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Axel Wolff

There's nothing worse than pretending you're someone else just to make someone else happy(WIP)

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

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{" Time is an illusion.”}
- Albert Einstein
I Gave You All || Fin || Paperthin Hymn
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|{Full Name}|
Axel Victor Wolff
|{Nickname}|
Alex, Ax
|{Age}|
23
|{Ethnicity}|
German Italian
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Role}|
Breaker

|{Charm}|
a pocket watchthat had been passed down from generation to generation in the Wolff family.
|{Mentality}|
Axel lives and breathes for the Breakers. The Breakers have been in the Wolff Family for generations, following back many, many generations.
Now 23, Axel has been practicing on his own for 5 years. Though his Grandfather helped him for many years when he was younger, he recently received his family heirloom pocket watch. The bond with him and this pendant watch has been growing more and more intense. Just having been able to master the art of ‘locking’, he was getting stronger in his travel.




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{" The future is uncertain but the end is always near.”}
- Jim Morrison
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Rubbing the back of his neck
Cursing often when angry
Moderate OCD
Biting the inside of his cheek
Sings to himself when alone
Can be immaturely competitive
Picks fights to prove he’s the best
|{Likes}|
Terrorizing people || Sarcasm || His grandfather || The Breakers || Boxing || Jogging || Working out || Rain storms || Watching the ocean waves break || Star-filled nights || Driving fast || Picking fights || Working out || Boxing || Distance running || Sweaters

|{Dislikes}|
His Father || Watchers || Corruption || Lost time || Liars || Thieves || Loud music || Snow || Vegetables || Loud chewers ||

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|

Strength⚘ Quick learner Strong traveler Athletic A sarcastic charm Boxing

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Weakness His grandfather’s disappointment and approval. (He always needs to be the best in his grandfather’s eyes, which sometimes can cause disruptions in his work) Impulsive tendencies. Axel has a horrible habit of acting without second thought. It gets him into trouble at times but Axel is a strong believer of following your gut. ⚘ Quick rage

|{Hobbies}|
Working out || Jogging || Boxing
|{Fears}|

øFearø Getting thrown out of the Breakers ø Disappointing his grandfather ø Dying like his uncle Hank ø Charm Dust

|{Secrets}|
He hates his father because of his disapproval of his time travel He is terrified to his time travel because he doesn’t want to go like uncle Hank
Scared he’ll be alone because no one can deal with him
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{" As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.”}
- Henry David Thoreau



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|{Personality}|
{Sarcastic; Arrogant; Attention seeking; Perfectionist; Impulsive}
Axel, from first sight, may seem like a confident know it all who doesn’t have a care in the world but in reality Axel is an insecure asshole who really just proves the attention from the one man who he believes never loved him and from the one man he thinks is God in his eyes. He is constantly pushing himself a little too far and a little too much, but it shows that he has a strong determination to be the best he can. He acts like an arrogant bastard to hide away an emotion he has. He enjoys picking on other people because he thinks it’ll hide the pain of his father’s rejection.

He has a tendency to never stop and think. He’s far too impulsive for his own good and safety. He likes to put his neck out before he puts his foot out. He is always following his gut no matter where it ends him up. After all, years of travel practice with his grandfather makes him skilled enough to teleport to safety quickly enough to keep him out of harm’s way. Though that seems a little reckless for this so called perfectionist, he feels it works for him. Then again, Axel thinks everything works for him. With an ego the size of all of Africa, another inflation to his head is just what he needs from himself every now and then.

Arrogance, impulsion, attention seeking; you put that all together and what do you get? Other than Axel, you get a red hot fiery rage that tunnel visions him until the victim of his fists are no longer capable of so much as breathing without wheezing. It gets him into a lot of trouble but it’s really the only way Axel has really learned how to cope.




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{" There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.”}
-Eugene O'Neill
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|{Place of Origin}|

Germany

|{Family Tree}|

Viktor Wolff, a legend amongst men. He was one of the best Breakers there had been centuries ago. He was known for his very skill, his very talent of sneakily arriving in the past right as his victims walks by.

Hans Wolff, a legend to Axel. His grandfather had been his role model from the beginning. Teaching Axel how to time travel with the very pocket watch that had been used and master by distant family, Viktor. Hans is everything to Axel and he idolizes him.

Johan Wolff, Axel’s father and newest mentor, yet he doesn’t approve much of the time travelling. Though he was once a Breaker, Johan does not like the idea of time travel and stopped once he his third child had been born of his wife, Nicole. Especially since his brother Hank had been murdered because of it by some rouge travelers.

|{Happiest Memory}|
Going on his first time travel at the age of 6 with his grandfather.
|{Saddest Memory}|
Witnessing the murder of his uncle Hank.



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|{History}|
Time travelling is a generational thing in Axel’s family. The Wolff’s are a family infused with legends. Men who have time travelled secretly for years, Women who have changed history to their likings, there are some names not to be mentioned in the Wolff family either. Not all the Wolff’s were always Breakers though, which causes a hell of lot of family problems. As for Axel, he was extremely proud of being a Breaker Wolff.

He had begun practicing time travel when he was only six years old with his grandfather. Both his parents disapproved of the thought of starting the practice so young, however his Grandfather figured, since he had started as a boy with his father, it was only right for the boy to start young himself. The reason Axel’s father, Johan, disagreed was because Johan’s brother Hank died years ago in a time traveling incident in which he got caught with one of The Changers and Axel has witnessed it, which terrified Johan into thinking his son will forever be scarred because of it.




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So begins...

Axel Wolff's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Sadie Abrams Character Portrait: Avis Starling Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Beatrice Cordelia Hadley Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Perriwinkle "Perri" Finch Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Sonya Lawson Character Portrait: Ondine Caudill Character Portrait: Asmodeus Blakeley Character Portrait: Frank Floyd Character Portrait: Finley Fairchild Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Sadie 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 || 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: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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{ 17 May 1713 || Garzerie Theater, Vicenza, Italy || 08:30pm }

Otis' Outfit || Rose's Outfit


A lazy smile appears on the young woman's face as she eyes her older brother beside her. He is obviously not enjoying the opera, his eyes half obscured by his eyelids as sleep fights for a hold. Roselin can see that if she doesn't act soon her brother is likely to fall asleep and begin snoring, something which she doubts the famed Vivaldi would approve. The two siblings are attending Vivaldi's first opera, Ottone in villa. The opera was Rose's idea, one that her brother only grudgingly agreed to after losing their last bet.
"Otis, if you fall asleep I will leave you here." Rose threatens in a whisper, leaning forward so that only Otis hears her words. The pair are in a small booth, so any whispering is unlikely to carry to their neighbours' booths, but it was best to ere on the side of caution than not.
"I can't understand anything they're saying." Otis replies in a mutter, making less of an attempt to quieten his voice than his sister.
"That's because it's in Italian." Rose retorts. Rose may not speak Italian fluently, but she knows enough to be able to follow the opera. "Anyway, just sit back and enjoy the music. This is history in the making."

Otis simply quirks an eyebrow and sits back with his arms crossed to wait out the rest of the show. Classical music, opera... this is not what he likes. He knows too that Rose would much prefer a lively Jazz performance or a Beatles concert to this. If Otis had his way the two siblings would now be getting jostled around at a loud rock concert. Instead he was here, listening to an opera he can't understand in stiff, over the top clothes he detests. Sure, he knows he looks good in all the pomp of the 18th century, but there is something decidedly irritating about so many frills. No, he would much rather be in a simple suit, a loose shirt and jeans, or even a set of robes from Ancient Greece.

Intermission couldn't have come sooner. Taking this as his last chance to escape Otis turns to Rose and pulls out his time-travel charm, his pocket watch. "Let's go before I die of boredom." He says, already turning his device to his desired travel time.
Rose pouts "We've only seen half the opera." She contests. Rose is enjoying the show well enough, but she is beginning to see that perhaps Otis isn't the best person to attend with. Next time she would make sure to bring someone that would actually enjoy it with her.

However, Rose is not going to give in easily and it takes a moment more of coercing from Otis before she finally relents and begins to adjust her own charm. "When to?" Rose asks. In response Otis takes hold of her charm and inputs the correct data, only giving Rose a moment to see the date 1982 before the pair and whisked from the 18th century and into a more recent era.



{ 25 June 1982 || Wembley Stadium, London, England ||11:00pm }

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Grinning from ear to ear Otis Carter drags his sister through the crowds. He doesn't attempt to speak, knowing that even shouting over the deafening sound of the music would be useless. Around the siblings the stadium full of people are cheering and singing along to the famous band, large posters pop up every so often announcing the holder's love of Mick Jagger, and so forth. By this stage in their prolific career the Rolling Stones are already a world-wide phenomenon. Rose is not the only one to bear the famous Stones' logo on her shirt.

The two siblings push their way forward, Otis’ large frame easily making room for Rose to follow. If there’s one thing she loves about her brother, it’s his ability to elbow his way through a crowd. Well, alright, perhaps there are other things that take precedence, but right now that was the top of the list. Eventually, thanks in part to Otis’ manoeuvring, the pair were within throwing distance of the famous rockers. Otis let out a loud cheer, throwing his hands up as the band started another song. Rose had to admit that this was perhaps slightly more pleasurable to an opera, not that she would ever admit as much to Otis.

The band played song after song, thrilling the audience. The Carter siblings danced in the middle of the mosh pit, Otis attempting to belt out the songs louder than anyone else around him. He also wasn't particularly careful with his dancing, which resulted in numerous accidental pushes of the man in front of him. It was after the fifth such accidental push that the large man in front of the pair turned around, glaring at Otis.
"Oi, back off mate." He shouts, attempting to push Otis back to emphasis his point. However, he finds Otis a tougher match than he originally thought as Otis doesn't budge. Perhaps an apology might end the disagreement there, but neither side seem likely to give in. The man still believes that Otis was pushing him, and Otis believes that man to have pushed him unprovoked.
"Try that again." Otis dares him, amusement plain in his eyes. Rose, quickly assessing the situation, jumps in before it can get out of hand.
"Otis, shut up." She says, pulling her brother back slightly, "He's sorry. Now, turn back and enjoy the show, they're about to play their last song."
The man eyeballs both Carters for a moment before finally listening to the wisdom in Rose's words and turning about. Otis opens his mouth to complain about the fun he could have had, but Rose merely holds a hand up and points to the stage where, as she predicted, the Rolling Stones, are launching into their final song for the night.



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

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With the sound of (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction ringing in their ears the two Carters make their way into the Warren's lounge area. You're almost always guaranteed to find another breaker relaxing in the area, and now is no exception. The tight community of time-travelers was like a family and as the siblings entered the room they alternatively waved or smiled at their friends. Just as the pair had taken seats - Rose draping herself across one of the armchairs - the room's conversations quietened as their young leader made an appearance.

Not everyone in the Breakers approved of Felix Abrams' leadership. Some thought him too young and inexperience. Neither Otis nor Rose had any particular problem with him though. Although Rose privately thought that the mantel of 'Breaker Leader' should be an elected title rather than inherited, she had no qualms with him. As long as he lead fairly and well there was really no need to complain.

Felix's announcement of a new contract appears to catch everyone's attention, especially given Felix's final comment that it's a big one. Rose doesn't even need to look at Otis to know he wants in, and undoubtedly he knows without being told that she's itching to get hold of the details too. Others are also making their interest known. Sandara, a friend of both the siblings, quickly says as much before following Felix back to his office. Axel Wolff isn't far behind. Rose pulls herself to her feet and follows after Sandara, catching up with the other girl quickly.

Otis follows behind his sister and enters Felix's office in time to hear Axel mentioning joining the proud ranks of statues decorating the sea floor and asking for the contract. Most breakers had at least one ancestor among the stone army. Three generations of Otis and Rose's mother's family, the Blackwells were remembered there, and both Rose and Otis assumed that one day their likeness would join the ranks.

"Hold you horses hot-shot." Otis says to Axel, clapping the other man lightly on the shoulder as he moves to stand beside him, "Someone else might want a crack at it." Otis turns dark blue eyes on Felix and, with his hands placed casually in his jean pockets says, "So boss, who are the targets?"

Despite what many might think she and her brother do not usually work together, or if they do it's only slightly more than a normal breaker pair. They know how the other works and often their methods clash. Rose has always been the careful, methodical planner, while Otis is the one who rushes in head first. Now seems to be one of those situations and Rose rolls her eyes at her brother's back, but doesn't speak. She assumes that her presence in Felix's office is enough to let him know that she's interested in the contract and when the time comes she will speak up. For now she's curious to hear her brother's question answered.

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Character Portrait: Felix Abrams Character Portrait: Sandara Barnett Character Portrait: Roselin Carter Character Portrait: Otis Carter Character Portrait: Ondine Caudill Character Portrait: Asmodeus Blakeley Character Portrait: Frank Floyd Character Portrait: Axel Wolff

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





The silence was deafening. About eight minutes had passed, and still no one had stampeded into his office. However, once the clock struck 11:39, Felix could sense the silent footsteps of the figure behind him. Using his peripheral vision, he made out the distinct dark-colored hair and plastered scowl of Axel Wolff. He stood next to him in the same stoic fashion, observing the statues and barely making a sound. Felix quickly glanced at him, and then returned his gaze to the underwater sculpture of his father. There had always been distance between him and Axel. Felix could never tell if Wolff truly distrusted his leadership, or if he was just putting on a subtle facade of objection. He had never let people's opinions of him get to his head. He knew what his father had signed him up for. Still, he always kept a watchful eye on Axel's allegiance, his whereabouts, and his words. To put it simply, there was something fishy about him...

“Your father was a great man.” he said, obliterating the tension between the two. Felix remained silent and unchanged in position. “I hope to one day only join him out there in that garden with my ancestors as well.” Now he felt Axel's eyes on him. “I wish to fulfill this contract sir. It’d be my pleasure.”

Felix noiselessly turned his head, locking his hawk-like eyes with Wolff's. However, before he could say a word in reply, a booming voice joined their conversation. "Hold you horses hot-shot." said Otis, Roselin not to far behind him. "Someone else might want a crack at it." The tips of Felix's lips curled upwards into something that could pass as a small smile. The distinct humor of the Carters never ceased to amuse him. Their golden hair, as well as their vibrant, charming personalities brought light into the darkness of the Warren.

Otis's presence made Axel roll his eyes. Out of the corner of his own eyes, Felix noticed Sandara Barnett towards the back of the room. If there was anyone he was expecting to see at this moment, it was her. "So boss," Otis said, his hands placed casually in his jean pockets, "who are the targets?" Felix opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Axel. "Listen, there are tons of capable people here that can finish this job." he argued, "But you know better than anyone here that some of us are just better than the rest. Capable doesn't always cut it."

"Yes, capable doesn't always cut it," Felix irritably shot back, "Especially when the power of your enemy is unknown to you. Then you fall prey to ignorance." He glared at Axel for a few moments, and then briskly prowled over to his desk. Still standing, he leaned forward over the sleek, black surface, and began to speak.

"Listen up," he projected, addressing everyone with individual glances. "When I said before that this contract was a 'big one', I meant it in a plethora of ways. As you already know, three targets have been specified in the contract. The client is willing to pay twenty-thousand pounds for each one dead." he said, his eyes turning darker, "So in total, that comes out to sixty-thousand pounds." he stopped momentarily, letting his words sink in. "To put it simply, that's a lot of money, and it's more than any contract the Breakers have had so far."

He grabbed the piece of parchment on his desk, and glanced downwards while continuing to speak. "Now to answer your question, Otis...I've done research on these targets, and they're not nearly the rag-tag sort of crooks we've all dealt with in the past." he rolled his head on his shoulders, glancing at him with a mirthless smirk. "No, these are homicidal psychopaths with extraordinary criminal records that have surpassed anything I've ever seen in my entire life." He looked downwards again, giving some sort of inaudible sigh. He knew there was going to be resentment upon what he was about to say next.

"Now, it's strange for a client to want one person dead, but three? It's intriguing. We can assume that there's a connection between these targets. Of course, our client could just have anger issues and wants all three of them assassinated for whatever offense they've committed in the past, but it seems somewhat unlikely. If there is a connection between them, I don't want anyone outnumbered in the heat of a situation. I know you're all capable of going above and beyond the call of duty, but some of these targets have killed more men than you. Some of them have killed more legends than you...It's not that I don't want to take risks, it's just that I want to go about this strategically and with caution. So I'd like to put everyone in groups of two while searching for these madmen. That way, while you're focused on one of them, another won't have the opportunity to stab you in the back." He continued before anyone could say anthing, "Plus, it's a large amount of money as it is. If there are six of you undertaking this, you'd each get ten-thousand pounds once the targets are all dead."

He sauntered in front of his desk, holding out his hand for everyone to see. On his ring finger, shining a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, was the famous charm that had belonged to every Breaker that had fallen into a leadership position. It was known as Death's Mirror, and it was one of the most powerful time-travelling devices in the world. "Now, to show you all who you'll be up against..."

Almost immediately, a hologram-like image of a long-haired man projected from out of the emerald ring. The man was displaying a condescending smirk - as though he knew everything there was to know about everyone, and was unafraid to use his knowledge for destructive blackmailing purposes. "Asmodeus Blakely. Twenty-six years old. Known for his intelligence, cunning, and psychopathic behavior. If you've ever heard of the legend of 'Jack the Ripper', this is him right here. One of his well-guarded secrets. He has been known for his homicidal rampage, having killed over a dozen women during the Victorian age." Felix then gave a smirk, "Plus, I hear he's got a thing for classical music."

Asmodeus's face suddenly faded into that of a beautiful blonde-haired woman. "Ondine Caudill. Twenty-four years of age. On the Scotland Yard's most wanted list for various accounts of murder and theft...Apparently, she's pretty handy with a knife. Cruel, calculating...she's dangerous. You all get the idea."

The last face was that of a greasy-looking young man. His face and hair seemed chiseled and organized, but his eyes crackled with mischief. "Last but not least, a man by the name of Frank Floyd. I couldn't find much on him...probably because he's using an alias. However, I did manage to discover a few things about him. Like Asmodeus, he's a psychopath. Apparently, someone saw him jump right in front of a train last year for reasons unknown, although witnesses claim that he was trying to hijack it. Unlike the other two, he doesn't have any wits. But what he lacks in brains he makes for up in balls. According to our good friends, the Watchers," he gave a fake smile, "he's escaped their custody five times. Murderer, gambler, and smuggler, he's really the whole package"

Frank's face faded out, and Felix leaned back on his desk, his arms crossed just below his chest. "And those are our targets, all of them time-travelers, just like us."

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




Sandara listened carefully, making mental notes in her head already. Her ankle was tingling which she always thought was a sign of a good mission and usually her ankle was right regardless of how silly it may sound. Her eyes focussed closely on the three targets all who were interesting especially the 'Jack the Ripper' case which obviously most people had heard about. As she began to chew on her bottom lip the thought of pairing up seemed appropriate especially considering the money on this mission was beyond her imagination. Her gaze left the projection only for a moment to looked over at Felix who was doing well as the leader. It seemed that he was very much like marmite as you either liked him or disliked him though in this situation she found it slightly unfair for the young leader to already have negative critics.

Without a mere second more she returned her attention back to the projection, her fingers finding their way to her necklace which was also her charm. If her mother was alive she'd probably blow up from the amount of money resting on this mission as well as rush in head first in trying to complete it without even a plan. No wonder she got killed. It seemed like everyone had to be careful otherwise who knows what would happen, rather than killing the targets they may even be a chance that you could be killed. Something which Sandara was not yet ready for.

While Felix finished off with his last sentence Sandara nodded ever so slightly as to say 'I get it' except if he saw it or not was a whole different question. From the corner of her eyes she saw everyone also looking quite interested which was understandable. Something that she hated was not having a mission. It occurred to her that it only made Sandara happy when she was constantly carrying out mission but all very efficiently and with precision. As a perfectionist it wasn't a surprise that she carried them out without any faults or lose ends and this mission seemed to suit her quite well, though with the help of a partner it could be achieved in a faster amount of time but as well as cause less problems.

The question was who should she partner up with or who would want her as a partner was a better one. It was all very well picking a breaker but if they didn't want to join her then that would be quite troublesome. From the people who were here they all had their individual strengths as well as weaknesses. Partnership meant that their weaknesses would be covered by the other person.

The Carter siblings were a good choice as Sandara knew them very well seeing as they were friends. Otis was impulsive and had the tendency to jump into situations without really thinking about it however his charming and quick talker characteristics help him out and perhaps they'd be well balanced. But then again she has worked with Rose before and their teamwork has shown very good results. Both of their personalities matched well so she could be a good option. She looked over at Axel and though she didn't know him too well they both were perfectionist which could be a start.

Sighing gently Sandara decided it would be best if she simply waited a bit, the mission was huge and there was no room for mistakes or mishap. Before she could speak a knock on the door brought her back to reality and out of her thoughts.

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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.