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Silas Ambrose
Race: human
Age: 24
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Height: 6'1"
Occupation: thief/swindler/artist

Appearance: it is without a doubt that Silas is a handsome man, a fact that he is unfortunately highly aware of. Silas leans on the lazier sort of side but tries to keep physically active when in the mood. He's leanly built, lightly muscled. He's got a face that one would describe as pretty though still entirely masculine. He's got a slim face, a narrow but well defined jaw, and a rather sensual mouth that can usually be seen curving into some sort of smirk. Silas's skin is pale with warm undertones and tans gorgeously, after burning, of course. His eyes are his best feature and are a bright gold color fringed with dark lashes. He's got a crown of soft raven colored curls atop his head, usually shorter on the sides and longer on top.

Personality: Silas is someone that could easily be called eccentric and despite his career path, he is inherently a good person, a great person. Silas is impulsive, he is reckless, often immature, and comes across as an idiot a good portion of the time. At the same time, he is kind, thoughtful, generous, and always tries to make light out of any bad situation. He's goofy, frivolous, annoyingly endearing. He's great at showering his partners with love and affection as he never was able to receive the same as home. Sometimes it comes across as clingy.

Due to Silas's upbringing, he has a desperate need for attention and for validation. He is an extrovert and a social butterfly but doesnt often make deep connections with people. Unable to attend school, he more or less taught himself the basics of education, though dyslexia and possibly undiagnosed ADHD doesnt necessarily make him a good student. Despite this, Silas has somehow been able to pull off some rather miraculous scams which can only make people scratch their heads and wonder how someone like him could actually do so.

Background: Silas was born to a stripper and her boyfriend at the time, then turned husband a few years after he was born. The first few years of his life were of better quality but once his parents descended down the dark depths of alcoholism and drug addiction, Silas was more or less cast off to the side, often left to his own devices from an extremely early age.

The family of three grew up in a dank and dirty apartment located in Sublevel 2 of New York, a lower income level ridden with crime and poverty. With all the money in the household being spent on his parents to support their drug and alcohol habits, Silas for the most part learned to live without. Food was scarce, new clothing was unheard of, school was unattainable. Silas was always 'that kid' that the other neighborhood kids never liked to play with, with his ratty clothing, often unwashed appearance, and clingy behavior. Childhood was merely trying to live from one day to the next. Pickpocketing and thievery were what Silas turned to in order to survive and while he was by no means a criminal mastermind, he was good enough to never get caught by the authorities.

Silas's parents died of an overdose when he was fourteen. By then he was used to not sleeping at home and spent his time living with friends or on the streets. Still, seeing the corpses of his parents had shocked him like none other. Silas doesnt usually talk about his past or the way he was treated by his parents, though he alludes to it on occasion. Following their deaths, Silas disappeared from the record for several more years, couch surfing for the most part, until he was able to scrape enough money together to buy an apartment. It was only an uphill journey from there, honing his scamming skills, his acting, his charm, stealing more and purchasing more. All of that went towards the biggest goal of all: stealing from business tycoon Alistair Thorne himself. If only he knew what a mistake that would be.

Other: hopelessly in love with and now happily married to one notorious Desmond Drey (much to Drey's eternal digress)

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Lysander (?)
Race: human
Age: 26
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: homosexual (though he really hates being labeled as anything and prefers to just say he is himself)
Height: 6'2"
Occupation: laborer

Appearance: Lys is a man who has spent a good ten years working out in the sun and exposed to the elements. His skin is a warm golden tan color, dotted with freckles along his arms and along his shoulders. His physical stature is tall, strong, confident, perhaps a bit imposing if it wasnt for the easygoing way he carries himself. He is well built with muscle but not bulky. His hair is gold in color, shot through with sun bleached lighter strands and darker strands of brown as well. He wears it parted on the side and usually keeps the length well maintained though he has been known on occasion to wear it long, past his shoulders, until he gets fed up with it getting all in his face. His eyes are a fascinating green color with blue undertones, always bright and alert, looking for a new opportunity to piss someone off.

Personality: Lysander is without a doubt someone that can be considered insufferable. Living in a world where speaking out of turn could mean life or death, Lys sticks out like a sore thumb due to the fact that he has no restraint on what comes out of his mouth. Whatever is on his mind, he will say it, and almost seems to relish in making enemies because of it. It makes life just that much more exciting. There is an easy sort of confidence to Lys that comes naturally and miraculously doesnt come off as arrogant. He is always at some point in time either smiling, smirking, or grinning at the object of his attentions, usually with the intent to infuriate someone. He is the sort of person who couldnt care less about what people think about him and doesnt go out of his way to be fake with others. What people see is what they get when they come across Lysander.

Lys is a hardworking, detail oriented person. Having been banished to the low level job of labor and construction, he considers himself somewhat of a craftsman and enjoys working with his hands. When not working and toiling for the upper crust of Elysian society, he can usually be found playing cards in the local saloon and enjoying a drink or two. Life as a social outcast for an extrovert is impossible for most yet Lysander somehow makes it work. Existence is tolerable. For the most part. It could be said that his louder than life personality and aloof attitude for life is a way for him to cope with the trauma of his past and to overcompensate for the weakness of his youth when he was unable to protect himself. He hates to talk about his past unless brought up in a cynical manner and will rarely bring up his family, if not ever.

Background: Lys did not in fact grow up within the confines of the dictatorship of Elysium. He is what one would deem a Wastelander, someone who grew up within the desolate Wastes that made up the remnants of a once civilized world and did not inhabit some sort of city or permanent settlement. Pregnancy is rare in the Wastes, highly risky, yet Lysander's mother not only was able to bear him but an older brother as well. His family and several other made up a small roaming caravan where they sold leather goods and other handcrafted items made from the various animals that could be hunted within the wastes. Lysander's mother died not long after he was born, killed in a hunting accident after mistakenly coming across a Waste wasp nest. After that, the child rearing came down to Lysander's father who was a quiet, wise, and an overall good person. Lysander's brother was several years older as well, born with a disease that made him sickly and weak, able to walk for only short periods of time. Tragedies aside, it was a good life. It was pleasant and relatively peaceful. It was happy.

Then the olive green clad soldiers of Elysium attacked one night, storming through the camp with shouts that terrified damn near everyone half to death. It was a purging party, Lysander would later find out, as well as a raid. Elysium was always looking to expand its borders and for more people to indoctrinate and have serve within the nation. It was a slaughter that night. Children and women were the primary targets to be taken back alive as children could be easily taught the ways of the Supreme Leader and the women... Well, there was always a need for more women of childbearing age. Lysander's father and brother were killed, his brother still laying in his bed. There was nothing the golden haired boy of twelve could do when a soldier yanked him kicking and screaming from his tent, stealing him away from everything he had known to plunge him into the cruel and insidious 'utopia' of Elysium.

Once within Elysium, Lysander fell under the jurisdiction of the Youth Ministry along with the other kids he was taken with. Very quickly he was placed with an adoptive family who would be the ones responsible for teaching Lysander all things civilized and all things correct. He was made to go to school to be indoctrinated, but right away he proved to be a rebellious child with a stubborn streak. He didnt want to learn, not about numbers, letters, and certainly not anything relating to the Supreme Leader and the government that had wrecked his life. He would often get picked on by his classmates for being a Wastelander and would in turn get into countless fights. Life at home was no better. His two 'siblings' constantly watched him, eager to watch this intruder child slip up and make a mistake so that they could tattle on him. His adoptive father was the biggest monster in Lysander's life, taking to beating Lysander for the smallest transgression before delving further into his mistreatment of the boy.

It became clear after three years that Lysander was not adjusting or adapting to life as an Elysian student, or as a citizen for that matter. His grades slipped, he tended to skip school, he fought with others and did not live the life of a proper devotee to the Supreme Leader. The Youth Ministry decided to pluck Lysander from school after that, setting him to work instead as a laborer with the construction division of Elysium. Out of sight, out of mind, so to speak. Though Lysander found himself enjoying the work for it meant that he was free of the hellish home he lived in for three years and could more or less live by his own rules. Things were uneventful (mostly) for the following ten years with Lysander being too busy to even try to act up. That was until one fateful night where he got drunk off his ass and decided to piss on the honorary portrait of the Supreme Leader. Shit hit the fan when he was apprehended, using an ability he had concealed for so very long and injuring several soldiers before being subdued. Thus begins Lysander's next stage in life.

Abilities: Centuries of nuclear fallout have resulted in some interesting genetic mutations among the human population. Some people are able to display uncanny and superhuman abilities. Outside Elysium, they are considered a gift and a blessing, an additional skill to further help them survive in the Wastes. Inside Elysium, people with these mutated genes are considered tainted. Lysander was born gifted, possessing the ability of telekinesis. Lys can lift objects of all shapes and sizes, and with training, can possibly levitate many items at the same time, or lift items that seem too heavy to lift. It is all a matter of exercising and training his ability to determine the limits. In order to use his telekinesis, Lysander must physically see the object. Blindfolding him or otherwise taking his ability to see will render his ability useless.

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Emrys (also known as the Wolf or Emrys the Orphan)
Race: human
Age: 25
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: homosexual
Height: 6'2"
Occupation: professional henchman and assassin

Appearance: Emrys strikes an imposing figure: tall, well muscled yet not bulky, and possesses a depressed sort of darkness that hangs around him like a cloud. He is what people would consider ruggedly handsome with dark hair worn long to the shoulders, usually tied out of his face, and sports a neatly trimmed beard or stubble, depending on how willing he is to look after himself. His eyes are deep set beneath dark brows and his irises are a light brown, caramel color. While his frame is tall and he is muscled, should be noted that there is a leanness to him that cant go unignored. A leanness that can only be acquired when one is not fed enough or properly during their formative years. Emrys makes a note to always keep himself covered from the neck down. His body is riddled with scars from a decade of prolonged and he bares his skin to no one save for one man.

Personality: Emrys doesnt like to talk. He isnt the ideal person to invite along on a road trip. When he does speak, it's usually not nice and more or less growled out. It's not that he doesnt have anything to say, it's that he knows that words can be twisted, and that everyone save for his savior is untrustworthy. Emrys doesnt make friends easily, not that he no longer sees the need for them. He is a goal oriented person who thrives in a structured environment, someone who loves to receive orders and to fulfill them. He is loyal, incredibly loyal to a fault.

He is known for being his savior's right hand man, so to speak. The person that heads the attacks, the murders, the executions. He does it all. He cant sleep sometimes because of it but he knows that what he is doing is for the greater good. It is so that young boys wont have to live in fear of who they are, so that magically gifted children are no longer left in the woods for the wolves, and that grown men and women are no longer hunted down for the magic that flows through their veins. The killings are justified. All of them.

Background: Emrys was born to a peasant family in a rural village, the last of five children. His parents were farmers though he remembers nothing of them save for a vague and blurry image of what he thinks they looked like. Up until he was seven, he hadnt manifested any magical ability, nor did any of his other siblings. A blessing to his family. Plague swept through the region not long after his seventh birthday, taking his parents and everyone but his eldest sister. Emrys remembered getting very ill himself though he managed to pull through. He and his sister were separated after that, brought to different villages to be fostered out to new families.

Emrys never liked his new family. He was the youngest still, one more unwanted mouth to feed during a time when famine was still raging through the countryside and there was too much work and not enough people to do it. Emrys took to working in the fields at a young age, just about as soon as he recovered from his illness. When not working the fields or tending to the animals, Emrys would often romp about in the woods on little adventures. It was when he was around ten that he discovered his magic. And what a beautiful thing it was, the ability to shed his human body for a wolf like one. It was his secret for several years until he was a lad of thirteen. He revealed himself, his true self, to his adoptive brother one day. Instead of awe or delight like Emrys had been expecting, there was only horror. Life went to hell after that.

The church took custody of Emrys. It was a big commotion in the little village. A boy with magic. Cursed by the devil. Unholy. Evil. Unwanted. An iron cage was erected in the village square and Emrys, who had cried and begged and did everything he could to not be put inside, was locked inside the cage. Six feet by six feet, it provided him with enough space to pace about and lay around, but there was no privacy. He was exposed to the elements, exposed to the mockery of the villagers that he had grew up around. He almost never left his cage in the almost ten years of his imprisonment, save to be dragged out for beatings, for whippings, to have rocks thrown at him, to be denounced by the priests in their terrifying black robes. Emrys wanted to die.

But then ten years later. His savior arrived one evening, having heard rumors about a young wolfman living in a cage. He remembered his savior approaching the cage, crouching down so he could get a look at the thin, filthy, ragged young man hidden away inside. He asked Emrys if he would like to be free. Emrys had nodded once. His savior looked enraged, but in a cool and controlled sort of way. Emrys would always remember that look. And then the door opened.

There was a slaughter that night. Emrys unleashed was a nightmare to behold. There wasnt a single soul that he did not leave alive. And by the end of it, when he was coated with blood on top of his filth, he approached his savior and had asked, almost begged to be allowed to come with him. His savior smiled, held out his hand, and said "of course." Emrys left that cage and that empty village and did not look back.

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Tamlin Taralta
Race: malakim
Age: 218
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Height: 5'10"
Occupation: warrior/guard?

Appearance: Malakim, sometimes likened to angels by humans even though they are entirely fae in nature, all possess an ethereal and unearthly beauty whether male or female. Tamlin is still considered young by malakim standards and has a youthful, unlined face. He is certainly on the taller side compared to the other males of his race. His complexion is pale, ivory in tone, envied by those who follow high fashion in which a pale complexion is highly sought after. Tamlin's hair is a light copper color, smooth, silken, straight, kept neat and parted on the side. Tamlin's eyes are a bright turquoise color, the pupils rimmed with gold. Tamlin's body is toned, lean with muscle and is a well honed weapon. His shoulders are broad, his back muscles especially powerful and rippling as they support the weight of Tamlin's wings. His wings are probably his most magnificent and beautiful feature, spanning roughly twenty feet when totally outstretched. They are feathered, dappled in warm shades of brown and cream not unlike that of a barn owl's.

Personality: to be determined

Background: to be determined

Other: Tamlin is a malakim, a rare breed of fae hailing from Tirnanoc. Malakim are known for several traits: their birdlike wings, lifespans extending over several centuries, and the regenerative abilities of their blood. Malakim are capable of rapid healing, needing only several days to heal from injuries that would take others weeks or months to heal from. They are able to regrow limbs after a few weeks and their wings, when severed, can regrow as well. Killing a malakim would require total decapitation, a fatal wound to the heart, or traumatic blood loss. Despite their regenerative abilities, their numbers continue to dwindle, primarily due to trophy hunting. While wings do regrow, the trauma of losing them is so devastating that few survive their removal. Only a few hundred remain alive. Many males and females turn to indentured servitude for humans within The Burgue or the Pact as their safety is more or less guaranteed.

Malakim are very similar to humans and faeries in their appearance, though they tend to be shorter in stature. Their bones are lighter than that of humans and other ground dwelling creatures, hollow, yet durable enough that they will not snap under strain. Large winged creatures that they are, they are better built to soar rather than fly close to the ground, and are therefore not as sensitive to cold due to the high altitudes needed to attain a comfortable flying speed.

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Antares Archaeron
Species: Arkanian
Age: 25
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: homosexual
Height: 5'10"
Occupation: Grey Jedi

Appearance: as an Arkanian, Antares is humanoid in appearance. His skin is alabaster pale, his veins quite prominent where the skin is the most thin and delicate. He is bipedal, his hands containing only a thumb and three fingers. His hair is snow white and fine as silk, usually worn in a singular braid. It reaches well to his waist. His eyes are entirely white and pupil-less. Biologically, he is able to see on the infrared spectrum as all Arkanians can, but cybernetic implants attached to his optic nerves allow him to transfer the infrared images he sees into the standard field of vision that humans can possess. He typically opts for the latter as his normal field of vision save for when in combat situations or when he is too tired. He sports one remarkable scar of interest, a vivid burn arcing down from his right shoulder to his left hip, earned during his first encounter with an Inquisitor. His facial features are fine boned and delicate with a slim jaw, high brow, small chin, and high, angular cheekbones that almost look gaunt. He is pretty to look at, handsome if one prefers more androgynous features.

Personality: Antares is frigid, arrogant, prideful, and overall unpleasant to be around. Especially if he doesnt like you. It's quite easy for him to take the no attachment rule seriously. A majority of this stems from his brief upbringing among the prideful Arkanian people. Antares's parents were unique in that they kept in regular contact with him after they handed him over to the Jedi Temple, putting an overwhelming amount of pressure on him to succeed over the other children in every task he was given. Antares is fiercely independent and hates asking for help. He struggles with paranoia of getting too close to others, for without fail they will come to some kind of harm. Much of Antares's unpleasant personality is the result of him putting up a wall to keep him emotionally blocked off from others. He is inside very lonely, very conflicted, and very lost. He is a perfectionist and a workaholic, he will work tirelessly at a task until he drops from exhaustion.

On a lighter note, Antares enjoys learning and studying about everything he can get his hands on. His favorite field of study is language, and he is fluent in a handful of alien languages and moderately proficient in a few others. He sucks at expressing his feelings as vulnerability is impossible for him to display, but he is the sort to display his love for someone through actions, even though it might be interpreted by the other party as something entirely different.

Background: Antares was born to an elite family on Arkania but was given to the Jedi to train when he was only three. There he trained at the temple with an almost feverish intensity, so great was the pressure from his parents. Given that they were one of the richest families on Arkania, their donations helped the Jedi look the other way when it came to their scheduled calls and visits. He became Padawan to a female twi'lek Jedi knight named Gida Hirani when he was eight and trained under her until he was twelve. A week prior to the execution of Order 66, his master sensed something was off, and whisked him off to Tatooine with a small clone escort to an isolated safehouse.

When the order was executed, Antares's master had just enough time to hide him under a bed, handed him her lightsaber, and did her best to distract the clones. Antares in his terror and distress was able to have such a strong hold of the Force that he was entirely able to cloak his presence entirely. It did not mean that he wasnt able to see the clones that he had been dear friends with kill his master before his very eyes. After the clones were unable to locate him, Antares took a chance and ran. He ended up hopelessly lost in the desert not long after, sunburned, weak, dehydrated, despondent. The Tuskens were the ones who came across the slight Arkanian child near death among the rocks and sand, and Antares spent roughly a full year with them under their care as a ward. When desert life proved too difficult for someone born to an arctic tundra planet, Antares broke away from his adoptive family, left Tatooine, and smuggled his way from planet to planet in hopes of just finding peace.

He got it eventually when landing a job as an archivist in a run down library located on the mining planet of Ouroboros. The job was dreadfully boring but it was the only stable thing he had been able to pin down in years. The steady income gave him a home, however bleak, and he could live invisibly. That was all until one young man with big dreams quite literally barreled into his life. His life of obscurity was abruptly cut short after that.

Other: Antares finds himself unable to abide by the strict Jedi code after entering adulthood. He believes that a true master of the Force walks the line between light and dark, channeling powers from both sides in order to aid his allies in the Rebellion. His unique ability is that of slowing down time for an object for a handful of seconds, a gift that comes in handy when in combat. Or when he feels like pissing some people off.

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