Deus Ex Machina Character Sheets and Acceptance

Name: Aaron Wilson (Given name: Alfredo Quigley. Don't laugh)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Class: Demi
Godly Parent: Cassis, Godess of War
Relationships: His bro Lucian.
Role: One of Luna's Blades.
Personality: Aaron is confident, energetic and a generally enthusiastic guy overall. He is always one for a good laugh. He can be a bit shy and awkward around strangers and even when he is with people he knows he can end up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He is passionate about what he believes but can be swayed by the right person.
Appearance: He is of average height and has a muscular build. He has wavy hair that is a fiery red color which he keeps cut fairly short. His eyes are a dark brown and he has a babyish face that makes him appear to be younger than he actually is. He has intricate patterns tattooed all across his back and his arms. When he is not on the streets he wears traditional Moon Temple garb. Loose grey baggy pants, a white shirt and a golden chain around his neck. When he is on a job he wears all black, tight fitting clothes with a dark blue mask.
Gear: He carries a long staff and wears leather gloves that have metal in the lining.
Abilities:
Rallying – Aaron can rally a crowd around him and control it to some extent.
Battle Rage – Aaron can intensify the rage of a mob.
Combat Skills: Aaron can use almost any weapon efficiently, but his preference is hand to hand combat and wielding his staff.
Weaknesses: Aaron's crowd controlling abilities are limited only to direction. He can only move a crowd he cannot have them do anything else. He can only intensify the rage of a mob, not conjure it up out of thin air, and once he has done so he can't reverse it. Aaron also has a tendency to act on impulse and can't think on his feet very well. He is also very easily influenced by those he respects.
Other Skills: Mad guitar skills.
Bio: Aaron was born on the sun level to a wealthy aristocratic family. His father (who was forced by Joaquin name him Alfredo because of a lost bet between Joaquin and Cassis) to told him when he was young that he was a son of Cassis and that he was expected to join the army when he was of age. Aaron did join but did so unwillingly and it only lasted a year. He chaffed at the military's rigid structure and didn't get on well with his superiors. He eventually defected and ran to the moon level where he was taken in by those in the temple. There he met and trained alongside his close friend Lucian, to become the next members of the order known as Luna's Blades. Now he and Lucian roam the darkened streets of the Moon Level, serving justice where they can, and having a little fun along the way. (At least Aaron tries to)
Additional Info: Absolutely not
 
Name: Sylvia West
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Class: Human
Godly Parent: N/A
Relationships:
Aaron Wilson – Business Associate (She calls him Alfredo)
Lucian Summers – Business Associate
Adelaide Bennett – Airship Engineer

Role: Airship Pilot

Personality: Sylvia is a girl who’s always looking for a bit of excitement. It’s why she gravitates towards people who live on the wrong side of the law, they free her from the boredom of routine airship runs. She’s also easily amused by the antics of her friends and enjoys making snarky comments towards them. This may make her seem like a bit of a bitch but she does truly appreciate her friends.

Appearance: She’s a short brunette with shaggy hair, her eyes are amber and her combat garb includes a red blouse that bears the front of her midriff and brown fire retardant pants with brown fur boots. The holster for her pepperbox is located on the left of her pants.
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Gear: Pilot’s goggles, Pepperbox
Abilities: N/A
Combat Skills: Short range shooting, dogfighting
Weaknesses: She can be a bit of a bitch, she’s not much of a fighter.

Bio: She grew up in a middle class household that could only just afford a bottom floor apartment on the Sun Level. Her childhood was relatively boring until her teenage years when she found her love of flying and came under the employment of the Bennetts. She and the daughter, Adelaide, became fast friends and when her father became ill, Sylvia worked her butt off to help Adelaide pay the bills.
Then at age 19, she met Luna’s Blades, Lucian and Aaron. These two came to her asking for a contact in the Sun Level who could keep them updated on what was happening. With how much she was traveling around the level, she was perfect for the job. They seemed like good guys and she found Lucian rather dashing so she agreed and acquired an extra source of income as a result.
 
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Name: Lucian Summers
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Class: Demi
Godly Parent: Somnium
Relationships: His best bro Aaron (Alfredo) and his friend Sylvia, who's also their contact.
Role: One of Luna's Blades; a pair of vigilante assassins

Personality: Lucian is more the quiet, serious type, preferring to focus on the task at hand than waste time with petty small talk. While his sense of humor can be prompted in certain circumstances, when he's working, he's strictly business, and will probably get irritated if someone tries to distract him. Tends to be much more relaxed around people he knows well. If someone doubts his expertise in any area, he's quick to show off and prove them wrong. Lucian is also known to hold quite a grudge, so much so that many people ask if he's actually a child of Vindicta.

Appearance: Lucian is of average height with a lean, athletic build. He has short, somewhat messy ash blond hair and dark grey eyes. He has silver tattoos on his chest, back, and arms that have to do with various Moon Temple rituals. Even when he's not working, he tends to wear darker colors, but when he is working he'll be in black clothes with a silver mask.

Gear:
Sniper rifle - Very accurate; has a scope. Can hit a target from a mile away, max. Lucian always keeps it clean and well-cared-for, because it's his baby.
Revolver - For use in emergencies, as it has no silencer.
Switchblades - Has two switchblade knives that he uses for more up close assassinations.
Smoke grenades - For distraction or a quick getaway.

Abilities:
Healing - When Lucian's asleep, he heals much faster than normal. For example, a bullet wound in a non-vital location would heal after 24 hours of rest. Major injuries still require medical attention.
Knock out - On an unaware victim, if Lucian taps their forehead they'll fall sound asleep for at least 2 hours. Doesn't work if the person is on guard.
Coma - If a person is already asleep, if Lucian taps their forehead they'll fall into a coma, only able to be woken up when he releases them from spell. He can only hold up to 5 people in a coma at one time. He can release the spell regardless of distance.

Combat Skills: Lucian has been trained as an assassin for about 14 years. He is a crack shot, and is quick and efficient in hand to hand combat. While he's just as good fighting with or without a knife, he prefers a more fatal outcome, and so usually fights with a knife.

Weaknesses: Tends to be tired a lot, and sleeps more often than the average person. Has been known to allow his personal grudges to get in the way of missions.

Other Skills: Too lazy to come up with something

Bio: Before Lucian was born, his mother was a servant in the Moon Temple and deeply religious. One day, she came across a man who seemed interested in her, but she turned him down. A month or so later, she realized that she was pregnant, and the man she had met earlier was Somnium, the God of Sleep. Eventually, Lucian was born, and his mother raised him in the temple until he was about 3 years old. At that point, she left, unable to look upon the child she had never wanted in the first place. Lucian continued to be raised in the temple by the people who worked there. When he was 12 years old, he was given a letter left by his mother explaining why she left and who his father was. Lucian swore two things then; to find his mother, and to avenge what his father had done to her, in order to regain her favor. Around the same time, he started training under Luna's Blades, whose existence he hadn't known about until then. A few years later, another boy came to the Moon Temple, and he too was trained as an assassin. Aaron and Lucian became fast friends. Three years ago, the pair became full on assassins when their mentors retired to do mercenary work instead. A year after that, they met Sylvia, who served as their contact in the Sun Level to help them pick assassination targets. As Luna's Blades, Lucian and Aaron work to purify the streets of the Moon Level, weeding out corruption as they come across it. Mostly, this is done through carefully chosen assassination targets, though occasionally blackmail or subterfuge will come into play. While they listen to their superiors within the temple, their ultimate loyalty lies with Luna herself, their patron goddess.

Additional Info: Meh
 
Name: Nelson Zicari
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Class: Demi
Godly Parent: Cassis (Goddess of War)
Relationships: TBD
Role: Leader of The Blue Devils

Personality:
Zicari is a down-to-earth kind of man, who always prefers when people speak clearly and say what they mean; no amount of flowery words will impress him. He's blunt and straightforward, and has a nasty temper. While he has lackeys to do his bidding, he prefers to handle his personal vendettas himself. Zicari's not afraid to get his hands dirty; in fact it seems like he rather enjoys the dirty work. Oftentimes, he will perform interrogations or torture himself. He doesn't trust easily, and if he even begins to suspect that someone's about to stab him in the back, he'll strike first.

Appearance:
Once a handsome man, Zicari's age is finally starting to show through. His red hair and beard are peppered with grey hairs, and his blue eyes have paled slightly. The wrinkles in his face have become more pronounced over the years, but his body is still strong as an ox. Zicari is by no means a small man, and his stature alone is usually enough to have people shaking in their boots. His left hand is made entirely of metal, perfectly calibrated to his body, and 10 times stronger than his right hand. He tends to avoid using his left hand for more delicate tasks though, as it's been known to completely crush things with just a slight twitch of his fingers. He dresses in common clothes, saying the fancy clothes some of the other gang leaders wear are impractical and a sign of weakness. He has a gold tattoo on his right forearm; the shape of a devil and the symbol of his gang.

Gear:
Has brass knuckles for his right hand, and always carries around a small bottle of laudanum with him.

Abilities:

Battle Cry - Zicari can perform a battle cry that will instantly reinforce his own men's resolve while breaking down his enemies'.
Berserker - In the heat of battle, Zicari will feel no pain and his strength increases. Loses all sense of reason in this state.

Combat Skills:
Zicari is naturally very strong, and prefers hand-to-hand combat above anything else. Boxing is his personal favorite. Not bad with guns, but not such a great shot at a distance.

Weaknesses:
In a fight, Zicari is all brute force and no tactic or speed. If you can out-maneuver or out-smart him, he shouldn't be too hard to take down one on one. However his biggest weakness is his recent addiction to laudanum (opium). He can't go more than a few hours without taking a dose.

Other Skills:
He be skilled enough to break yo face in, punk.

Bio:
Nelson Zicari was the son of Phillip Zicari, the original leader and founder of The Blue Devils. Nelson was 17 years old when he murdered his father, usurping his control of the gang. By that time, he had already earned his fearsome reputation, and so his authority went unquestioned even at his young age. Nelson has led The Blue Devils to immense prosperity in the last 20+ years, and after he took over the automaton auction business from another gang, their stranglehold over the Black Market has been unparalleled. 6 years ago, Zicari fell fatally ill and was bedridden for months. Miraculously, he pulled through (the doctor attributed it to a blessing from his mother and Zicari's fighting spirit) but not without becoming heavily addicted to laudanum. He almost lost control of The Blue Devils in that time, but his second-in-command managed to keep things under control until he was well again. Now the gang sees Zicari as "the man who fought death and won," their respect for him compounded, but there have been rumors of a new upstart hoping to take control of the gang. If only Zicari could find out who it was, he'd take the kid out without a second thought.

Additional Info:
Because of his dependence on laudanum, Zicari isn't nearly as sharp as he once was, nor as crafty. However, he's still very intelligent, even if he does prefer to shoot first and ask questions later.
 
Verai
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Name:
Verai and Itzel Fiske
Gender:
Verai:Male
Itzel:Female
Age:
23
Class:
Both Demi.
Godly Parent:
Itzel is a child of Vindicta, Goddess of Revenge/Grudges while Verai is the a child of Krima, Goddess of Mercy.
Relationships:
Father-Deceased
Siblings-they share a younger human half-brother, deceased.
Role:
Itzel: Gang Member
Verai-Unemployed but dreams of being an engineer.
Personality:
Itzel is a stone-cold bitch.She doesn't have trust issues with anyone for those who betray her trust wind up harmed or dead. She doesn't take no for an answer and her stubbornness makes a bull's stubbornness pale in comparison. She never forgets nor forgives when someone wrongs her, though the scale of the wrong-doing is what warrants a reaction from her. If you are able to sneak past her steely outward demeanor and get in with the people she holds close then one will start to notice an almost 360 in nature. She cares too much for the ones she loves, which is a weakness she tries not to let people know.
Verai is the complete opposite of his sister. He hates the idea of bloodshed and harm coming to any individual, even criminals, though he can understand when the situation calls for it. While not naive, he is the slower-minded of the two, paired with his kindness; he is a victim of getting walked all over because of this.Over the years, he's hardened somewhat by just being around Itzel but the kindness they both share is something he is more open with.
Appearance:
Itzel
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Long, ebony locks frame her face and figure, eyes of a steel blade that cut down enemies with just a gaze. Her clothing, while not entirely fancy, help bring out the curves of her figure. Something that she takes and uses to her ability. She has a tattoo of the gang symbol
Verai shares the ebony locks with his sister though his eyes are similar to the sun which once was. He is of a muscular build, towering at a nice 6'5. A scar decorates his eye.
Gear:
Itzel has a nice pair of gauntlets that she uses when she fights. Verai carries a toolbox.
Abilities:
Itzel:
- When angered, her senses and physical attributes are boosted in an attempt to catch her target.
Verai is unsure of his abilities, choosing to ignore his godly-half. Though he is good at healing.

Combat Abilities:
Itzel is very, very proficient in hand-to- hand combat. Verai doesn't battle.
Weaknesses:
Itzel has a weakness for the people close to her, having to much love for them that could be used against her. Also, her temper can be seen as a weakness.
Verai has a limp to his right leg after an injury at a young age and he is completely blind out of his scarred eye.
Bio:
Only knowing about their father in their early years, the twins were quick to learn about their parentage from him. After they both turned 15, their father disappeared making Itzel step up to care for her two younger brothers. She quickly took to a life of crime to try and make money for them to survive, somehow finding herself a part of Zicari's gang a little after. There was an abandoned building where her, Verai and their brother squatted for a while but one of the lackeys of Zicari had brought the building to it's destruction due to a smaller opposing gang using that building as a hideout. Verai and Itzel got out alive, but their younger brother did not survive the falling debris. Verai almost didn't either, suffering a broken leg and blinded eye from the building fall.
 
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Name:

Nadri Benedict
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Class:
Demi
Godly Parent:
Unknown, she is aware of who he is but never speaks on it.
Relationships:
Mother
Role:
Mercenary Traveller
Personality:
Quiet, reserved. She keeps to herself as much as possible, her trust almost non-existent from betrayal in the past. She can come off as a bit scatter-brained as she has a heavy lack of organization and order unless it comes to her business. While reserved, she has no issue putting herself in social events or groupings if it is needed to get to her target.
Appearance:
Tan skin and short ebony hair help bring out her heart shaped face. Nadri stands at a whopping 5'0 but that doesn't stop her from being intimidating when she needs to be. Her clothing is unusual, making her stand out among the people of Auroris, sporting a some-what revealing armoured body suit, something that is seen practical among her people.
Gear:
She has a bloodhound that travels with her called Dennis as well as various blades that she uses.
Abilities: Secret.
Combat Skills:
She is skilled with almost any blade she lays her hand on.
Weaknesses: Close contact with someone can leave her flustered as that is not custom to her people and she has a crippling fear of spiders.
Other Skills:
She is very good as sewing learning from her mother who was a seamtress.
Bio:
At a young age, all she had known was her and her mother. It wasn't until she was ten when she found out that she was of a different birth, something that was abnormal among her people. Her birth father was kept secret from everyone she knew, instead saying that her father had died in a accident. Many had called her mother a whore and a harlot despite that and ridiculed her for it. Her mother was the brunt of many conversations which escalated when Nadri and her mother narrowly escaped a fire with their lives. Nadri came out unscathed more or less unlike her mother, who was horrendously scarred from the accident. This spurred Nadri to pick up being a mercenary in order to bring money in to support her mother when all the village did was furthur ridicule her. Now Nadri is see in Auroris, quite a way away from her people.
 
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Name: Robert "Beeswax" Beendil
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Class: Human
Relationships: Dead, old age. No brothers, or sisters. Possesses one or two distant cousins, and is on favourable terms with one of his aunts.
Role: Unemployed engineer
Personality: A wonderful specimen of sloth, Beeswax cares a rats-ass about another other demigod, god or human. Some would call it psychopathy, but the truth is, he's just apathetic. He dominates his actions with brutality, with his imposing figure a symbol of fear. With a permanent sleepy gaze, he peruses the world with an effortless gait. He only cares, ever so slightly about automatons. They are the backbone of his plans; raised by solely him to be extensions of himself. He holds a healthy respect for their strength and destructive properties, and a contrasting, slight, motherly love for them, having raised them himself.

Beeswax has a keen, cutting and critical mind. He is strongly passionate towards the construction of automatons. He models automatons, designing them under the figure of gods, with a goal of enabling them demi-god like abilities. He is ambitious in his goal, and ruthless in its execution. If you touch his bots, he'll cut you.

Appearance: 6'1", large and overbearing, he stands at nearly a head over most. He's built like a tree-trunk, his every-day automaton work requires him to utilise machinery, and make repairs upon his automatons. He's quite frugal, but his ambitious ventures serve to deprive him of most cash.

His face is broad, bearded, but shaven to be just across the chin. The beard is bushy, and well-kept. Upon his nose are small spectacles, bi-focal. These glasses allow reading, as well as to fix his farsightedness. His eyes are brown, with bushy eyebrows crowding above. His hair is ordered, in a clean black hair-style emphasising utilitarianism. His work is commonly dirty, causing these once-refined features to appear quite grubby after a day of work.

He wears a cotton shirt, or simply a rough blue-cloth work clothes. On a colder day, he typically wears a long-sleeved cotton shirt, sometimes with a light-fabric vest. Beeswax wears a pair of steel-toed boots, nearly everywhere, to avoid injury to his feet when working with machinery. In more professional circumstances, he may choose to wear dress shoes. He wears plain tartan trousers or just leather mostly, quite commonly with a belt.

While within the Moon-Level, he chooses to wear ceramic plates just under his clothing, in pouches. This enables a breakable barrier between him, and gunpowder weaponry.

Gear: Utilises a powerful crossbow, and an estoc. Ceramic plates, strapped to his vest (not always equipped), able to take 1 musket round, or two rounds from a flintlock.
Possesses two primary automatons: Anvil and Arc, for security purposes.
Combat Skills: Strong. Possesses a keen intellect.

Weaknesses: - Slow, not the most athletic man.

- Far-sighted, without glasses has difficulty seeing.

Other Skills: Automaton construction, engineering, repairs and early-age development. Experienced in close-quarters combat. Studious, and interested in the development of electric automatons.
Bio: Birthed from a middle-class, leaning upper-class family, with old-money. Inherited in his early 20s, due to the death of his parents. His childhood was uneventful, showing a keen drive towards Automaton construction at a young age. This developed when he pursued higher education, in which he solidified his understanding of automatons, along with his frequent experimentation. He originally pursued an academic career, following his leaving of university. This went on for a couple of years, before his eventual downfall, and shift to another career.

This career fell flat, following disastrous results under a grant towards the experimentation of electrically-powered Automatons. This caused his name to be tarnished, and left him to pursue a differing career. He pursued engineering for a while, under a larger company. Under the jurisdiction of his boss, he could not experiment, or endeavour to create more ambitious automatonic feats, leading to him to wish to split off. Beeswax eventually did so, leaving the company and developing his own private company, specialising in the construction and training of security automatons, making a decent living before being forced out due to competition.

He lives alone, in a small home, surrounded by his own automatons. Beeswax is slowly running dry of money, leading Beeswax to seek nefarious means to put money in his pocket.
Additional Info: Commonly has a cold, weak immune system. Lives off old-money, which is running thin. Not rich by any means.
 
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Name: Arc
Gender: Male
Age: 10
Class: Automaton, wind-up
Relationships: Automaton, close to Beeswax, personally constructed by him. Dedicated bodyguard, views him as a father-figure. Anvil, close-friend, and also a bodyguard.
Role: Serves as a bodyguard along with Anvil, protecting Beeswax, while also assisting him with his plans. Despite being a wind-up, he possesses the upper-body strength to enable lifting slightly superior to that of a human. However, this requires him to have to remove and replace his current arms, to be replaced with a set of heavy-duty frames. He may also assist with construction, utilising variable arms to serve many different roles.
Personality: Arc is typically flippant automaton, with an underlying air of slyness. He views Beeswax as a father figure, and endeavours to take upon his serious, yet apathetic traits. Arc is deathly serious when dealing with matters concerning Beeswax, choosing to drop his flippancy when under the imposing eye of his 'father', choosing to act near-robotically under his jurisdiction. Arc is a hardened automaton, and does not choose to follow moral codes, other than what may benefit Beeswax. Despite his attachment to Beeswax, Arc despises death, and chooses primarily to deal with foes in non-violent measures. This is an aspect of his character that is nearly always at-odds, as he wishes to imitate Beeswax, yet deep down he believes Beeswax's brutality and apathy is wrong. He's frequently discusses this fact with Anvil, leading to him becoming emotionally dependent on the wiser automaton. Arc dresses himself up as a bastion of impassiveness around Beeswax, yet is a weak internal character.

Flippancy also serves to deflect questions pertaining to his character. He plays off his weakness as a joke, however Anvil knows of this quite clearly. He doesn't want to accept the truth, that he's living a lie, to himself.

Arc holds with him animosity towards divine powers, seeing them as cowardly, afraid to aid desperate citizens of the world. Therefore, he makes it his aim to question the gods on just why they act so reluctantly towards mortal affairs. This leads to him to wish to seek out Luna, as a method of communicating with the gods.

Appearance: Long and spindly, he stands at a terrifying 8 foot. He is brass in composition, but is lined with aluminium on the joints, and on key areas, possesses a steel alloy (likely manganese), such as the head, and the tops of his fists. In his centre is a large, gaping hole, held in the centre a compact rotating sphere, turned in order to wind-up and produce power, enabling the movement of his limber joints. His form is alien, with longer arms then most would see with humans. He is skeletal, with strange curves and ball-like joints. His legs are very long, allowing fast movement and rapid turns, and slight acrobatic potential, however he is inexperienced with such movements.

Upon his elbows are adjustable joints, able to be removed and replaced. The process is painless, allowing anybody to change his arm's functions quickly, through the use of a wrench. He typically utilises three arm configurations, ordinary arms, a pneumatic harpoon, and heavy-duty lifting arms, utilising a flat-ended arm with a strong magnet at the end, enabling the lifting of metals. His ordinary arms have dexterous, long fingers, enabling fine-manipulation.
Gear: Aluminium and brass armour, with manganese upon the head, and the main wind-up core. Ordinary arms, pneumatic harpoon, and a strong magnet.
Combat Skills: Fast movement. fine-manipulation, ranged (Pneumatic harpoon), strong magnets.
Weaknesses: Weakly armoured, especially weak towards direct kinetic damage, can crumple easily, delicate
Prone to overheating, due to poor exhaust measures. Warmer climates, powers, fire, and steam can easily cause him to deactivate.
Other Skills: Shows a keen interest towards modular automatons, wishes to become more modular. Also interested greatly in electric automatons, wishes to become electric later on in life.
Bio: Born in Beeswax's company, Elveswale Security, and personally constructed by Beeswax, near the fall of the company. He was trained as a last-ditch security robot, to be utilised in fast-moving urban settings, for general security. He was the last hope for the company, a hope to somehow snag a profit near its fall. After the company fell, Beeswax brought Arc under his wing, along with anvil, providing shelter, and work, in return for security and general assistance. With this, he developed a close-bond with Beeswax and Anvil, living in close proximity to them for nearly a decade. During this time, he works tirelessly with Beeswax to produce more automatons, aiming to 'take his place', as an engineer in the future. Thus far, he's shown to be an amateur engineer, with much to work towards. That time is clearly in the future where he may take over.

A pressing concern for Arc, is the lack of funding towards Beeswax's automaton ventures. He serves to work part-time to help support the housing - it still is not enough, but he tries his best.
 
Name
Vyacheslav Kirillovich Putin
Вячеслав Кириллович Путин

"Mr High C" (underworld pseudonym)

Gender
Male

Age

36

Class

Human

Relationships

- The Leper (business associate)
- Adeline Brunhilde Mueller (age 20) ("fiancé")
- Doctor M (business associate)

Role

- Scientist
Despite being a scientist (and, hence, a member of the intellectual class by default), Dr V. K. Putin is an outcast from the rest of the research community, reviled for his questionable ethics and eccentricity, as well as the fact that most of his research has been done mainly for himself.

He, nonetheless, possesses a brilliant scientific mind, which he puts to "good" use through his research on the anti-ageing serum VKP-4h, as well as on various other underworld projects brought to him through the Leper.

Personality
Dr V. K. Putin is obsessed with preventing himself from ageing, perpetually trying to find ways to reverse or at least slow down the process in his own body. Every time he wakes up, he checks the mirror, sometimes for hours on end, to see if his hairline is receding or if more wrinkles are appearing on his face, and also to apply makeup to disguise the signs of ageing that have appeared.

He does seem to have some affection for his crush, who visits him occasionally. However, her visits have become less and less frequent, something which Dr Putin has noted with more than a little discomfort. Despite supposedly pledging his loyalty to one woman, though, Dr Putin is still very much eager to act on his lecherous instincts, readily groping or forcing himself upon other women as and when he feels urges to do so. Due to his unpleasant and lecherous personality, Dr Putin has few true friends, if any at all, though he has a large number of acquaintances.

Appearance
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Dr V. K. Putin's usual wardrobe consists of a white dress shirt with a pastel-coloured tie tied into a Trinity knot, accompanied with a black coat. His left leg, amputated just above the knee, has been replaced with an ivory peg plated with gold; Putin is paranoid that a mechanical leg would cause chemicals to leech into his bloodstream and age him faster. One of his pinky fingernails is always grown out long (about 4cm), presumably so he can dig wax out of his ear.

Many of those who see Dr Putin for the first time often comment on his intense gaze.

Height: 186cm
Weight: 73kg

Gear
Dr Putin is not trained in any particular weapon; he relies mostly on the fear factor he possesses through his association with the Leper in order to remain safe. Nevertheless, he carries a low-calibre pistol of an indeterminate model around, along with an extra magazine of 16 bullets.

Combat Skills
- Can fire a pistol (likely to miss)

Weaknesses

- Peg leg
- Lack of combat skills
- Lack of social skills
- Lack of friends
- Obsession with death

Other Skills
Dr Putin occasionally attends the opera, though not as much as he used to.

Bio
Vyacheslav Kirillovich Putin was born to an aristocratic family of intellectuals, the third of four children (and the only son), and was raised almost like a prince, wearing the finest garments and receiving training in subjects as elocution and dining etiquette from tutors. His father, Kirill Yevgenyevich Putin, had numerous connections to individuals of power, and as such, was able to siphon money from all over the place to fund his and his family's lavish lifestyle.

When young Vyacheslav was 9, he was kidnapped by a band of beggars while journeying to a museum with one of his tutors. The beggars, desperate to get rich quickly, demanded a ransom from Kirill Y. Putin and, receiving no reply, severed Vyacheslav's left leg and sent it back. Enraged, Vyacheslav's father enlisted the services of several mercenaries, one of whom was a notorious hitman and "cleaner" known simply as the Leper. After brutally slaughtering the beggars, the mercenaries brought Vyacheslav back home to his mansion.

After the ordeal, Vyacheslav began to develop a morbid obsession with death, which he had narrowly escaped. As he grew up, this eventually evolved into a rabid desire to overcome ageing. It became a very sensitive topic for him, to the point that he would fly into an uncontrollable rage every time anybody wished him Happy Birthday. His father, who used to throw lavish birthday parties for his children, the costs of which exceeded seven figures easily, eventually decided to respect Vyacheslav's preferences and stopped throwing birthday parties for him.

When he was 20, Vyacheslav Kirillovich Putin enrolled in the Tor Institute, an elite school for aristocratic youths, where he studied both medicine and chemistry. Upon graduating, he severed his links with his family, demanding from his father that he receive his inheritance there and then, before setting up shop as a chemist and an ad hoc physician.

Through the years, Putin slowly gained notoriety as a sadistic, salacious individual, willing to take on any job, no matter how unethical, as long as the pay was good enough. He used the money earned from his projects to finance his obsessive search for a drug that could reverse ageing and, by extension, prevent death, with no intention of using the final product on anybody except himself (and, should mass production of the product be possible, anybody willing to finance him sufficiently). He got into contact with the hitman known as the Leper, one of the mercenaries who had rescued him back when he, as a child, had been kidnapped, and for the past three years, has had an uneasy professional relationship with him.

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Name
Sora Yuno
湯野空

"Christopher" (general purpose pseudonym)

Gender

Male

Age

13

Class

Human

Relationships
-
Kō Yuno (age 48) (mother)

Role
-
Ad hoc "Cleaner" (i.e. Paid to clean up bodies from a crime scene)
- Various odd jobs
- Test subject (former)

Personality

Vengeful and unforgiving, Sora Yuno is not one to easily forgive those who have attempted to double cross him, and if he feels he has been wronged past the red line, will plot ways to hunt down whoever was responsible and give him his just deserts. He is quick to anger, and at the slightest provocation, will fight viciously.

Nevertheless, Sora cares deeply about his stroke-bound mother, to the point that the greatest part of his unstable and dirty income goes into caring for her.

Appearance
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Sora has a varied wardrobe, but mostly comprising second hand clothes and whatever he can find. He is usually barefoot.

He usually travels with a long laundry pole, to deter potential aggressors (the fact that he's thirteen and stands less than 170cm is rather counterproductive to this goal, however). Occasionally, when his hair becomes too long, Sora will cut it himself using whatever sharp object he can find; this gives his hair an unkempt and unruly appearance.

Height: 162cm
Weight: 42kg

Gear
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Metal laundry pole

Combat Skills
- Somewhat proficient at wielding a staff in combat

Weaknesses
-
Short in stature
- Lack of funds
- Responsibility for his mother's care
- Side effects of experimentation

Other Skills
He has a soft spot for puppies.

Bio

Sora Yuno was originally born Sora Kakuta, but changed his surname by default following his parents' divorce. He and his mother led a relatively comfortable life until three years later, when Sora's mother suffered a severe stroke and, as a result, was bedridden. Sora, then, was 9 years old.

In order to support himself and his mother, now that she could no longer work, Sora took up a number of jobs on the side, a few of which were not strictly speaking legal.

When he was 11, Sora noticed, on a notice board, an advertisement by a scientist looking to test an experimental anti-ageing drug. This scientist, by the name of Dr V. K. Putin, was offering a large sum of money to any volunteer who willingly joined his programme. As such, Sora, having calculated that the money offered could last him and his mother at least four years, entered the programme secretly.

Dr Putin had botched the serum, however, and as a result, Sora was left with an uneven heartbeat and migraines that acted up without warning. To make matters worse, Dr Putin had broken his contract, and disappeared before the boy could approach him for payment.

For the past two years, ever since the incident, Sora has been simultaneously caring for his stroke-bound mother, working odd jobs to earn money, and, in his free time, hunting down Dr V. K. Putin to make him suffer.

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Name
Aldous Donne

More commonly known as "The Leper"

Gender

Male

Age
Early fifties

Class
Human

Relationships
- Dr Vyacheslav Kirillovich Putin (business associate)

Role
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Since his early days, the Leper has worked as a hitman, killing or maiming targets as directed by his clients.

Personality

Despite his occupation, the Leper does possess some semblance of a moral code: while he has no qualms about killing for money, he refuses to kill children, pregnant women, the elderly, or those who are mentally disabled, and will walk out on clients who request such services.

Nevertheless, despite his streaks of humanity in this regard, the Leper is still a fearsome and cruel being, torturing and slaughtering uninvolved people (he refers to them as "peripheral details" and "collateral damage") if he feels it will help him to attain his goals. He is notorious for leaving nothing but a person's personal effects behind as a warning to others to stay away.

The Leper has a penchant for weed; he will light a joint and insert it into a specially drilled hole of his plague mask. This doesn't seem to affect his physical or cognitive function.

Appearance
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The Leper dresses in a monochrome Victorian-era suit, but reveals no part of his skin, covering his face with a plague doctor mask and his hands with white silk gloves. He keeps his weapons hidden, preferring small calibre firearms, but also carries a black leather suitcase in which he keeps a disassembled rifle for sniping.

One quirk about the Leper is that his jacket's buttons are sewn on the right side instead of the left, unlike a typical men's jacket; the reason for this is not known.

Height: 180cm
Weight: 68kg

Gear
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Small calibre pistol (concealed)
- Sniper rifle (disassembled)
- Jagkommando knife (concealed)
- Box of marijuana joints

Combat Skills
- Extensive small-calibre firearms training
- Sniping skills
- Unarmed combat skills

Weaknesses

- Extreme ugliness
- Wanted criminal status
- Blind in one eye
- Unwillingness to seek help

Other Skills

- First-aid skills

Bio
Aldous Donne was born into extreme poverty at the lowest rungs of society. His mother was a prostitute-turned-beggar, and he did not know who his father was.

Ever since he was a young child, Aldous had an extremely ugly face, and was shunned by everybody, including his own mother, who gave him the cruel nickname "The Leper". His entire childhood was spent selling biscuits for a merchant, a job which earned him a meagre, almost mockingly small income. During this time, Aldous painstakingly taught himself to read and count, in the hopes of entering university.

He eventually managed to successfully apply for an entrance exam, at the age of 18. Outside the hall, however, a number of other applicants, annoyed by his repulsive and hideous face, attacked him with knives and matches, severely burning half of his face and subsequently leaving him to die in a bush.

Aldous survived through his sheer rage and his will to take revenge on the three boys who had disfigured him even further than what his own mother had done to him. He bought a suit and a plague doctor's mask with money stolen from a street food hawker and, with a knife tied to a tree branch, proceeded to kill the three who had attacked him at their commencement ceremony. He was 23.

As a result of his triple homicide, Aldous was sentenced to death, but following a prison riot, managed to escape, taking his disguise from the guard's office as he went. It was then that he embraced the nickname "Leper", putting up nondescript advertisements for hitman services in the quieter, darker areas of the city.

For the next thirty years or so, the Leper worked as a hitman and a mercenary, gaining a rather notorious name for himself by performing extrajudicial killings and punishments, and even, in one case, the rescuing of a young scion from his kidnappers (whom he brutally slaughtered). This young scion, one Vyacheslav Kirillovich Putin, eventually became one of his closest business associates, albeit with a rather shaky professional relationship.

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Name: Micheal Pascoe
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: Demi
Godly Parent: Fulgur, god of electricity

Relationships: Robert "Beeswax" Beendil – Business associate

Role: Drug Dealer/Smuggler

Personality: Micheal is cocky, arrogant, and an overall hothead. If the slightest thing doesn't go his way he goes into a fit of rage and he doesn't make compromises easily. He tends to want to push through things quickly, even if it means that the job gets done poorly. He is sullen and rude when around other people, and is only polite when he absolutely has to be.

Appearance: Micheal is of average height and has an athletic build. Both of Micheal’s legs are mechanical as a result of a bad fire. He has shockingly (haha) white hair which he keep slicked down and parted to one side. His eyes are ice blue and his demeanor is hard and stern.

Gear: Micheal carries a pistol with him at all times, as well as a large knife.

Abilities:

Conductor – Michael is able to channel large amounts of electricity through his
body

Human Battery – He can also store a limited amount of electricity in his body for an extended length of time. Then release it via a shock, spark, or an arc.

Combat Skills
: He is very experienced in hand to hand combat and is a fair shot with his pistol

Weaknesses: The amount electricity that Micheal is able to channel through his body is limited. He can’t channel all of Auroris's power and large generators are extremely difficult for him. The amount of energy that he is able to store is also limited. He is only able to store as much as a car battery. Because of his sullen nature and arrogance Michael isn’t able to make close allies and generally prefers to be a loner.

Skills: N/A

Bio: Born and raised in the Moon Level, Michael, as well as his little half sister, where exposed to crime at a very young age. His mother was a bartender at the Moonshine so his exposure to criminals was frequent. By the age of nine Micheal was a skilled pick pocket, by the age of fifteen he was pulling off small scale robberies with a small gang.

When he was sixteen, a fire broke out in the slums where they lived. Michael and his sister both survived but where badly injured. Their mother didn’t make it out.

With the responsibility of caring for his little sister now on his shoulders Micheal turned to drug dealing, and eventually drug smuggling. The money was enough to send his sister to school and give her a place to live on the Sun Level. Michael keeps his operation alive by hiring help for his jobs. He only ventures up to the Sun Level every so often to visit his sister.

Additional Info: N/A
 
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