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FOR SIGMA:

Mother Figure
Name: Mayna Kerst Rel
Age: 34
Brief description: Short with dark hair and eyes, Latina. She was pretty cute.
Do you get along? Yes.
Do they get along with the rest of the family? Yes.
Is she your biological mother? If not how did they come to be your family and what do you know about your biological mother? She is his biological mother. Is harvested during a Zeit raid and never seen again.

Father Figure
Name: Frederick Olin Rel
Age: 38
Brief description: A tall man with piercing bright-green eyes, Germanic. Often hairy.
Do you get along? Yes.
Do they get along with the rest of the family? Yes.
Is he your biological father? If not how did they come to be your family and what do you know about your biological father? He is Sigma's biological father. Also harvested during a Zeit raid.

Sibling
Name: Kalina Tremont Rel
Age: 14?
Gender: Female
Brief description: Inherited the dark skin of her mother and the lighter hair of her father. She stands at about 5'4".
Do you get along? Yes.
Do they get along with the rest of the family? Yes.
Are they your biological sibling? If not how did they come to be your family and what do you know about your biological sibling? She is his biological sibling and current plot device in Sigma's story.

Grandfather
Name: Tremont Roster Hachter.
Age: 76
Gender: Male
Relationship: Grandfather
Brief description: Old man. Father of Sigma's father.
Do you get along? Briefly.
Do they get along with the rest of the family? Yes.
Are they your biological family? If not how did they come to be your family? He is biologically Sigma's family.. Wandered off and died due to dementia.

Grandmother
Name: Yonda Milan Hachter.
Age: 75
Gender: Female
Relationship: Grandmother
Brief description: Old woman. Mother of Sigma's father.
Do you get along? Briefly.
Do they get along with the rest of the family? Yes.
Are they your biological family? If not how did they come to be your family? She is Sigma's biological family. Died due to frailty.

Sigma's History Sheet

Birth:
Date of Birth: 4/12/AoS78 (4th month, 12th day, Age of Science 78th year)
Location: Modesto SCU (Science Community Unit) Loadbay 7.
Conditions: Pretty normal except for the improvised birthing room.

Childhood:
Location: Modesto SCU, in a house.
Conditions: Happy childhood spent in middle-class living conditions.
Early Education: Tutored and homeschooled by the working community.
Middle Education: SCUIA (Science Community Unit Integrated Academy) (equivalent to a very-prestigious private school)
Events: Fearing the worst, Sigma's parent sent him and his sister away to live with his grandparents as though it was a simple summer vacation. While Sigma and his sister were away his parents were abducted in a Zeit Raid. Soon after both Sigma's grandparents bite the dust. His grandma from frailty, and his grandfather from wandering off.

Teenage Years:
Location: Kaleb, Kaleb County, Rivervelt State, Plymouth Nation, Aglia. In a house on a farm.
Conditions: Middle-class. Between parental and grandparental inheritance lived a comfortable middle-class life. Sigma experienced few moments of unhappiness.
Occupation: Produce and Livestock Farmer.
Secondary Education: Self-taught by Kieglan's Multitudinous Encyclopedias.
Relationships: Became the father figure and single-handedly raised his sister from his grandparent's death onwards.
Events: Pitied by the town, their farm was tended to by multiple people day-in and day-out. As a teenager of substantial motivation and skill, Sigma was able to manage the household, farmstead, and raise his sister without much help other than farm workers and the occasional mechanic.

Adulthood:
Location: Mombasa, Nun'we (a.k.a. "Bloodstudy")
Conditions: Terrible.
Occupation: Monster
Higher Education: The stolen books from Dr. Von Hammerzeit.
Events: A rather unusual Zeit Raid took place in Kaleb, resulting in a town decimated by black rain. Sigma and his sister were the only survivors they knew of as the town had been cleared while they hid from the black rain in the storm cellar. After hearing strange noises the next night they hid in the storm cellar again, but the noises got closer and closer until creatures broke into the cellar and seized Sigma, who was then taken to Von Hammerzeit.

Von Hammerzeit experimented on Sigma resulting in what you see today.

His sister was also captured, Sigma had believed she had escaped unnoticed. Proven wrong during his final escape attempt when his sister, "Chi" was set against him.

He escaped without harming her.

Likes:
1) Astrology
2) Reading
3) Familial Bonds
4) Being Outside
5) Listening to Music
6) Science

Dislikes:
1) Himself
2) Being Pitied
3) Feeling Helpless
4) Doing Things the Hard Way
5) Certain Smells
6) Mad Science

Just because I think it'd be fun, here is Sigma's Profile should he have been a fighter in the Event.

Basics
Character Name: Experiment Sigma
How often can you check/post to the event? Never, never ever.
Looks: White shaggy hair that hangs over his face. One eye is a glowing purple while the other is black with a yellow iris. He stands at thin and pale-grey 5'8" with black veins. Sigma has a clawed left hand and a regular right hand. He also sports raptor-talons for feet and excessively sharp teeth.
Personality: Sigma struggles with his human side and monster appearance. He knows full well the dangers of his more aggressive emotions and does much to try and control them. However, his hatred for himself makes it hard for him to achieve harmony.
Brief bio/introduction: A mysterious hybrid of chatoic energy and humanity, the exemplary figure of mad science, EXPERIMENT SIGMA!
Describe your fighting style: Sigma is quick and capable. His speed is only matched by his durability, and he can withstand multiple blows to the point of inhumanity. He is not a dirty fighter in human form.
In his Chaotic Freak form he is quick, strong, and stupid. Sigma can and will be excessively violent and excessively dirty, preferring a sadistic slow death for his victims over a quick and painless one.
Describe your weapons: Claws, talons, and teeth.
Magic: Chaotic Freak. Not so much magic as it is a form shift. When Sigma gets excessively angry he loses control of his human form and becomes a chaotic monster capable of great evil. Fortunately this monster is rather dumb.

Stats
Scale of 0-20 with < 5 being dysfunctional and 20 being incredibly adept. The average is between 10 and 13. You have 75 points to put into the following:

Strength: 9
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 5

Chaotic Freak:

Strength: 20
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 2
Charisma: 1


Abilities
Scale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following:
Armor: 4 (torso)
Armed Combat:
Unarmed Combat: 4 (claws), 3 (teeth), 5 (talons)
Magic: Chaotic Freak (5)

Chaotic Freak:
Armor: 5 (torso, head, limbs) (15)
Armed Combat:
Unarmed Combat: 4 (claws), 4 (teeth), 5 (talons), 2 (tail)
Magic: None.

Sigma's Exposé

In his search for the bloodworks Sigma found a rather, unwelcome guest instead. It was the man in the hawaiian shirt.

"Having fun Sigma?" The man was leaning against a wall, staring up at the sky, Sigma had half a mind to ignore him.

"Come now, all this and you can't even talk to me?"

"I do not wish to talk to you."

"What if I said you could join in?"

"And if I didn't want to?"

The man in the hawaiian shirt lifted off the wall and grabbed Sigma's shoulders. "You don't have a choice."

Sigma went to pull away, but as he did so his surroundings changed, suddenly he was standing on the arena floor, the sand sticking to his talons. But something was off, different. There were large sheets suspended above the floor dampening the heat of the sun, and thee crowd had changed to from people of all sorts to monsterous humanoids, all gnashing their teeth and cheering.

The man had not left.

"This isn't even..." Sigma started.

"I know, but that's busy so we're going to one of my own."

"Look, Ri-."

"Up-pup-pup," the man held his hand up, "you know very well to call me the Author."

Sigma started over, his voice in full contempt, "Look, Author, I don't want to fight, you remember what happens when I fight? Why don't you fight, give the crowd something to look at."

The author thought that over a minute. "You know that's not a bad idea, have to scale down what I could do though."

"Good, now let go of me, and let me go back."

"Oh no, you're staying."

Sigma merely growled at that remark and started to walk away from the man who harassed him so.

As a result this became;

The Author's Exposé.



Rules:
No Magic
No Weapons

Drums pounded above the arena floor. Fires blossomed, monstrous humanoids gnashed their teeth and waved their limbs. Upon a dusty platform a robed figure walked out and held out its hands. The arduous, unintelligible language of the creature issued forth and the crowd quieted. It spoke for a minute and the monsters quiet, but as its voice rose, so too did the activity in the arena, before long, the monsters were cheering and screaming again.

And then, the figure snapped its finger, and all was silence. All that could be heard were the sounds of sands shifting as an unnatural wind stirred the arena floor. That shifting turned into shuffling, and that shuffling turned to rumbling, beneath the sands bones moved, clattered, and rose, giving the Author view of the fallen as their skulls ascended, followed by their bodies.

In the matter of moments, the arena floor went from empty to filled with the unholy. The skeletons did not screech or scream, they simply moved, all towards the hawaiian shirt-clad man who stood in the center, arms crossed, smiling.

"Ooooh, skeletons, I could be more original." The Author let his arms down and knelt to take off his sandals. As he rose the first skeleton was upon him, and to dispatch it the author simply smashed his sandal into the pelvis of the encroaching skeleton where it crumbled instantly. This earned a "hmph" from the man, who tossed the same sandal at another skeleton and it too crumbled.

Well at least it was not going to be too hard.

The author was about to repeat the same thing aloud when he was caught from behind by a blind swipe from a closing skeleton. Its finger bones caught in his loose shirt and tugged on it, the man's response was to whip around on the ball of his foot and smack the skull clear off the body of the skeleton. The skull sailed through the crowd and landed softly, the body, however, began to flail madly as the man dodged and made his way behind it only to have his shoulders caught in the claws of another skeleton.

It became apparent that the skeletons were hording like zombies.

The Author felt his shirt tugged at and pulled as they all closed in on him, within seconds the author was not to be seen as bones clattered over bone, and the slow shuffling of unfleshed limbs filled the quieted arena. It could not be over so soon, and the monsters were disappointed.

Of course, it wasn't over, the Author was simply picking shinbones out from underneath the skeletons, and as he did so they would fall and pile on top of him, until they formed a writhing shell of bone around him, which he propped up with his back. The man was surprised they weren't biting, or clawing, or even kicking, just moving....it was odd.

It might be because he was only human.

To the Author, however, this was nothing, so he started to move underneath the shell he had made, and as he did the skeletons would fall and crumble behind him. He stood powerfully thrusting the remaining skeletons off and what met his sight was disturbing; despite the fallen skeletons, more were rising. To the audience, this was a veritable sea of bones, rising and falling with every step, like a hollow broken tide.

The Author began to worry. He did the only thing he could think to do in a situation like this, he freaked out.

"BLAHAHAHAHAHA!" He screamed and ran around waving his arms crashing them into skeleton after skeleton and they, in turn, crashing to the ground. He did this unstoppably for a bit, but instead of thinning the ranks, it cut slowly closing currents in a slowly closing sea. The author saw now reason to stop.