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[Dare's Legend is that of the Time Rangers.]

The entrances are in the most ordinary of places. They don't bother to hide the portals, nor are they worried about them being found, for they know all that deals with time and its events, thus knowing how to steer one away from ever stumbling on these portal entrances. Bathroom stalls, broom closets, grocery store freezers - these are what link the mortal world with that of the Time Rangers.

It is a realm separate from time itself, as its influence there is irrelevant. The buildings are devoid of colour, made of nothing ever seen on Earth before. The city is compact, without roads or cars or fast transport, for it is not necessary to desire speed when time has no place. Two balls of light adorn the sky, one duller than the other, and it is near impossible to differentiate between the ground and the sky, for both shades of white are too similar to make the distinction. Despite such a bland first impression, the city bustles with life and energy, its occupants dressed brightly in the garbs of many different Earth centuries and cultures. They, too, are timeless, borrowing here and there from the eras past and to come.

Within the heart of the city, a building, not unique from all the rest, is the only one absent of signs of life. That is, no one enters the building in the conventional sense. It stands four stories high, the white compound shaped into bricks on the outside. In here, the highest political network conducts their business in absolute secrecy. The High Council, as they are so generously named, has existed since the beginning of creation. The twelve individuals were born into power beyond the intellectual capabilities of a mortal human, and with this came the greatest burden of all. They have carefully scribed all the laws of the land, this world of the Time Rangers, and maintain their status as the upholders of justice.

Theirs is a type of justice that can be swayed, as corruption lies in all beings, not just in humans. The most notorious of all Council members is one woman by the name of Pandora. Whispers tell of her as a woman with an iron fist, but an unquenchable thirst for all things sexual. Her beauty works in her particular favour, and if she wants something, she will exploit any means possible to make it happen for her. With her already superior position on the High Council, it is a wonder how the world remains intact and in such an admirable serene state.

Laws forbid the meddling of the affairs of the mortal. A Ranger's duty is simple: to monitor their assigned mortal humans, acting as a sort of guardian angel figure. It is very important for Rangers to maintain their secrecy, so direct interference is discouraged unless absolutely necessary. Lowly Rangers are apprenticed in order to explore their skill in the area; if they do not adequately meet the qualifications, then they are assigned to mundane work limited only to the city. Those of higher rank and more developed skills are able to be "born" into the world to live amongst the mortal, their memories and power intact, but still only to be deployed if the laws allow it. They are privileged to a life on Earth, however brief a time in comparison to a Ranger's full soul life.

The full extent of a Ranger's power is highly circumstantial. Even the lowest of Rangers are able to teleport; and what an elegant sight it is to observe this ritual act. The Ranger's body relaxes, and much like wind blows away sand under the desert sun, so too is their body swept away in tiny, dust-like particles until nothing remains. Secondly - and this is a less common ability - a Ranger is able to access files that contain the memories of all mortals who have passed on. Those with lesser developed power can view them only in the depths of their own minds, while others, the more skilled, can transmit the images into the physical plane. This works best in an empty room, where one can observe a complete 360 degree viewpoint of the memory file. It is a most wondrous experience, and the limitations of language cannot truly explain just how breathtaking and intimate a gift it is.

Humankind will not be witness to anything more than whispers on the subject of the Time Rangers, for they are very precise about their work. Their work, quite often, is their life, and none would risk their life, never mind their race, to push along simple rumours. And so, the rest about this race remains a mystery yet to ever be solved.

Character's Name: April Tolcher.

Age: Child. [Looks 8-10 years old.]
Gender: Female.
Nationality: Hard to judge. Possible Native American traits?
Eye Color: Black.
Hair Color: Black and orange.
Hair Type: Thick and sleek, usually worn in pony tails. She clips her bangs back herself.
Type of Body / Build: Thin, frail. Not much strength on her.
Skin Tone: Fairly dark.
Height: 4'1".
Weight: 41 lbs.
Predominant Features:
Relationship Status: N/A.

General Appearance:

Parents: Pippin Tolcher.
Siblings: Only Dare matters to her.

Hobbies / Special Talents: Painting, observing, playing, traces of time magic..
Favorite Color(s): Orange, black, white. Paints of all colours.
Favorite Food: Corn on the cob.
Favorite Thing to Say: .. Not much. When she does speak, it's quite significant.

Personality:

Recent History: Has recently come to live with Dare. This will be interesting.