika. As the two second oldest siblings of their family, they had an unshakable bond with Zamir, their eldest brother. They founded a settlement alongside a town in No Man’s Land, looking over a great hill.

When the huacephali moved to conquer their settlement, Zamir was killed trying to defend their new home, alongside Kendra’s father and two youngest brothers. Kendra, her mother, and her surviving siblings fled north to the town of Bolo. The journey across No Man’s Land claimed her two youngest brothers, still children, before they reached the sanctuary of the town. Only her mother, Devika, and one of her younger brothers, Tyler. Driven by grief at what she had lost, Kendra parted ways with her remaining family soon after and journeyed south on a quest for vengeance, where it was rumored that small lizard-men lived beneath the earth.

The lizard-men, known as warals, kindly took in the scarred and lost woman and have her shelter, food, and a warm place to sleep. Once she had spent a week in their midst’s and grown comfortable with some of the elders, Kendra requested from them training in their forms of combat, explaining that her family had been attacked by the huacephali, and that she wanted to be strong enough to protect them in the future. Kendra lived and trained among the warals for four intensive years, learning everything she could from the best mentors of combat and strategy the warals had to offer. When she learned all she could, she sought to learn from the battle mages. Kendra discovered a particular affinity for foxfire; an ancient and mostly forgotten Lemurian magic known only to the races of the underground. When Kendra finally parted the company of the lizard-men, she did so with a young waral named Puspawati; a trusted friend she had made during those four years.

With the skill and knowledge she gained, Kendra now sought an arsenal to which to put them to use. Partnering up with a highwaywoman near the Migma border, Kendra raided the wares of a traveling wizard and ran off with an array of powerful magical treasures. Armed, armored, and carrying the instincts of a warrior, Kendra has finally returned to the wastes of No Man’s Land, planning to return to her family and enact vengeance for all those who she has lost…


Personality: Kendra was once an open-minded, adventurous and joyful individual who loved nothing more than teasing her large family of siblings, and the art of photography, and strived to enjoy life to its fullest. However, after the tragedy that took her family something deep inside her broke. Kendra never found the inner strength of her sister, Devika, to move on. She behaves like a closed book, putting on a show of stoic indifference to the world around her, allowing the weight of her anger, hatred, and grief to boil to unhealthy pressures that keep her in a state of nearly constant stress. Although Kendra does her best to keep her true emotions hidden behind a mask, she is a string waiting to snap at the slightest pressure. She is prone to explosive outbursts, something she is not proud of. Though her emotionally fueled words can be extremely harsh, Kendra retains enough self restraint that she has never lashed out physically at her companions in anger. Her practice at keeping her thoughts hidden from others makes her a skilled liar.

Though she has hardened significantly over the years, Kendra still values companionship. She does not make for a particularly uplifting friend, making jokes and comments at her companion’s expense; but she is loyal to the death where it counts. Having already lost most of her family, Kendra is hopeful to rebuild what she has lost, though she will never admit it aloud. Although she is loyal towards her close circle, Kendra frowns upon reckless acts of altruism. Such acts remind her too much of her father and brothers, who gave their lives defending their neighbors. Those who similarly put everything at risk for the sake of a stranger are quick to earn her ire.

Like her sister, Kendra is generally open-minded about other races, species, and especially gender; a product of living with the warals for four years. This tolerance does not extend to the huacephalus, however. While her sister will merely drop pleasantries among their kind, Kendra’s hatred for the hyenamen is a violent one, and she does not easily distinguish between those who work for Aad and those who do not. The huacephalus in her eyes are monsters, and she will not pass up an opportunity to slander them with tales (many of them quiet exaggerated or flat out false) of their savagery. Whether or not she personally believes these tales does not matter to her, for Kendra’s goal is to turn as many as she can against Aad and the huacephalus.


Abilities:
– Martial Training: Kendra learned her formidable fighting skills from the best mentors the warals had available. Studying the style of the small but agile reptilians, she has learned how to use her speed to ensure rapid and lethal strikes weave around unfriendly blows like water, and turn the strength of enemies three times her size against them. Kendra has trained herself to hone in on vital organs and arteries with lethal precision, ensuring that single well placed strike of her dagger can fell even a huacephalus. Kendra prefers to strike from ambush or with the advantage of numbers with an ally, so that she may more easily catch an enemy off guard for a killing blow. Despite her distaste for face-to-face battles, she is still a dangerous combatant when forced into such a position and relies on her superior reflexes, clever maneuvering, and overwhelming animalistic offence to win the day.
– Mischief and Malice: Kendra’s primary weapons are two razor sharp wraith daggers she has named Mischief and Malice. Both daggers have hollow grips that allow small magical wands to be placed inside. Mischief carries a wand of healing, allowing Kendra to regenerate injuries even in the thick of combat without forcing her to reach for a magical item and expose herself to attack. Malice carries a force wand, enabling her to crumple enemies with blasts of kinetic energy that carry the strength to crack bone. Both wraith daggers are enchanted, allowing the blades to pass straight through armor or hide like a ghost to slice through vulnerable soft tissues beneath. This ensures that Kendra can deliver lethal hits even to heavily armored creatures such as androtaurs.
– Foxfire: An ancient magic, foxfire is a supernatural green flame that many believe is a form of fairy magic brought to Lemuria from another world – though no fae of the Brume seems to possess this ability. Kendra primarily conjures and manipulates foxfire by wrapping her blades in its green flame. Foxfire burns at temperatures of 3,600 degrees Celcius, hot enough to melt steel, and the powerful gusts of superheated air around the blades allows the daggers to cut seamlessly through steel armor. Foxfire additionally gives off a powerful electric charge, making the daggers more comparable to blades of captured lightning. Due to the already ghostly qualities of her blades, Kendra does not use this to pierce thick armor, but to maximize her damage output or deliver devastating hits to targets such as gargoyles that have no vitals or soft tissues within the reach of her blades to target. Due to the concentration required, Kendra can only empower her daggers with foxfire for brief moments at a time. In addition, Kendra can summon an animate a three-foot high mass of foxfire that fights as a separate individual. In a pitched fight she cannot muster the concentration to manifest it any longer than six second at a time, so she uses it to distract and thrown enemies off guard so that she may land a killing blow in the chaos. Finally, Kendra may manifest the power foxfire to ward her own body against even the hottest of substances, rendering her completely immune to extreme heat. Again, this requires concentration, and Kendra must sacrifice her focus on offence and drop into a defensive stance.
– Aspect of the Lynx: Adapted from her studying of transmutation magic, Kendra is capable of minor shifting by focusing on her feral nature. Her irises become narrow, cat-like slits, her ears grow more pointed, and her nails lengthen and harden into claws. Her musculature increases, allowing her to lift 400lbs. Though her claws may be used as weapons, they are much less effective than her wraith daggers. Kendra primarily uses this ability as an intimidation tactic, though the increased strength is a welcome asset. More rarely, this magic proves a useful backup weapon if she is ever somehow separated from her weapons and gear.
– Athletic: Beyond combat training, Kendra has also trained in quickly navigating difficult terrain, such as rocky cliffs, rooftops, caves, and trees. She is an incredible climber, particularly when aided by her magical gloves, and she is capable of leaping tremendous distances of over twenty-five feet even when not aided by her enchanted boots, which increase these distances to an awe-inspiring sixty to seventy feet. She is also capable of easily outmaneuvering and tumbling around her enemies, denying her enemies openings or dodging their attacks outright.
– Stealth: Kendra has practiced the art of stealth, and is adept at shrinking into the shadows to sneak by guarded areas unnoticed. Her movement is as quiet as a cat’s, and she can be difficult to spot even by those with particularly sharp vision. Kendra prefers to ambush her opponents, ensuring a quick and clean kill without the risk of a prolonged duel that may result in injury.
– Magical Items: Stolen from Trila Boddy, Kendra carries a small arsenal of magical items in an effort to give herself every possible advantage she can. Her three-cornered hat, the most prized of her possessions, analyzes her enemies and allow her visualize and target the weak points of creatures she is unfamiliar with, such as machines, plants, and the undead. With the proper command phrase, her polished leather boots are enchanted to boost her sprinting speed from 22mph to a blistering 40mph, allowing her to leap gaps over sixty feet across, though the magic only has enough power to fuel the boots for a minute on any given day – Kendra prefers short bursts of speed to conserve their power. Less obviously magical are her gloves, which enhance her already commendable agility and allow her to climb sheer walls, thick leather bracers that dampen the sound of her movement for increased stealth and enhance the power of her thrusts, a black cloak that wars her against magical attacks, an amulet worn around her neck that makes her body more resilient against toxins and disease, and a chain shirt as light as silk that protects her without hampering her agility. Kendra also carries a variety of elixirs used to enhance her agility, intelligence, and endurance, or protect her mind from magic that would seek to control it.


Weaknesses:
– Though her raw physical skills are formidable, Kendra relies on her magic weapons and gear to win her the edge over much larger and stronger opponents such as gargoyles, huacephalus, and adrotaurs. Being subjected to anti-magic, such as Trila Boddy’s spell, can drastically weaken her offensive capacity and leave her with only mundane weapons and training.
– Memories of her father and brother’s deaths have made Kendra fearful of engaging in a fair fight against powerful enemies. She would much rather strike from ambush or with the aid of a companion, where she can take advantage of the chaos and catch enemies off guard for quick and easy kills. She is quick to retreat to fight another day if things start to go south.
– Fucking Scent!

Name: Daelis Kitander

Homeworld: Rostelda

Age: 182
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 108lbs

Description: Daelis, like many Kuu’Vari, has long, pointed ears, snow-white hair, and pale skin like marble. He is thin, though more muscular than Caelhel, and his hair is kept no longer than a few inches, in sharp contrast to his brethren. One of Daelis’s blue eyes are kept hidden by an eyepatch, which he wears to protect his vision in the event that he stumbles upon the Blind Queen. He wears only light, loose-fitting clothing, relying on his experience and agility to avoid damage.


Info: Born in the Brume shortly after the arrival of the Kuu’Vari, Daelis’s life has been full of pain. As young children, he and his were lured away from their clain by a malicious unicorn, which kidnapped and enslaved the two young children until they reached adulthood. After it had finished using them for its own purposes, the unicorn delivered the pair to the pixies, who kept them as living trophies for over one hundred and twenty years. Believing they can been reconditioned by the unicorn, the pixies avoided using memory wiping elixirs to avoid the hassle of reconditioning them themselves. It was only by the intervention of another elven warrior that Daelis and his sister’s eyes were opened to the truth of their plight, and on the elf’s orders the siblings fled back to their forgotten tribe.

Nursed back to health and given shelter, Daelis and his sister were retaught the culture and education of the moon elves, and, like many young men and women, were trained in the art of combat so that they could repel attacks by their unseelie neighbors.

Daelis’s hundreds of years of experience with the fey proved valuable to the Kuu’Vari, who were able to make use of his information to locate and destroy the burrows, trees, and circles of pixies, dryads, and satyrs. His victories allowed the elves to push back against their aggressors and regain lost ground for the first time in a hundred years, and King Themyar Ruanal soon promoted Daelis to the rank of captain.

But their victories held dire consequences for Daelis, and the rest of his clan. The Brume’s darkest horrors began to replace the fey driven off: murklings, thistles, imps and kelpies. They began to target the vulnerable members of the tribe: the sick, the elderly, and especially the children, to be devoured or transformed into new monsters. The losses soon attracted the attention of the dangerous ansyral, who sought to sooth the survivors by taking their grief, and with it all emotions, joy, and self-identity. Though the elves eventually escaped into the swamps, Daelis’s sister was among those captured by the anysral, left as only a shell of her former self.

Daelis has since been driven to hatred. Hatred at himself for his vengeful actions that caused such disastrous consequences. Hatred for the fey that have caused him, his sister, and his tribe so much pain. For many years, like the rest of his kind, he has been content to hide in the swamps out of fear of provoking another attack, raising his blade only to help unwary travelers that have found themselves inside the depths of the Brume…


Personality:
Towards elves, humans, and other mortal races, Daelis is a polite and deeply sympathetic individual, though his limited childhood development has left him clumsy at social interaction. While well spoken, Daelis often comes off as aloof and closed off, in contrast to his true feelings. He has seen too much tragedy and death in his lifetime and refuses to allow such things to affect the lives of others, even strangers that travel to the Brume, and is eager to give his advice and protection even if not always wanted. In regards to fey, however, Daelis can show a much darker side. He holds a deep hatred and distrust for all fey, whether they be harmful or not. Part of this is anger at what he and his sister and their people have suffered through, but most of it is out of fear that such things will happen again.


Abilities:
– Elven Blood: As a Kuu’Vari, or moon elf, Daelis is physically lighter and more agile than the average human. The fae heritage of the elves makes them more resistant to enchantments than the average creature of similar mental strength, and their eyes and ears are particularly keen. Daelis can see twice as far as a human on a moonlit night.
– Swordplay: Daelis’s skill with the blade is envied by the other warriors of his tribe. He is a master of defensive combat, parrying and avoiding blows before countering at the precise moment for lethal damage. Though not cold iron, his insightful strikes have been able to wound even highly resistant fey by targeting weak points. His sword is enchanted, allowing him to stand a chance against the deadly ansyral.
– Marksmanship: Daelis carries a shortbow as a secondary weapon. While a competent shot, the bow is not enchanted and he lacks the precise aim to land especially damaging hits. Even the weaker fey, such as satyrs, can shrug his arrows off with little to no damage.
– Tree Runner: Daelis knows the trees are the safest path through the Brume, far from the jaws of most predators. In spite of his small size, he is an incredibly strong and quick climber, capable of sprinting from branch to branch. He is not as quick as Caelhel, however, nor is he as strong of a climber.

Name: Mahendra Rattan 

Homeworld: Earth-CH42

Age: 52
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 192lbs (210lbs with prosthetic arm)

Description: Mahendra Rattan is a tall, heavily built Indian man, with strong, well-defined muscles in spite of his age. Rattan’s short hair and thick beard are entirely dark silver, as are his eyes – the result of many long years of channeling bioteratic energy – which stand out against his brown skin, wrinkled with age and stress. Rattan’s left arm is missing at the shoulder, after a terataur crushed the cockpit of his colossi armor. He wears an expensive aluminum prosthetic arm given a thin coat of gold paint, wired into his brain using technology similar to that which allows a sentinel to control colossi armor. Rattan usually can be seen in uniform: a navy blue suit decorated with medals he has received over his many years of service.


Info: Rattan is one of the oldest surviving sentinels, and among the first ever conscripted into the war against the terataurs. He has seen the creation of the S.E.D.D first-hand and has lived under their laws for nearly thirty years. Rattan also holds the distinction of currently wearing the oldest active Brawler-Grade colossi armor: the CGB-55 “Praetorian”.

Rattan’s age and experience has turned him into one of the S.E.D.D’s finest sentinels, but he has suffered from several devastating defeats over his military career, resulting in the deaths of many of his teammates and students, as well as the loss of his left arm. This injuries, coupled with his age, have seen him demoted to Fireteam Delta, the lowest ranking fireteam in Citadel Cairo. There, Rattan acted as a teacher to new conscripts, using the less intensive missions offered to Fireteam Delta to give new sentinels a chance to develop their skills in the field so they could be promoted to higher ranking fireteams.

Due to his experience and his mentorship, Rattan was highly respected in Citadel Cairo even by the talented members of Fireteam Alpha, many of whom were once his students. Notably, this respect did not extend to his subordinate teammate, Gameela Mohab, a fierce critic of the S.E.D.D’s exploitation and treatment of sentinels and their practice of forced conscription. Rattan by contrast, an “old blood” member of the S.E.D.D since their creation, has largely accepted and supported these practices as necessary in the campaign against the terataurs, leading to heated disagreements between the two, with Rattan believing her to be dangerously disruptive to a reliable and stable system in times of war.

In 76 AC, Fireteam Delta – then consisting of Rattan, Gameela, fellow sentinel Nevin Stojanov and new recruit Alondra Melo Vaz – was sent on a rescue operation to Tartarus after the disappearance of Fireteams Alpha and Bravo. The mission ended in disaster just outside the borders of Tartarus when Fireteam Delta and their crew were warped to Lemuria in the middle of an assault by Nandi. The tragedy ended in the death of the sentinel Nevin Stojanov, and has reduced Fireteam Delta to a three-man party.

Left stranded in the desert of No Man’s Land, Fireteam Delta was able to locate Citadel Cairo, but the city of Cairo itself was nowhere to be found. In its place was London, warped onto the coastline of Lake Serene. Fireteam Delta is the only remaining fireteam in the London area, and indeed all of Lemuria, and Rattan has been worked to the brink attempting to protect the population of London with a severely weakened fighting force. He has not lost his optimism, however, and has helped to kickstart a new program dedicated to seeking out and conscripting bioteratic sensitive individuals in Lemuria.


Personality: Although he is an experienced soldier, Rattan is a gentle and patient individual who rarely resorts to force against his fellow men, preferring a diplomatic approach to conflicts. He is good at sympathizing with people and listening to them in their times of need, and has helped ease many new conscripts – from adults to children – into their new life at the S.E.D.D. Rattan happily offers his time and money to help them adjust to their new status as celebrity figures, and sees himself as both a guide and a surrogate father to many of his recruits. His patience is broken only rarely, usually by extreme displays of rebellion against the order established by his superiors in the S.E.D.D. His stubborn support of the S.E.D.D is not a product of passion or pride, however, as decades of living under these often harsh laws have convinced Rattan that there is no better way, and that fighting the established order is a futile endeavour. Rattan’s attempts to gently lead new sentinels into compliance is as much an attempt to protect them from punishment as it is a belief that S.E.D.D’s practices are necessary to ensure its survival.


Abilities:

– Combat Training: Rattan has trained extensively in close-combat techniques, more so than most sentinels, due to his role in wearing Brawler-Grade colossi armor. Rattan is trained in a unique form of martial art known as Livyatan, a style designed to fight against a wide variety of non-humanoid enemies. Rattan is also professionally trained in Kalaripayattu, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, and Kushti. While a powerful hand-to-hand combatant on all fronts, including ground fighting, Rattan’s experience with Kalaripayattu also gives him extraordinary proficiency with swords, shields, and spears.

–Weaponry: Rattan carries a semi-automatic 9mm pistol as a side arm for protection against Lemuria’s dangerous wildlife and potential assassins. He is a decent shot, but refrains from firing unless no diplomatic option is available.

– Prosthetic Arm: Rattan’s prosthetic arm is given strength by artificial muscle fibers that mimic human muscle, but are fifty times stronger. This gives his prosthetic arm incredible strength, capable of easily matching with Rattan’s bioteratic powers. Rattan is also capable of channeling his bioteratic abilities through this arm just as he would with colossi armor. The outer shell is made of nanosteel, making it a strong last-resort shield as well, capable of easily deflecting high-powered bullets.


Weaknesses:
– Rattan’s metabolism is extraordinarily high in order to meet the energy requirements demanded by bioteratic energy. By channeling bioteratic energy, Rattan can run out of fuel quickly, and is usually left starving after an intensive period of training. Rattan must rely on specialized drinks made with terataur blood to provide his body with enough energy for training or combat, and depriving him of such substances can deplete his stamina in a fight significantly.

Name: Iza Dythun
Title: The Chosen

Homeworld: Rostelda

Age: 370 (appears to be in her late 30s or early 40s)
Length: 24ft long
Height: 8-9ft (reared up) (Human torso is proportional to that of a 6'7" woman.)
Weight: 850lbs

Description:
(Warning: Picture contains bare breasts.)

(These are not exact designs. Just the closest I could find to what I was imagining.)

Iza Dython is a Noble Lamia, a half-demon with a demonic parent of great power and prestige. Iza resembles a human woman – though a particularly large one – from the waist up, powerfully built with strongly defined muscles. Her skin is brown, and her aristocratic facial features are almost masculine in appearance, with a strong chin and cheek bones that give her an almost androgynous appearance, were it not for her bare chest. Her dark-brown braided dreadlocks reach almost to her waist. Iza's eyes are distinctly inhuman: brilliant yellow and almost glowing, with narrow, slit-like pupils. The lower half of Iza's body, from the waist down, resembles the shape of a massive serpent. Her powerful coils are massive, nearly two-feet thick in some places, and made of almost pure muscle. Her coils are armored in brilliant emerald-green scales that glisten when exposed to light. The underside of her body is comparatively smooth, lined with pale ribbed scales.

Iza rarely wears clothing in the traditional sense, but she is almost always decorated in beautiful jewellery: including any combination of circlets, wrist cuffs, elaborate chokers and necklaces, and body chains decorating her chest, arms, waist, and even her face. She has even gone as far as to modify jewellery for the end of her tail (yes, I know this isn't a tail, use your imagination).



Info: Iza Dython is the leader of the Lamia cult, in the temple of Etu-Esharra, a dark and ancient place where ritual sacrifices and orgies in devotion to a demonic god is the norm. She is one of the high priestesses of a demonic entity known as the Dark Prince. Iza is one of the Chosen – a rare priestess 'chosen' by the Dark Prince as his most loyal servant by visiting them in the dead of night and taking them as a lover. She is a Noble Lamia, born from a demonic mother that serves the Dark Prince's armies as a general. Iza's prestige is unparalleled among the Lamias, and even weaker demons have been known to show her respect. Through Iza's leadership, the Lamias have captured and sacrificed more souls to the Dark Prince than any other group in recorded history. Despite her fearsome reputation, Iza is considered a radical among the Lamias for her gentler attitude towards the male slave population. Iza remembers why the Lamias originally came into being so long ago: as a group of half-demons struggling to find family, kinship, and a place in a world where they did not belong. She believes the harsh discrimination of her matriarchal society is at odds with the Lamia's original purpose, and strives to slowly introduce changes into their society. While her views have seen some backlash, none have dared to take a stand against her, as they have seen with their own eyes Iza's terrifying capabilities before the altar.

Upon arriving to Lemuria not long ago, Iza has been faced with the prospect of keeping her panicking people under control, tasked with convincing them that their demon god had not abandoned them. Her seeming salvation arrived soon in the form of Va’ggoru, the Phoenix King, who tricked the Lamias into believing he was a messenger for the Dark Prince, and that he had replaced Besmal as the High Chosen of this new material plane. Although Iza was no fool, her desperation to reunite with her beloved lord and her utter devotion to his will led her to accepting Va'ggoru's offer. The Lamias have now pledged their service to Va’ggoru, believing that they are serving the Dark Prince’s will, and Iza Dython personally oversees captives that may have potential as branded servants of Va'ggoru. Those she deems unworthy are usually sacrificed or given to the few demons still in Etu-Esharra in an effort to breed more Lamias.



Personality: Iza is devoted beyond all else, dedicated to nothing more than serving her demonic god in any way she can. She is second in value only to Besmal, the Cursed One, a fact that Iza is deeply envious of. Her devotion to the Dark Prince is one born from lust, which has slowly twisted into unconditional adoration and love. She despises Besmal's position as High Chosen, desiring nothing more than to prove herself worthy as the Dark Prince's future Queen. Iza will commit atrocious acts without hesitation to please her lord if she believes it is his will, including horrific sacrificial rituals, throwing prisoners to demons to breed more Lamias, and aiding Va'ggoru in performing the Ritual of Rebirth. Her unwavering loyalty to the Dark Prince and the ways of demon-kind have forged Iza into a monster beyond even the other Chosen.

Outside her dangerous religion, however, Iza possesses an unusual level of generosity and kindness for a Lamia. She is rarely needlessly cruel unless she feels she must make an example of a prisoner or a rebel, and although she practices slavery, her treatment of her slaves is considerably kinder than her peers. Iza also advocates for an end to the discrimination of Lamia males, and is currently taking advantage of the confusion of their displacement to Lemuria to slowly introduce equal rights to her people. Iza believes that the Lamias are meant to support each other as family in a world that would shun them for their religion and their heritage. Unfortunately, this means that Iza is willing to enslave more mortals than usual as labors and entertainment, including females as well as males. Iza is incredibly vain even for a Lamia, wearing elaborate jewellery made from the finest treasures and materials in her vast collection, surrounding herself in beautiful slaves, and decorating her temple with some of the most astounding tapestries, paintings, and sculptures in the land. Her pride extends to her personality: she is immensely stubborn and refuses to entertain the possibility that she might be wrong. This has been extremely useful to Va'ggoru, as Iza's arrogance easily blinds her to his true nature and intentions.





Abilities:

CURVED… SWORDS: Iza wields a pair of large scimitars, enchanted with unholy energy. These magical weapons are especially dangerous to celestials and those pure of heart. Iza is a highly skilled warrior with the blade, taking after her demonic mother, and is quite capable of besting the other lamias in single combat. Her scimitars are lightweight in spite of their size, very quick and easily maneuverable. They are excellent cutting weapons, and her strength allows them to shear through light and medium armors. The scimitars are Iza’s primary weapons; she usually only resorts to her magic when she feels outnumbered or otherwise seriously threatened. If faced against an evil enemy or fiend Iza may use her magic to transform the aura of the scimitars into holy energy instead.

Demonic Strength: Iza boasts incredible strength, even for her size. She is capable of lifting up to 1,800lbs off the ground. Her thick coils are even stronger, built like those of a massive python and capable of constricting prey with 120lbs per-square inch. She has been known to kill or even crush human-sized prey within less than half a minute in her lethal grip, but more commonly, Iza uses this opportunity to use her mind deadening touch to drain a victim’s will and fog their senses, so they may be easily captured as a slave or a sacrifice.

Mind Dulling Touch: Through touch, Iza may cloud her enemy's mind, dulling their senses, judgement, and willpower and making them more susceptible to her illusions and enchantments. These effects become more hampering with each application, and an enemy who has suffered enough from this attack may pass out entirely. This is the primary method Lamias use to capture slaves and sacrificial victims. The effect is not permanent, and even a victim rendered unconscious by this attack can make a full recovery in about two weeks (though healing magic greatly speeds the process.) Those of sufficiently strong wills can overcome this magical drug without adverse effects, but due to the nature of the magic, once it has taken hold it can become more difficult to resist as the victim's willpower is slowly eroded.

Half-Demon: Iza is especially resilient due to her demonic blood. She is highly resistant to electricity, shrugging off weaker hits completely and easily capable of weathering stronger ones. Like fey, Iza is also highly resistant to physical damage, requiring cold iron or exceptionally hard blows to breach her skin and scales. Unlike fey, however, Iza is vulnerable to holy/white magics and weapons, as well as aethereal attacks. Iza is immune to the effects of poisons and venoms, and has a high resistance to magic, most of which is deflected by her demonic aura, except those cast by the most talented of casters.

Illusions & Enchantments: As with most Lamias, Iza carries inborn magical abilities. She is capable of creating realistic illusions that fool the eyes, ears, and nose, and can trick her enemies and lead victims into traps. Like most Lamias, she may use these illusions to assume a human guise, fooling even the sense of touch and pressure, but she may not use these illusions to attack or deal damage. Iza may also use enchantments to sway enemies and victims to her side, charming them into believing she is their ally or forcing them to carry out reasonable commands. She is unable to completely control creatures, however. She may only sway their allegiance or cause them to carry out her orders, so long as those orders do not contradict the creature's morals and ethics. Her enchantments are useless against animals or monsters.

Sand Manipulation:
Iza is capable of manipulating (though not creating) sand. Most commonly, she uses this power to erect barriers or as a means of attack: blasting her foes with brief, hurricane-force winds of sharp grit that can flay bare skin and flesh and knock her enemies prone. This attack is known to be coarse, rough, irritating, and gets in everywhere.

Black Magic:
Iza is one of the high priestesses of the demonic lord she has pledged her services to. As one of The Chosen, Iza has gained knowledge of ancient and forbidden black arts. Her magic can be divided into four flavors:

• Domain of Darkness: Iza’s lord is one of darkness, and so she has learned to manipulate the shadows to honor his name. She is capable of not only plunging large areas (up to sixty feet in diameter) into pitch black conditions unbreachable by most normal or magical light, she is also capable of solidifying darkness to wear as a black shroud of armor, or infusing it with unholy energy to weaponize it. Weaponized darkness manifests as a thick black fog that slowly poisons the souls of living creatures caught within it, weakening them over a long period of time until they drop unconscious. Alternatively, it can be fired in concentrated bolts, weakening those hit and freezing their flesh as if hit with frostbite.
  
• Domain of Suffering: Of all The Chosen, Iza Dythun is perhaps the most cruel. She has learned that some demons crave the souls of sacrificial victims that have suffered hours or even days of torture before being brought to the altar. While her lord is – among the Lamias at least – known as a Prince of Pleasure rather than one of torment, Iza has none-the-less learned dark, sadistic curses, so that she may be ready to serve her lord’s sacrificial requests should he desire a change of pace. Her knowledge also serves as deadly form of combat magic. Iza is capable of incapacitating her enemies with excruciating curses that may leave them writhing helplessly on the floor for anywhere between thirty seconds to up to two minutes at a time, should their bodies or willpower be overcome by the curse. Less agonizing, though still painful curses may weaken enemies with distracting aches and flares. Iza may also thin the blood of her enemies, leaving them much more susceptible to blood loss, or corrupt an area with a curse that corrupts healing magic, harming the recipients rather than healing their injuries.
  
• Demonic Magic: Iza’s demonic heritage grants her unusual demonic magics unseen in most mortals. She is capable of wielding corruptive unholy energies that can damage the souls and bodies of celestials and mortals of pure hearts.
  
• Necromancy: Iza is by no means a dedicated necromancer, but the presence of walking, mummified corpses in the depths of her temple means she has kept in practice. She has learned to command these undead creatures, and has furthermore learned to plant seeds of undead into her sacrificial victims through touch, giving her people undead shadows that guard their home. Iza is able to magically desecrate small locations such as rooms or small buildings, hampering holy magic and increasing the potency of her own dark magic. Most terrifying of all, however, is her ability to use necromantic curses to fuel terrible sacrificial rites. Iza is capable of desiccating her victims, draining them dry of moisture through touch and possibly even mummifying them in minutes. In open combat, she is more likely to attempt to magically crush or tear out her opponent’s heart, but this dark curse is exhausting both mentally and physically, and in Lemuria quickly drains her of magic. She is unable to use such a tactic more than once in a given twenty-four hour period, and so it is a tactic she does not easily resort to.

Weaknesses:
– Iza’s demonic heritage means she is vulnerable to holy energy and aethereal attacks. Cold iron weapons are also highly effective at piercing her defences.
– Iza is cold blooded and fairs poorly in colder climates. She is restricted to hot environments such as the deserts of No Man’s Land and Farrago. Cold dulls her senses and weakens her physically, and slows her movements to a crawl.
– Iza is by no means stupid – years of experience have given her incredible wisdom and a deep knowledge of history, religion, and magic – but her religious fanaticism can lead to her being tricked should her enemy know how to take advantage of her devotion.

Name: Naomi Klar

Homeworld: Earth-CH42

Age: 24
Height: 4’11”
Weight: 99lbs

Description: Naomi is a half-black mixed woman, with an athletic, but still rather lean body even for her short stature. Her dark hair is short and curly – no more than four inches around her heavy bangs, and her striking sky-blue eyes are framed by hard eyebrows and a perpetual frown. She wears the grey cameo uniform of a Saberdex soldier, complete with a black ballistic vest and a heavy, angular metal pack on her back – a protective HEIRESS system.



Info: Naomi Klar was born in the northern Republic of California in an area formally known as east Oregon. Raised on a farm far from the poverty and undercities of the crowded cities, Klar was fortunate enough to escape the harshness of city life for the poor. Her family had other threats to deal with, however – terataurs that passed through their land like unstoppable storms, and bands of outlaws that had sought a living away from the police forces of the cities. Klar was trained in the use of a gun at the age of eight, both for hunting and for defending the farm. By age 15, she had made her first human kill after encountering a bandit while patrolling the ranch’s perimeter. Her difficulties only increased when she and her family’s farm were transported to Lemuria, near a settlement called Bolo.

Faced with peraptors, valjornns, and many more horrors, Klar decided to use her skills to enlist into the military to gain enough money to get her family out of No Man’s Land and into the safety of Mival or London. Klar joined Saberdex Industry’s private military, as it offered the superior pay between Mival and Citadel London’d militaries. She trained for a full year under Jason Marvulli, a burly and experienced soldier who became a trusted mentor figure for Klar – and a romantic interest not long after. She and Marvulli worked as private bodyguards VIPs traveling through Lemuria, and although Klar ranked only as a private, her experience growing up in the countryside gave her valuable survival skills that few soldiers could easily replicate.

Klar’s most recent mission to escort Agent Zhu Ziyi to Sund went horribly awry when they were attacked by a group of vicious undead hounds. Klar was injured and seemingly poisoned, and Marvulli and Zhu left her behind for the hounds as they made their escape. Angered by Marvulli’s betrayal and unsure whether the blame lies in Marvulli’s cowardice or Zhu’s manipulations, Klar now fiercely entertains thoughts of revenge. More importantly, though she will never admit it to herself, she wants closure to her relationship with Marvulli – to know if their comradery ever meant anything at all; if she was delusional for trusting in her fellow soldier.



Personality: Klar is a stubborn and hot-tempered woman, but she is none-the-less a quiet soul, and prefers to keep to herself or with a small, trusted group. Growing up on a farm for most of her life with little more than her family and neighbors for contact, Klar’s social skills are limited. They are further compromised by her stern expression and cold, husky voice, which has intimidated many from getting to know her better in spite of her small stature. She is fiercely loyal to those few she has befriended, however; Klar believes loyalty to be the ultimate virtue. These convictions have only strengthened since Marvulli’s betrayal, but her ability to trust in the first place has been severely hampered.

Klar believes that the best and only way to accomplish your goals is to seize control of your life and take initiative, relying on as little outside support as possible, as any support freely given can be quickly taken away. She is willing to disregard the law if necessary; laws meant nothing on her farm growing up, and she has little respect for it even after undergoing military discipline. Her willingness to take charge left her at odds frequently with many of her superiors, though a few, such as Marvulli, appreciated her spirit and saw fit to make the most of it. Unlike many, Klar is also willing to kill in a fight, and has done so in the past on several occasions. The coldness of which she does so can be quite off-putting to allies. However, Klar doesn’t seek out violence, and she has argued quite fiercely with past superiors in the Saberdex military about morally dubious orders. She will kill only targets that present a clear threat to her or her ally’s survival. Perhaps the only exception is when faced with betrayal; Klar has very little tolerance for backstabbers and will seek out those who have wronged her with vengeance.



Abilities:

– Marksmanship: Klar carries a military-grade 5.56 caliber rifle. The weapon is gas-operated, and measures at 30 inches in length – compact, lightweight, and easier to carry than a full-length rifle. The rifle uses 30 round box magazines, and can switch between semi-automatic (one round per trigger pull) or fully automatic – though the latter eats through ammunition quickly. The weapon has an effective firing range of 500 meters, but Klar is an exceptional marksman, having worked with rifles since she was a girl. She is capable of hitting a human-sized target at a distance of 900 meters, given the time to aim and ready a shot. Klar’s rifle is outfitted with a telescopic sight, a night-vision device, and a laser pointer.

Klar carries up to ten magazines on her at all times, as well as a single magazine of nanosteel-tipped rounds. These rounds have extreme penetration power, quite capable or tearing through the hull of a tank, but that penetration carries a dangerous risk of causing severe collateral damage, as the bullets are capable of tearing through the target and multiple walls behind it to hit civilians or allies. Klar uses these rounds only against massive, powerful creatures that might shrug off conventional gunfire.

– Close Ranged Combat: Klar’s extensive training has given her a strong understanding of both close-ranged armed and unarmed combat. She is capable of defending herself should the need arise, and utilizes a razor-sharp carbon-steel combat knife to do so. The blade measures 25 centimeters in length. Klar’s small size does her no favors in unarmed combat, however, and despite her training she can be easily overpowered by stronger opponents.

– Survivalist: One of Klar’s most useful skills is her knowledge of wilderness survival that she has gained growing up in the sparsely populated countryside. Klar was taught to hunt, and is skilled at tracking creatures through the wilderness, setting traps for small animals, building shelters and fires, and foraging for foods safe to eat. These skills make her a valuable asset in Lemuria’s dangerous wilderness, though she is much more intimately familiar with northern regions such as Migma and northern No Man’s Land than she is the deserts and tropics of the south.

– HEIRESS System: The heavy, metallic back-pack-like device Klar carries is an advanced personal armor device: a Hyposensitised External Iron-Responsive Electromagnetic Shield Screen system, or HEIRESS system for short. The device radiates an electromagnetic field around the wearer while activated, finetuned to respond specifically to iron. The field serves to “push” away iron materials away from the wearer with magnetic force, radiating more force the more velocity the projectile has. Although it has its limits, and can only slow down – not deflect – bullets, the HEIRESS system can still save a life by reducing the velocity of the projectile and the damage down to the wearer. It is also excellent for defence against even the sharpest blades, as it is capable of repelling or drastically slowing these strikes. The HEIRESS system is also extremely effective against less modern projectiles, such as arrows and bolts, provided the heads are made of iron iron-based metals. Against flesh – be they punches, claws, or fangs, the HEIRESS may reduce the damage done by repelling the iron traces in the blood, but it can only offer minor defence and, at best, only prevent greater injury. The HEIRESS system requires an enormous about of power to operate – 90% of the pack’s weight consists of a miniature bioteratic battery. Even then, the HEIRESS system can only be activated for fifteen minutes before it loses power and needs to be recharged.

– Ballistic Vest: Klar wears a heavy ballistic vest that protects her chest, torso, shoulders, and back. The vest is good at stopping bullets – though it does little to disperse the kinetic impact, which can be comparable to getting hit with a sledgehammer even from small firearms. The vest offers no protection against blades, which can cut right through the material.


Weaknesses:
– The HEIRESS system can only operate for fifteen minutes on a full battery, meaning that Klar must be careful to conserve its energy when far from civilization or a reliable power source. It is also extremely heavy, weighing at 45lbs, and can fatigue Klar and slow her down in an extended conflict.
– Despite her training, Klar is a small woman and can easily be outmuscles in close quarters.