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Date: April 19th, 2010

Time: 11:59 PM, PST

Location: Worldwide

Situation:
Government satellites from around the world detected a sudden and unexplained gravitational shift in the upper atmosphere. The shifts were centered mostly around the poles, and had characteristics of wormholes, as evidenced by physicist John Wheeler's theory. These shifts are anomalies in the continuum of space and time, henceforth referred to as STC.

The anomalies persisted for a period of thirty (30) seconds. After opening themselves with no prior shift in electromagnetic, infrared, or visible spectrum, the twelve (12) portals, six (6) at each pole, began to eject an unknown substance. Said substance was propelled at speeds previously thought unattainable. All attempts to track the substance have failed.

Government officials have covered the story with almost perfect media darkness. As far as any civilians are concerned, solar flares that had been missed by scientific measurement caused the unexplained ripple in certain technologies.

Agents have been deployed to find the substance. Having no idea what it is, it is to be regarded as a threat to national and international security. Although tracking or locating the substance through conventional technologies has failed, a lead has presented itself. It is believed that a small portion of the substance touched down in


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Rules.
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- Please, please, please...follow the ToS. This is a Gaian RP, therefore, follow Gaian rules.
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Accepted Profiles.
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Controlled By: tic_tac_joe
Name: Agent Gray
Age: Unknown
A Bit About Me: Gray is a classic man of mystery. Deployed by his superiors, Gray believes that completing the mission is he only directive worth his time. To him, the end justifies the means, no matter what. Hell, he would lay his life down with zero hesitation if it meant he could get his job done.
He keeps people at a distance, since he never knows if his next mission will require him to leave them behind, or worse, kill them. He speaks little, but as they say, actions speak louder than words; a philosophy Gray embodies.
I Look Like: Just like the image you get from such a name. Gray could be a dignified butler or a Head of State. He is tall, rather on the thin side, with black hair that is going (you guessed it) gray at the temples. His thin face is usually kept perfectly remote, emotion having no place in this man of business. He wears an immaculate black suit and tie, although he is also oddly at home in a combat suit, with 25 lb vest and boots.
Currently, I: Work as a government agent. Pretty much America's James Bond, only there's a team of us. I am their head and am currently working on my own to track down leads on the substance.
Anything Else?: Gray is skilled at pretty much everything that he might need to use to accomplish his mission: lockpicking, computer hacking, seven forms of martial arts, military-grade weapons training and access, and advanced conversational manipulation. All in all, he is well suited to kick your a**, either verbally or physically. He prefers a peaceful approach in most cases, however, as it causes fewer problems later on.
Gray, as he will tell you, acts only to get the mission done. However, there may be more to this seemingly robotic man than meets the eye. He definitely has a reason for doing what he does.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: tic_tac_joe
Name: Tiki Xero
Age: 31
A Bit About Me: Tiki is a pro tracker and a trained assassin. He treats life as a great big game and is commonly heard saying something along the lines of, "Hey, c'mon, lighten up!" He is confident, open, honorable, and very protective of his friends and, indeed, anyone who cannot protect themselves. A modern-day Robin Hood, Tiki steals from the rich and gives to the poor...after taking a small cut for himself, of course.
He is a slight braggart, sometimes talks too much, and often finds himself in a sudden, usually hostile situation. Of course, as he believes, it's never his fault.
I Look Like: 5'8", Tiki has the dark skin and hair that one could expect of someone with a Filipino heritage. He is muscled very compactly, although when he really gets going his strength is startling. There is a large, pale scar that runs from his right temple down to the middle of his right cheek, passing millimeters from his eye.
He wears clothes reminiscent of a pirate: pants of soft cloth and leather that flare out at the ankles, buckled black boots that reach midway up his shins, a long-sleeved cotton shirt of whatever color he feels like, and a dark brown leather vest. He wears a headband of dark red over his forehead.
Currently, I: Am a professional mercenary/hunter. I'm tracking the substance in the hopes of making some good money.
Anything Else?: Tiki can always be found with a cigarette between his lips. He believes in always being prepared, as evidenced by the combat knife at his hip. Other weapons may be present as well, but no one knows if that's true. No one wants to find out, either. Tiki is a skilled combatant of all forms, melee, ranged, or otherwise. His wit and charm lend him skill in charisma and leadership, but sometimes land him in trouble.
Tiki is a shameless flirt and an incorrigible rogue. Not only that, but he is a man governed almost purely by his emotions. At points, this can become a bit...wild, to be sure. One can gauge his current mood by the color of his shirt; he invested a lot of money to design a "mood shirt," which operates like a mood ring.
PEACE: Able to heal any wound, infection, or disease. Condition is that the wounded must say, "Tiki, kiss it better." Tiki Xero is no longer able to speak since his integration with the PEACE.

Controlled By: tic_tac_joe
Name: Dr. Connor MacMurray
Age: 45
A Bit About Me: Doc Connor, or just Doc, is a scientist in the employ of Europe's secret scientific division. He leads a gargantuan facility of top-notch scientists, doing their part in today's world to keep us advancing forward.
Doc himself is a bit stand-offish, keeping people at a calculating distance since he prefers to observe silently. He is shy, quiet, and seems like he could be pushed around. However, all of the scientists under him obey his orders without question. While this may seem strange to an outsider, those who work with the Doc can testify that his is a quiet authority, calm and cool where others would fall apart. And in his line of work, that's vital.
I Look Like: Small and mousy, Doc always wears his trusty lab coat and a pair of khaki pants with a dark turtleneck. He likes to have his sleeves pulled up.
He is fair in skin and hair, blond and blue-eyed. He is lamentably scrawny, although he can move quickly when he needs to and has the strange ability to go without sleep for many nights, cultivated through his hard labor.
Currently, I: Am a scientist, and I find it my duty as the head of the European Union's, and indeed, the world's scientific facilities, to track down, record, and analyze both the phenomenon and the product that occurred on April 19th.
Anything Else?: Doc is a coffee addict and is sometimes a little jumpy. Despite this, he is an able leader who doesn't mind quietly taking authority if the need arises.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: tic_tac_joe
Name: Commander John St. Cyrill
Age: 32
A Bit About Me: John is a military man through and through. He values the lives of his men more than his own life, and he believes in the honor of following orders and completing a mission.
John can act a bit stuck-up when the mission is on the line, but generally he's a warm, caring guy. Still, when the situation demands, John can change instantly into a hardcore, top-notch soldier.
I Look Like: Tall and handsome, John is an amazing specimen of health. He stands a little over 6 feet, his skin dark from a dirt tan and tough like leather. His black hair is cut close, in military fashion, and he is a beefy man. He likes to brag that he can bench 250 lbs.
Currently, I: Work in a special branch of the military, secret and separate from the public eye and the rest of the military. There are no ranks in our troop; I'm a Commander simply for command purposes and for relations with the government. My men and I have been deployed in case this stuff from space is dangerous.
Anything Else?: People like to make the mistake that this muscle-bound soldier is a little lacking in brains.
Most of those people aren't around today.
PEACE: St. Cyrill seems to have some kind of explosive ability. Its condition and specific powers are so far unexplored.

Controlled By: Venom3001
Name: Doctor Kurtis Sewell
Age: 37
A Bit About Me: Kurtis Sewell has a PhD in Physics and the natural brainpower to back it up effortlessly. Because, mentally, everything has come so easily to him in life, he is incredibly inattentive, bored, and fidgety when not being mentally stimulated. He breezed through college-level courses in calculus, physics, chemistry, and, incongruously, economics. This was before he his junior year in high school started. He is, admittedly, very lazy because of never having had to work for anything. He knows enough about solar flares to say that they don't work like the substance's entry did. He is a recent recruit to EuroLabs, one of the fronts of the European Union's secret science division. He has been recently assigned to work under Doctor Connor MacMurray. In his spare time, Kurtis has trained in sport rifle shooting and several martial arts, including Aikido, Ju Jitsu, Tae Kwon Do, Muay Thai, and Wing Chun. He learns rapidly and is able to memorize movements quickly, but often lacks the attention span and patience to advance far in the art.
I Look Like: 5'9", 160 pounds, muscular and lean. His face is a little too narrow to be especially attractive; he has an almost gaunt look. He generally wears black cargo pants full of assorted objects and a black button-down shirt with a white lab coat, despite how little time he actually spends in labs. He has absurd, random things of various levels of dangerousness in his pockets, ranging from a set of four caltrops to pepper spray to a pocket knife to a SuperBall.
Currently, I: Dr. Sewell is a fresh recruit of the EuroLabs "corporation," selected for Doctor Connor because of his sharp mind, multiple fields of knowledge, and physical capabilities. It is expected that Dr. MacMurray will be able to deal with Kurtis' laziness and borderline-ADD inattentiveness.
Anything Else?: No, thanks, I'm full.
?????: [Sorry, you are not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I will fill it in based on a happy fun dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via Private Messaging.]

Controlled By: SirBayer
Name: Captain Richard “Taps” McMullard
Age: 32
A Bit About Me: Richard is a long-time soldier in the British Army. His history goes through a wide variety of recent conflicts; from Desert Storm to Afghanistan to Iraq to places he’s not supposed to have been with the SAS, Cpt. McMullard has seen himself and a lot of soldiers through hell and back. He tends to lead by action rather than speech, and doesn’t much like unnecessary words. His pep talks are infamously to-the-point and demoralizing, so he doesn’t give any. Instead he tells his men, “Aim, then shoot,” and gets on the front line himself.
I Look Like: Cpt. McMullard is about 5’ 10”. He weighs a meager 160 lbs, and he doesn’t look particularly powerful, but he’s more than strong enough to do the job. More importantly, he’s fast and light on his feet, perfect for the kind of work he does. His face is unattractive, somewhat flat, and rather hard; his eyes are a very dark blue, somewhat recessed, and have a constant wariness about them. His hair is a little longer than it ought to be for military service, and is a very, very deep shade of brown. When he’s not in appropriate camo, he wears black - long sleeves, long pants, gloves, and boots. On his head he almost constantly wears a beanie of the same hue.
Currently, I: Cpt. McMullard is in command of a squad of SAS commandos, and although he’s not been briefed on the situation just yet, they’re preparing to put him underway.
Anything Else?: Cpt. McMullard has a very specific weapons loadout that he tends to use. An M40 sniper rifle, a G36C assault rifle, and a USP .45 sidearm.
PEACE: Richard seems to have gained short-range teleportation. Its conditions are that he has to be running at full speed, then trip. He can pick the direction and influence the range. The PEACE resides in his legs.

Controlled By: Gemmetra
Name: Esther I. Veel
Age: 26
A Bit About Me: Esther's father was a private investigator, or so she thought. It was family business of solving crimes and murders to uncovering unfaithful spouses to locating missing pets for people too rich or famous to put up "MISSING" posters around the neighborhood, and she became well versed in all of these. Her uncle and his wife work in the same office, but it was her father who started it. Sadly, it was left to her at the age of 23 when he was shot by a crime organization in the area, presumably by mistake while on "vacation" in another country.
It was only recently, about two months ago to be exact, she learned that it was all a guise. Her father really worked as a agent for the government, and half the jobs he took were fake to make it look as though he were merely an investigator. Two months ago, Esther was contacted by the government, and told everything. Needless to say, it was quite a shock.
I Look Like: Esther has dirty blond hair with a few crimson streaks that she normally keeps tied in a messy bun, but just barely brushes her shoulders when she lets it down. She has dark green eyes and rimless reading glasses that are a little worn on the ear-pieces due to her habit of biting them when she's thinking. She normally wears a tan sweater and black slacks with black leather belt, and a large purse that almost counts as a messenger bag for holding all her notepads, cameras, cellphone, laptop, and whatever else she needs.
Currently, I: She was recently recruited by the government to be a secret agent in this recent mission for a few reasons. Her father trained her personally, and the government is stretched for resources as it is, and are pulling everyone they know that could be of any help, and Esther just so happened to be on that list for that reason.
Anything Else?: Her mother left when she was little, so her father was in charge of raising her on his own, and often took her to work where she was taught all she knows now.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Fried Tree
Name: Dr. Niola Satfeldt
Age: 34
A Bit About Me: An ecologist, she was born and bred of nervous and awkward descent. She is of few, however wise, words. Her grandparents migrated here from Estonia in 1935.
I Look Like: Typical mid-European bone structure, light skin with dark brown hair. She's notably tall at six feet and light yet she maintains a voluptuous figure. Her eyes are dark hazel and her hair is usually tied back into a loose ponytail.
Currently, She: has worked for Dymacorp, a private government organization based on the maintenance of climate control and the possibility of global warming.
Anything Else?: She's allergic to penicillin... |:
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Blue Winged
Name: Liesel Falke a.k.a. Ilse Way
Age: 32
A Bit About Me: Born in Germany in the the 1970s. Her mother was a spy during the cold war era, but afterward formed a new alias and left for America with Liesel. Her father did not go with them, and is no longer in contact. In the military her mother quickly climbed ranks in international espionage in the stony aftermath years. For a time she did not know of the reasons behind the long trips abroad, but it was all revealed to her. She decided to follow in her mother's footsteps as a field agent.
I Look Like: Liesel has pitch black hair, cropped into a practical pixie cut. Such a hairstyle makes it easy for her to don wigs. Her skin is a pale pink and she is tall at 5'9. Her eyes are an attention grabbing ice-blue, which she hates because she inherited them from her father, and for their visibility. She hides them under sunglasses. Ly possesses lean muscle and a swift stride, being very aerobatic. She weighs 135 lbs. Her face is angular, and she has a surprisingly feline smile that could catch you off-guard. She often dons a long version of a blazer, in black leather, underneath is a brown turtleneck coupled with professional looking slacks and boots. She hides within these inconspicuous clothes various tools of the trade.
Currently, I: Am tracking down the substance, through order of a superior. I have been supplied with little information and don't have much direction, currently I am awaiting more data to proceed.
Anything Else?: Ly is a skilled actress, though how much is of relative unknown. She is fluent in English, German, Arabic, and French, due to the demands of her occupation. She has mastered Jujitsu after studying since her early teens. Her basic personality is usually cold, due to years of conditioning, but it is hard to pin it, for she has a variety of masks she puts on for the occasion. One such mask is Ilse Way, a charming socialite.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]


Controlled By: xX-Shikyo-Xx
Name: Shikyo Maaka
Age: 25
A Bit About Me: Shikyo was an ordinary guy struggling in the backstreets of Tokyo as an artist. He had such high expectations leaving college but like so many had his hopes all but crushed in meeting the real world. After several years he left Japan to move to Australia and found a greater deal of success. When the 'phenomenon' occurred he had his suspicions and met a strange man in a bar one night. He had already been drinking some and the stranger continued to linger in the darkness beside him where one of the lights had gone out just the other day from the occurrance. He spoke to Shikyo about his own seemingly mad theories about what was happening and all the young Shikyo could do was listen politely. For one reason or another the mystery man seemed to trust the nobody painter and appeared to know even more than he told. When the conversation ended the coat clad stranger left behind a basic black suitcase and a note telling the combination to the lock on it. Shikyo opened it to find a elegant ball of some strange metallic substance in a sphere of absolute perfection.

After the receiving the object he was targeted by an unknown gunman who he sent toppling through his apartment window down tree stories with one of Shikyo's displayed shuriken in his chest. He suffered a lot of minor wounds and fled to Europe with the new found income he'd found in Australia.

I Look Like: Medium length almost spiky dark black hair. Average skin tone and blue sapphire eyes. Usually wears a nice white button up short sleeve shirt undone over a black longsleeve shirt and a red tie worn stylishly loose.
Currently, I: he paints, sketches, writes, and occasionally might get in a brawl for some extra money.
Anything Else?: Toughened by the loss of his dreams and a damn good fighter, studied ninjitsu for a long time as a teenager and kid but wasn't able to progress to the level he desired because of his age and entering college. Often carries a gun when roaming the streets alone from a new sense of paranoia after receiving the unknown thing.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Adam Encore
Name: Foxx Bordeaux
Age: 30
A Bit About Me: Bordeaux joined a contract group, a sister organization to Black Water after two tours of duty in the Marine Corps Force Recon when he was 25. At 27, just two short years later, he was already implemented into a small sub chapter specializing in covert reconnaissance dealing with chemical, biological, and nuclear threats. AKA NBC.
Now, at 30, Bordeaux has served in various covert Black Ops in twelve different countries, including Russia, Georgia, Syria, and many countries around the Ukraine. Operating as a one man team, Bordeaux is typically deployed for short periods of time, linking with local Recon units until his contracts are completed. Since he is under a contract organization, Bordeaux is not limited to what is stated under the Geneva Convention, and therefore does not answer what actions he chooses to take while completing a contract.
I Look Like: Bordeaux wears whatever civilian attire fit for what country he is in, and only dons tactical Kevlar vests before entering a known combat situation. When in full tactical gear he wears MOLLY gear, where he implements magazine pouches, a magazine drop pouch, a first aid kit, Monocular NVG goggles, and a com system supplied by the local military, so he can stay in touch with whatever team he is dropped in with. Though proficient with all manner of assault rifles, his weapon of choice is the M4A1 assault rifle, with a collapsible butt stock, and rail system, housing an ACOG sight.
He keeps his black hair cut to a low regulation military hair cut, as is to sport his experience. His body, save for his face, are covered in tattoos. He stands at an unimpressive 5’7”, but lets his experience speak for him instead of his stature.
Currently, I: Bordeaux is still currently employed by a sub chapter specializing in Nuclear, Chemical, and Biological Threats. His knowledge in science and his skill with light to medium assault weapons make him a valuable asset to any small team of individuals. He only likes to work with military personnel. Anyone else from other agencies he distrusts, and tries to avoid. Just as he has his own agenda, he understands they do too.
Anything Else?: To keep gear low, Bordeaux has been implemented with Nano machines into his blood stream before every contract, allowing him to not need NBC threat gear. The nano machines flow through his blood stream tracking and destroying any source of infection, radiation, and foreign contaminants, unless they are implemented in an extreme degree.
Foxx Bordeaux is proficient with small arms, preferably 5.56mm NATO Ball round weapons, like compact assault rifles. While he understands the importance of every mission, Foxx does not take situations lightly, never passing up opportunities to make light of being in a tough spot. While he works well with local military organizations, he keeps his distance when it comes to getting close to anyone. Everyone he meets, in his eyes, is expendable so long as they have served their purpose and no longer matter in the completion of his contracts. In the end, he just wants his money.
Bordeaux also secretly struggles with a drug problem.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Currupted Dart
Name: Garret Thorngage
Age: Records have been transferred so much that this information is currently unavailable, but the oldest transfer is dated around 40 years ago.
A Bit About Me: Garret loves the unsolvable problem, because he is the one who will prove it is solvable. His deep devotion to science has made him one of the most logical people in the world, some say he's even found the cure to aging, but this can never be proven. Garret acts like an emotional wreck to keep people distanced from him, or at least that's what we have observed, it could possibly be that he doesn't want to associate with people who can't handle the emotional break-downs of a scientist. Because of Garret's emotional break-downs we have been unable to ascertain any facts about him, only assumptions from his co-workers.
I Look Like: Garret looks as if he's in his mid-twenties, which is remarkable considering the fact that he must be at least 60 years old. He has somewhat long brown hair, his bangs reach his chin and the rest goes down to his shoulders, mostly uneven. His hair looks very clean and soft, and the light shines off, sometimes in a lighted room, Garret would find a way to reflect the light off his hair to blind someone he is talking to for his own amusement. Garret stands at about 5' 11" and weighs around 160lbs, his build seems rather athletic more than slim, which is rather odd considering the weight for his height. In Garret's documents it states that he is almost blind, but he is never seen wearing glasses and moves as if he can see better than perfect. His skin is lightly tanned, and his arms and legs are slightly too long for his height.
Currently, I: Garret is a scientist, according to his file he started off as a physicist for 2 years, then called it a "claustrophobic" profession and switched to doing many types of chemistry-related fields, as well as creating Vaccines, and it is said that he created the first Lithium-Tungsten bomb. He is on the trail of this unknown substance because he finds it "fascinating" as he stated when asked. The government had almost no choice but to tell him all they knew about the substance and to fund him in his attempt to collect it, because he has proven time and time again to be very reliable and resourceful, although they consider him a lunatic.
Anything Else?: Garret takes many different types of pills, most of which he created, none of the pills are on file, but he is believed to take a muscle-straining pill, anti-aging pill, a type of sense increasing pill(either to increase his sense of sight or all of his other senses), none of the pills we believe him to be taking are recorded in our database, these are assumed based on very detailed physicals over the years saying "he's only getting younger." Garret is also thought to have a sixth sense, but he claims that "sixth senses are for sharks and other animals" which has led some to believe he has electricity receptors on his nose, just like a shark, which is absolutely crazy, because he has never had a surgery in all his 40 recorded years. Garret is responsible for the creation of many vaccines, medicines, bombs, etc.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: The_Unknown_Usual
Name: Alaric Gust
Age: Twenty seven years old.
A Bit About Me: Uneventful history. Raised in a small British suburban setting, left home to watch out for his brother, who had joined in the United States military, joining the military himself as a combat engineer to do so. "Deserted" for unknown purposes, known to only a handful of people. Still generally respected despite the accusation. Brother was found dead due to a "training accident." Now lives quietly as a freelance engineer, joining up with mercenaries or taking jobs where he can. Since the major changing point in his life was caused by the unknown substance, every action he does is for the same reason, along with other personal agendas. He continues to try finding the substance to this day.
I Look Like: Average height. Muscled, lightly tanned. Short light-brown hair, sky-blue eyes. Generally wears a t-shirt, loose jeans, a worn pair of boots, maybe a jacket and/or a baseball cap. Always wears a pistol in a shoulder holster and a tool belt. Generally brings along a backpack, which is almost always filled to maximum capacity.
Currently, I: Most of his life changed directly because of the unknown substance. He seeks it on his own, though will join mercenaries when he has to. Anything that gets him closer.
Anything Else?: Carries a pair of black-tinted multi-functional goggles, which are usually stored in his backpack. Can make or fix almost anything that comes to mind, and specializes in robotics and mechanical engineering. Has his own "addictions," though in truth he doesn't get addicted to anything. Is well trained with his firearm, though is far from being an expert. Is secretly artistic. Speaks with a faded British accent, which is less obvious because of his time in the states. Not much else to say other than that.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Isa-sama
Name: Madeline Vincent
Age: 34
A Bit About Me: Madeline is a very warm and caring person - some might say a little too caring. She physically touches everyone she cares for (usually in the form of hugs), and if not told off, will continue to latch on to them. Some people may confuse her affection with flirtation, though flirting is not Madeline's intention. She has a tendency to be pushy, professionally and otherwise. She is thorough when it comes to work and prides herself on efficiency - if something has to be done, it will be done with no excuses. To her friends, if it seems like they are troubled, she will prod until she finds out what's wrong and comes up with a solution. Speaking of solutions, Madeline is a very curious person in nature and therefore studied to become a scientist - specifically a chemical engineer. She enjoys learning and creating new things, making her very eager to find and study the unknown substance.
I Look Like: She has waist length dark brown hair that is always put in a braid. Her bangs come down to her eyebrows and frame her heart shaped face. She has blue-gray eyes and freckles splattered across her cheeks. She is rather pale due to being indoors all the time. She's 5 foot 5 inches and weighs 125. She normally wears jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved shirt. Whenever working, she wears a ratty old lab coat on top of her normal outfit. Not at all professional, but since she does her job well, no one bothers her about her clothing.
Currently, I: She works for the U.S. military as one of the best chemical engineers. When they came to her to discuss the unknown substance, she gave a bright smile and immediately replied, "Gimme an hour to pack my bags, and I'll go wherever I need to go to get this material."
Anything Else?: She chose to work for the military (rather than a well paying private corporation) because she felt that she owed it to them - the military helped her become a stronger person, physically and mentally. Not to mention, she made plenty of good friends there. When it comes to fighting, she's decent with a gun, but is better known for her hand to hand combat.
?????: [Sorry, you're not a high enough level to access this option. Leave it just like this, and when the time comes, I'll fill it in based on a dice roll, which I'll go over when you reach that point via PM.]

Controlled By: Kixna1016
Name: Ellia Tokara
Age: 16
A Bit About Me: She isn't an avid talker. She keeps to herself, because she was isolated from the outside world because of her parents. She became an agent to prove to everyone that she can do whatever she wants. She suffers from infrequent asthma attacks
I Look Like: She is 5'9", with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her hair is long, down the the small of her back. She weighs 150 lbs. She is muscular in the arms, but really weak in the legs. Typically, she wears a black t-shirt and green khaki's when she can. She has a pale complexion, and tends to break out a lit. One scar runs up her left ]arm from when she started as an agent.
Currently, I: She became the youngest agent in the history of the organization. She wanted to track the substance to see if her father, a scientist, is behind what has been happening. If he is, she wants to put a stop to it as fast as she can.
Anything Else?: She is uncannily smart and she is fiercely loyal to everyone that has the honor of calling her a friend.
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Controlled By:James Calaway
Name:Percy Edward Fields
Age:17
A Bit About Me:Percy grew up in England,there he went to private school,he graduated,then moved to America at the age of 16,in the hope that he could go to Medical school and train to be a Doctor,which has been his dream since he was young.After moving to America he was quickly accepted into the scientific community due to his Father,who is currently a top scientist searching for the Unknown Substance,Percy was placed on the case after the death of his Father.
I Look Like: Percy has short black Hair,dark green Eyes,his skin is slightly paler than one would expect of someone from a Caucasian background,is 5'11" and is Average built.
Currently, I:Am a Government scientist,on the trail of the Substance because I believe it has a connection with my Father's death,and wish to prevent further loss of life.
Anything Else?:Due to his English upbringing,he can be very Gentle-manly,he is good with swords and other similar weapons,this is because they taught Sword-Fencing and Kendo at the private school he attended.
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This one goes at the bottom, cause it was so damn clever. Anyone else who does this will be asked to redo it in the regular format.

Controlled By: NativeForeigner
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Name: Xander X. Xarir
Age: N/A, (possibly late twenties/early thirties.)
Available History: Xander is only known by the people who want to hire him. He is suspected to be a mercenary and a “damn good one at that.”
Reports from past employers suggest that Xander is “Like a beast.” And “You’ll never know he’s there until ten minutes after you’re dead.” And “The man scares the s**t out of me.”
The employers refused to give their names, possibly out of fear that Xander would find out. They have not been seen since reporting this information and more recent attempts to contact the employers have failed…
He “Looks” Like: He is believed to be about 5’11”, to have deeply tan skin, to weigh around 170 lbs, his hair is usually shaved and believed to be dark brown, eyes are mostly claimed to be a deep brown, but some suggest otherwise. He has been told to a strong jaw and is commonly covered in stubble. He has been seen to be a strong man and fast too. Many scars have been seen on his face and body, most notably one on his left eye, going down at a 45 degree angle, starting from the middle of his forehead and ending at his cheek and another on the middle of his chest in a thick, “X” shape.
Tattoos include the letters VOX printed on his back, the meaning is not known.
How this information was gathered is unknown…
Currently: OPEC has recently documented hiring Xander to search for an unknown substance that they believe could be some sort of new, alien energy source. It is suspected that Xander has ulterior motives. They offered to hire a team, but Xander apparently decline…
Other: Xander has been reported as being Native American, possibly Cherokee. There is nothing to document his existence, no photos, no history, no relatives or friends, nothing.
It is unsure of what weapons he uses specifically, but knife wounds and arrow remnants can commonly be found in the aftermath, it is unsure whether or not they belong to Xander…
PEACE: Xander has yet to explore the extent of his power. All that is known is that time seems to slow for him at certain points.

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The Story Thus Far.

Prologue.
The original players were gathered. Falling into four major groups (military, government, science, and freelance [limited to mercenaries for now]), each obtained their data in order to hunt for the substance.
Dr. Kurtis Sewell, a young physicist and a lazy genius, met up with Dr. Connor MacMurray, head of EuroLabs and one of the world's foremost minds. The two set off to find the substance due to government clamor, as well as to satisfy their undying curiosity.
Their paths crossed with Tiki Xero, a professional mercenary considered by those that have ever worked with him to be the "Most Effective Mercenary in the World." Startlingly, he and Connor turn out to be good friends.
Tiki tells a story concerning his run-in with another mercenary, Xander, who was employed by OPEC, who believed that the substance might be usable as an energy source.
Tiki and Xander reached an impasse in that neither wanted to kill the other, but to not do so would inevitably lead to the very same conclusion. So, the two played a game to determine who would have to die. Reaching a tie, Tiki proposed an alternative. The two disappeared together, turning back up in Connor and Kurtis' hotel room. The band had grown to four. They set off for the Gaza Strip, where rumors said some of the substance was.
Meanwhile, in a secret military installation, an elite team of commandos had been given the same mission. They were to infiltrate a drug smuggling operation in Chile that had somehow obtained the substance. Joined by the British SAS, they boarded a helicopter and flew down there. Their mission began a few miles away from the operation.
At the same time, a young woman named Esther had found out about her father's startling work with the government, and was approached by their Agent and offered a job. She accepted and quickly received basic training. Her mentor, Agent Gray, then took her to Nova Scotia, where they were to acquire yet another sample of the substance.

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