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Avis Starling

"My greatest comfort is that the past will not be repeated."

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a character in “Age Is But A Number”, as played by Miss Nomer

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{"Someone once said we are all in the gutter. If only the playing field were so even.”}
-Avis [Referencing Oscar Wilde]
Mineshaft || New Revolution || The Crow
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|{Full Name}|
Avis [No Middle Name] Starling

|{Nickname}|
Some simply call her Starling, but Avis is preferred

|{Age}|
Twenty-four [24]

|{Ethnicity}|
A mix of Romanian, Ukrainian, Austrian, and German ancestry

|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual

|{Role}|
Breaker

|{Charm}|
Avis's charm is a leather watch with multiple bands strapped together, including some with beads and braids. There is a charm of a wing on it, perhaps following with Avis's theme of birds. This charm may very well have been the source of her fixation on birds, though it is perhaps the cult in which she got it that put wings and flight in her mind. She was given it when she first joined the cult, by someone who didn't realize what it was. Even having realized that she had been trapped in a sort of hell, Avis carried the watch --only to eventually find out what it really was. It might not have been passed down to her by a family member, but it is a possession that she guards fiercely, a reminder of who she once allowed herself to be. A memoir of something that shaped her, or rather carved her, it functions very well for Avis. It doesn't alter her clothing though, much to the girl's dismay.

|{Mentality}|
"The Breakers are a family, and I would not hesitate to gut like a fish anyone who tries to lay a finger on one of them, even the ones I'm not fond of. That's what family does, isn't it? They're the realest family I've ever known, after all. The Watcher's can go off themselves, for all I care --I've seen the danger in people, and don't think that giving time travel to the general public is the wisest of decisions. I'm impartial towards the Stretchers. They seem alright enough, I mean to say."




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{"I told her once I wasn't good at anything. She said survival is a talent.”}
-Susanna Kaysen
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Regular Smoker Sucks On Spoons Carries Hard Candy Frequently Changes Hairstyle Only Takes Cold Showers Makes Faces At Children Despises Cats Left-Handed Gets Nervous Around Hospitals Seems to Have a Thing About Birds and Wings

|{Likes}|
The Breakers {"They are the first real family I've ever had."} || Cigarettes || Finding Interesting Graffiti and Messages Carved Into Trees || Children || Efficiency || Successful Missions || Short-Range Combat || Street Performers || Respect for Privacy || Loud Music Through Headphones || Birds || Unmolested Areas of Nature || Meditation || Families || Bonfires || Souvenirs || Scalding Hot Tea || Cold Showers || Stargazing

|{Dislikes}|
Cages || Small, Dark Places || Excessive Dependency || Hot Showers/Baths || Drugs || Graveyards || Nosiness || Harm Towards Other Breakers || Cats || Hospitals || Large Meals || Lukewarm Drinks || Long-Range Weapons [She's Not a Sniper Type] || Failing Missions || Bringing Up The Past || The Scent of Gasoline || Earrings || Taking Pictures || Having To Find Period Clothing || Harming Children || Bright Lights || Electronic Music

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Physical Combat
Knowledge of Stars/Constellations
Efficient Killer
Difficult To Break [Through Torture and the Like]
Skilled Pick-Pocket

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Puts The Idea of Family on a Pedestal
Minor PTSD
Poor Long-Distance Aim
Becomes Overly Touchy About People Asking About Her Past
Predisposed to Addiction [A few years sober, but still at risk]

|{Hobbies}|
Sparring - Avis originally learned how to fight on the streets, in a no-rules setting that often meant hurt or be hurt. These days, she's able to tone it down for sparring, and finds it a good way to work off nervous energy and frustration.
Meditation - Avis's meditation is more about being alone in an area where she feels safe, and allowing herself to relax. Whenever something comes up that threatens to trigger past memories, she will seclude herself to 'meditate'.

|{Fears}|
øLosing Her New Familyø
øSmall Dark Spaces, and Cagesø
øThe Cultø
øRelapsing to Addictionø

|{Secrets}|
The only person whom she let know about her past membership in the cult known as WINGS is the former leader, who is now dead. She doesn't like to talk about it.
That she used to have a heavy dependency on drugs.
She doesn't have a family history of time-travelers or Breakers
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{"You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”}
-Emily Dickinson


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|{Personality}|
{ Protective & Loyal, Dependent, Morally Ambiguous, Durable, Adaptable }
Growing up in foster care, taken away from her mother at a young age, Avis has always idolized the idea of family. It is this idolization that made her vulnerable to being pulled into cult activity, and that drew her to the Breakers. In her mind, family means protecting one another, and means that betrayal is the greatest of sins. It is because of this that she is so fiercely loyal to the Breakers, willing to dirty her hands for the sake of the group, to push herself to the extreme if it is for the good of the group. There is no doubt that she will ever betray the crew, no matter what might happen. In fact, being accused of spying, of being a traitor, would perhaps be the most painful thing that she could be subjected to. The very suggestion that her allegiance to the Breakers may be placed under doubt is enough to make her jump up and feel the need to prove herself --admittedly only making her look rather guilty. She isn't forgiving of those who hurt her fellow Breakers, even when the person actually hurt is willing to brush it off. She is the sort to wait until the one hurt is gone, and then threaten to make the assailant beg for the relief of death. Growing up partially on the streets and partially in a toxic, violent environment, she isn't above relying on violence to protect those she cares about. In fact, she'd rather it be her carrying out the truly dirty jobs than have her 'family' stain their hands. If it is for the sake of the 'family', she will allow herself to be the jacket thrown out so that the others can avoid walking through the mud, and will willingly offer her shoulders as support and stepping stones. The woman might claim to despise the dependency she once had, but it becomes painfully clear that her willingness to lower herself for the other Breakers is just a different manifestation of dependency.

Of course, her idea of dirtying her hands is different than another person's might be. Killing does not qualify, nor does stealing or something of the like. Her moral compass is somewhat less than straight, similar to most of the other Breakers. She sees violence as a perfectly reasonable means to stop something or make a point, willing to make very graphic threats against those who have hurt her 'family' or children. Along with this, her idea of an innocent is sometimes different than another person's might be. She agrees, of course, that children would be considered innocents, but does not think that being clear of crime makes a person innocent. Legal cruelty, for example, can make someone free game as far as only killing non-innocents goes. And she only starts to consider things as not quite on the straight and narrow once they get truly bad, such as vile torture and the like, things which she has witnessed and, if she felt it were necessary, would not be above committing. Only for the sake of the family, of course. This crooked moral compass is something formed in order to survive. When it comes down to it, Avis is a survivor of sorts. She is durable, having seen things that most have nightmares about [she certainly does], and yet still pushing forwards. The young woman has a lot of foul memories hanging on her back, and yet does not allow herself to retreat within. She can put up with quite a lot of physical bruising and beating without giving in --psychological torture is perhaps the only sort that can break her, though even that has a hard time. Despite what her obsession with family and creatures so fragile as birds might suggest, the young woman is hardened from experience. She can survive everything but the last thing --that, and the ptsd-induced flashbacks. It takes a lot to break her, basically, and this is helpful on missions that become more grueling. Insults and the like have little effect on her these days. It takes a lot to put a crack in her skin.

Of course, the hardest thing to break is that which naturally bends with you. This is where Avis's strengths lie. She is able to adapt to most anything thrown her way, perhaps part of her survival instinct. A quick mind and a knowledge that nothing gold can stay mean that she is always braced for a sudden overhaul of her world. Growing up in the system is the first thing that taught her to deal well with change. Her adaptability is rather useful as a time-traveler, as quick-thinking allows her to not give away her identity as a person from the future. It also means that she can still operate when the reality has diverged from what has been planned. She has good instincts for that sort of thing.



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{"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.”}
-William Goldman
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|{Place of Origin}|
Quebec, Canada

|{Family Tree}|
Michelle Svensson { Mother }
Unknown Man { Father }

|{Happiest Memory}|
In fact, Avis's happiest memory is one that she regrets greatly. It was a gateway to a life that she narrowly escaped, but at the time she didn't know that. She was just a fourteen year old girl who had nowhere to go, only to be offered a place by a group of people. They accepted her into their family, and this acceptance was something which she had always desired. How was she to know that this 'family' was in fact the cult that would wrap her around their finger for several years of her life? At the time, they were warm people who treated her kindly, and that was enough for her.

|{Saddest Memory}|
By the time Avis had realized how deep she had sunk, it was too late. That's the way it seemed, at least. She had been part of the cult for three years, at that point, each one worse than the last. It wasn't until her wings had finished growing that she realized that these people, whom she had seen as her family and world, were not healthy- and that she wasn't either. Strangely, while she regrets her happiest moment, she does not regret her saddest moment. Hitting rock bottom gave her a wake up call that would allow her to claw her way out of the ditch.



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|{History}|
Avis's mother was not the sort of person who was ready to have a child. Nineteen years old and addicted to heroin, the only reason she had a child was due to lack of precautions and the like. The only reason that Avis wasn't immediately aborted? In fact, even her mother couldn't have answered that question. It doesn't particularly matter anyway, as Avis has little in the way of memories of her mother. She was taken away by child services at the age of five, when her mom was sent to jail for peddling drugs. Last she'd heard, Michelle overdosed outside of a night club at the age of 28. Given these circumstances, Avis was raised in foster care. As a child she had health problems, making her somewhat less desirable as far as being adopted goes. By the time she had grown healthier, the prime window for being adopted had passed. People don't want to adopt a ten year old who has been in the system long enough to develop something of an attitude problem, and that described Avis perfectly. Of course, she wasn't called Avis back then. At that point, the young woman went by the name of Arianna Svensson. At thirteen years old, she ran away from one of her foster homes, and became a statistic. It wasn't that she had ever been hurt in the system --none of the foster parents ever hit her or anything like that. But she knew that she was just going to be shuffled along eventually, and got tired of being prioritized beneath the convenience of various workers.

Avis had been on the streets a year, moving around and surviving by stopping by for a meal at various homeless shelters, only to leave before anyone tried to figure out where she belonged, when she met Danica and Richard. They were older than her by a decade or so, causing her to be wary at first. But they were also kind to her, and offered her a place to stay. Eventually, she accepted the offer. After a week of staying with them, she met their friends --and learned about a small organization that they were part of. WINGS, they called it, describing it as a club of sorts for people who needed support from others, who wanted to better themselves. It seemed fine at first, and as they had been so kind to her, Avis was eager to join. It felt like a family --one that wouldn't be shuttling her along within a few months. And, at first, everything was fine. That is the way these things work, after all. If you put a frog in hot water, it will jump out. Put it in lukewarm water and slowly increase the temperature, it won't notice the change until it is already dying from the boiling water. Avis, as one might piece together, was a frog. And WINGS was no club --it was a cult.

About a year after meeting Danica and Richard, and their friends, and slowly being initiated into their 'club', which she found was often involved in fights and drugs, the group mentioned to Avis that they had purchased a large estate in a rural part of Wales, using the money one of the members had received after their parents had passed away. Desperate not to lose them, Avis didn't hesitate to agree when they asked her to come with them. They were family, after all. The wings family. They acquired a fake passport for Avis, and the group flew to the estate, effectively isolating themselves from any who might have intervened. This, naturally, is around the time when things began to get more serious. The elder members of the club showed the younger ones their badges, which proved their dedication to the club. They told them that if they wanted to prove their loyalty to the family, they had to make them as well. These badges were gruesome images carved into their skin- pairs of folded wings formed of scars. At first, Avis was frightened and refused. To make an example of her, who was being intolerant to her 'family', they placed her in the timeout area. This was a cage in the basement, with little lighting. She was left down there for five days, and by the time they had allowed her back up, she was more than willing to oblige. Danica even helped her, tracing the image with light cuts so that Avis could darken the lines. To this day, she has scars on her back in the shape of an angel, ones that will never heal. They are a reminder of what she became for those several years. That, and the watch that Danica had given her when they first met.

By the time that Avis began to realize that this wasn't her family, and that she didn't want to be part of the club anymore, it was too late. She'd been under the control of Danica and Richard for nearly three years. Her 'wings' had been recarved so frequently that the chance of them healing without scars was little to none. She'd not protested to things since that first time, terrified of being excommunicated from this family, afraid of disappointing these people who had been so kind to her, who had let her in and asked for nothing. As often happens in cults, she blamed herself for being a terrible person. Even when she wanted to escape, a part of her called herself a traitor, a monster. Undeserving of her wings. She remained with them for another two years, her doubts perhaps having been sensed as she spent a lot of time in the time out zone, and was often given as an example to the other younger members, who were in similar situations to her when they had been pulled in. She developed a crippling dependency to drugs, or rather had developed an addiction by that point already, which only made her easier to manipulate. More likely than not, she would have been stuck for the rest of her life. That is, until the police got wind of the situation, and came to break it apart. Some screamed, calling the officers evil for ripping apart their family. Even Avis cried, knowing this to be the end of the life she had known. Looking back, she considers the officers to be her saviors. Danica, Richard, and the other leaders were imprisoned. Only a few of the younger members testified, most of them still screaming to be returned to their home. All of them were sent to a clinic to adjust them back to normalcy.

If it weren't for the clinic, it would have taken Avis much longer to adjust. They even helped her in getting citizenship in the UK, and changing her name to what it is now: Avis Starling. When she left the clinic, Avis dyed and straightened her hair. Her watch is what led her to the Breakers, after someone analyzed it and said it was a Charm. She didn't have heritage in the Breakers, but using a charm from another Breaker family [Danica hadn't realized what it was, and had had the watch part moved onto a new band], she was able to fake it until she was a member. Now, she is sober, has work, and has a group around her that she can trust isn't going to spiral like it once did. And she'll kill anyone who threatens to ruin this new life of hers. She's been with the group for four years now.



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So begins...

Avis Starling's Story

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{ Present || Castle Aetas || 11:30 am }





Sadie Abrams could listen to the crackly sounds of old music every day, and today was no exception. A gramophone perched on the table beside her played a grand yet slow-paced Edith Piaf song. Combined with the natural, relaxing sounds of 1940's Paris, the atmosphere around the café where Sadie ate her lunch was enrapturing - almost hypnotic. Whenever she had a break, she'd travel to this little coffeehouse called "Les pousses et les lances". She had discovered it while tracking down a criminal hiding in one of the tiny brick-built apartments nearby, and had become enchanted by the small establishment after drinking one of the fine brews that the charismatic owner, named Bert, had personally created for her. It was her own little private heaven, and visiting the café for lunch had become a part of her daily routine.

A newspaper in her hands, Sadie took one last bite of her tomato sandwich, and from her pocket, produced the amount of francs she needed to cover the bill. As if on cue, Bert came over to her table, his round cheeks blushing a rosy pink hue.

"Est-ce ma petite fleur fait avec sa nourriture?" ("Is my little flower done with her food?") Sadie chuckled and beamed.
"Oui. J'ai le montant pour la nourriture ici." ("Yes. I have the amount for the food here.")
He shook his head, pouting dramatically. "Non, non ... vous êtes mon client le plus précieux. Tu manges gratuitement, ici." ("No, no...you are my most valued customer. You eat free, here.")
Sadie laughed, and shook her head as well. "Bert, je ne pourrait pas ... je dois vous payer! Vous êtes trop gentil avec moi ..." ("Bert, I couldn't possibly...I have to pay you! You're too kind to me...")
In response, he stroked his beard - clearly he was deep in thought. "Très bien ... mais en me payer, vous devez me faire une faveur." ("Alright...but in paying me, you must do me a favor.")

He slipped inside the shop, and in a few minutes, came back with a glass-like bracelet with varying pastel-colored beads that glimmered in the sunlight. He began to slip it around her wrist.

"This bracelet belonged to my sister." he said quickly in french, "It is an heirloom passed down to every daughter or grandaughter in my family when they come of age. My sister, who previously owned it, died many years ago. I kept it in memory of her. Because you remind me of her very much, I would love for you to have it, as it is of no use to me."

Sadie's lips were parted in awe. "Monsieur Bert..."
"J'insiste." ("I insist.") he said, "Comme le paiement de votre repas, vous devez me faire cette faveur en gardant la possession prisée de ma famille." ("As payment for your meal, you must do me this favor in keeping my family's prized possession.")
She hugged him tightly, thanking him while patting him on the back. Soon after, another customer stopped by, and Sadie was left to her own device. She sat there quietly, closing her eyes and breathing in the cool Parisian air. Everything was peaceful and quiet...until it became too quiet.

Sadie watched a black cruiser quickly roll by. It seemed to carry the shadow of the streets with it. The Daimler Benz stopped at the building next-door, and two men dressed in uniforms came out. They knocked on the door, a woman in her late forties coming out to greet them. Sadie watched as the woman's smile quickly turned into a worried expression. The three argued for many minutes, attracting attention all around them. Then, the two men barged in, pushing the woman past them. That's when Sadie noticed the Nazi Swastikas pinned to the sides of their sleeves. She bit her nails in worry. It was best not to cross them.

But when she saw the screaming Jewish man and woman they forcefully carried outside with them, she knew she needed to act. They weren't just any Nazis - they were the gestapo, and if they weren't terminated, those innocent people would be taken to the nearest concentration camp, where they'd be shot in trenches and burned in ovens. Sadie stood up quickly, knocking over the chair beside her, and ran to one of the gestapo men. "Stop right now!" she screamed. He saw her coming, however, and knocked her over just before he was about to punch her. He pulled out a slick, black gun, and swiftly aimed it at her head. Before she could hear a sharp, painful sound, she saw the silhouette of a man jump in front of her.

When Sadie opened her eyes, she was sitting in the middle of Castle Aetas's library. She hadn't intended to come back to the present..why had she time-traveled back by accident? Before she could ask herself anymore questions, Sadie suddenly realized what had happened a mere few seconds ago.
"No...no, no, NO!!!" she exclaimed. There was nobody in the room, so it made no difference whether or not she was loud or quiet. She ran over to the Book of Life, and flipped through the pages until she found the name 'Bert Germain'. Her heart sank into her stomach when she found the date he had died. July 23rd, 1941, 11:30 am...the time she had just left. He had given his life for her.

Sadie tried to think of a way to go back and save him, but every idea she had led to the potential occurrence of a paradox. She stared down at the bracelet on her wrist, and quietly got lost in her own mind as she walked out of the library towards Artemis Fletcher's old office. She was overcome with emotions, but she refused to let anyone see them. After all, she was at the castle to work, not cry.



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{ Present || The Warren || 11:30 am }





The sea beside him shined a bright, blue aura as Felix Abrams, the new leader of the Breakers, sat in his office alone. The same office that had formerly belonged to his father, it was large, dark, and strangely isolated, despite the fact that there were ceiling-high bookcases, as well as leather sofas and mahogany tables that filled the room's space. People often joked about how Felix's office was the most quiet room in the entire Warren, which wasn't exactly far from the truth. Everyone knew that the young man preferred silence to sound, and sitting in his workplace was like sitting inside of a projection of his own blank mind.

Felix had spent the morning going through the past month's fulfilled contracts. All of the missions that had been completed, all of the people that had been slayed...they neatly sat in a pile on his jet-black desk. His mind was in two different places; not only would he have to send back the completed contracts to their original clients, but he'd also have to make sure everyone in the organization got payed for their work. It was confusing, tiring, and tedious, but it had to be done. Felix had learned how to shut up and deal with things all of his life. These contracts were no exception.

Just then, someone knocked on his door. "Come in."
A woman in her late forties entered, holding a pearly-white envelope in her hands. Her name was Claudia. She delivered the mail around the Warren, and did a bunch of other helpful things inside of the Breakers' base. At one point, she had even been Felix's father's girlfriend. She noiselessly handed the envelope to him, and left. He opened it, and curled the sides of his lips into something of a smile.

The Breakers hadn't received any new contracts in a week. However, Felix had no doubt in his mind that the dryness of business would lead to something big. The new contract he held in his hands proved his own intuition. The client was a man named Douglass Wald. He wanted three people dead, all of them worth a high bounty. This mission would be worth more than any of the others the Breakers had to complete over the years.

He exited his office, and strode his way to the living room, where most of the organization's members could be found. He stood in the middle of the room, cleared his throat, and then began to speak.
"Attention," he said, "I have a contract in my office that needs to be fulfilled. The client has established more than one target, so anyone can come see me if they are interested, as this may require more than one hand." Felix walked to one of the archways nearby, stopping momentarily.

"And by the way," he said, his back turned to his audience. "It's a big one."

He then exited the room, following one of the tunnels to his office, and approached the large glass window that practically made up one wall of the room. He placed his hands behind his back in a military fashion, and inspected the august statues located just outside of the observatory nearby. He payed special attention to the clay sculpture depicting his father, the one that was closest to his window.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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{ Present || The Warren || 11:30 am }





Sandara turned the page of her favourite book The whisperer as she read it yet again for the 100th time if she were to count that is. No matter how many times she read the book, she would still have the same thoughts like the first time she read it. The living room was oddly filled with the members of the breakers because usually they all would be minding their business elsewhere. But it seemed like they all had something in mind, perhaps a big job would come about to ease the boredom.

Her eyes skimmed around the surroundings of the living room as she shut the book. Sandara had always found it to be beautiful with it stunning architecture but also not forgetting the view of the bright blue sea which in her eyes was the main attraction. At first she found The Warren daunting, especially since she couldn't swim and the constant fear of drowning would remain in her head. Though the fear didn't last for long as she quickly taught herself to swim and actually learned to appreciate the beauty rather than the fear of drowning which would most likely not occur. She absentmindedly rubbed on the tattoo on her right thumb while pulling herself onto her feet. Looking down at her book she grabbed the old copy and slipped it into her small bag which was given to her as a gift from Sanghyun when he left for South Korea to continue university. She rolled her eyes at the sorry excuse for a bag but no matter how ugly it was it reminded her of her younger brother and anyway the fact that he tried meant a lot. In a way she felt somewhat sorry for her brother, their parents had died within a few months of each other and then Sandara had pushed him to study abroad where at least their were some relatives to look after him. It was clear that Sanghyun didn't want to leave but she strongly believed that he would be a lot more safer away from her and the whole time travelling experience.

It took her a while to snap out of her daze which came frequent these days, most would joke about how much of a dreamer she was which was completely false. No, it was rather that she would always be thinking of the past and how she could have changed things. Well technically speaking she probably could seeing as time travelling was always an option, however everyone knew it would be stupid to go back and stop an event like her mother's death. The mere thought made her want to mentally slap herself. The fact that she even went back to that exact time just to see her mother die was enough to prove that she was murdered by a watcher. Not that I didn't assume so she thought with a sigh.

As she looked up she saw that Felix had already walked into the room. The new leader probably had a lot of pressure thrown at him and seeing as he was so young Sandara reminded herself to try and be as helpful as possible. She automatically smiled at the prospect of a new job and seeing as it took time to appear it must be a good one. From the corner of her eye she watched as those around her seemed to also take interest and wondered if this would be a team job. Before Felix left he mentioned that it was a big one which only heightened her curiosity.

Stepping forward she smiled warmly at those around her , "Well this seems interesting." Sandara grinned as she turned and headed out of the living room and towards his office.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter

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{ Present ||Highgate Cemetery|| 11:20am }



The sky above was warm and bright; the sun was shining bright yellow, drying the rain from the previous night. Axel, with hands deep in his pockets and lips pursed, made his way down the quiet late morning street. As he broke away from the main street, he found himself on a dirt path surrounded by nothing more than vines, trees and pure wilderness. As his feet stepped out in front of him, the mud squished below. The sky above Axel was beautiful and warm but he was anything but. There was a pain inside Axel’s chest that held his heart. The throbbing squeezed with every step he took closer and closer to the cemetery. He was finding it hard to breathe. Axel reached the entrance to the cemetery and froze. His gaze was turned upward as he stared at the grand stone arch, covered in bold green vines. There was a musky smell to everything. Axel wasn’t sure it was the greens surrounding him, that fresh air smell or the graveyard that just beyond that musky arch held the bones of many loved ones and many forgotten ones. Forest always had a smell of mold and rain, no matter if the sun was bright or the fogs kissed the ground; but then again, so did the dead.

Axel took a deep breath and bowed his head down again as he made his way through the gateway. His feet dragged slowly behind him with every step. It was almost as if his body had begun lagging on him, like a video that hasn’t had the time to buffer. He hasn’t buffered really. It’s been many, many years since he’s been through the arch and he didn’t think he’d be there any time soon. But the occasion called for it. It was nearing the anniversary of the date that his mother had passed and Axel was afraid that when the day actually came, he wouldn’t have the strength to come by and visit her. As Axel walked, he could remember the sweet sound of her voice.♪This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine.♪ Axel shut his eyes as he instantly threw himself back into the memory of his beautiful and caring mother. A single warm tear rolled down his bare cheek.

The strides in Axel’s steps got shorter as he neared her stone. He could barely see it as his eyes swelled with tears. “Oh mom,” he softly whimpered to himself just as he reached her tombstone. The breath in Axel’s lungs suddenly escaped him and he found himself on his knees in a deep sob. “Mommy, why did you leave? Why?” Axel felt heavy with guilt. It’s been nearly a decade that his mother has been dead but Axel never had the courage to come see his mother. He’d been afraid of the vulnerability that comes with grieving and never allowed himself to do so. Until now. He wept for all the years he’s been holding it back.

Axel sat back on his feet, and stared at the tombstone. His eyes were swollen with the grievance and longing of his mother, he wanted to disappear. He pulled his pocket watch from his pocket and held it tight in his hand. “I love you, Mom.” And with that, Axel was gone.

Standing in the observatory, Axel stares out at the vast blue ocean ahead of him. His eyes were still red and puffy, it had been quite obvious that he was crying. Axel would have hated for anyone to see him the way that he was, but right now it didn’t matter. Axel looked at this pocket watch still clutched in his hands; 11:30. Axel wanted to speak to Abrams about seeing if there had been any contracts that needed taking care of. It’s been a week the Breakers had received any work and it left Axel too much time for thinking, he didn’t like that. He tightened his grip on the pocket watch again and in the blink of an eye, he stood with many other Breakers just as Felix stepped into the room.

Axel despised Felix in all honesty. He hated the fact that a child, basically, had been put on the throne. Axel felt he was much more qualified, he was older, stronger, and he was the grandson of a legend after all. The Wolff’s had a total of four clay statues out in the midst of them all. Abrams had what? One? Maybe two. There was no way that Felix was ready for leading this group, but Axel waited. He kept his mouth shut until he knew it was a good time to roll through a steal the spotlight from the kid. As Felix spoke about the new contracts, Axel huffed. I could do all three on my own, he thought to himself. Felix Abrams, new leader of the Breakers, left the room and Axel watched. This could be it. This could be the time that I take control and show them that I’m a better leader than he is. They’ll see. I’m a Wolff. I’m a born leader. I’ll be damned if I let some jockey take my rightful place.

There was mutter in the room but Axel wouldn’t let himself stick around long enough for anyone to take this job from his hands. He left in the same direction Felix had, hoping to catch up with him. Axel headed towards Felix’s office but caught him in the observatory where he had intentionally arrived. There was something so peaceful about the gentle water deep below the surface that always left him caught up as well. Abrams stood up straight but his eyes held focus with one of the statues. Wolff knew which one. Axel silently joined by Felix’s side and took the same pose. They stood for a few silent moments before Axel cleared his throat. “Your father was a great man.” Axel did not want to meet Abrams gaze in the possibility that he would notice of the tear streak that had made it’s place on Axel’s cheeks, he kept his gaze on the statues. “I hope to one day only join him out there in that garden with my ancestors as well.” This time Axel did look at Felix. He was honest in the sense that he too strived to one day be a legendary name and face. “I wish to fulfill this contract sir. It’d be my pleasure.” Axel held his gaze with Felix. He refused to be made a mockery of and being anything but a legend was a disappointing let down to the Wolff family. He needed this contract.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Finley Fairchild Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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{Present || London, England || 11:30am}


In some busy corner of London, the crowds become thicker as those who work in the area descend into the streets hunting out a bite to eat. There are enough people walking any given sidewalk that it might be difficult to immediately spot a person, unless they had some sort of very distinguishing feature, such as brightly colored hair or a large birthmark on their face. One could easily walk right past a person whom they have known for years, and not even realize their presence. Everyone has the potential to be Mr. Cellophane, should no one be on the lookout for them. This is certainly the face for one young woman with brown hair, brown eyes, and a very unimpressive outfit of jeans, a longsleeved black shirt, and a tan overcoat. Of course, had anyone glanced at her only moments ago, they might have been inclined to look twice. After all, before stepping out of the alleyway a few minutes prior, the young woman had been wearing an outfit that would seem more at home in a Jane Austen film than in present-day London.

Very few, if any at all, had bothered to peer down an alleyway in time to spot her sudden appearance. Fewer still had watched her change --with impressive speed-- into the very typical clothing she now wears. The young woman has become something of an expert in the way of quick changes, over the past few years. This is probably because her charm, her time traveling device, fails to dress her in period appropriate-clothing whenever she arrives in a new era. This leaves her needing to change as quickly as possible, so as not to draw attention to herself. As far as she is concerned, the greatest skill anyone involved in time travel can have is that of blending in. It wouldn't do to cause a scene, especially when one has traveled back for the purpose of committing a rather frowned-upon crime: murder. Perhaps assassination sounds a tad better, though it holds the same meaning.

The point is, Avis Starling is very good at getting in and out of clothing at great speeds. It's a necessary skill for her work, after all, and she is rather devoted to being good at what she does.

Devotion doesn't stop her from often failing to appear at both the right place and the right time, however. It isn't uncommon for Avis to have to make teleporting and time traveling separate tasks, one coming before the other, as her charm often will mess that up a bit as well. Perhaps this is because it was not hers to begin with, and its previous owner has a less than pleasant place in the heart of its current wielder. The watch is of great importance to Avis, of course. It represents a time which had an overwhelming influence on who she is as a person. It represents her time with WINGS. But so do the scars on her back, and yet she does not wear those openly. The watch is the only momento which she can really bear to look at, because it has come to represent her new reality.

This new reality is her place with the Breakers. She should be with them at the moment, really, and will likely be shortly. With this destination in mind, the young woman pops into another empty alley --and disappears.

{Present || The Warren || 11:38}

She reappears in the hallway outside of the livingroom, and looking in finds that it is surprisingly empty. One person looks over, and acknowledges her with a smile. They stand up and walk over to greet her. "Avis! Welcome back --that mission was longer than expected, was it?"

The woman smiles in response, with half of her mouth, and shrugs, "A bit. Is Felix around?"
She wants to check in, let the leader know that she's returned. Formalities, before she might find something to eat. Her stomach has entered that state of gnawing hunger, and Avis is having difficulty recalling the last time she's eaten. She doesn't receive an answer from the person she's speaking to --the words of another suffice in filling her in, though they are meant to fill in Finley.

"Felix just introduced a new contract. It's supposed to be a big one --requiring more than one breaker. He's in his office, if you're interested," one of the Breakers, a 20-something with short black hair, informs him. Her question having been answered, though not intentionally, Avis says goodbye to the person before her and heads to Felix's office to confirm the completion of the contract she'd accepted over a week ago.

When she arrives at his door, she sees the office is already occupied. The woman knocks four times.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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{ Present || The Warren || 11:40am }


It is no surprise to Roselin that so many Breakers are interested in the contract. The challenge issued by Felix's declaration that the contract is a big one was more than enough to catch and hold her attention. There is no point in denying that Rose can't resist a challenge. Her brother is the same and it isn't uncommon for the pair to be found competing against the other in some trivial pursuit. This contract is no exception, although it is far from trivial.

As Felix begins to explain the contract Rose tunes in, giving the young man her full attention. Her eyebrows raise as the sum for the completion of the contract is revealed. That is quite a price. Rose takes a step forward, her curiosity growing by the second. Otis, with his usual light-hearted humour, whistled at the offered funds. Of course, given the price for each target, it makes sense that they aren't your average historical nobody. Felix explains that these targets are killers and not to be taken lightly, furthermore that he expects them to work in pairs. Rose has no problem with this, she's worked with others before and she can see the sense of having someone at your back. Sandara has proved to be an enjoyable partner in the past, the two get along well and have always managed to get the job done efficiently. As for her brother, she'd rather not work with him. Their methods are polar opposites. Axel she hasn't worked with yet, but she would have no objections at all to working with the handsome man.

Otis, on the other hand, doesn't seem particularly overjoyed at the prospect of sharing the reward, or working with others. Sure, Otis is a friendly guy and he'd happily work with anyone in this room - or out of it for that matter - but where is the fun in that? He would much rather tackle one of the targets alone. However, rather than protest the partner idea he simple crosses his arms and waits for Felix to reveal the targets. He doesn't recognise any of them, but the 'Jack the Ripper' is certainly an infamous historical figure. "Why are all the good-looking ones always psychopathic murderers?" He mutters as Ondine's image flashes out of Felix's ring. The blonde is certainly eye-catching, although that doesn't mean Otis is likely to go easier on her if he's assigned to her case.

Rose rolls her eyes as she hears Otis' comment, and shakes her head at her brother. It's clear where his mind naturally goes to. Rose listens intently, stockpiling all of Felix's information in her brain. Whomever she receives as her target she will research herself, in case she can find any information Felix might have missed. She doubts that there will be much more information to find, but it always pays to be thorough. Her lips curve into a smirk as Felix mentions the Watcher's poor record of keeping Frank Floyd detained.
"Did we really expect the Watchers to be able to hold anyone for long?" She scoffs, her contempt for the rival time-travelling group obvious.

Rose doubts that anyone in the room will refuse the contract, even if working in pairs might not be everyone's cup of tea. The only question is who with who and what target. "So, are you splitting us up or can we pick our own partners?" Rose asks, directing the question to Felix. Her eyebrow arches slightly in amusement, she feels like she's waiting for the teacher at school to split students into groups for a project. Rose also notes that only five people are in the room, assuming that Felix is taking part too, which means that they are at least one short of two per target. Yet, just as she's thinking this a knock on the office door echoes through the room. No doubt this is another Breaker arriving to inquire about the contract.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Finley Fairchild Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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{Present || The Warren || 12:04}



If there was a surplus of anything in the Breakers it was probably attitude. Like a big family, there’s always going to be a little bit of sibling rivalry but as it turns out for Axel, it’s just a little more than that. "Yes, capable doesn't always cut it," Felix shot back at Axel, who just glared back, "Especially when the power of your enemy is unknown to you. Then you fall prey to ignorance." Axel scowled at Felix, just under his breath he muttered obscenity. As a young boy, Axel was always taught, “bite your tongue before someone rips it out for you.” So he did just that, Axel shut his mouth, clenched his jaw together so keep from saying something that would cause trouble and just listened. He crossed his arms over his chest to see if anyone else had reacted but no one did. It seemed as though Axel was alone is his aggression. Axel shot his attention back to the leader of the group when he spoke, “Listen up.” Axel wanted to punch the kid in the face but he knew better than to ruin his chances of being a future leader or whatever else.

Axel listened quietly as Felix began speaking about the sums of the job. As Felix broke down the numbers and the payments, Axel’s eyes widened. It was an outstanding job and he’s not quite sure just how they came to land such a thing. Axel was curious as to who the client was that wanted these three dead. After all, it had to be a big name behind the job. Couldn’t possibly be some random ne’re do well trying to be gone with three random people. They probably weren’t random though. Not for that amount of money. It had to be some pretty big names for a sixty-thousand pound job. The curiosity inside Axel only grew. He listened closely as the holograms appeared from Felix’s charm. He watched as each face rotated in the air so that all who were paying attention would receive a 360* look of the men and women they would soon be taking care of. Tidbits of information popped up alongside each face and name giving a quick blurb that Felix added on to. First, Asmodeus “Jack the Ripper” Blakeley; Second, Ondine Caudill; and last but not least, Frank Floyd. Each one just as cunning and skilled as the next, each one just as evil as the last.

This was a big job, it would have to be done in pairs. Axel didn’t mind working in pairs, as long as his partner wasn’t completely incompetent. Axel would be an interesting character to work with. Though he was impulsive, he was certainly a perfectionist. Axel was impulsive with his ideas, as soon as any idea would spring into his head, whether logical or not, he’d then began planning for that. Scoping out every single detail to fit the mold just as it was envisioned in his mind. Axel thought of himself as a hard book to crack, but apparently he’s just a surface tickle away from spilling his guts. He needed someone who was strong willed and had a mind of their own. Someone who was capable at working with others but knew what they were doing and didn’t depend on others. He needed a genius on his side, the only problem was finding one now that wanted to work with him.

Just then, Roselin raises the very question bouncing around in his mind. It would certainly take away any stigma that Axel doesn’t have many friends if they get assigned partners, just as school, but then again Felix might partner up Axel with perhaps the worst partner in spite. After all, that’s what happens when you’re an asshole to your boss. Axel was awfully curious and anxious to get the job started, but he felt as though there was something missing. There was more to come for this job and he thought it would be best if he just waited for Felix. After all, there was no need to upset a boss who considered him to be ignorant any more than he already has. Axel wanted to join in along with Roselin and back her up on the question asked, he wanted to ask Felix what the next step was, but just then a knock on the door caused him to hold his tongue.




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{Present || The Warren || 11:55}



Finley was the runt of every group. Especially the Breakers. They saw him as nothing more than a homeless rat off the street that needs a place to live and somehow some way came across time travelling. It was nothing short of a miracle if he was included into anything. Which he never complained about, his true loyalty was to The Stretchers. He encountered the Breakers a few years ago and they gave him a room to sleep in, but he was practically invisible.

Upon being denied an explanation as to what was going on within the Breakers, Finley took his ear to a conversation between an arriving Breaker and someone else as they made their way to the door where the meeting was supposedly being held. Finley lingered until sight of her was lost and he casually made his way towards the wall, where he then stuck his ear to the wall and listened. Everyone inside was quiet, perhaps the meeting had adjourned. Nonetheless, Finley was determined to figure out what was going on. Finley was the little birdie on the street everyone always heard something about. Now it was time for him to get his beak on the street so that the rest of the Stretchers could know what was going on.

Life for Finley was always more about the money than anything else. He learned the value of the bill from a young age, which could be why he has an onset loyalty to the Stretchers. They understand his background more than any other group would. Though he was loyal to the Stretchers, it wasn’t uncommon for their members to wander between sides. Finley just so happened to be on the Breaker side. He hasn’t officially told anyone about his loyalty to the other group as most Breakers don’t trust Stretchers, but he had a feeling that Felix knew, after all, what kind of leader doesn’t do background checks? Money was a big item in Finley’s life and he’d do anything to get hands on more, and a secret like this was worth a big buck. Finley fiddled with his ring and teleported back to the Temple bar with hopes that he’d come across his leader. He knew she would want the score in this as well. A big job means a big payday and if there’s anything the Stretchers liked, it was a grand gesture, and this was certainly a grand gesture.