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Name: Cain Mephisto - Head of the B.A.I.T.R Organization
Age: 68
Sex: Male
Home Continent: Europe
Baiter?: Yes
Appearance: Cain has a very frail build--though it is not to the point where he is all skin and bones. He is muscular, but extremely lean, his clothing nearly hanging off of him. His beard is kept short trimmed, though his hair is long and flowing silver curls. His eyes are a piercing blue that cuts through flesh and bone alike, and he carries no weaponry on his body at all that can be seen.
Personality: Cain is cold and calculating. He has a reason and a purpose for everything that he does, and he is merciless when it comes to achieving his goals. This was the reason he was put in charge of B.A.I.T.R in the first place. He is the type of man who will discard morals in a heartbeat if it means saving lives, and he will do anything it takes to rid humanity of the plague that is the A.I. threat. To most, he will come across as a kindly old man, and one who would offer help to most people, be it training or advice. However, the few who came from his labs in Russia know he is not always such a kindly spirit at all times. This is a side he only shows to those who already know it--the experiments that escaped, and those who have witnessed him behind closed doors. Other than those people, he will always come across as an under-the-radar kind old man.
Bio: Cain was born in Europe--and he lived there for most of his life, growing up in the slums, fighting for food, even murdering for it on multiple occasions. He learned the savage way of the world--that if he was not strong, he was dead. He had little to live for in his younger years, as his mother died during child-birth and his father was murdered in the slums when he was a young child. He raised himself, just him and Francis, a stray puppy that he found while rummaging for food in garbage bins. However, one day, when he was coming back to his slum shelter, he was greeted to the sweet smell of a good meal--something he had not had in a long time. A strange man was waiting for him, a pot of stew ready for him, and not having eaten such a hearty meal in some time, he devoured it, thanking the man profusely. He made small talk, asking where he had come from, and what he was doing there--the man spoke in riddles, and avoided most questions. He was there for Cain, that was one thing he knew. Half-way through their little encounter, Cain realized he hadn't given Francis any water in a while. He called for the dog, but he did not come. He whistled and wandered around the make-shift lean-to shelter, but he could not find him. When he returned to the man, sitting by the small fire he had made in the alley, he asked if the man had seen his dog. "There's at least a half portion left." The words never left Cain's mind, and he realized quickly what had happened.
The strange, old man who had come to him lifted his gaze and began laughing madly, and even through his tears, Cain attacked, lunging toward the man with all of his strength. But, to his surprise, Cain was lifted into thin air. He was lifted, and could feel his throat closing--suffocation, though nothing was touching him. The man's cold blue eyes pierced through him, and as he looked at him, the old man grinned. "You're just right for the job, you know. Well...you don't, but you will learn in due time." He stated, and then it all went black. Cain spent the next four straight days convulsing in the Alley, the man having moved him into the lean-to that he used for a home. Memories--thousands of thousands of memories flooding his mind. Memories and premonitions--past and future--Cain Mephisto and all of the Cain Mephisto's before him. He was Judas. He was betrayer of his people. An enemy of the enemy of humanity was their friend, right? There were horrible things to come--complete annihilation of their race. Enslaved and humiliated for eternity for their mistakes. And he would have to lead the charge to stop it.
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Name: Quan Yuen - Baiter I.D. Card Creator
Age: 53
Sex: Male
Home Continent: Asia
Baiter?: No
Appearance: Quan Yuen is a very 'business casual' kind of man. He likes to wear dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and no tie. He usually wears a pair of nice dress pants and dress shoes with it as well. His hair is usually in a bit of a tussled mess. The chestnut brown is sprinkled with gray hair, but he looks very good for his age. He is very rarely seen without his leather gloves on, however, when he is working on an I.D. Card it is always with bare hands.
Personality: Quan Yuen is probably one of the nicest people you will ever meet. He is polite, he is gentle, he is kind, he is pretty much a dream wrapped up in a bunny costume that smells like candy and love. He does not raise his voice, even when he is angry, and you likely won't ever see him angry. Even if you insult him, he will either laugh it off and treat you like you're joking, or he will just admit it is unfortunate you feel that way, but he won't be goaded.
Bio: Quan Yuen was born an average boy in an average home. He was never all that special, and he didn't excel in school. His parents were happily married for most of their lives, and they took care of him well. However, at the age of twenty seven, he and his parents got into an argument about his aspirations as an artist, and when he was about to pull his hair out in frustration, he found that upon pulling the strand out, his mind was suddenly flooded with numbers and figures and it lasted for minutes before it dimmed, and he was bewildered at what it could have been. For years he was unable to replicate the experience, until he was stressed out once again, living on his own and trying to complete a piece of artwork he had been commissioned to create. He was, again, pulling at his hair, when suddenly a blast of the same visions went through his head--though this time they were accompanied by memories--his memories. And after the couple of minutes it subsided once more. He learned, after this, that it was the hair...when he was feeling emotional and he held a strand of his hair, he was doing something...strange with it.
He went to B.A.I.T.R about it, feeling as though they were the experts on weird happenings in the world. Upon a deep examination of Quan's body, they discovered that the source of the strange occurrences had been an implant in the man's body. It was a kidney replacement he had done when he was young--facing severe kidney failure due to disease. This kidney that they had implanted into Quan's body had been manufacture and designed for the boy, by baiter. This organ, however, was an experimental piece of technology. It was a code core--though it was self-reliant and able to sap only tiny bits of an A.I.'s energy. They used it so that the organ could push a small extra bit of restorative energy through Quan's body to keep him alive. with this restorative energy, however, it seemed as though code had leaked through his system as well--without him realizing. This code, working its way through his body was very slight, but seemed to react strongly to genetic material. When he touched living organisms, he was able to break their entire structure down into code, within his mind--he was able to take genetic material and break it down into similar design to that of an A.I.'s base code.
After years within the company of baiter--tests being done on his body to find how it could adapt such abilities without undergoing the H.A.L.F test resulted in the doctors at baiter adjusting the man's kidney to allow for even more of the energy to flow into Quan's body. This small increase heightened his senses, and his abilities to sense genetic material boosted so high that he had to wear leather gloves to stop himself from directly contacting too many living things, and being overwhelmed by the information. However, this also allowed him to manipulate the genetic code that he broke down--and place the base code of genetic material into other objects, allowing the genetic code to adapt to its new form and change on its own whimsy. Thus birthing to B.A.I.T.R I.D. Cards.
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Name: Secretary Gigi Vanhousen - Secretary of the Main Offices
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Continent: North America
Baiter?: Yes
Appearance: Contrary to the belief of most, the weapon she carries is not her Code Core. She uses a blade-less sword, materializing an energy blade from the hilt whenever she needs to fight. Her Code Core, however, is the file folder in which she carries. She wears her frilly, full pant-suit most days, but she changes it up now and again, though she is always dressed professionally in business attire.
Personality: Gigi is a very kind woman, though she is stern. She is happy, and enjoys her job, but if you cross her, she will not hesitate to put you in your place. If you are rude to her, she will return the sentiment tenfold. However, if you are generally civil with her, she will never give you any trouble. She seems more mature than her age would imply, and looks even younger than she is.
Bio: She became a B.A.I.T.R after she was a secretary for some time, and when an irate baiter, crazed after a mission went wrong, attacked the offices, blaming them for sending him on a mission that he could not possibly do. She was nearly killed, and a long scar on her stomach is always hidden beneath her business attire from where he had stabbed her. The office's baiters however responded quickly, and saved her. She took her H.A.L.F exam after that to make sure nothing ever happened like that again.
*Just for reference, she is the secretary of the offices at the top of Gondora Tower, where you pick up missions, and where the highest level Baiter Agents are. She is not a secretary in the lower main facilities where people are usually mingling and such.*
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Name: Noah Jónsson - Missions investigator
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Continent: Europe
Baiter?: No
Appearance: Noah is a fairly attractive man, with somewhat shaggy black hair and chocolate colored eyes. He's on the taller side, reaching about 6'2", with a fairly thin build. He's not skinny, but rather has lean, compact muscles from years of Judo. He generally dresses business casual, though he does take a certain amount of pride in his appearance. He prefers to dress comfortable, though sometimes he would rather dress up and look nice for the day, but only on days when there's something going on.
Personality: Noah is very laid back, but takes a level of pride in what he does. He works hard, always making sure to get his paperwork on time, as well as sifting through the missions requests he receives with the utmost diligence, only sending Gigi the ones that are legitimate requests, or that which Baiters would actually need to go on to resolve. However, when Noah is on break, he is on break. He loves people, particularly children, and loves it when people come to his desk to talk to him, and particularly loves it when Quan Yuen stops by to play him in a game of cards.
Bio: Born and raised in Iceland, Noah lived a fairly boring life with his father Jón and his mother Fríða, both of them tasked with keeping up with the shields and borders of their town. Noah went to school like everyone else, only to decide that he didn't want to live in Iceland his entire life, especially when there was more to see in the world than closed off ports, and shielded off cities. At about the age of twenty, Noah left home to check out some other places in Europe. He passed through Paris, and various smaller towns that remained unprotected. Before long, he fell in love with a woman named Adélaïde in Paris, and settled down with her there. He plans to propose on her birthday.
While in Paris, he thought heavily about taking the Half exam. Talking to his girlfriend about it, he decided against ever being a Baiter, realizing that, while he was adept at fighting, he was unable stomach fighting to kill. Anything. He still wanted to help the organization out, though, and looked high and low for job opening he could be qualified for. He applied to be a secretary, and was able to get an interview, but when they hired him they placed him in another position. They gave him the job of a Missions Investigator, the person who find missions for the Baiters, then sends them out for them to choose from. Working closely with Gigi, he submits the missions to her, then overlooks mission reports when they come back.
