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located in The 'RIP', a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

The 'RIP'

The Davrell Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals (christened 'The RIP') is the Terran National Government's largest, most secure detention and rehabilitation center for criminals of paranormal or supernatural persuasion. A massive collection of stony towers spiraling out of a Gothic manor, The RIP is a dark place; its intricately designed post-Romanesque architecture both enticing and intimidating. Despite its delicate, artistic appearance, The RIP is one of the most foundationally-sound institutes on Terra, its structure build from a near-indestructible calcyx-marble allatrope blend and laced with a plethora of mighty arcane wards and devout prayers. Responsible for housing and jailing over a thousand "supers" at any given time, The RIP uses only the latest technology, the strongest magics and the most intelligent doctors to secure, control and educate their "guests". The RIP is overseen by director Joran Davrell, a prestigious NPA agent and former university professor.

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Character Portrait: Jonathon Lectre
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He arrived much like he always did to such events, disheveled, annoyed, and with a lit cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. Granted he, and the actions of the corporation he had inherited (and now ran), had been kept in the dark for quite a bit. He had recently heard word of a particular building he also inherited being blown up in some sort of terrible event of sorts. He didn't really mind, because his father had cared far more for that building than he ever had as a child.

Regardless, his adviser to the company insisted on starting up some form of restoration project or another. Not that he didn't have the finances, he had plenty, he just would rather the place remain as rubble. What was another shit stain on the map, anyway?

His means in particular of arriving there were standard, it was via limousine, and as he stepped out of it, hand raised to his eyes to shield whatever barrage of flashes might come his way, the driver announced his arrival in a rather extravagant tone.

"I would like to announce the arrival of Mr. Jonathon Lectre, heir to the Lectre Corporation, and tycoon extraordinaire."

Jonathon would only scoff at this, raising a hand to run through his hair and using the free one to pick the cigarette from his mouth and toss it to his feet, then proceeding to grind his heel into it. He was just a pissant like all the rest of them.