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Name: Mya St.Clare, Clare
Age: Late twenties

Apperence:Approximately 5'7" with a slender build she is surprisingly reserved and quiet, a change to her previous demeanor. Most commonly dressed in a fitted white dress shirt with either a dark green skirt or long dark jeans parried with either her knee high black boots or scuffed up blue sneakers. Her twilight gray eyes partially concealed behind a petite pair of frames and tomboyish array of short blue locks turned up at the ends.

History:Freelance jack of all trades, Clare presented herself early to the American Government as a possibility for intelligence operative training. Having declined their offer shortly after her basic military training, she disappeared from the states; soon drowning herself psychology classes at a well known British university. After an early withdraw, she disappeared from any official radar, becoming involved in a small tavern off the coast of France. From her reputation and flare with dodging the local law-enforcement, she gathered ties with smugglers, some locals further up in the food chain and became buried within the shipping aspects from France to the eastern Mediterranean. Many of the captains of various vessels, of air or water navigation, along with her clients occasionally showed their faces in the street side pub.

A choice that would leave her squinting at the grizzled man sitting at the opposite end of a small table, located in a very secluded room under the blaring hot light above. While her arms would remain secure to the back, with the persuasion of several tight knots, she would have no other choice then to answer Interpol's questions. The crates, whose contents had glittered in the hot Mediterranean sun, she would deny knowing anything about or why they had been so carefully tucked away in the vessel's lower regions.

Bypassing the possible unwelcome situation of spending her remaining years smuggled away in a drafty stone prison, she instead triumphed in appearing the ignorant girl, only brought along to pose as eye candy between the dealers. Along with several apologies later she would be gone once again, and walking through the park-esque entrance way to an almost empty building. An equally as deserted lobby surrounded by glass walls and one lone and very confused secretary, as her normal gathering of telephones, speakers, ect.. were 'moved' by the Protectorate and commissioner of the Central branch.

((Here we go *cracks knuckles*))

Name:Hanley Croix
Race:Abstract
Eyes:Baby Blue
Hair:Gray
Height:5'11"
Weight:145lbs

Background:An old abstract that help form the human nature, Hanley is the voice of reason that passes through the ages to help with the world. Although, in the late early five thousands of Ano Dominiai he failed to keep the humans from destroying themselves. They now move about in shattered groups, formed under one general ruler of the earth that takes an old book to heart but changes it just a bit from it's original premise.

Powers/Abilities:A powerful magic user, though he tends not to attack. He keeps with him a special rune, that protects him from all forms of attack, though in turn prevents him from attacking (not that he wants to). He can however, do some basic things, such as float about and fly, as well as manipulate objects in non-threatening ways to help in general life and lessen strain on his old human-esque body

((And I can't just leave this rotting in some wordpad document, so don't get mad at me for this one smile )

The soft clicking of heels could be heard, along with an odd third clicking which seemed quite weird in a way. Almost as if it were a three legged man. Not many of those around though, and there probably weren't very many needs for that in the future of the human race, so it probably wasn't a third leg. Maybe he was carrying something or other. But that would be more of a dragging sound; wasn't carrying something. Well... maybe it was something to help him move. Yes! A cane, that's it! Oh, he must be old to need one of those.

Oh, he was old, indeed. White hair, and a beard, both neatly trimmed. His grey hair on his head slicked back a bit, showing his slightly receding hair line, and his beard showing just a bit of black at his chin for some odd reason. Truly a sight for sore eyes. Not many of those in his time, that was for sure. He seemed rather well dressed for an old man. A suit, that seemed barely tattered at all, and nice shoes to match (although, those were a bit scuffed from the dirt and rubble he walked through.) His soft baby blue eyes would wander around the rubble and buildings for hours looking for books and such to read.

He read so much his eyes always seemed to be sore. Of course, that meant he was either very old, or read quite alot. By looking at him, one would think the first, but no, it was the latter of the two. He would read for hours upon days if given the opportunity. Particularly in corners.

Now reading, you see, is a sarcred thing in his time. Not many could do it, and the ones that could normally had their tongues taken out so as not to read to the other people. Sort of a different approach to Ray Bradbury's "Farenheit 451." Rather then burning the books, take the tongues of the readers, so as not to spread the word. But oddly, he seemed to have his tongue, which was a rarity for readers. Only two in the world of readers still had their tongues, and one of them died shortly after the other left. Too bad, huh?

Why would one of the only two readers leave without looking back, you say? Well, he heard of a place, beyond time and space. Books as far as can be seen, and wonderous structures that are soft on the eyes. What old man who loved reading wouldn't love this? That is why the old man is here.

What is he? Well, only he knows, not even I, the all knowing narrator knows. Odd, huh? Some say he is an angel, others call him a devil. Perhaps he's nothing at all but a man.

One last question, you say? What kind of question would that be? What? His name? Why would you want to know that? Oh, well, I suppose you might need it to call out to him and partake of his knowledge, or perhaps just chat it up with an old man. Well, would you believe it was Hanley Croix? Odd name you say? Bah, poppycock. Perfectly fine for a british descended man. It's a meadow at the top of a cliff. The view is quite exsquisite. Perhaps you'll enjoy him as a friend as well.

What's that, you don't like people? Then you can buggar off from him, and that's a good idea of you're one of those kinds of people.

Anyways, the man continued to hobble down the road lined with rubble, eyes watching for books, as he worried about nothing else in such a long time passed the birth of God. Oh, must've been about five thousand years ago that happened. His feet carried him slowly towards the end of time and space. To Utopia, in death, or in life.

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...except that he is a powerful but dangerous ally. Prone to losing control of the darkness he had taken, he tried various countermeasures to maintain control, but these served only to waste his time and cause the darkness (developing its own sentience within Gel's mind) to retaliate with similar measures. Casting its mind to a remaint of the times when Gelmax was called Jimen, the darkness surfaced another presence in him, a weakened and fragmented version of Athrosu's mind, worsening still the multiple personality problems Gel had had since his death (which had also been increased by his own attempts to keep control, making a grand total of five personalities). Over time, it all simplified, and Gel gained more control over his power, becoming more stable and less active all the time.

However, little comes to a true end in this world of mortals, and he recently lost control once more. This time, however, he summoned a version of himself from the past, and controlled it himself to give himself the extra power he needed to take on enemies at the Gaian Police Department. After prolonged battle with officers and several of the other Potential Gods, however, both were subdued. Their mind hurriedly split, the darker personalities fleeing to the body of the past Gelmax, and Gel's full mind collecting in the body which bore his name. While before he might have been weakened by losing the source of his dark power, his strength had matured over the interval and his destiny become assured; and thus he was able to retain most of his power and regain what control he lost quickly.

Weapons: Heavily CRISAT armor taken from KCAB, complete with two KCAB-issue Gauss rifles, an OICW, and a MP7; the modified armor sports an advanced "Dual Infinity Generator" powersource and two massive railcannons. He also possesses a machete (ancient and magical, from the era of Athrosu, this blade can be considered holy) and a bloodsword (formed from the absorbed power of a blood mage), and utilizes shuriken and energy blades aplenty. In addition, the Realm of Nonexistence contains a LOT of gundams with pilots, "stored away" to resolve a temporal paradox. He also has a LARGE, POWERFUL cannon built in the Realm of Nonexistence and powered by the "Eternity Generator" based on designs he has seen during his travels.

Name: Mystina (No last name.)
Race:Faerie / Pixie.
Hair: Blonde, down to her behind.
Eyes: Blue.
Height: 5'5"
Age: She LOOKS 20-21. But she could be up to 2000 years old, or so. Fae age differently than humans. She would age normally up to the age of 20, and then it would slow down. Her mother is over 3000 years old, yet only looks 30.
Defining Marks: Wings. They just don't show up all the time because she keeps them rolled up against her back, in her clothing. Also flowers in a wreath around her head...

Background: Was playing with a few other faeries when she showed up in the brink, she's pretty young, and very curious. She lives in Faerie, with other faeries and only now has had contact with other humans. Other magical creatures, Yes. Humans? No. Doesn't know much about the human world, things like a lighter seem amazing to her, and she's innocent, she doesn't know any better than to try what someone else tells her... In that way at least. She's a bit mischevious like all of the fae, and very curious like I said. She honestly thought she was dreaming because she'd never seen an enclosure like The Brink before...

Her Mother is actually the queen of Faerie, she runs things. And this little Faerie one day will have to take over. She doesn't like the thought of that much, but can be serious when it's nessesary.

Another thing to note is the Fae don't get ill. They don't have doctors or anything like that. They also meet other magical creatures, some whom are still on Earth, but do not show themselves. Some Faeries live on Earth, it's their choice, their right... They only interfere with humans, when called upon.

Other: She's very playful, loves animals, and gives her trust willingly, and easily... Though she is careful and will notice if something is amiss.

Abilities: She can sense the emotions of others if she's close to them and can fly around.

Currently: She's with Tac, on an adventure, and is Pregnant. By Tac's Herald, Sent / Ageless Senteniel. So the child will be 1/4 Bird 1/2 Man 1/4 faerie. She also belongs to him, in other words, is pretty much married to him by his customs.

Name: (Captain) Mercutio Cross

Age: 33

Race: Human

Hair: Red/Brown

Eyes: Green... well the one anyway..

Timeline: 1713-1714 AD

Occupation: Pirate

Powers:

Despite his uncouth appearence and rough accent, Captain Cross is a brilliant tactition. He has the ability to, at any given time, take in all the variables of a situation and peckout exactly what is needed to solve the problem... from ship repairs to evasive manouvres.

He is also a competant sword fighter, and a crack shot with a flintlock pistol.

Other powers include an intriquate knowlege on the workings of courtship and wooing.. an inexhaustable supply of drinking songs and bawdy jokes.... and the ability to drink an entire village under the table.

He has a strong dislike for the Dutch.

Background:

To be revealed later.

The Ravenwolf:


Cross's ship is a schooner with a 4 gun broadside, a set of swivel guns(esentially mounted largebore shotguns) and a bombard(morter) she's light, sleek and fast and has been overhauled and repaired many times during her many years of use.. her figurehead is carved with the visage of a leaping wolf in ebony wood.

• Name: Janani Waystar Lunaris
  
  
• Age: 812
  
  
• Timeline: 2007 (by her current age)
  
  
• Race: Celestial Shard
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Height: 8'2"
  
  
• Weight: 578
  
  
• Equipment:
  Globe of Terrace
  -A strange, crystaline sphere containing the Mana Essence of Terra.
  -Janani uses the Globe of Terrace to unleash her most poweful energy binds.
  
  Bow of Ever-End
  -A bow that has a magical stock of arrows that never runs out.
  -Janani is able to entwine energy around these arrows to give them nearly any effect she desires.
  
  Celestial Cape
  -A cape and hood that protect Janani from magic.
  -The Celestial Cape can also boost Janani's natural charisma.
  
  Morning Star
  -A crest depicting the rising sun.
  -This crest offers Janani a shield she can activate for 5 rounds up to 2/day to protect against physical attacks.
  
  Cat Plushie
  -Janani calls her WhiteRose; though, none have ever heard her say that.
  -It doesn't seem to have any use...
  
  
• Description:
  Janani is short and light in stature for her race. Her skin is oddly dark, again for her race, and her hair is purple. She has clear, seductive eyes and a pair of small wings that don't look any more useful than her favorite cat plushie having only a two-foot span. As any Celestial, she is brimming with beauty, grace, and charm. As a Celestial Shard, she really doesn't care about her appearance. Janani would run around naked if she could. She, however, does wear enough to cover herself. She usually wears some kind of tank-top and shorts as well as a pair of boots. She never was very fashionable...
  
  
• Abilities:
  Master Bow-woman
  -Janani can shoot arrows with the best of them.
  -Janani brags that Robin Hood has nothing on her.
  
  Energy Bind
  -Janani can bring the energy that surrounds her and "bind" it.
  -All binding energy really means is that Janani can cause an ordinary object to become quite useful. O_o Is that the secret behind her Cat Plushi?!
  
  
  
• Personality:
  Janani is perpetually happy. She'll run around and shout about any accomplishment! She wants to share her joys with the world...and she gets around to it very easily. In her calmest state, she wears a delightful smile and is ready and willing to speak with anyone. She doesn't let being short and scrawny, for her race, get her down! Janani enjoys being in a crowd...that's for sure...
  
  
• History:
  Janani has a twin brother who was meant to be everything to their family. She was always protected by him, easily hidden even in his shadow. They were both born premature, but she got lucky to be born with wings. The doctors said hers would only be vestigial, unworking. Janani proved them wrong! However...her brother was not so fortunate... He didn't even have wings! They were both short and scrawny, but he was the one that got picked on, the most. Janani watched, in sadness, as her brother left the Celestial Shard village. It was assumed he would never return...
  
  For the next four-hundred years, Janani studied and mastered the art of energy binding. Overjoyed at the end result, she began a journey to find her brother. Little did she know that he had returned one late night to their hometown disguised as a simple wanderer. She searched for years with absolutely no luck. Janani would run across a clue, here or there, but her brother would always be elsewhere. She was on the brink of giving up when she ran across the cutest little thing! She used what little money she had, at the time, to purchase her Cat Plushie as well as a Robo Dog for her wayward brother.
  
  Her spirit rejuvinated, Janani continued her journey. She knows she'll find her brother, someday! She'll just have to avoid all that male, and some female, attention until she does! Wait O_o Why are those people following her? The world...will never know...