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Name: Jill Lovelace
Hometown: Baltimore, MD
Appearance:

Personality: Calm, collected and reserved. She is (in)famous for never losing her cool over anything. It might be a defense mechanism from the pain of watching her mother leave her family, but either way, getting a rise out of her over just about anything is like pulling teeth. This doesn't mean she doesn't have strong feelings of her own. She gets excited, scared, and worried as much as anyone else... she's just very, very good at hiding it behind a poker face. She has few friends, but is very close with her aunt's family, for all intents and purpose her adopted family, especially now with her father dead.

Background: Jill was born and raised on the outskirts of Baltimore, the daughter of a bail bonds agent (the person who provides the bail money to a person being charged with a crime and subsequently has to hunt them down and make sure they appear in court if they try and skip town or go into hiding). Her parents never got along well, and when Jill was only four, her mother left without warning, abandoning both husband and daughter. A few months later, divorce papers arrived, and since they preempted the usual divorce court arguments by granting her father Brian sole custody of Jill and agreeing to monthly child support payments, the divorce was finalized without a fight.

Fortunately, although her father's work would have made it difficult to care for Jill alone, his married sister Anne took on helping to raise her niece along with her own children. Thus, Jill had three parents more or less (her father, aunt, and uncle) and two cousins that were practically as close as siblings. Growing up, it was quickly apparent she was bright and gifted, especially with computers.

She enrolled in the University of Maryland, intending to get a degree in forensic science and become a CSI agent (specializing in computers) with the Baltimore Police. Unfortunately, her father suddenly died in a car accident. Grieving over his loss and now faced with the dilemma of paying for the remaining two years of her education, Jill was stuck when her uncle Morgan provided a solution. He and her father had been partners running the bail bonds agency, and now he offered Jill a position working under him while she worked out what to do with her life.

Surprisingly, she took to it well. While her uncle, a solid 230lb brick wall of muscle with three black belts who'd originally been a Marine before marrying her aunt, had been the brawn of the operation, Jill slipped into her father's role as the brains. Her skill with computers and her partially completed degree paid off quite well. Within six months, the bail bonds agency was booming again with Jill handling the investigative side while her uncle handled the physical apprehension side. It wasn't quite what Jill had envisioned for herself. She'd been prepared for working in some lab analyzing computers and tracing email IPs, not learning to use a gun and spending days tracking people either through their computer activity (more often than not with some methods that would be less than legal if they ever came to light) or with good old-fashioned stakeouts. Yet, she's grown to like her job, especially with her uncle and the rest of his family to fill in the void of her dead father.

Name: William Adair
Hometown: St Andrews, Scotland, UK
Appearance:

William typically dresses casually, jeans and shirt, but never in a way that screams 'nerd'

Personality: William is a scientist, through and through. He believes in what can be seen and proven and has little patience with mysticism. He's generally quiet, prefers to spend his free time reading (mostly science fiction, mystery or non-fiction) or fiddling with electronics than out partying.

Background: William is a physics grad student at St Andrews University. He's a few months from completing his PhD thesis (on tidal-orbital interactions of Hot Jupiter class exo-planets) and works with a number of other grad students and postdocs on the SuperWASP project (Wide Angle Search for Planets), investigating and cataloging potential extra-solar planets.

He used to practice Tai-Chi back in his undergrad days but quit a few years ago mostly for lack of free time.

He is still undecided as to whether he will stay in academia after graduation or look for a position in the growing private spaceflight industry.

Sheet: William Adair

Only thing I thing still needs doing on the sheet is the wealth and purchases. Where do you want the wealth rolls made?

Name: Oscar Spinney

Hometown: Winchester, England

Appearance: 5'7" and skinny, Oscar puts not a single bit of effort into his appearance. His clothes are baggy and comfy; usually sweatpants and a sweatshirt. His hair is curly, light brown and messy, and his eyes are the same color. Despite being in his early 20s, his face already has signs of creasing and bags under his eyes.

Personality: Oscar is autistic, and as such has little people skills. On top of this, delusions and slight paranoia make him difficult to engage for extended periods of time. Nevertheless, he is a brilliant mathematician and has a natural talent for information logic. He's able to read a variety of languages, delighting in those most uncommon, though he speaks only English. Despite taking what is, at best, uncaring attitude regarding the physical world, he has a deeply structured sense of abstract concepts and rules, of sorts.

Background: Diagnosed at the age of 11, Oscar spent most of the following years in specialized schooling. In and out of hospitals, his social sphere included his father, sister and Dr. Katz. He holds an honorary degree in mathematics and linguistics, due to the sheer number of advanced telecourses he breezed through before the age of 17.

A Note: Oscar will not be an asset of any kind in combat and most social situations. In fact, there's a good chance he'd be a burden. However, I'm hoping he can provide introspection to some very alien situations in the form of the universal language of math.

Any suggestions will be gladly heard and given fair consideration.

Name: Sareena Windbird

Hometown: Allakaket, Alaska
Presently living and working in Kiana, Alaska.

Appearance: 5' 8" tall, 135 lb., 36D, 23, 33
Red hair, Green eyes, Light skin color
Inuit mother, Irish father
She is pretty but not overly charismatic.
She usually wears cloths that hides her figure, not because she wants to hide it, but because she just doesn't have time to socialize. Typically, loose jeans and a baggy, long sleeved shirt and work/hiking boots(steel-toed).


Personality: She's a bit of a workaholic. If she's not tending her animal clients, she's working on her plane.

Background: Prior to age 10, she was pretty much a tom-boy. From about age 10 on, she wanted to be an 'animal doctor'. She was told that she would have to have good grades to go to veterinary school, so she began seriously improving her grades. She was never the smartest child in class, but her serious dedication placed her ahead of all but the geniuses.

She completed vet school by the time she was 26 years old. Knowing she would be working in Alaska, she also took flying lessons so she could reach the outlaying communities and farms. She already had offers and ended up taking over a vet. practice in Kiana, Alaska.

Name: Vigil

Hometown: Karris' Citadel, Australia





I'll alter as you see fit, I'm not really sure how to go about the character creation part of this for now, but I can do that if you think this is up to snuff for character.

Edit: Character Sheet, well armature robots have no heroic rules so I tried to follow the rules for biomorphs and droids as closely as I could but as a large construct... Vigil might be slightly too tanky...

Name: Warrain
Class: Dedicated Hero 3 / Shaman 1

SHEET WORK IN PROGRESS

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=438932



Personality:Shy, rather introspective, and (seemingly) distant from most. His mind constantly drifts on what is expected of him and what his future is to be, rather than really enjoying much of the moment Overall he has a tendency to prefer training and contemplation than most forms of conversation, at least outside of what they are studying. He definitely will speak up if something seems to be going wrong, but he tries to be distantly friendly with everyone and doesn't seem to be too much concerned with taking the lead himself. Of course, he *is* willing to speak up when things are "wrong", and doesn't hesitate to do what needs to be done if need be. Words had a particular power, and to waste them, like wasting anything else, spoke of dishonoring one's family and shaming the memory of one's father.

Despite this, his mood rapidly changes when confronted with something new or learning. In that case all pretense of disinterest drops, and he eagerly pursues the object of his recent attention. He is relentless in his drive for yet more knowledge, and quite willing to go to extremes to pursue his quarry.



Story
Life is capricious, and oftentimes unfortunate. These are not new and amazing mysteries to one who is well-versed in the spirit and healing arts; the line between death and life is oft nebulous and ill-defined. For those who lived in the shade of Uluru, it was surmised long ago that to be near such a great monument would bring great and terrible things. One day.

Warrain has lived all his life in wilds past the Uluru rock. More perceptive than most, he has taken early training in the arts of a shaman, ever eager to learn what mysteries the spirits would hold for one willing to listen to their whispers. Disregarding the more sage advice of his elders, he plunged on seeking ever-nuanced levels of power and insight that more cautious souls would fear to peer down. For such laughable concerns, he would only stare back with those steeled eyes and ask such "Honored grandfather, to survive all things must be known and considered, yes? Ignorance is weakness. And the weak die."

It was this same motive of knowledge despite all costs that had led Warrain to explore, to consider beyond the confines of his smaller band of family, that which he had known. Long nights spent gazing up at the stars and into his soul has left him with an equanimity and balanced perspective most find hard to reach. Friends who had been close had drifted apart; oh, he was still the caring and kind soul as always, but his eyes held more melancholy and terrible things. Primordial, twisting dreams and whispered urgings of the spirits late into the nights left their toll on him, and more than one night he had woken up screaming.

Blessed (or cursed, some viewed the shaman apprentices as the "unfortunate ones" with an affinity for the work, he took his first dreamwalk, finding his soul laid bare before the assembled Spirits of the World and torn asunder, rebuilt into an image more desirable and receptive to their call. His inquisitive mind a bright beacon, it was reciprocated by an endless desire for yet *more* information, yet *more* to be seen. The skies and the land had changed, in the past few months. Ranging weeks further afield in learning of new plants and medicines, he had been unable to be at ease with his family when change came upon their village.

Nothing much to speak of is left, in those times. Where once his firepit, hunched over cooking meals with family and kin, there was now ashes and the tribe had moved on. Rainstorms had wiped out passage of his family and kin, and a few scattered bodies, heavy with the smell of death as the lingering ghosts of the spirits departed whispered to him. Time had not allowed for them to properly be respected, and the next two days had seen him kneeling in the muck, performing the last rites he had been taught, ways all too familiar to one who lived in the lands of the "starving times".

"Go. Death is but a change in worlds. More lies beyond, at least, for you."

What remained of the band had moved on, having left behind only hardened memories for Warrain. Eager to plumb the source of these woes and his remnants of a life, he gathered up what supplies he could and started for Uluru. Garbed in gear for a war with the spirits themselves, he would be a warrior to make his memory of his kin proud. There, there at Uluru he would face down the Spirits of the World, and he would asks his questions.

And he would not falter. Not this time.




 

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