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Kylar Worthington

"This pull is astronomical."

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"I'm drawn to the unknown, where shadows hide."
just paste the quote here tbh-Svrcina


No Time To Die // The Phoenix // Let's Cheers To This // Astronomical // Two Straight Lines // Blinding Lights // Exodus // Revolution // Never Ending Circles //

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xxxxx|| Name || Kylar Nora Worthington
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xxxxx|| Nicknames ||Kye/Ky/Kai | Most common // Phoenix | Only known by that now by the common folk and Resistance members || Kid | Hates it as it's a quick way to piss them off ||
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xxxxx|| Gender || None Binary | They/Them
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xxxxx|| Age || Twenty Two
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xxxxx|| Birthday || February 10th
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Homoromantic, Demisexual
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xxxxx|| Composition || Human, mostly cyber prosthetic limbs and cybernetic implants
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xxxxx|| Height || Before cybernetic limbs, 5' 4" // After 5' 7"
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xxxxx|| Weight || Without prosthetics 115lbs// with cybernetic limbs 180lbs
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Dark brown/Jet black
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Dark brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Their short hair when not completely shaved // Their prosthetic/cybernetic limbs. Both legs below the knees were replaced, as well as their right arm three quarters above the elbow and below is cybernetic, and their left arm is entirely scarred over with various burn scars. They chose to not go with skin textured cybernetic limbs, shows exactly what the military had left remaining. Aside from that, most of their body is covered in various scars from various causes. But as for tattoos, they have one that covers their entire back. Their overall look is very unique and out there since their exit from the military.
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xxxxx|| Description || On initial glances, they may not come across as very intimidating or imposing due to their rather slim and smaller frame, but don't let that deter anyone from underestimating them. From what Ky lacks in size, they make up for it with their sheer strength, not even including their cybernetics. They have a rather defined muscle mass. At least what remains of it, as a large amount of what used to be human on their person, has since been replaced with cybernetics. Their new limbs are nowhere state of the art, or by any sense new as they're composed of mostly salvaged pieces and parts that were gathered together and combined to make their current cybernetics.
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Much like their outwards appearance, Kylar is just as rough and prickly. Their normally rather quiet and reserved, talking to a select few openly and easily. Over the years from their time in the military, they learned when to talk and when to remain silent, only talk when spoken to and listen to orders, something they still hold true for the most part when in unfamiliar areas or with strangers. Kylar has learned the hard way of speaking openly around strangers, as well as letting their guard down. Keep quiet and to yourself and no one will mess with you, but don't make yourself seem vulnerable. Make it known you can be a threat, the less likely someone is to fuck with you, the better off you'll be.

Meanwhile, that isn't to say they don't have a sharp tongue. As that is much so on the contrary. When Kylar does speak, it is with intent and purpose, making sure that every word means something. Often giving snide remarks and comments often referred to as a "smart ass". Ky is very much so the type to never pry into anyone else's business or asking questions they probably shouldn't. Unless they know something is off, then they'll do anything to figure out what they may be hiding. But, that isn't to say they are entirely nosey. They always have an open ear for someone to talk to, and a shoulder to cry on for whoever may need it.

For those that Kylar has known for a long time, happen to see a very rare side of them. Their passionate and caring side, always looking out for others as if they were their own family. Often a bit too much so for where it can be suffocating at time. In even rarer cases, they are a very touchy-feely person, usually having to either be touching someone or being close to them in any way. From sitting next to someone, or barely having an arm or leg touching, to resting their head on someone's shoulder, draping an arm over them as they talk, and so on. It's usually never meant to be in a flirtatious way, it's just that ever since the accident, they've almost forgotten entirely what it feels like to feel...something. Anything, as most of the nerves and feeling receptors in their body was either burned or weakened so much that anything they touch is just barely felt. A constant feeling of being numb is something they've come to adjust to since then, and it doesn't help that they are one of the loneliest and physical contact craving person out there, even if they would never admit to it.

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xxxxx|| Likes || the revolution // androids, they view them just like people // their cyberbetics, even if they do become a hindrance half the time // alcohol // music // illegal sports/races // adrenaline rushes // parkour, is often seen moving about the city by foot // freedom // having any semblance of power and control // drugs // respect // the color purple // the smell of peppermint, clean garments and leather // solarsurfers, which were made entirely illegal to obtain due to being too dangerous // most sweets/candy // Vandalism, mainly dealing with phycadelic spray paint and holograms. Their signature move is vandalising popular political buildings or important military grounds
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || loud or sudden noises // explosions and fire, causes immense panic attacks and ptsd induced episodes that leaves them paralyzed in place // being proven wrong // the government and military, they know how fast the government is declining and hopes to only speed the process faster // anti-android propaganda and any form of bigotry against them // abuse aimed towards anyone, including androids // corrupt government and politicians // most of the business people in Infinity, as most are corrupt // talking about their past, only talking about it if it serves a purpose
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xxxxx|| Fears || dying for nothing // the government finding them out to still be alive and forming a ragtag team of humans and androids // being hacked into or taken over due to so much of their body being cybernetics // their past coming back to haunt them // failing everyone in Infinity, especially the androids // losing someone else they love
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xxxxx|| Secrets || their real identity, since the accident that left them in their current state, no one knows who The Phoenix is, and would prefer to keep it that way // the fact that they know exactly what the military is up to, and what they know could bring the military to its knees // was responsible for multiple 'terrorist' attacks on Infinity, in the forms of anti military propaganda and multiple android transports mysteriously disappearing or being attacked and let go // has spent the past two years forming a surprisingly large group of humans and androids in an attempt of eventually revolting against the politicians of Infinity // has an alarming amount of explosives and illegally obtained weapons stored all over, for safe keeping if the military ever storms the revolutionary's compounds that are hidden all over Infinity // two years before the attempt on their life happened, Kye's sister went missing and they know full well why and who made it happen. They just don't know if she's even still alive xx
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xxxxx|| Abilities || increased physical strength, stamina and speed due to their cybernetics // can absorb most shocks and minor explosions due to their cybernetics can go days to months without eating, as they don't really have a stomach or need to eat any more due to the accident, food is simply a luxury // can connect to most computers and security cameras within eyesight due to the cybernetic implants in their eyes that connect to their brain
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xxxxx|| Talents || can replace and build most parts for other cybernetic limbs if they have the extra parts // cooking, they used to be able to make an array of different recipes before the accident and can still make a mean curry on occasion // solar surfing/speeder bike racing, their reflexes and hand eye coordination has always been superb, but since getting implants it has only been increased // battle schematics
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xxxxx|| Strengths || incredibly loyal to those that earn their respect/who they find in need of help // they always stand up for those that can't defend themselves, often coming across as over baring or over protective // strong willed and determined to see things to the end, no matter what the odds may be against them // fierce and even more loyal leader for those that decide to follow them // sees any and all those on their side as family and will do whatever it takes to make sure they are well looked after // they have a sharp eye and deadly aim with most firearms
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || they never look after themselves, as they're usually too busy looking after others. Therefore they're more at risk to take more risks for the sake of other's safety, even if it puts their life on the line // Ky suffers from ptsd ever since the attack on their life, which has resulted in far too many sleepless nights as well as nightmares and sleep talking and night terrors// their cybernetic implants and limbs, while they have improved their physical attributes and capabilities, it's slowly eating away at their psychosis due to paranoia // phantom pain, more often than not Kai will have the overwhelming sensation in their legs and right arm. A feeling of pins and needles or as if it is an endless itch that can't be scratched. They know it's simply a side affect of losing parts of themselves, but the hollowing feeling it gives them more often than not makes them feel undesirable and a monster // depression, there should be no surprise that they suffer with depression after everything that's happened

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Kylar's family was a rather wealthy and well enough known one, regardless of what their parents dealings and businesses were, they didn't care. The life they were handed was something that many would have killed for. Being waited on hand and foot, get just about anything you wanted. All one had to do was ask, and they would get what they wanted. Newest fashion? Easy. Best education? Given. Some of the best drugs and phycadelics anyone could ever ask for? One would have to wait, but they would eventually get it. Whatever they could have wanted, was at their disposal. But unlike most, that wasn't what Kylar wanted. While not having to wonder when their next meal was going to come, or if they'd have a home one day and on the streets next, was nice. Sure. But it wasn't what they saw having, or really wanted. While their sister got what she wanted and took advantage of their status, Kylar made sure they actually worked for it. They put in the hours, blood sweat ans tears to get what they wanted.

But as the years went on, even that was begining to become monotinious and boring. They sought out exploration and thrill seeking from a young age, finding the feeling of thrill and excitement from danger or anything risky. Whether it was climbing and scaling up some of the tallest buildings in Infinity, or sneaking into the lower levels of the city, they did whatever it took to feel some sort of something. Something that gave them a bit of an edge, as drugs just weren't something they were into. When they turned fourteen is when they decided to join the military, simply as a recruit. But even just a few months in, they were showing exceptional skill in hand to hand combat and marksmanship. Within the first six months, they rose through four ranks and were already begining to make a name for themselves, much to the dismay of the others. The years blended together as their daily routine passed by quickly. Seeing what not just the city had to offer, but the rest of the world as a whole was somehting they thoroughly enjoyed.

But the more they learned, the darker they realized things were. The military of Infinity weren't looking out for the citizens. There was something far darker below the surface, and the more they dug, more conversations they listened in on and monitored, hacking into different seurity cameras and software, the more messed up and intertwined everything became. The military was causing more bad than good, which they were aware of, but they weren't sure of how bad it was until they were already neck deep and steadily getting further in each time they looked around them. Infinity was slowly going under, being lied to and manipulated by a corrupted government and police force was something Kylar didn't expect.

Kylar didn't know what they were expecting when one of their supervisors assigned them a mission. A simple recon mission with a small convoy to the outer rim of the city. Thinking nothing of it they packed their things and joined the convoy. The begining of the journey was normal as ever, but things began to feel off when they realized they were alone, something that was never part of the proticals before. It was only when they heard the soft sound of a low, high pitched wane that it clicked, but before they could do anything, the convoy was sabatoged. The last thing they remembered was thinking this was the end and everything went black.

They didn't know how long it had been when they slowly awoke, finding themselves in a darkly lit hospital room, or what used to be one if it was still in proper working condition. It was only the faint sound of a heart monitor and smell of aged blood and alcohol that caused them to sit up. Seeing countless bandages on their thighs as well as the entirety of their left arm, and then two thirds of the way on their right arm that reality hit. A figure who they assumed to be a nurse had walked in, asking how they were feeling. After much confusion and pain as whatever drugs had been used to help sedate them, it was then that Kylar learned the dark reality of what had happened. They had been pulled from the wreckage of their convoy, a small band of abandoned and left for dead androids had seen the explosion and came to investigate. Seeing that Kylar was somehow still holding on, with their body in tatters, they had small hope that the human would make it. But it was worth the try.

It seemed like months that therapy went by slowly. All too slowly and painfully. Learning how to walk again with their new legs, and the weight that came with it, as they had merely pieced together scrapped parts to make for cybernetic legs, as well as right arm. It took time, a painful and draining amount, but with the help of salvaging more parts and purchasing illegal parts, they were able to improve the quality and function of the new limbs.

Life since the accident had been anything but perfect or easy, but it gave them a second chance. Not only at life, but a way of hopefully to bring down the corrupt politicians and military of Infinity. No one knows that they managed to survive the attack on the setup mission, using it to their advantage, Kylar has slowly spent the past two years gathering forces. Both in humans and androids alike, with the same goal in mind once proof of the slowly falling apart military and goverment were presented. Kylar and their small band of androids and humans have since then helped sabotage and uproot several android transits from being shipped off for deactivation or being reset, and helping them start a new life.

Whispers of a Revolution lead by a mysterious figure only known as "Phoenix" has been slowly spreading around the lower Infinity in recent months, only if one knows where to find it. Slowly making not only their presence known to the people, but certain military members, through peaceful protests that have been been reported as terrorist attacks by the media. They know one day their plans could either come crashing down all around them and it could all go up in flames, or a small spart of hope could be spread around Infinity among the humans and androids alike. All Kylar knows is, they will not be giving up until humans and androids are freed of a manipulative and corrupt goverment. Even if it costs them everything they've ever known.


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writer: wolf's bane109 - fc: brianna hildebrand - hex code: #800000


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So begins...

Kylar Worthington's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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M I L E S CAAL
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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

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Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington

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FAITH WALTON
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outfit : herex|xhex: #9f076d
xxxoh grab this loaded gun
xxxso hopeless but I'm still a romantic
xxxbloodstained mouth, I'm gonna blow a kiss
xxxand I bet it tastes like me, yeah
One hundred years of peace and prosperity was a lie, and they all knew it. Faith knew it as much as anyone else. She lived in the dirty underbelly of the city, the side that nobody would dare to go to look for her for fear the filth would rub off on them. Here, there was a sense of community, but also a sense of fear, a sense of constant need. Any excess she had went to the families who lived around her, the ones that could barely afford to feed the kids and the parents went hungry.

And so Faith refused to even acknowledge the parade. It was the same every year. But as she stepped out into the streets, pulling the cloth off her hovercycle, it was still being broadcast so she couldn't ignore it. And then she came on. The face of the corporations herself. Cordelia Hallis, modified beyond the point of looking human. She spoke so sweetly about how the corporations could really help them all. Faith snorted as she pulled her helmet on, Cordelia's sickeningly sweet voice radiating out and declaring that they were donating money to help those in need. Sure, in return for their souls. At one point, Faith had been forced to choose between the life she had now and a life working for the corporations, a life where she would see the sun. As she glanced up at the woman on the screens. No nice job, no security, no promises of the best and the newest tech to help her do her job, could force her to work for them.

There was freedom in these streets. Despite the parade, life went on. Faith had gotten word about a race. She knew that every race had equal potential to be a set-up by the cops to try and bust the racing rings, but the chase of getting away was as adrenaline inducing as the race itself. What was more exciting than a race for your life?



ANGEL EDWARDS
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xxxand there's nothing wrong with me
xxxthis is how I'm supposed to be
xxxin the land of make-believe
xxxthey don't believe in me
Sometimes, his job was boring, monotonous, affair after affair after petty grudge. It made him question why the hell he was doing it. This wasn't making a difference to people's lives, not really. Sometimes he felt like he was just making things worse, just making people more miserable.

And then there were days like today. He knew that nothing could come of it, not without serious repercussions for all involved. But proving to a mother that her son hadn't been dealing drugs, that he'd been wrongfully killed... it brought a mother peace. They couldn't press charges or bring this to the cops. Angel didn't want that type of attention, and even if his contract included an anonymity clause, he knew that he would be tracked down without anyone having to say anything. But she knew her son was innocent and she could rest easy. These were the cases that made it all worth doing.

She insisted on giving him dinner before he left, saying he was far too skinny and "needed a good hot meal in him". This meant he was not only subjected to more of the parade than he usually would, but also he was later leaving than he wanted to be. He called Kylar as he left. "It's me. Sorry, client decided I needed feeding and I couldn't escape. So... Are we doing this?" He asked, keeping his voice low. He wasn't totally sure what this was but trusted Ky. As per usual, his main focus had been on his day job, and he trusted their plans wouldn't involve either of them getting killed. It was always a risk, of course, but one they tried to minimise.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Human-Cyborg // Attire & Mask // Hex: #800000

Oops I did it again, I
Forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send a message, "I was young and a menace"
Young, young, young and a menace


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The ever droling sound of speeder cars and electro-trains buzzed about the city from above as life on the top floors flourished, while the sound of remote silence and never-ending and echoing footsteps came from below. The lower levels were an utter scum filled infestation of crime, violence, and revulsion. Something about that was as perfect of a place as any to set up multiple sanctions around the lower levels of Infinity. Least place the law enforcement would really want to go, as the further they went, the worse things got. Might as well use it to your advantage if people think you're dead, and stopped hunting you down for the first time in months. A figure sat along the railing of one of the middle levels as they looked up at the broadcast that was taking place. Cordelia fucking Hallis, in the god damn flesh, well, whatever remained of it anyway. Just the sight of that woman made their stomach turn, as well as always bring a yawn of borden to Kylar. If there was anyone else that they hated more than the military, it was Cordelia. Well, maybe hate was too harsh a word. Kylar sure had their grudges and distaste for plenty of people, Cordelia being one, it was more so of annoyance due to her very clear vocal opinion about the Revolution.

Something about the woman never sat well with them, and it has only been since has gone on, that Kylar has grown to have their own suspicions about the woman that married into the Elite. How is it that someone that came from nothing, became what she is now? Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The figure shook their head as they slowly got to their feet, still standing on the metal railing with ease. Hands in their pockets as they looked around their surroundings.

"Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you." the voice seemed to boom into their ears from above.

Kylar glared, studying the screen. Something didn't exactly seem right before the screen cut off from the broadcast. The way Cordelia seemed to act was, somewhat out of characteristic for her. Not that she had many character to begin with, but Kylar couldn't help but feel like it was odd. But they couldn't dwell on that now. They had their own job to do. The sound of a small beep alerted to them on an incoming call on their comlink. Pressing a small button on their wrist, it automatically connected to the small earpiece that they had. "Oh so now you decided to call me, huh? And to think, you just missed Cordelia's broadcast as well. Shame." Kylar quickly rattled off. Jumping off of the railing and into the main part of the small catwalk that they were on, "And as if you even had to ask if me if we were doing this. Of course we are. But first, I have a little surprise for the people above. Check it." Kylar said with a grin.

Kylar turned back to the direction of which the screen that had the broadcast not moments ago, pressing a few buttons on their wrist, four small drones seemed to appear out of nowhere. Slowly making their way to the screen, quickly deploying what first seemed like a gas or smoke across the screens. Which quickly turned and formed into a projected image, as thousands of mico-nanobots came together. Projected, in a large bold font was simply one word for all to see.

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A grin formed on their face, one way to piss off a whole group of people, proceed to vandalize and spread propaganda. Fight fire with fire, was slowly how things were beginning to go. As much as Ky may not have liked it, if the humans wanted to start something, then let them come across some anarchy. Even if it was more of a petty move than outright sign of violence, for now it would do. Looking back at the small hologram of Angel, Ky gave a small salute. "Up to you now, partner. I shall be catching you later." Kylar said with a chuckle, knowing full well what Angel's next question was going to be. "I got a race to get to, don't you remember? You're a big guy that can take care of your end of things here. I have that much faith in you to not mess things up. So, goodluck, buddy! Tell me how things go when you're finished!" Ky said as they quickly disconnected the call, not giving Angel much time to argue.

Looking back, they gave a large figure who was dressed in a full-body suit of armor a smile, "Don't go giving me that look. Okay? I did my part here. Besides, these races don't take forever like they used to. I'll be back at the hangout before you even begin to miss me. So, deuces!" Ky said as they gave the android a salute, and quickly dove off the side of the railing and down below. A medium-sized hoverboard was quickly deployed from what seemed like a small cube-shaped object, and Kylar landed on it with ease, quickly regaining their balance. They needed to get to the race quickly, taking the back ends of the lower levels and sticking to the less crowded places.







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Revolutionary-Android // Armor // Hex: #104291

Woke up on the wrong side of reality
And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me
And as far as the time, far as the time
Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived


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Hours of relative peace and quiet were something he had originally planned on and wanted for the day. At least today. That was it. But he found himself being fulled away as Kylar wanted Fives to accompany them, for whatever reason. Was wanting to be left alone in peace for one day too much to ask? With a contemplated sigh, Ezekiel found himself getting dressed into the armor that Kylar profusely suggested he wear whenever they went out. It helped make him look tough and scary, Ky told him. But he knew the real reason. Ezekiel was by no means intimidating or scary on his own. And if they came across any sign of trouble, they'd be easy targets. But with the armor he was given, it helped to give him somewhat of an uphand with the intimidation factor, something the android couldn't say wasn't nice to have.

An hour later he found himself and Kylar standing in the shadows of some of the lower levels, simply standing out of sight as they watched the broadcast come on. Ezekiel had no disdain or distaste for Cordelia, if anything, he felt sorry for her. Or what he assumed sadness and pity felt like. He wasn't exactly sure why, but whenever he saw her face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. Even though he had nothing to do what happened to her, seeing what became of her was, saddening to say the least. She wasn't even fully a human anymore, that much was obvious, and no matter how much the others told him to forget about it, he couldn't fully let it go.

Silently he stood a few feet away from Kylar, hands clasped neatly and tightly behind his back as he stood. Simply watching everything take place around him. The armor he wore always made him feel much smaller than he was, as well as somewhat claustrophobic, as he never did do well with tight spaces. but with the modifications Ky made to the suit, he couldn't entirely complain. It wasn't as tight as it was last time, and managed to be more breathable, something he appreciated. One thing he did always take note of from Kylar, whenever someone made a comment on something being too uncomfortable or tight, or not fitting right, without a word the person would find whatever the issue was would be fixed. Never vocally having to say they made changes or had worked on something to fit their needs. Zeke knew it was Ky's way of showing that they heard and listened, and in a way, cared. Even if they never said it out loud, for those that knew them, it was one of the small things that reminded others that Ky was indeed still human. Just had plenty of walls keeping themselves guarded.

Ezekiel was shaken out of his thoughts when Kylar spoke up, clearly talking to Angel about their plans, and watched as holographic images were yet again spread across the main square in the upper levels for all to see. Shaking his head, he guessed it was better than acting out in outright violence, like causing explosions or actual terrorist attacks like the Corporations and Military tried saying and equating them to. Ezekiel blinked when the conversation between Ky and Angel came to a rather abrupt end. Cocking his head to the side when Ky told him not to look at them like that, and that they wouldn't be back too late. "But Ky wait I-" was all the android was able to get out before Kylar jumped off the railing and fell down below. Taking off like a bullet on one of their hoverboards. The android sighed, shaking his head once more as he was now left alone, in the middle of the city. He'd have to make his way back to their main place of operations, and it was sadly a long walk from where he was now left alone. "Didn't even have the common decency to give me a ride back home?" the android muttered to himself as he turned and began to make his way back to the apartment. He didn't even want to come outside today, yet here he was. Now left alone to his thoughts. Fantastic.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.