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Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)

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a character in “Prisoners of Madness”, originally authored by Blazezon, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Elissa Lanora Vanoth(Charlotte)

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Name(Real name of the character):
Elissa.

Fake Name(Your new name)
Leliana.

Alias(Codename):
Charlotte.

Gender:
Female.

Age:
Twenty-Six.

Numeral/Zodiac and Placement of Tattoos on Body
Her zodiac is located on her right breast, drawn around her areola, while her numeral begins on the left side of her collar bone, and descends down her breast, tapering off just before her left areola.

Weapon Specialization:
Close quarters weaponry and daggers.

Personality:
When you think of morbid, aloof, and cruel individuals, images of gloomy, dry, and sarcastic people may come to mind, Elissa however does her part to shatter those stereotypes. Depending on her mood, that is. As a very selfish, self-centered, and egotistical hyper-sexual female, her over all moods are highly dependent on her whims, which are usually built around her never ending sex drive, and her self dubbed "addiction" to torture. Normally though, she's a rather flirtatious, and raunchy being, she tends to walk about with a menacing smile that boards on blood thirsty, and sexually deviant, and her head in the clouds, sporting a rather suspicious look(Dreams of horrific torture unbeknownst to onlookers.). Normally garnering a little attention for her cheery, if not slightly aloof disposition, and remarks of what a pleasurable young lady she is. She doesn't let anything get to her too much as a rule, the explicit knowledge of one's ability to inflict horrific and excruciating death to an individual has circumvented the need for thick skin, leaving her a very emotional, and sensitive woman to those she actually cares about. If any such person exists. It is however no surprise she doesn't exactly have a tight knit group of friends, but a laundry list of one night stands. Mostly, her insanity seems to have overridden her personality in most areas, causing her to be flirtatious, violent, vain, and utterly fixated on her own amusement and pleasures. What shreds of her original personality bleed through consist of extreme apathy, and a harsh sadism, don't do much to soften her up. She exhibits next to no morals, no regard for her well being, or that of others, and a general cruel humor that always finds a laugh out of someone else's agony.

Description:
Weight: 110lbs.
Height: 5'6.
Bust: 34c.
Tattoos: One on her back, one on her right leg, and left ankle, lastly, on her right shoulder extending onto her breast, and connecting with her zodiac.
Peircings: She has four, a solid gold rod through each nipple, commonly visible from her tight leather jacket, and two vaginal, both silver gauges through the left outer lip.


Supernatural Powers:
Elissa's power works in the form of her psychological backlash being harnessed and channeled into specific weaponry designed for her tastes. Though taught to “work with” the backlash of her insanity, it can still be a great strength, or weakness for her. On the downside, she can be somewhat easily distracted by sexual encounters, or even the slightest hint of sexuality, and even thrown into a violent, lustful frenzy as a result of extreme amounts of teasing. On the other hand, giving in, taking by force, or otherwise gaining any sort of pleasure will bluster her spirits, and her psychopathic energies. If taken to a point of orgasm or further, this will throw her into an equally lustful, but less violent frenzy, during which she seems to exhibit an endless font of energy

Right arm weapon: Harlequin's kiss. A a tubular wrist-mounted Monofilament Injector, the Kiss is only effective in close combat. It contains a tightly-coiled retractable monofilament wire which is around 100 metres in length. When activated (often with a forward punching motion) the wire is violently released. Capable of piercing armour, if the wire penetrates its victim it instantly uncoils and lashes around violently, liquefying bones and internal organs, and causing immediate death. The wire then retracts back into the Kiss Due to her unrefined usage of the weapon during her initial training, all four fingers of her right hand suffered greatly, and are now covered in scar tissue. The obsidian and titanium glove she wears is able to grip the raw monofiliment wires of her Kiss, allowing her to wield it like a temporary and lethal whip.

Left hand weapon: Maloch's Razor. What appears to be a black-velvet glove is in fact a bio-engineered nightmare. The “fabric” of the glove solidifies into a diamond-sharp metal, that twists and extents into hellish claws. The true beauty of the weapon is that this living metal secrets a highly toxic and debilitating liquid, that if injected into a victim's blood stream is beautifully fatal. Causing the victim's blood vessels and organs to expand violently, resulting in a rather organic explosion. To wield this however, came at a agonizing cost. Elissa's left hand was chopped off at the wrist, and a skeletal replacement made of a symbiotic titanium was welded into the remaining bone, and nerves were painstakingly attached.

Main Weapon: Apostate's Reverence. An unassuming blade set forged of Black Steel, and artistically molded with a wide array of personal iconography on it's every edifice. Despite being well balanced, moderately light, and sharp enough to slice concrete, it's real power lays in what's not seen. The blade's seams look to be part of the art, but in fact denote all sixteen points of separation that split apart when the blade takes on it's true form, that of a spiked whip. When “unchained” into it's whip form, all sixteen razor sharp chinks that form it dance through the air in a beautiful, and distracting ceremony, until called into action as a angel of death by her master. This weapon, though not extremely lethal on it's own, serves as a painful way to grapple people into Elissa's sinister grasp for her other weapons to take over. This weapon, like most everything else of hers, feeds off her madness.

Elissa's Mask: A unique invention that fuels itself from her very own Madness. The mask uses a psycho-kinetic probe to gather a targets truest fear, and then in turn morph itself to display it, all the while giving off an aura of hopelessness, increased susceptibility to fear, and a constant nagging sense of mortality to those to weak to resist.

Holographic defenses: Her suit is heavily infused with a nano-based reactive system that draws power from her neural-net. What this does is create a space of altered “Space” around her in a full 360, distorting the realities in the small zone, breaking her image apart, and swathing it in a crystalline substance which is extremely resistant to conventional damage. Though she doesn't take “pain” from hits received while this is active, the holographic essence taking a hit creates a massive strain on her entire body. Overuse could easily lead to death by exhaustion..


Likes:
Nudity.
Money.
Women covered in lacerations.
Her job.
Orgies.


Dislikes:
Prudes.
Orders.
Mundane people.
Slitting Throats.
Shy men.


Skills/Abilities:
Stealth.
Non-hostile Interrogation
Torture.
Seduction.
Agility.


History:
She grew up with just her father in a little home. Middle-class. Her father, whom left his wife and her mother for reasons never explained, neither remarried nor sought help in raising her. He tried to give her morals, values, discipline, common sense, and failed miserably on all accounts. By fourteen she was a nightmare of a child. Drunken, addicted to everything she could get her hand on, sleeping with every man she came in contact with, including those more than twice her age, her father was more worried about her well being, than angry. That was until she robbed him blind to afford or fix and a hotel room for a large 'party' she was having. The man, now at his wits end, did all he could, sending her from one expensive religious private school to the next, until he had to call in a favour with an old friend, who was currently the Dean of a heavy Catholic private academy.

Upon waking in the Dean's room she did what most people might have done, shouted bloody murder. The man quickly attempted to calm her down, and explained that not only had her father left her there, but he'd moved to a different city as well. Of course, being the street savvy young strumpet she was, she rolled her eyes and stormed out, returning to her home. Which she found to be completely empty. Knowing the old man must have had a hand in this treachery, she stormed right back to the school, and was greeted with a warm smile, and the same explanation as when she'd woken up. This didn't set well with her at all. Though the man offered her a home at the school, which she semi-accepted, she gave him, and his rules no respect. Pretty much just using the place as a bed when she was to drunk to find a man to give her one, she went about her life as normal. Until she got pregnant.

It's become a bit of guild history, Elissa running through the grand all screaming furiously, cursing any number of men, causing quite the scene, and crying, the Dean coming in and just looking at her before dragging her of to his room for yet another talk of discipline. Everyone expected her to storm back out within ten minutes, but she didn't. She stayed in that room for hours. What transpired, to her knowledge only herself and the chairman knew, but what happened afterward was public knowledge. She came out, looking exhausted, defeated, and crawled off to her room, of which she kept locked for days, and when she came out, she looked a bit different. Pissed off, but different. She was clean, she smelled nice, instead of like a tavern for once, and she was in decent clothing that actually covered her body. It seemed like things were going to change...Until she pulled a gun and started shooting other students. Her mind had snapped, school-legend says it was because of grief, or a shady abortion, but the truth is only known to the madwomen herself.

She was forcibly detained by school security, and without being able to contact a legal guardian, she was shipped off to a local asylum, where she waited for years, alone in a small cell, with just a straight jacket as a friend.


Other:
(Anything else?)

So begins...

Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)'s Story

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Havok & Charlotte

A horrid sound, something between an exasperated woman's moan, and the wounded, deranged howls of a wild beast echoed through the hall of Krux as Charlotte was once more dragged to her duties by the ever impassive Havok. "Guuullliiieeeessssss.." She whined, trying to slip in a hint of a seductive tone while trying to wriggle free of the man's iron grip. "Why do I have to be here too? Can't they at least start without me? Did you HAVE to drag me out of that brothel? I'd paid for an hour and everything..". Her pleas had little effect on her captor, and if anything just caused his vice-grip of a hold on her to intensify, much to her displeasure. "But, Gullies..Come on now.." Her voice had slipped an entire octave, and her tone laced in a lustful husk. One of many attempts to try and sway the man, most were met with a shrug but Gullies' famous patience was wearing thin when it came to the woman's antics. He knew today was important, and he knew why, he was also supposed to be there several hours ago, but he'd been informed of Charlotte's lack of a desire to attend Swain's wonderful soiree. With a soft, monotone sigh he flung the annoying woman in front of him, letting go as he did so, sending her directly into a wall. "Then walk.".

Krux would be alive with the moaning and groaning of a "Wounded" Charlotte all the way to the top floor, where all of it ceased for a momentary girly-shriek of pleasure.
Charlotte's eyes had diligently swept over the waiting room the second the door had opened, and instantly her eyes had fixated on the one other person, Nyx. A severe elation shot through her body, accompanied with the faint heat of a certain ripple as she eyed the girl. Wasting no time, and not giving Havok a good shot at grabbing her before she could make it to her new-found potential fun, she bolted from the elevator doors and made a mad dash at the couch, jumping as high as she could before crashing directly into Nyx's lap, flinging her arms around the girls neck instantly and pouting. "Nyx.." She whimpered, "You won't let mean ol' Gullies kill me, will you? Or this boorrriiinng meeting leave me just so drained, right?" Her shimmering little manipulative eyes locked directly with Nyx's, much like Havok's icy, deadpan stare did from the elevator, which he was slowly stepping out of.

Cooley striding over to the pair, he just stood a few feet from the couch, his arms folded, and his eyes dead, their fixation bouncing between the females. "Behave.."

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: James Blake (Shallow) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Lucas Heart (Shallow)

The message had been dull enough, a simple summons and nothing more. The words had been blunt, useless and to the point. The only thing that had made any impression was the use of the word 'immediately'. This meant that instant movement was expected from all who received the message and it was a wise idea to obey. If there was one thing Lucas had learnt in his time training it was not to disobey a summons however derogatory it might make you feel. The resentment was minimal though, it wasn't like he'd been doing anything else when the message arrived. He'd been sprawled out on his bed for the best part of the last two hours reading a book about strangulation which, though informative, was lacking in anything of interest. The human anatomy books he had borrowed from the medical section were full of ways a person could be killed and whilst reading them Lucas had decided he preferred the practical application but the pictures were nice...
With a sigh Lucas swung his leather clad legs off the bed and stood up. The main elevator wasn't too far from his room so if he left now he'd be pretty early. After a couple of seconds he decided that it was better to be early than late in this case. Lucas pulled his black leather jacket off the hook on the back of his door and slipped his arms through then he attached and locked his manacles to his wrists. He never left his room without the chains. He didn't really trust any of the others to not jump him when he was least expecting it so he was always prepared. When he was sure he was ready Lucas pushed open his door to be greeted by the most horrendous sound. Somewhere between a drowning cat and a banshee the howls were deafening and the worst thing was Lucas knew he had to walk towards them. With another huge sigh Lucas set off towards the elevator, chains dragging on the ground behind him. It took him less than five minutes to reach the elevator and other minute to reach the top floor. As the doors opened the scene before him very nearly made him turn around and go back. Charlotte was sat In Rose's lap and the pair were just staring into each other's eyes. Havok was close by them but was obviously not invited to the party and didn't want to be if the way he was standing and staring was anything to go by. Lucas wasted another couple of seconds deciding whether or not to go back down. He had just come all the way up here and it wouldn't look good if he wasn't there and everyone else was...decision made Lucas walked across the room, skirted round the table and sat himself on the empty leather sofa. He lent his arm on the arm rest and sprawled out like a contented cat. Dammed if he wasn't going to be comfortable for this meeting.

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: James Blake (Shallow) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Katt Ameline and Kai Ameline

(Eyes & Blood)


Kai was not thrilled about the meeting that he and his sister had to go to, he in fact hated having her around so many other harvesters. Day after day, he would think of the moment in which he held that note, and allowed the two of them into the underworld, he regretted that moment. Something good did come out of that day, his sister completely forgot the incident which had happened to her, over and over again. He looked down at her petite body as the two of them walked up the stairs to the top of the building. His blue eyes fixated on her clouded blue ones, she was now blind, he also blamed himself for that. White, black, and red, he was tired of those colors, tired of everyone, he had only one person whose company he actually liked. Society was disgusting, and people would horrible creatures most of the time, but that especially applied to the underworld. His sister was quiet, beside him, and all he did was take in the sights of the place. Whenever he had meetings with anyone here, he never enjoyed it. Kai was not particularly fond of listening to anyone, many of the time he just didn't. Nor ranking or strength could force Kai to slave for another.

"Blood?" Katt looked up at her brother, as if fit was possible for her to see his expressions, but in her own way, she was able to feel his feelings, or at least know what they were. Kai was a stubborn one, and not one to show emotions on the surface, it pleased her heart to see that they were there, if even barely existing sometimes. With every step she took, she room and everything around it gained a new color, blue. Because she was blind, she often used this so only she could see where she was and what was there. It was a very rough glowing outline of things, the ability to give things auras. She couldn't very well go stumbling into the meeting. "What does it look like?" Kai stopped for a moment, she watched the color in his aura change, he was about to lie, but then he turned to her, "Red, black, and white - this world never changes." Katt frowned. Kai was always telling her the horrors of the place, she wondered if it was perhaps he wanted to make her aware of what was really going on.

Finally the two of them walked into a room, one which Kai thought was actually neatly decorated, but that didn't interest him. Why would Swain want to meet with them after all this time? He didn't like it at all. He didn't like Swain either. He saw that three people were already there. Two which were familiar to him, or at least he had seen them before, not to say they had ever conversed, the third he had no idea whom they were, he would make sure to keep his eyes on everyone, though. He led his sister to not the couch, but to the side of the couch, where they both stood. He could see his sister look about the room and study the auras of the other people, as well as the various objects in the room that clearly she gave auras to. Those particularly auras only she could see, and take away, no other auramancer, if one exist could do so, it wasn't really an ability of one anyways. Kai stood with an emotionless expression, cold, and distant, having no interest in anyone though making sure to be clearly aware of them.

After Katt was done looking at the auras - which she did every time she say someone, she could come to the conclusion that most people here felt the same about this meeting, that was to say that most people here or anyone were the type of people you would want to meet in a dark ally, so to speak. Katt leaned against Kai, who made no movement, no surprise, though sometimes in public he would say to behave. She could see why her clinging to him was the last of his worries or thoughts on his mind. Katt's expression was a dreamy one, and her eyes always added to the fact, not only dreamy, but at times she just looked confused, mind you that she wasn't. The whole harvesting thing, was something that Katt didn't like, at times, she was glad she was blind, but then times she hated it. It made the screams, the cries, the beginning - it made them all worse. Neither she nor her brother liked what they had to do, if she were truely honest with herself she was never one hundred percent sure how she got here, Kai seemed to talk in circles, but she let it be. She wondered what all this was about, her brother had always told her to stay far away from the other harvesters, so she didn't open her mouth to speak to them, but she did love conversing with people, and she missed it.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: James Blake (Shallow) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Rose Ceilmarx


Rose was still contemplating when there was a thud followed by screaming and moaning. She knew that voice anywhere.... Before Rose even had any time to react, she was being tackled and smoothered by Charlotte. "Nyx.." She whimpered, "You won't let mean ol' Gullies kill me, will you? Or this boorrriiinng meeting leave me just so drained, right?" She glanced around to see Havok and Shallow had arrived as well. Both were giving her the awkward homo stare. Rose snarled. Although she didn't give a damn about what men thought of her, she absolutely refused to be labled as 'Charlotte's millionth lover.' Hell no. She watched as the Blood and Eyes joined the party. No! She needed to do something fast.

Calmly, Rose smiled at Charlotte and said, "Of course not...." She then proceded to grab Charlotte's arm and fling her into the glass table causing it to crack.

"Because I'll kill you first!" She sat back against the couch again and continued, "Why are you such a damn handfull? Honestly you're more trouble then you're worth."

She sighed. Ever since she met Charlotte, Rose had been forced into the position of bailing out Charlotte in order to prevent her from finally getting impaled by Havok's arrows. Although, Rose would probably be a lot happier not having to worry about being raped everytime she goes to bed. The only reason she probably did protect her was simply because her pride wouldn't allow a fellow woman to get bested by a man.

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood) Character Portrait: Tian An Men (Tai Shan) Character Portrait: Arthur Leonhardt (Zehn) Character Portrait: Kowareta Tsubasa (Insanity) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok)
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Frankenstein Brokenheart (Insanity)

Inside the tall, dark building, there was a room, the door was brown and the wall was black. It was a room that even the guards had troubles walking passed it for you see, the door of the room wasn't brown...at least. it didn't use to be brown. No, it used to be a simple white wooden door with a golden handle...what'd happened to it then? Why was it brown, you might ask...it's simple, really. The brown color of the door wasn't a natural color. It was the color...of dry blood. Yes, you're corrected...someone had painted the white door with blood and let it dry. Do you understand why the guards were so afraid then?...because, behind that bloody door, contained a monster - a monster with a human face. And the monster's name was...Frankenstein Brokenheart.

There was a lot of strange noises coming from the room right now. It was the giggle...of a man. If one listened carefully enough, they might even hear someone talking to themselves. Yes, Frankenstein was a madman indeed...and he was having his fun right now. The giggles increased as well as the mumbles. No one would dare try to interrupt him at this moment.

"...he he he...bloody, bloody...I'm bloody Frankenstein...he he he..."

Kowareta giggled as he slashed his wrist one more time and watched with childish glee as blood oozed out of his wounds. Clapping his hands, he giggled again as the blood stained his floor and he touched it in amazement. He spoke to no-one as his tongue licked the blood hungrily "...he he he...tada tada tada...he he he..." The alarm clock gave a long, shrilling noise as it was the right time for a meeting or something like that, Frankenstein wasn't really sure about that. Everything was hazy right now...Hazy...Haze...they're kinda similar words, right? What's a 'haze' again? He forgot. But well, who cared about some Haze, he wanted to play. He stood up and walked to the table, his body swaying back and forth like a drunk. Taking the bandage and clumsily wrapped it around his bloody wrist, Frankenstein smiled as he raised his hands in front of him "...all nice and clean!... he he he..."

He opened his room and walked out, completely ignored the guards as they looked at him warily. Meeting meant missions....and missions meant blood...while blood meant fun! He giggled and walked to his destination, humming a merry tune.



As he walked to the room. He looked at it and grinned as he heard some familiar voices - his fellow Harvesters...how fun was that? He opened the door without even bother knocking it and waved his hand happily, greeting them "...Hello, what's up? he he he..." He covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, trying to suppress a giggle to no avail. As h e looked around, trying to find his favorite Harvesters, Frankenstein asked absently "...where're Richard and Feng?...They promised to play with me today...he he he...I think I just found something interesting to play yesterday...he he he...poor souls...he he he...we can play doctors!..." Clapping his hands together again and created a childish squeak, Frankenstein said cheerfully "...or you guys can play with me...you guys are the experiments and I'm the doctor...he he he..." He stopped giggling for a minute and bounced happily to where Lucas was standing "....Hey, Lucy!...what's a 'haze'? I forgot...Wait, your name isn't Lucy...it's Lucas...Lucas, Lucy...he he he...get it? It's funny..." The madman continued to speak as he danced around each person like a child, completely ignored their reactions...well, at least he was in one of his 'childish happiness'. It was a lot better than he was in his 'mad, sadistic mode'.

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood) Character Portrait: Arthur Leonhardt (Zehn) Character Portrait: Kowareta Tsubasa (Insanity) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: James Blake (Shallow)
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Richard Istophon (Zehn)


The streets of The Underworld reeked of something lovely today, probably freshly spilt blood. Richard felt alleviated after drowning himself in the thick scent, but where was it radiating from. That didn't matter at this moment, for he had received a reminiscent blank envelope holding an all too familiar letter. "A very important meeting, heh." Richard was far from believing that this meeting was going to be of any importance, sure they group finally finished their five year training session, but who cared. 'Maybe Swain will actually show his face, oooooo, I wonder if his blood tastes, good...' Richard just adored basking in the scent, or drowning in the feel, or especially cherishing the taste of the thick red liquid.

His lengthy trek through The Underworld came to stop upon entering the Krux Building. He walked into the bland waiting room; it was too empty for his taste, and unlucky for him, he wasn't the tenth person to enter. Richard was always the tenth person to attend a meeting or any gathering for that matter, he just loved being tenth. That was what he loved, the number ten, and well being consistent was a plus. "Ah, I'm early." Richard entered the room rather quietly, noticing the multiple Harvesters that flooded the room, then placing his eyes on Havok. 'Oye, such a fellow, here?' Richard wasn't paying any particular attention to anything, but noticed that Frankenstein was standing before him. "Ah, I believe I forgot about the little 'play date' we had scheduled. I apologize Frankie, heh." Richard really didn't feel too bad about missing the play date, he just enjoyed the combat aspect of it.

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Character Portrait: Linear Fimbulvetr(Nyx) Character Portrait: Grace and Ren Kamdin (Eyes / Blood) Character Portrait: Lance Quinn (Reaver) Character Portrait: Arthur Leonhardt (Zehn) Character Portrait: Kowareta Tsubasa (Insanity) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok)
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Lance Quinn (Reaver)


The dark haired man sat at the Chair, a cup of red liquid in his hands. For passers by, it would seem odd that such a dark figure seemed to be sipping tea, but upon closer inspection, the liquid was obviously not tea. Blood's metallic taste had always allured Lance, and today was no exception. Sure, Lance was meant to be at a Meeting, but he couldn't be on time all the time, could he? And besides, he was going to make full usage of the fact that the Cafe Owner owed him his life. Lance took another sip and clicked his fingers, observing as a Waiter made her way over to him, her blonde hair blowing in the slight artificial winds of the Underworld.

Her slender body was athletic, with toned muscles all around, but they didn't make her seem disgusting to anyone. She was fit, obviously, but she wasn't one of those crazed bodybuilders that pumped themselves full of chemicals and toxins in hopes that they would grow to an immense size, able to crush anyone in front of them, although Lance was sure that he and the other Harvesters could easily take them down, they were just Human, after all.

The girl's blonde hair flapped about lazily as she leaned down and took his cup from him. Her tanned skin glowing slightly and she bent over, giving Lance a good look at her body. Her breasts were above average, that was for sure, and her thighs were admirable. Lance licked his lips, thinking about how nice it would be to get between them and have some fun. He wasn't a rapist though, no, he was too polite for that. Well, most of the time, anyways. He stood, thanking the Girl and giving her a slap on the ass as he left. He was sure she was staring at him as he left. He felt her amber eyes digging into the back of his skull, whether in hatred or pleasure, he didn't know, and right now he didn't care to find out. He grinned at some passers by that passed him on the way to his destination, and nodded his head, a signal to which they hastily replied. It was a 'Hello', without speech. Lance's way of acknowledging somebodies existence. He continued on his journey, slightly anticipating what was to come.

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He eventually reached Krux's massive Building, one that towered above the rest, casting everything around it in a darkness that signified just how insignificant the general populace of the Underworld was. Lance pushed the door open, stepping into the expansive lobby, but not bothering to look around. He located the elevator and stepped inside, heading to the designated floor where he and the others were to meet Swain, face to face, for the first time. He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples to relieve whatever had been building up inside of him. Hsi thoughts wandered, and he began thinking.

Lance was curious. Why had Swain chosen to actually speak to them in Person, it was usually one of his underlings that spoke to the Harvesters, which meant that this was important, or at least something new to Krux. Maybe a new recruit? No, Krux wouldn't hire anybody else unless it was absolutely necessary, and Lance highly doubted that it was necessary that day. Maybe today would be fun, since their Training had finished. Five years that were boring and slightly, and irritatingly, easy. Lance had worked as a Butler, and was used to hard work and strict rules, so he got along fine. He opened his eyes as the customary 'ding' of the Elevator doors opening resounded throughout his tiny space, and he observed the fact that practically everyone, or maybe everyone, aside from Swain, of course, was already assembled in the room before him. He stepped into the room, looking over everybody present. He sighed and stalked over to the seat in the furthest corner of the room, far away from the crowds. Crowds... Lance hated them, so loud and busy and obnoxious. Crowds also brought back... unpleasant memories. Were they really unpleasant though? Lance could only remember his Mansion life, his Mother's face and name, and... well, what happened to him, of course. He would never forget that. It was always in the back of his mind, tormenting him, torturing him with the fact that he couldn't remember who abused him. Who took advantage of his innocence. Lance... no, Deon would never forgive them, but Lance was a bit busy right now.

Lance slammed his right hand down onto the table beside him, sending a small electrical charge through it. His left hand rubbed his forehead in anger and frustration, and he groaned. It'd been so long since he'd had a good, relaxing sleep. He liked sleep, and since he wasn't technically a Butler anymore, although he still technically was part time, he was still almost permanently sleepy. Insomnia is a bitch, you know. Lance shook his head and blinked away his anger, closing his eyes again immediately afterward, meditating to relieve stress. His Mother took him to see a Councillor, who had taught him how to Meditate. He closed his eyes, crossed his legs and focused on nothing, but kept his sensed about him so that he could tell what was going on around him.

Inside his head, a Maelstrom was brewing, and it didn't look good for anyone who pissed him off.

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Ace Evander(Aviditas)


Ace was already awake and on his way to the Krux Headquarters. He decided to take the scenic route, that is if anything could be scenic in the underworld. The route Ace took had more prostitutes but less Murder, slavery, and worst of it all child sex slaves. He hated Child Sex Slaves, if he could get away with it he would slaughter every person that forced a child to have sex for money. As he started walking looked up at the dark red sky, it's as if the sky was blended with blood to create a beautiful Permanent Hazy Sunset. Prostitutes looked at Ace as he wore his suit. He didn't look back but something caught the corner of his eye. Behind one prostitutes' legs was a small little girl, only about eight. He stopped and walked over to her mother. He handed her some money and left. "That wasn't for you, that was for her...that be enough to start moving out of these slums. Oh and if I will be coming back..." He smiled at the young girl and continued along his path.

He made it to a cafe, the scent of blood and other spices mixing in the air made a beautiful smell. All the seats were full and he was the only one actually standing. He has been to this cafe before, it was always full. Today a blonde male about 4'8" was working. "I would like The Green Tea Chai Latte Oh by the way Please no blood I don't want my coworkers to murder me over a simple drink." The man went in the back and within three minutes brought out the drink. He handed Ace the drink and Ace smiled. "Why thank you, I'm quite in a rush so I will come back and pay you later." He simply walked out knowing no one could stop him even if they wanted to.

He looked up, this time not at the sky but at the buildings, he noticed the Krux building tower out all of the others. He took an alleyway that eventually led to the Krux building. He walked into the main lobby and he stuck his tongue out to the women at the counter, it wasn't an insult it was his way of checking in. "Ah Ace the others are waiting for you, Swain has yet to come but don't worry he will arrive." she smiled and pointed to the elevator. Ace nodded and walked inside, he was pretty sure he knew which floor it was. He pressed the button and elevator music played, surprisingly it was Jazz. Swain probably doesn't know about this. Ace snickered as the elevator doors opened. He could make out the others in the room ahead. He continued walking and looked at everyone else. He sat down on the leather couch opposite of Nyx. He stayed quiet for awhile and sipped his tea. He finally spoke. "Anyone know when Swain is coming?"

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Feng Shui (Tai Shan)

Like any other partially sane half-demonic human --or would it be just 'mortal'?--, it could easily be said that Feng was not, in fact, enjoying herself. What had destroyed her relatively peaceful evening of staring out the window, and pretending that the voices in her head didn't exist, had come as the form of six, no, seven words: "Swain wishes to meet with you all." Now, don't get it wrong. Swain wasn't the problem; although she wasn't exactly the most thankful for his part in inscribing four obnoxious individuals into an already occupied brain. No, Feng's worries described only the truth that she'd be stuck in a stuffy room with thirteen potentially insane Harvesters. Again, not necessarily a bad thing, but it was very difficult to make fun of any one person or even crack a joke, when half the audience would undoubtedly turn their heads and glare with faces of stone; like the embodiment of 'We are not amused. Shut up.'.

It didn't do so well to one's metabolism to be so heavily stifled, and such was the reason why these meetings kind of sucked out all the unicorns and rainbows from one's day. Which were already low in population, seeing as the lot happened to live in the underworld. Everything was scarce, especially narwhals. But what can I say? In any case, seeing as there was most probably some type of significance in this little gathering, Feng could do nothing else but plaintively sigh and heft a polearm over her shoulders; forced to listen to the sound of cows dying as she walked out her bedroom door. Which, although it sounded incredibly funny to Feng's ears, ended abruptly a few moments later; followed by the high-pitched shriek. From just that, there really wasn't a question about who and what happened; even as this Chinese lady wasn't quite near the door yet.

Although, of course, there was that distinct, ominous feeling for a certain sexually driven animal; along with that tiny inkling that she was forgetting something, neither of which garnered much attention at the moment. In any case, as Feng neared the meeting room just after Ace, her normal, easygoing mood overlooked the kid's casual features; and such was the way, with a slight smile on her face, that the only Asian child of all the Harvesters waltzed in. The first thing she noticed, of course, was that the sexual predator was currently sprawled over a cast-iron table; followed by a disgruntled Rose on a couch. Like routine, actually. Closely behind that was Frankenstein and Richard, two guys in a crowd that she honestly had absolutely no idea how she'd gotten involved in. At the sight of both, Feng finally remembered the little scheduled 'playdate' she'd promised; a decision she'd only first agreed to on an easy whim. Then, well, there was no stopping the fact that she'd have to follow through. But whatever.

Everyone else, as it was, were situated normally enough not to make too much of an impression. But shame. I'm not the last. That could've pissed off a couple uptight people. In any case, seeing as the play date duo had probably forgotten about the affair by now already, several choices presented themselves. One would be to hang around a overly morbid character, another for perhaps some delightful silence, and the last, well, who just hands themselves to Elissa? Michael, shut up. Not everyone happens to be a literal angel. Yes, she would still kill you in the most gruesome way. Voices in her head aside, there was really only one option any sane person would pick: being that of hanging out with Rose, Reial and Ace. Because, you know, intelligent silence is hard to come by; and both would most probably not mind a sarcastic comment. Because it's just that hard to resist in a meeting, yes.

Thinking that perhaps, just maybe, she'd need it for a potential assault, Feng lifted her sheathed polearm from her back and set it beside her; waving a simple hello as she set down beside Rose. One pointed glance at Elissa, then Rose, couldn't help but prompt a comment; especially as the two had an incredibly amusing love-hate relationship. Or at least that was what it looked like. "You two having fun, again? I get that it's how you show love, and I know that the table needed some too, but it really could do better. You should throw her at Richard, next." Degrading the guy was a fun past-time, as well as annoying him. Most of the reason why she did so was very plainly because he still believed in trust and loyalty, even when they happened to, you know, be in the underworld.. Actually, it does look like it's been a while since he got some..

But in any case, that was that. "Anyone know when Swain is coming?" A simple shrug was all Feng could give, waiting for another to answer. It was normal just to assume that he'd get there when all thirteen, fourteen including the twins, were assembled. Which would hopefully happen sometime very soon, since Elissa was bound to go on a rampage with or without sooner or later. Yes, Satan, that's a bad thing.

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Charlotte


Air forcefully evacuated her lungs as her back met with the ridged glass of the table, which issued a sympathetic moan in the form of a violent crack. For Elissa, time briefly stopped the moment of the impact, and where the dull aching of her back and lungs should have been, a different feeling rose up. Like white-hot silk, a molten warmth erupted between her thighs, drowning out the aches, and slowly trickling through her body. It wasn't from the pain, or show of force, but Nyx's creamy, stain smooth skin. The way she moved her lips, the glint in her violent eyes, each slender finger that had wrapped around her wrist like strings of enticing fire. Lust was setting in, the cruel pains of desire began to wrack her body as she closed her eyes, opting not to move yet. Breathing deeply in a futile attempt to cool her ravenous body, she ignored every soul in the room save for Nyx. Every fiber of her being was poured into the graphic mental images regarding the fellow harvester that swamped her hazy mind, until a familiar scent, and sarcastic tone found her.

 "You two having fun, again?” An icy shiver momentarily claimed Elissa's body as she zeroed in on the voice, “I get that it's how you show love, and I know th--." The woman's statement was promptly drowned out of her ears as a violent storm of intrigue, and intent spawned within her. Lazily pushing herself from the table, Elissa locked her violet eyes on the young Asian beauty, shivering once more as she gazed at her hypnotic lips. Smirking and absentmindedly licking over her own ruby lips, she could feel the lightening beginning to gather within her body, release-violent or not- was necessary. “My sweet little exotic lotus..” She cooed, her voice nothing but a low, husky reflection of her lust, her body moving as sensually as she could manage while pulling herself from the table. “You're just oh-so keen with your observations..” She forced herself to saunter over to the Chinese lady as calmly as possible, fighting down the nearly animalistic urge to pounce on her and tear at her clothing, and knelled before her, calmly placing her hands on the girl's thighs. “Why don't you just sit there and let me show you how much I love you..”

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Rose Ceilmarx(Nyx)


Rose glanced over as Tai sat down. A warm smile crossed her face as her friend sat down. "Ah, Tai!"

"You two having fun, again? I get that it's how you show love, and I know that the table needed some too, but it really could do better. You should throw her at Richard, next."

Rose smirked at her snide comment. "Why don't you just run Richard through with your polearm already and call it good?" She laughed. Feng was the one person among the Harvesters that gave Rose a sense of peace in her life of chaos. They often made sarcastic jokes about the others and their surroundings as an attempt to hang onto their humanity.

"Anyone know when Swain is coming?" "Does anyone know when Swainee baby will be here?"

Hmmm. Good questions. Where WAS Swain? Rose figured he was going to show himself when all the Harvesters arrived. All of us were here except for two. Rose answered there question, "We can't complain about Swain being late when not all of us can show up on time even."

Rose returned her attention back to Feng and decided to get revenge. She was about to throw a clever retort about Feng and her playdates with Franken when Charlotte recovered and had locked onto Feng. This set Rose over the edge. Swiftly pulling her scythe from off her back, she set the weapon on fire and put it in between Feng and Charlotte.

"Don't make me tell you to behave again, Charlotte." Rose stared her down, daring her to make a move. Although, anything she did would probably just entice Charlotte more. She glanced over at Havok for help. He was probably the strongest among us and he wasn't even a Harvester. Perhaps that's why Swain appointed him as his right hand man.

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Feng Shui (Tai Shan)

"Oh? Speak of the devil." Before Feng in particular had time to respond to anything, a certain, most probably aroused predator happened to revive; abruptly switching targets from one female to another. Something that undoubtedly happened not too frequently nor rarely, apparently, but nevertheless it was quite obvious that this Asian lady found no fear --or rather, even disgust-- when violet eyes met dark brown. In fact, it could be said that she was otherwise incredibly amused; given the fact that a self-satisfied, charming smile, purposely inviting and lazily seductive, adorned her face below a very simple arched brow. And it was just like that, without moving or a word --although one quick flick of the eyes confirmed exactly where Feng's polearm was--, when Elissa came close to invade her personal space. Which was, very coincidentally, the moment when she almost couldn't help it and burst out laughing. Pfft. Sweet.. exotic.. lotus.. So funny..

“Why don't you just sit there and let me show you how much I love you..” At that, of course, Feng most probably would've lost her poker face and cracked her effortless smile; if not for a sudden, somewhat godsend, of an intervention. One of which that she used to quickly regather her wits then, well, come up with an equally amusing idea. Rather than backing away like she would have done on other, lesser days, the child gave the fiery obstruction between her target of amusement a parting, simple glance before.. calling a phoenix. In a very easy instance, (and flashing a momentary, wickedly charming grin directed at Rose; like a trademark signature for 'Yeah, this is for kicks.' between the two) the temperature of the room immediately spiked a couple degrees as Feng's eyes assumed an almost ethereal quality; her very presence itself becoming demanding, in some degree of reverence.

Within the five year period of her training, most Harvesters would at least have heard of such an occurrence. But, in any case, she became instinctively impossible to miss; whether or not it was a first sight. Then, just as quickly, a flood of uptight consciousness flooded her mind; a ruffled and slightly pissed off phoenix yelling at her for what indecent things she planned to do. That and, of course, summoning said creature in the midst of such bad company. But, alas, this was not a time that Feng would bother to give a damn; and it was like such that she tuned out the shrieking bird. Which, well, basically means I'm just too lazy to write a split personality at the moment. So, returning to her charming smile, Feng reached out with partially fire-immune fingers and pushed the flaming scythe out of the way; standing as she did so and kneeling beside Elissa with the appearance of space. All still within casual arms-length to her polearm, of course.

Speaking in a relaxed, whisper-soft tone, Feng garnered as much appeal as she could --although regal by phoenix's presence already--; effortlessly closing bodily distance. “Oh, but what fun would that be? After all,” her voice changed to a smooth, sensual, purr as she leaned in close; lips tickling, teasing the edges of Elissa's ear. “everyone knows the chase is always the best part." As she spoke, Feng used one hand to wrap her arm around Elissa’s waist, while the index finger of the other slowly traced a path up the eager female’s sternum and neck, ending at the tip of the chin; holding her eyes in a suggestive, gleaming gaze not too far from one another. "I’m sure you’d agree.

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((Sorry Haze, but I must borrow Havok. Oh and your partner assignments are listed in the OOC.))

Rose Ceilmarz(Nyx) and Swain


Rose protested and pleaded with Feng to rethink her actions as she shoved her scythe away. "Tai! You can't be serious... Don't give into Charlotte's demands! You underestimate her! You have no idea the kinds of things... she'll DO to you..." She shivered as she recalled an obviously disturbing memory. She was about to let loose another stream of protests when she noticed how restless everyone was getting. Having all thirteen, including both twins, Harvesters in one room was probably not a wise decision.

Luckily, it seemed as if everyone wouldn't have to wait for much longer. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Gullies did a silent headcount and followed it with a satisfied nod. No one else seemed to notice as he walked over to the large red wall and lean against it. Rose couldn't quite make out what he did exactly, but whatever he did, the wall began to pull apart to unveil a large dark hallway. Everyone silenced their mindless chatter to stare at the new hallway.

Havok motioned with his head for everyone to follow him. Rose stood their for a moment just staring at the hallway then proceded to be the first one to enter. The hallway was long and twisted and seemed to go on forever. Perhaps it did. It finally came to abrupt halt to a door. Gullies opened the door and revealed a large room with a meeting table in the center. It had a total of sixteen chairs around the table and each gothic-style chair had a numeral marked on the back. Except for two. One of which Gullies took beside.... a taken chair. There, at the very end of the table, was him. Swain. He gave off every vibe as being a very important and a very shrewd business man. Although, he didn't seem very old. Only in his thirties, if that. He had long white hair that ended at his shoulder and was very tall. Even when seated. He was adorned in a pure white suit with gold trimmings. Very flamboyent and gaudy. There was also one more detail that caused Rose to frown when she laid eyes on him. He was wearing a carnival mask that covered only the upper portion of his face.

For five long years, they hadn't even heard a direct word from him and even now he wouldn't show his face to them? The more she thought about it, the more it caused her to frown. Even so, she still took her seat towards the middle of the table. The chair labled, "VII." Rose propped her head up with one arm while the other drummed her slender fingers against the mahogany table. As the first one to sit down, Swain turned to smile at her beneath his shrowd of mystery. She gave him a half smile and then proceded to frown again at her thoughts.

As soon as everyone proceded to sit in their assigned seats, Swain stood up and cleared his voice. Just as Rose thought, he was a very tall man and towered over the table.

"Good evening to all of you. As all of you know, my name is Swain." He said as an almost purr. His voice sent shivers down Rose's spines. His voice was beautiful and hypnotic, but was completely unhuman. His voice wasn't like anything she'd ever heard before.

"Now, first of all, I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm wearing this mask... As much as I'd love to share my identity with you all, I cannot at this point in time. Why? Because we've been infiltrated." Rose's eyebrows raised at the comment. Infiltrated? How is that possible?

"You fourteen, including Gullies, are the last people I can trust. However, before I can get into that matter, I'd like to show you some things first."

He gestured towards the wall behind him as a screen lit up. On the screen were a couple charts. The title was, "Krux's Monthly Profit Compared To Rival Companies." On the very top of the chart was Krux highlighted in red. On the bottom, were a whole rainbow of lines that weren't even close to Krux. However, as you looked thorough the months, you'll notice in the last year one dark blue line that dramatically sky-rocketed up the chart right below Krux. During a couple months, the line was even above Krux's.

Rose was fairly certain she was voicing everyone's opinions when she said, "Well so? Every company has to deal with competition. No big deal."

"Ah, yes, as right as you are, Nyx, it wouldn't be any concern of the Harvesters.... if an incident hadn't occured yesterday. It was quickly covered up, so no one would learn of it. Now, I'd like you to pay very close attention to the next picture..."

A new picture appeared on the screen and Rose raised her eyebrows. Now, a normal person would probably either pass out, vomit, or scream, but the Harvesters were quite used to this kind of thing. Even so, it did mildly surprise Rose.

On the screen was a brutal homocide of a woman. Not just any woman either. She was known as Swain's secretary, Nira. Rose often saw her running about the building taking care of things that needed to be done. She was a thin lady with sleak blonde hair. She reminded Rose of a fox. Now, she lay on the ground maliciously ripped and torn to pieces. She was barely recognizable. The only thing left in tact was her head with a look of pure horror etched into her face. The rest of her body was scattered about. Some of her organs were cruelly sown back together in unnatural positions. However, the detail that really left an impression was the message. Written beside the gory mess was a short sentence typed out in..... bones. Nira's bones specifically. It said, "STEP DOWN." Rose was sure to take in one more insignificant detail before Swain took the picture down. A medium-sized black feather lying next to Nira's head.

"So, as you all can see, we have reason to believe this rival company was the one who organized this distasteful show of aggression. However, we have no clue what this organization's name even is. Out in the market, they're simply known as Company X. Because of all this secrecy, it's very difficult to track them. We do believe that there's evidence somewhere. In fact, we believe that a few of their followers are still hanging around in the building. Which leads me to give you your first assignment as full-fledged Harvesters. Investigate any evidence, destroy the spies, and bring your findings. Also one more thing, absolutely NO killing of any other individuals other than the spies. If you kill an innocent, you will severely punished."

Swain put an emphasis on 'severely punished', which sent yet another chill down Rose's spine. This man was extremely powerful. You could feel it coming off of him in waves.

"Final note. I'm assigning you into pairs. None of you are to go without your partners." He waved his arm and a stack of black letters flew out. One landing in front of each person.

"Each has your partner along with the sector you will be investigating. Good luck to you all." With that, the meeting was over and we were free to go. As she strolled out, she carefully opened the letter. She nearly screamed when she saw who her partner was. This can't be..... how can I be stuck with HIM! she ranted in her head. She crumbled the letter in her hand and collapsed on the waiting room couch while hitting her head against a sofa cushion.

The letter simply stated Zehn as her partner, that they were to investigate Nira's room, and that they believed there were seven spies in total in the building somewhere. However, Rose couldn't get over the fact she was paired with a man...

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Richard Istophon (Zehn)


Richard was observing the ever entertaining Frankie. It wasn't overly surprising that the boy... erm man would be hopping around like a crazed bunny on steroids. The only odd thing that, even after years of witnessing, even remotely creeped Richard out was the man's manic one sided conversations. "Frankie... I, forget it..." Richard figured that Frankenstein wasn't listening, like always. Richard also assumed that Frankenstein was probably the furthest gone of all the Harvesters, except maybe Elissa, but she was just a sex crazed love muffin. Either way, Richard was usually the man stuck babysitting Frankenstein, which wasn't all too bad, but it ended up being a pain in the ass moreover. He could remember one time when the two went out and Frankie had his first taste of blood in days... He essentially became a whole different person, rampaging like a rabid tasmanian devil. It literally took Richard's full strength just to restrain him and calming him was a whole different story.

As Richard returned to the situation at hand, Frankenstein appeared to be talking to him. "Hm?" He realized that Frankenstein was talking about fighting... again. "No Frankie. We will not fight, at least not now..." He listened as Frankenstein continued to ramble about his usual habit of playing doctor with anyone he could find. "You will NOT be playing doctor, now sit patiently and wait for the meeting to begin." As soon as the words left his mouth Richard knew Frankenstein would 1. whine like a four year old that's fallen on the ground and 2. begin rambling again claiming that Richard was stupid and such. Thankfully Havok had opened a a passageway leading through a dark hall where the meeting was presumably held. 'Saved by the Bell.'

Richard made sure to be the tenth person to enter the hall and the tenth person to sit, like always. His little incident in the waiting room was terrible but it seemed that nobody noticed his folly. He sat with the lovely X branded on the backrest. "Ah thy lovely ten." Richard cracked a smile of pure elation at his success, proceeding to lean on his elbows that rested on the tabletop. He looked down at Swain noticing the tacky mask covering the upper half of his face. "Not revealing your identity, huh..." He spoke quietly as the remaining Harvesters fumbled around, sitting in their seats. He watched the excruciatingly boring presentation on the large screen, seemingly not amused. 'Why is this so pointless.' He listened as Rose commented, "Ah, good point Mistress Obvious." He listened in further, trying to appear interested, but then... a new picture was shown. Richard knew the face, he knew the women... His eyes widened, heart cracked and brain went blank. "NIRA!" He couldn't restrain himself, he immediately drew his sword slamming it on the table while arising from his previous posture. "SWAIN! WHO DID THIS?!?!?!" Richard was not only floored, but enraged, depressed and more importantly... losing his self control. He attempted to regain his composure but couldn't take the sight of the women he actual gave a damn about, dead... gruesomely tortured, mutilated. "I sincerely apologize... I, uh, lost my cool for a moment..." Richard returned to his seat as Swain distributed the black envelopes. He almost felt as though it wouldn't matter who he was paired with, they wouldn't understand his personal connection to the case. Either way, he opened the envelope to read the name of his partner and there location of investigation... 'Nyx and Nira's room.' The room he visited many times in his leisure.

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Loki Vellacroft(Delirium)


As Loki entered the meeting hall he heard Reaver’s voice "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Delirium. How has your day been so far?” Loki responded all the while his eyes fixated on Gullies every action. “Unsurprisingly boring as usual.” His curiosity peaked as Gullies started mentally counting all everyone in the room. Loki’s eyes were locked on Gullies like a hawk tracking its prey. His every movement analyzed, every notion or remnant of body language was dictated in Loki’s mind. Just as Gullies began to walk in the direction of a large read wall, Loki heard an exited voice. “ah Mister BUTTERFLIES!..... He he he… I saw some hell butterflies yesterday so I captured one for you!... I put her inside a cage…he he he… you have to play with me to get her though… she’s pretty…” At that moment all of Loki’s attention shifted. In a childlike state his piercing eyes instantly turned to the Frankenstein. His temperament turned from a cautious serious nature to a childlike frenzy filled with excitement and anticipation. “Where, is she here, can we cut off her wings, where did you see them at, how many where there, can we go get more? ……” His eyes grew wide as he looked at Frankenstein while asking a flurry of questions. Before Frankenstein could respond, Havok motioned his head for everyone to follow him.

Loki looked over at Gullies and he was standing in front of a long twisted hallway that seemed endless. Loki then snapped out of his child like state and looked franticly around the hallway entrance. He thought to himself, “Was there a lever, retinal scan, palm print or fingerprint analysis? Damn you Frankie for distracting me. How did he open the hallway?” As everyone began to enter the hallway he noticed Zehn lurking around as usual waiting to be the tenth person to enter. He then wondered what his reaction would be if he jumped in at the tenth spot. It could cause a little chaos. I’m sure Frankie would appreciate it. Then his curiosity regarding Swain got the better of him so he entered the hallway eager to meet the mysterious leader. As he entered the room an extravagant figure sat at the end of the table. “Finally” he thought as he peered at the man across the distance. His excitement quickly faded as he noticed the man was wearing a mask. "How pointless to hold a meeting if you are not going to reveal yourself. I could be chasing butterflies or torturing old people" he thought to himself."

The meeting went on with pictures of a mutilated corps and Swain spinning tales of a hidden organization rising up to challenge Krux. Loki was disinterested with the boring speech. He surmised it was all some sort of elaborate plot or test by the powers that be to challenge their loyalty or obedience. He began to zone in and out of reality and dreams until a certain phrase spoken by Swain peaked his curiosity. "Also one more thing, absolutely No killing of any other individuals other than spies. If you kill an innocent, you will be severely punished." Loki thought to himself, "how could you punish a lunatic that loves to be punished." Swain then mentioned he would be assigning everyone into pairs. Loki realized this would be a chance to cause a little chaos within the system. If he could convince his partner to go on a killing spree it would be the perfect opportunity to evaluate the leaderships reactions and control measures. In order for his scheme to succeed he needed the right partner. He glanced at Frankenstein, Charlotte, and Shallow and uttered to himself. "One of them would be the perfect partner. I could convince, manipulate, or bribe them into slaughtering the entire town with minimal ease. Although one of the others might be a little too grounded." Loki enthusiastically turned to look at Swain awaiting to find out who his partner would be. As soon as his gaze returned to the front he could see Swain staring intently at him. His eyes seemed to pierce his soul as though he knew what Loki was plotting. A small grin came over Loki's face as he became consumed with an odd sense of excitement. Swain waved his arm and a stack of black letters flew out. Loki opened the letter in front of him and read the name........ (Lux)

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Character Portrait: Tian An Men (Tai Shan) Character Portrait: Kowareta Tsubasa (Insanity) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Elissa's body still ached violently as she complacently sat in her little chair, listening to Swain's little speech with no interest, and replayed the scene of how she'd gotten there on an endless lope. Much to the displeasure of the teeth she ground in rage. Feng's teasing breath had been to much, the mocking eye contact had been torture, and self control had snapped within her body. She could still feel traces of the raw excitement that had flooded her body as she'd gripped Feng's throat, the painful need she'd had as she tried to close the gap between their lips, and the cruel tug of her hair Havok had administered to try and break them apart. Like a fool, she'd resisted, pushed him away at first, but when he went for her hair once more, now in a violent frenzy, she'd shoved Feng away and responded with a dagger aimed towards his throat. A blow that never landed. She'd triggered his apathetic wrath, and without hesitation he'd grabbed her arm and jerked her to her knees violently enough her shoulder dislocated with a loud crack sound. In her lust-fueled hate, she simply couldn't let that be the end of it.

She'd placed a violent kick at his legs, causing a quiet crack of his knees and momentarily dropped him to the ground. Pouncing on him with grace, she'd straddled his waist while removing her glove, plotting to ram the toxins into his mouth and be done, but once more she'd been stupid enough to underestimate him. His fist collided with her jaw, forceful enough to bring a another crunch of a sound form it, dazed she was easily tossed aside. Picking himself up, he's grabbed her by the wounded arm and jerked her to her feat before slamming her face-first against a wall. Pain had exploded within her, sweeping away the lust as she felt a rib break. Karma for her stupidity came full-circle as Havok planted a heavy-booted foot dead center in her back, pushing her into it all the harder while grabbing a fistful of her air and jerking her upper body back. Two more ribs cracked as he bent her back far enough to make direct eye-contact. A single whimper had escaped her before he'd removed his foot, and tossed her into a into the meeting room, pushing her into some little chair, beside Frankenstein of all people. Twice she'd been mocked, then truly humiliated in front of every other harvester.

By now, she'd been returned to reality, and the pain her chest by a simple letter that'd been passed her way. Ignoring everyone around her, and scoffing, she opened it, glowering at it's contents. Shallow. “Figures.” She mumbled to herself, as the mopy little fuck that was her partner exited the room in disgust. “Prick can't even wait two seconds for a woman..This entire assignment can fuck off.” She hissed, before slamming her head against the desk, not bothering to pick it back up. “This couldn't get worse..”

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Character Portrait: Tian An Men (Tai Shan) Character Portrait: Kowareta Tsubasa (Insanity) Character Portrait: Rodrick Marcus Anders(Havok) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte)
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Feng Shui (Tai Shan)

A little saddening (at, you know, the sudden loss of the rainbows and giggles that make up amusement), more so awkward. Because, unfortunately, Feng here just so happened to be one of those very few killers that didn't actually appreciate watching people getting beaten up. Even, as it seemed, a deranged sexual predator. Oh, but wait! That's not it! I have an angel spoiled brat in my head! Because, for the past couple minutes (or ever since she'd let the uptight mother phoenix go), said annoying angel had been practically screaming at her to heal a certain criminal; not shutting up all the while as Feng made her way to the meeting room, half-distracted with an impending, horrific headache. 'Since, after all, it is your fault for egging and teasing Charlotte on. I mean, really. That line was too cheesy even for an angel. Why don't you give me a shot? You can do a good deed, maybe get into god's good book (haha yeah right) and start working on that nonexistent sex life! Three birds with one stone! Because, girl, believe me. You need some action. Do you even realize the last time you--'

As you can see, Michael doesn't understand the meaning of the middle finger. Not that she could make it at him, anyway. And to think he used to be a nice guy. And devoted. And holy. Satan, the fuck did you do? But, before the devil could answer, Swain began to talk. And, apparently, so did Michael. It was entirely by chance that Feng's ancient Chinese counterparts didn't-- Oh wait. No, they started chatting too. With a head full of overly talkative voices --a rare occurrence, mind you, as they're usually too egotistical to talk amongst their natural enemy-- it's not really difficult to believe that Feng really had no way of paying attention; nor was she in the mood even if she wanted to. They were so damn distracting that she couldn't even focus enough to take an impression of the evil CEO, although Michael instantly noted when a sexual predator was thrown into the room. Not an improvement, thank you. (You should see what it's like to listen to very, very Chinese accented English in the midst of an annoying brat, in a serious meeting, behind the stereotypical 'evil laughter' soundtrack. Beyond painful. Evil laughter? That's Satan trying to be funny.)

So, rather than anything, the first half of Swain's speech fell to deaf ears. And then, much like a sudden break of light in the clouds, three out of four idiots shut their traps in pure, somewhat utter shock. Or, well, maybe they thought that Feng should be listening. But either way, the kid was completely whole enough to see Nira's death scene; capturing the essence in now-turned sober, indefinitely hard eyes. And, although the photo was beyond gruesome, this Chinese lady gave not a single sign to show disgust, rage or sadness; all of which some of the others immediately seemed to demonstrate, whether noticeable or not. Instead, the only things that might've shown were the aforementioned eyes; and deeper still the sudden, clear silence within her thoughts. Besides, of course, the evil laughter. 'Me, shocked? Well I never!'

Feng's lack of reaction could mostly be given to the fact that she never really knew or spoke to Swain's secretary in the first place, other than a few greetings here or there. But even as that was, the slow, deadly boiling anger of defiling a corpse so was easily brewed --much to Satan's glee-- over the second half of Swain's speech; in which, with the appearance of a potential outlet, toned down the overwhelming emotion to a sort of dangerous, cold calm. By the time the kid had opened her black letter and read the name inside, her brain was very much her own again; headache and all. So, when Frankie verified their partnership and lost his childish charms, she was all very willing to go. Hey, those play dates weren't for nothing. I'd say we work pretty well together, even more so when he.. appears to be sane. Or, well, it could be said that Feng honestly wouldn't have cared who she'd been stuck with. As long as, you know, revenge was possible.

"...is it alright to go now? or do you wish to listen more, Tai Shan...?" With a carefree, cold smile --half from the happiness of having her head back--, Feng stood, grabbed her polearm, and made straight for the door; calling words over her shoulder as she did so. "No, it's alright. Let's g--" AGAIN? Or that's what she planned on doing, had not a certain angel starting up his efforts again. And when an inanimate brat starts, he'll never shut up. Her course changed then, as she veered back, this time walking a burdened beeline towards Charlotte (her back, preferably); who happened to be situated next to Frankie. So, you know, maybe it'll be less awkward. "On second thought, give me a second. An obnoxious idiot won't shut up unless I do." With a very, very long sigh, Feng summoned an angel; getting a halo and kind of slightly.. shining at that moment. 'Hey, where's the wings? You know they're damn awesome.' Shut up.

As fast, and hopefully as effortless, as possible, Feng put a quick hand on Charlotte's shoulder; immediately spilling a cold, somewhat relaxing sensation that could only mean a divine's trademark: healing. If it were not for the momentary good nature that always took the kid when Michael came, she probably would've just kind of.. left it at that; if she ever started helping in the first place. But alas, life was never goes the way you want it to. So, instead, Feng ended up pouring a small chunk of her energy to pull broken bones back together and partially numb pain for about five minutes; all knit in a nice little self-serving bundle that would work and finish the job even when she left. A chunk and a bundle she could go without, but it kind of bothered her nonetheless. In any case, it took maybe five, ten seconds of her just standing there; violently internally throwing it together until Michael was satisfied enough to leave, just because she was pissed off at said angel. (So, as you may imagine, it might sort of hurt in those five-ten minutes of healing anyway.)

Needless to say, the moment Feng was done she threw back her hand, returned to normal and headed for the door, polearm on shoulders; knowing that Frankie would catch up, if he still happened to be there, whenever. "Right. Ready whenever you are, big guy."

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Character Portrait: Tian An Men (Tai Shan) Character Portrait: Lance Quinn (Reaver) Character Portrait: Arthur Leonhardt (Zehn) Character Portrait: Elissa Vanoth(Charlotte) Character Portrait: Octavius Tertullian (Faust)
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Faust had followed the crowd into the boardroom without a word. Laying eyes on Swain for the first time with his face obscured didn't bother him, though the extravagance of the stylized mask seemed unnecessary. Nevertheless, as a man who once orchestrated religious ritual, he understood the impact of theatrics, and in any case was scarcely going to bear ill-will against the one person who could put Faust's underworld existence into motion before he began to entirely fester and atrophy.

The speech itself held little to interest him, while it seemed at first that there was nothing more at stake than the lion's share of underworld's capital. And then the picture of the woman appeared. Faust's breath caught in his throat at the sight. As well as theatrics, Faust also had an appreciation for the gravity of dessecration...and dessecration was something the attacker of that woman clearly had in mind. What a way to send a message. At last, Faust was interested. Especially at the way Richard reacted to the sight of the woman. Had he some involvement with Swain's secretary? Perhaps then the woman had incured some kind of judgement after all...

From there on it was clear instructions, though the command not to harm any 'innocent' cause the corners of Faust's lips to curl up. Who, in underworld, was 'innocent'? Any one of the harvesters could go on a random killing spree, dispatching anybody they laid eyes on for a whole day, and would still be entirely unlucky if they breached Swains mandate not to kill an 'innocent'. Nevertheless, the gravity of Swain's warning demanded prudence. Obviously he meant 'innocent' only of the crime before them.

His musing was interrupted by the distribution of the partner assignments. It was uncanny that his prior thoughts should have been so aptly translated into Swain's selection, and he wondered if his being paired with Reaver indicated that Swain had more insight into their ponderings that any of the realised. But there wasn't time to dwell on that. Reaver was already out of his seat and had sauntered outside. Why the rush? Faust looked around, but all the other harvesters had begun to scramble into action of one kind or another, some of them embroiled in petulent antics. Once again, the impression was far contrary to that of a team on which a shrewd businessment like Swain could rely upon...but that wasn't Faust's problem. He was only glad that he had to deal with just one other harvester; one whom he at least did not completely revile. On his way past Feng he gave her a shifty eye once again, as he noticed a flash of divine power pass from her to Charlotte. At that moment he felt a distinct tug on his heart, and he recognised in it somethat that had once spoken to the core of his being. Could it be...even in a place like this...?

But the moment of awe could not last long, as the chaotic female harvesters toussled and bickered, and Faust made his way quickly out of the room, finding Reaver stood by the door. He held his note up in front of him, looked at it, then back at his erstwhile partner.

"Third floor..." he muttered, "...do we know what's there to investigate?"