Marin Mattsson |
Ability Focus:
Direct Voodooism: Low Indirect Voodooism: High Self Voodooism: Low |
Marrin Mattsson is a ghost. He is a citizen that has been missing for two years.
He joined the Via Relay Chain when he was sixteen and was with them for three years before he was lost. It was his second mission outside of the borders as a trained member of the Scouting Branch. He spent one year as an EMT before he moved into to the Scouting Branch.
Weather was always unpredictable beyond the city. Powerful winds could topple debris that hung from buildings, sudden rains could pour from the heavens and flood the streets, waters can ice over and the buildings creak and moan with tension. On this mission, the heavens sent pelting rain onto the recon group. The team was prepared for the storm, but they were unable to manage their time. The storm flew over them quicker than expected and the water needles fell from the sky, drenching the team as they sought cover in the underground tunnels.
It was a wall of wet darkness, all sound blocked out by the clatter of rain on vehicles and the stone pavement. Marin was one of the many lost in the storm. His whole world shut down with a shuttering thunder and the shake of the earth. Thirty stories crumbled to the ground from above, sending a powerful gust of debris-ridden air, knocking away any last sense of direction he had with him to the ground along with his body. Marin awoke in excruciating pain. He felt his bones being brushed beneath the weight of fallen objects, and his eyes burned with chemicals stirred up from the collapsing building. He couldn't open his eyes. Anytime he did, the searing pain stung his vulnerable eyes. The protective goggles did little to help when they cracked. He lay there in agony, in complete darkness, unable to escape his imprisonment. His free but bloodied hand did little to help remove whatever had seeped into his eyes, and at last, he gave up. He waited for his chance to see light the final time, in his passing.
It was color. Blue. Of all things, he did not expect the light of death to be blue. It pushed through the darkness of his burning eyes, slowly fading, dimming. No! He did not want to lose it. He did not want to be left in the darkness alone again.
Four members of the team were never found, including Marin. No search teams were sent after the location became too diluted and dangerous. They marked them all as MIA.
Time became an abstract for Marin. Whether he lived for days or a day in the wreckage, he did not know. His world finally reopened with vibrant color and a new light. A brilliant blue. They called themselves the Sapphire Chromas, and they gifted him with sight and mended his body in return for his loyalty and servitude. Marin dedicated his new life to these individuals.
Marin is now 25 years old. He has straight blonde hair and the signature sapphire eyes, though slightly distorted to his past blindness. Without his chroma gaze, the darkness would return. He is 5'10. He has a somewhat flat nose that adds an interesting appeal to some, adding quirk to his appearance. Marin's role focuses on supply arms and providing Intel. He still has the ability to gain access to certain buildings close off strictly to the VRC, using his former ID and entry cards. He remains anonymous to the system to to his MIA status.
He joined the Via Relay Chain when he was sixteen and was with them for three years before he was lost. It was his second mission outside of the borders as a trained member of the Scouting Branch. He spent one year as an EMT before he moved into to the Scouting Branch.
Weather was always unpredictable beyond the city. Powerful winds could topple debris that hung from buildings, sudden rains could pour from the heavens and flood the streets, waters can ice over and the buildings creak and moan with tension. On this mission, the heavens sent pelting rain onto the recon group. The team was prepared for the storm, but they were unable to manage their time. The storm flew over them quicker than expected and the water needles fell from the sky, drenching the team as they sought cover in the underground tunnels.
It was a wall of wet darkness, all sound blocked out by the clatter of rain on vehicles and the stone pavement. Marin was one of the many lost in the storm. His whole world shut down with a shuttering thunder and the shake of the earth. Thirty stories crumbled to the ground from above, sending a powerful gust of debris-ridden air, knocking away any last sense of direction he had with him to the ground along with his body. Marin awoke in excruciating pain. He felt his bones being brushed beneath the weight of fallen objects, and his eyes burned with chemicals stirred up from the collapsing building. He couldn't open his eyes. Anytime he did, the searing pain stung his vulnerable eyes. The protective goggles did little to help when they cracked. He lay there in agony, in complete darkness, unable to escape his imprisonment. His free but bloodied hand did little to help remove whatever had seeped into his eyes, and at last, he gave up. He waited for his chance to see light the final time, in his passing.
It was color. Blue. Of all things, he did not expect the light of death to be blue. It pushed through the darkness of his burning eyes, slowly fading, dimming. No! He did not want to lose it. He did not want to be left in the darkness alone again.
Four members of the team were never found, including Marin. No search teams were sent after the location became too diluted and dangerous. They marked them all as MIA.
Time became an abstract for Marin. Whether he lived for days or a day in the wreckage, he did not know. His world finally reopened with vibrant color and a new light. A brilliant blue. They called themselves the Sapphire Chromas, and they gifted him with sight and mended his body in return for his loyalty and servitude. Marin dedicated his new life to these individuals.
Marin is now 25 years old. He has straight blonde hair and the signature sapphire eyes, though slightly distorted to his past blindness. Without his chroma gaze, the darkness would return. He is 5'10. He has a somewhat flat nose that adds an interesting appeal to some, adding quirk to his appearance. Marin's role focuses on supply arms and providing Intel. He still has the ability to gain access to certain buildings close off strictly to the VRC, using his former ID and entry cards. He remains anonymous to the system to to his MIA status.
Remy/Rem Dejan |
Ability Focus:
Direct Voodooism: Average Indirect Voodooism: Low Self Voodooism: Low |
Rem always had a knack for crafts. It started out as clay molds, then shifted to origami and weaving. On the long nights while he waited for his father to finish work at the shop, Rem occupied himself with whatever he could find lying around. He used molding clay from his father's storeroom to simply pass the time, not necessarily seeking practice or any sort of skill in the craft; though, with time, he became a natural. As he got older, and no longer had to stay at his father's side on the long work days, he found his own job loading ships on the canal with resources to be shipped to the Joint. The labor helped strengthen his body as he worked with the heavy loads. He also helped solve mechanic problems. He was an active worker, and was paid decently for his efforts, though he never felt connected to the work. He was living day by day, not thinking of one time or another more than the last.
Since his mother passed away in the hospital after being shot by a drive-by shooting, both he and his father struggled to rebuild the family. Rem was fourteen when it happened, and was walking with his mother at the moment it happened. He heard the rumble of the motorcycle down the road, and watched it speed past, gun in hand, firing several rounds into the crowd on the sidewalk. His heart-rate picked up, and he watched as the phantom cyclist continued down the strip. He heard women cry out, men shout in pain, and his mother's silence. There was already blood, so much blood.
Four years later, on one of the long train rides back from from work, Rem was watched. He passed the time by toying with his paper crafts, but was interrupted by the stares of another passenger. If there was one thing that got to him, it was constantly being watched as he worked on his small crafts. "You're one of the victims from the shootings." This blue eyed individual spoke after bypassing Rem's request to quit looking at him. Eventually the conversation led into something Rem was drawn to. Something that actually got his attention. "I know who the shooter was that day."
They struck a deal with him. If Rem wished to serve justice and seek revenge on his mother's killer, he could join these people who called themselves the Sapphire Chromas. They would give him power, and sight. They promised a new beginning, one where the killers of the innocent will be no more. Rem accepted, and his already colored eyes became perfected. He'd already been living in the Sapphires territory, but now he was an active member of the group. Since joining, Rem has received the benefits of no longer having to work in an area of disinterest. The Sapphire own the businesses, and supply him and his family with the needs to live a content life. Rem now crafts the many types of voodoo dolls the Sapphires may use, given strange material foreign to him to do so. The fabric feels as though there are small pieces of granite within the pen-sized fabric bumps, giving it a slightly rough texture. Oddly enough, Rem is able to feel a difference. Not physically, but there's something about the material that has a stronger connection. Though Rem seems to always be working on these mysterious crafts for the Sapphires, he doesn't necessarily take pride in his work. His emotions have been on a low since his mother's passing.
Rem is 6'1 with a fit body from his time spent at the loading docks. One may think silence means smarts, but Rem doesn't necessarily have exceeding knowledge, though he's open to any new facts or key information.
Since his mother passed away in the hospital after being shot by a drive-by shooting, both he and his father struggled to rebuild the family. Rem was fourteen when it happened, and was walking with his mother at the moment it happened. He heard the rumble of the motorcycle down the road, and watched it speed past, gun in hand, firing several rounds into the crowd on the sidewalk. His heart-rate picked up, and he watched as the phantom cyclist continued down the strip. He heard women cry out, men shout in pain, and his mother's silence. There was already blood, so much blood.
Four years later, on one of the long train rides back from from work, Rem was watched. He passed the time by toying with his paper crafts, but was interrupted by the stares of another passenger. If there was one thing that got to him, it was constantly being watched as he worked on his small crafts. "You're one of the victims from the shootings." This blue eyed individual spoke after bypassing Rem's request to quit looking at him. Eventually the conversation led into something Rem was drawn to. Something that actually got his attention. "I know who the shooter was that day."
They struck a deal with him. If Rem wished to serve justice and seek revenge on his mother's killer, he could join these people who called themselves the Sapphire Chromas. They would give him power, and sight. They promised a new beginning, one where the killers of the innocent will be no more. Rem accepted, and his already colored eyes became perfected. He'd already been living in the Sapphires territory, but now he was an active member of the group. Since joining, Rem has received the benefits of no longer having to work in an area of disinterest. The Sapphire own the businesses, and supply him and his family with the needs to live a content life. Rem now crafts the many types of voodoo dolls the Sapphires may use, given strange material foreign to him to do so. The fabric feels as though there are small pieces of granite within the pen-sized fabric bumps, giving it a slightly rough texture. Oddly enough, Rem is able to feel a difference. Not physically, but there's something about the material that has a stronger connection. Though Rem seems to always be working on these mysterious crafts for the Sapphires, he doesn't necessarily take pride in his work. His emotions have been on a low since his mother's passing.
Rem is 6'1 with a fit body from his time spent at the loading docks. One may think silence means smarts, but Rem doesn't necessarily have exceeding knowledge, though he's open to any new facts or key information.
Avox Featherfoot |
Ability Focus:
Direct Voodooism: Indirect Voodooism: Self Voodooism: |
Avox is a crazy kid. He's always under foot, always getting into trouble, and always up to the most random of things. More than once, he's been seen trying to adopt 'an army of squirrels' and build contraptions on the roof of his ramshackle home that he swears will eventually become fully functioning, retractable gliders. He's creative and determined enough to do anything, but everyone thinks he's just a waste of space. He never does anything practical and won't sit down and learn in school. He's the goofy kid in the background that everyone ignores and doesn't want to be around, but also the goofy kid that everyone laughs at when he does something stupid or silly. The Sapphire Chromas don't really know what to do with him. He follows orders well enough if he remembers, but otherwise, they just hope he will wind up recruiting people, even if it's on accident. Avox was never anywhere near Sapphire Chroma territory yet he has become one of them nonetheless. It wasn't by any desire of his own or any conscious thought. Nor was it being in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least where the Chroma bit is concerned. Avox Featherfoot lived far away on the edge of the planet's rifts where chaos, immorality, and crime were at their highest. He lived there with his kid brother, the both of them little orphan rats in one of a hundred different gutters. His brother died one day, and Avox was soon to follow. But perhaps destiny or maybe luck brought a certain someone to Avox. This someone saved him. Took him to the city of Taopleco. It was when Avox woke up that he realized he was no longer in the gutters, and also that he was no longer himself. His eyes glowed a brilliant blue.