Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Real World Age: 35
Fantasy World Age: 48
Real World Appearance:
Fantasy World Appearance:
Real World Personality: Sibyl is obsessed with her work. She has spent years working on a theory for breaking through into parallel worlds. When she managed to create the window into the Atleos, she leaped at the opportunity offered to her by Queen Grimhild. She has very little care for people around her who get hurt by her work, and doesn't make friends or connections to other people very easily.
Fantasy World Personality: Queen Grimhild is a bitter woman, cursed with ugliness. She hates the people of the land for what has been done to her, and has no control left over the world. She wishes to regain control of the kingdom by any means necessary, and is using Sibyl's work as a method to achieve her goals.
Real Character Background: Sibyl graduated at the top of her class of Caltech, majoring in Theoretical physics. She was quickly hired by Knapp Research International (KRI) and moved her way up through the company at a rapid pace. Soon she was working at the head of her own department, on technology to allow energy to be transferred between worlds. One night, while working on her own, she managed to create a small portal in a bowl of water that allows her to see into the fantasy world.
Fantasy Character Background: Queen Grimhild was cursed long ago by a stranger who felt spited by her negligence, turning her ugly and dark. She vowed revenge on the stranger, and still hunts for him today. She was still able to take power, using her witchcraft, but was unloved by her people for her harsh and cruel rule. Eventually, she was overthrown by her stepdaughter and her husband, who are next in line to rule the kingdom. She fled, leaving behind her niece and nephew to be raised by Queen Wilster, and now takes up residency in the ruins of Prydain. She was presented with an opportunity to take her revenge when a woman appeared in her magic mirror one night, claiming to have the ability to pull people out of the fantasy world and into Earth.
Sibyl looked into the bowl of cooling fluid she now kept permanently on her desk, and was greeted by a much more hideous face staring back at her. The woman-if she could be called that-was giving yet another one of her ridiculous soliloquies about how she'd destroy her enemies and take back her throne once more.
"She thought she could take MY kingdom! HAH! We'll show that goody little Queen exactly what she's messed with, and THEN who'll be living in this ruin of a castle?!" Queen Grimhild screamed at the ceiling.
"That's all very nice," Sibyl said, "But we don't even know if this will work..."
"Of course it will!" the Queen snapped, glaring into her mirror, "Don't tell me you doubt me now..."
"Of course not!" Sibyl said quickly, pulling back from her pool and looking away from the deathly stare the queen was giving her. "I'm just saying we've never been able to test this, and it was pure luck that I was able to make contact in the first place..."
"Ah, but you didn't have me, my dear," the Queen cackled, "I can assure you; as long as you keep your connection active, this curse will coat the land with my wrath."
"But how will we know if it worked?" Sibyl asked.
"Don't worry; I've got that all worked out. Listen to me..."
"Cain! Come here!" Queen Grimhild shouted, moving away from the mirror. She walked to the center of the room and prepared herself to cast the spell. She heard the door open behind her. "Ah, good. I require your assistance for a second." She pointed to several instruments on the table. "I am casting a curse that requires those to be in an exact position. Take the vial in your left hand; the spellbook under your arm; Yes, now put the ladle between your fore and middle fingers of the right hand; Good, good..." The queen looked into her mirror out of the corner of her eye, making sure that Cain matched the position of the man standing on the other side.
"Ready?!" She shouted, smiling evilly. She returned to the center of the room and began to chant. "Ianua inter regnis aperite ut hosties meam non videre possim, et ianua non clausus fuit donec talis tempo ut mors meam captuisset!" On her final word, she let her arms fly outwards and release the energy of the spell into the world. She looked up to watch Cain, as he vanished from the world to be replaced by a small, spindly man in strange cloths.
Sibyl heeded the Queen's instructions and called out for the nearest person. "Nathan!" She shouted, and the man came running. "I'm about to run an experiment-I need you to hold some things for me." Sibyl walked around the room, acting like she was setting up equipment, handing Nathan random objects until he couldn't hold any more. She returned to her desk and looked into the bowl; "Now what?"
Her answer didn't come as she saw the queen begin to cast her curse in her own world, and she stepped back from the bowl out of instinct. She turned to Nathan, "Wait right there," she said, and continued to twiddle with the dials on her machine, without actually changing anything. Suddenly, she heard some objects drop behind her, and she turned to see a strange, strong-looking man standing where Nathaniel had been.
Queen Grimhild looked the man up and down. He looked like the man she'd heard about in the mirror. She turned to speak into the mirror. After a quick conversation, she turned to the man and smiled, displaying her magically decayed teeth. "Sorry, but we no longer require your services. Guards!"
Two massive, undead creatures burst through the doors, grabbing the man. "Take him away," she said, waving her hand and turning back to the mirror to check up on Sibyl. She shouted back after the creatues, "And tell Garen he's got a promotion!"
The guards dragged the man to the front gates, ignoring his weak resistance. They threw him to the ground outside the gates, leaving him outside in the harsh dead forests of Prydain. They then shut the door in his face.
"It worked!" Sibyl shouted, jumping in the air. "It worked! It worked it worked it worked!" Sibyl did a little victory dance and ran up the the man and gave him a hug of excited glee, when she suddenly took a deep breathe and realized he smelt like wet dog. She let go of him and looked at him properly, then backed away in a hurry. He had dark gray skin, and he loomed over her. She turned to speak into the bowl on her desk. She kept her voice down, muttering into the glass until her conversation was over. She promptly stood and turned to the man, "Uhh... right. You're in... Well, I don't really know how to explain it. You're in New York."
"It's... complicated. New York is in a different world from your own," Sibyl said, stepping in front of the bowl of water on her desk, "I didn't mean to drag a person through the gap... I'm sorry. I don't know anything about a queen, but I don't think there's a way to make contact. I'm really sorry..." Sibyl bit her lip, hoping the man bought it. "What's your name?"
"You can't! I don't know how it works. I can't make contact with her... I'm sorry," Sibyl moved back from him. She backed all the way up to her desk, reaching behind to search for something. "I can't really do anything for you, other than try to explain what happened..."
"You're in New York, like I said. It's a city with a massive industry; just look," Sibyl led the man towards the window, picking up a pair of scissors on her way. "Six million people live here. I work as a scientist, and was running an experiment in travelling through parallel universes. I was in the middle of a very early trial when a strange, horribly ugly woman made contact with me. She helped me complete the machine, and... well, here you are! Sorry for the inconvenience." She lifted up the scissors towards his head, "Now, if you don't mind..."
"Oh, calm down," she said, using the scissors to take a lock of his hair. She quickly backed away again; the man smelled simply awful, "You say you're a werewolf? The data from this hair alone would be enough to revolutionize genetic engineering. I'll send this down to their department right away." She placed the hair in a petri dish and turned back to him, "I don't suppose you know what a blood test is, do you?"
Sibyl laughed, "No, no, no. We have a way of gaining information about things like healing in our world, but taking a sample of someone's blood and looking at it carefully. We call it testing. In our world, where we have a lot of different samples, we can actually figure out where in the world someone came from and who their parents were just from a single drop. Since we only have one sample from your world, we won't be able to do that with you, but we can still learn a lot about how someone of your species grows, begins to exist, or even find a way to create a new type of medicine that would revolutionize our world." Sibyl smiled, "If you're willing, of course." She didn't really intend to give him a choice, but it would be much better if he volunteered his blood than if she had to get security from their weapons department down here.
Queen Grimhild rose from her seat in front of the mirror. The mirror displayed the dear Miranda and her two wards prancing about in their lovely castle. The Queen grimaced and left her chambers, shouting as she went. "Garen! Prepare my carriage! I have a journey to make!" She stormed through the castle. Her curse worked; Cain's fate had proven that. Now she just needed to get the family into the proper position. As long as the other woman kept her side of the deal up, there was no way they could stop her.
But first, she needed to make an alliance. While her undead guards were strong, the could not easily infiltrate the castle; She needed to speak to the Master Thief.
Sibyl watched as the werewolf man suddenly ran away from her lab. "Shit..." she muttered, before getting up and running after him. He was a lot more fit than her, and before she could catch up he'd escaped into the streets of the city. Sibyl stood at the door, staring out into the street. She sighed, closing the door and returning to her lab.
She stared into the bowl on her desk, "Hello?" She waited for a reply, but none came. "Nathaniel!" She shouted, but there was no reply. "Nathani-" she stopped. "Right." She sighed, and looked down at her desk. After several minutes of thought, she picked up the phone and dialed.
"911, what's the nature of your emergency?"
Several minutes of explanation later, she was on her way down to the station in order to give a sketch of the injured and mentally unstable Nathaniel that had escaped from the labs.
Sibyl sat in the police station, helping them shift through the CCTV footage from the area around the city. She witnessed the man--Cain, as he was called--leave her lab building and head out into the streets. "That's him! That's Nathan!" she said. It seemed that weird illusion thing he had done didn't work on digital eyes... that would be useful to know.
"That's Nathaniel O'Connor?" the officer asked, looking at the image he had on file.
"I told you, he was severely affected by a serum in our labs. We need to get him under medical supervision, or it could start to affect other people in the city!" She said, urgency creeping into her voice. Now, she also had a cover story for any others who were switched as a result of the Queen's curse. If she got the police force looking out for the alternate beings, she'd be able to make sure they stayed together and away from her work. And her company would get invaluable information on different genetic structures in the closest creatures to human that they'd ever found. "Please, officer, you need to get a security team down there as soon as possible!"
Forty minutes of security footage later, a team of trained officers was knocking on the door of Damon Baird's apartment. "Mr. Baird, it's the NYPD. We have reason to believe a dangerous fugitive is in your house. Stand away from the door."