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Christina Eberhart-Taroni

Knowledge is power, magic is might.

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a character in “S.C.I.O.N”, as played by ianna_334

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Full Name: Christina Eberhart-Taroni

Nicknames/Aliases: Charm, Chriss

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Species: Sorceress


Post/Rank: Lore Expert, Blue Moon Team member



Description: Christina has long black hair that she keeps in elaborate but practical hairstyles, while out on the field she settles for a harsh bun in the absence of mirrors and styling tools. Her eyes are a pale green hazel. She is of average height, and a healthy weight for her age, but she is not built to be physically offensive.
Her personal style is more long skirts and billowing sleeves, but at work Christina dresses practically, in clothing that won’t get caught in doors and is usually charmed to be fire resistant. A typical work outfit is slacks and a button down shirt. However, she usually has several charms on her person in forms of jewelry, made of cheap material that will break easily


Personality: Christina comes off as very prideful, but this is the result of her need to prove herself even without her parents’ mentorship. She is stubborn to a fault and completely self reliant, all of which makes her someone who will not ask for help until it’s almost too late. Any implication (even imagined ones) that she is somehow inferior to others send her into a coldly defensive rage. Normally, however, she is helpful, open, cheerful and talkative. She is used to being on her own and has trouble being on a team, but in social situations prefers to be with groups of people. She loves to be flattered.


Skills: Specializes in infusing objects with magic that activates when that object breaks. She is also very skilled in creating new spells, but has failed to realize her natural talent as she searches for a link to her dead parents - the very ability she has never trained to full potential. Another talent is both “search and find” spells, as well as summoning spells. Christina knows the theory and workings inside out, and has memorized more than a few examples, from the years she’s spent trying to either locate or call her family spellbook to her. She is also good at researching and extrapolating data. She also has police training, having worked as an officer for a year before being noticed by SCION.

Weaknesses:
-Is very keen to prove herself, to the point where she avoids asking for help at almost all costs
-Has no access to her family spellbook, so unlike most sorcerers, she has no unique tricks up her sleeves


Brief History: Christina is missing a lot of her childhood memories, beyond the normal forgetfulness of age. What she knows of her family is brief impressions of caring and warmth and everything else is supplied by reading. She was orphaned at the age of three, then adopted by a different sorcerer family, who taught her about magic. When her fellow sorcerers began to learn how to summon their spellbooks, she learned that her own was missing, and endured teasing for this fact, making her determined to prove that spellbook or not, she could bring honour to her family line. She began to study search-and-find spells, as well as summoning spells, hoping to recall the coveted book and in the process discovered the affinity of her bloodlines. As advised by her adopted parents, she took the name "Eberhart-Taroni" when she moved out of their house and immediate protection. She studied to become a police officer and was employed as one for a year before her use of magic during a chase brought her to the attention of the newly reformed SCION, who had spoken with her father about utilizing the research that got him killed. Even though the young woman knew nothing of the research, she was still skilled enough to be offered a position in the SCION ranks. Hoping that she could get closer to her personal goal through SCION's greater focus on the supernatural, Christina accepted, and soon the young officer was "transferred" to a new division and the communication information was mysteriously lost during the move.



Other: -Occasionally has flashbacks to a woman with dark hair leaving her behind
-Looks several years younger when her hair is let down
-She is somewhat vain at times and loves to be flattered

So begins...

Christina Eberhart-Taroni's Story

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: James Grimori Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Francis Baudin Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Gericka Bauman Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Satoru Masahiro Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: William Carpenter Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Dr Art Hunter
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Kreios got up from the couch at the sound of the Intercom buzzing in.

"Good morning SCION. Would all field and research teams please report to Meeting Room B for a briefing in five minutes. Five minutes in Meeting Room B. Thank you!"

Well, it was something, at least. He hoped it would bring him out into the field again, he missed being able to let a little loose, really push his limits. He had been getting bored of the recent "Milk-runs" he'd been sent on. Combat was his specialty, and quite frankly, he held a lust for it. Some might have called it a bloodlust, but it wasn't the gore that drew Kreios in. It was, something far more primal.

As he approached the meeting room, he adjusted his shirt-sleeve, in a vein attempt to stretch it so it would comfortably hold his arm. He was beginning to find this a problem, and would need to have a meeting for a "New clothes" bonus. Not that it was news to the higher ups, they had this meeting once a year.

He walked in the room, sliding a few chairs over to avoid physical contact with his co-workers. Not that there aren't a few he wouldn't mind brushing up against, but this was a professional setting, no time for such thoughts. He sat down, and waited for his team-mates to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield
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The thin pick dragged in a smooth curve over the glass surface, scoring a barely noticeable line against the glass she was working with, and to Christina’s pleasure, some of the tightly coiled energy around the center of the charm was diverting into the new circle, spiraling into the center and stabilizing the hollow creation as intended. Delicately as was necessary, the mage set the tiny weapon onto the tree-like stand she had for storing freshly made charms until their magic settled, stepped back from her table, and blinked furiously, clearing the complex spell that let her “see” magic from her eyes. She then laid down her tools, flexed her hands, and removed the large headphones and cotton in her ears just in time to catch the announcement.

The mage smiled at her good fortune, because a few minutes more on her part or less on the announcement’s and she’d have missed the memo, and paused by her mirror to check her thickly coiled hair, today done up in multiple loops of braid. Seeing it was in place – she didn’t favour these hairstyles completely because of vanity, it was also because they tended to stay in place better than ordinary ones – she carefully locked her door after herself and hurried down the hall. It was good to get a chance to stretch her legs, because when creating charms or doing research, she often had to stay very still.

Some of her research coworkers greatly objected to fidgeting.

Then again, Oren greatly objected to almost everything that wasn't science related.

The young woman came into the room, looking at the assembled teams and scanned for a place to sit. Eventually, she decided on a fellow researcher, and settled beside Silas after waving to Montana, delicately checking to make sure no reptiles were on her intended seat. “Hello!” she said meanwhile. “Found anything interesting recently?”

Always a good bet with Silas, who found most of his research fascinating and often didn’t know when to stop talking about it.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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Aconite’s thanks was dismissed with the wave of a hand, as if physically ushered away. “It’s the least I could do,” Madison chirped. “Besides, I pride myself on being a good host.” The vampire did not lie- he was a man that greatly enjoyed his company, and a man that greatly enjoyed conversation. Manners were as important to him as an instrument to a musician, and this was something he knew well enough.

It was only when he saw Aconite exit that Madison beamed brightly and turned to leave, heels clicking nicely against the tiled floor. “Well, considering that I haven’t heard much, either, I’m assuming that it’s the latter.” The bright, cheerful tone never faded as he strolled through the hall, following the various scratches and claw marks that had been left from Kora’s charge. “I do have to agree with you on them being a tad...rowdy at times.”

A true understatement of the year.

At Aconite’s question, the researcher gave a slight roll of the shoulders, then gestured at the markings scattered before them. “I’m not completely sure at the moment, but from the trail Ms. Norrevinter left for us, I’m assuming that she was heading towards the back.” Madison lapsed into silence, then, eyes back on the damage, although it was during this quiet that the announcement sounded out above them. Blinking in surprise, he glanced up at the speaker, glanced back to the hallway, then turned his focus back to Aconite with a slight laugh.

“Well, then.” Madison said, clasping his hands together. “It seems like we won’t have much time to go check up on the others, then.” He wasn’t particularly concerned by the sudden calm, at any rate- transformed cryptids running about was a common enough occurrence that it didn’t warrant too much alarm anymore. Turning on his heel, Madison made his way to the meeting room, purposefully walking in stride with his company.

Upon his arrival, he was quick to see several familiar faces among those who had already arrived. Giving a cheery wave towards his fellow researchers- and a few others- Madison made his way to a chair beside one Mr. Moore and settled himself down with a smile and a muted “hello”. Noting the current argument between Oren and one of the officers, Madison turned a curious look over to his tablemates- and finding with a certain amusement that he was not alone in the gesture.

He supposed he hadn’t missed much, then.

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Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Kreios Androcoles Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Dinah Fox
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Aconite nodded to Madison as the two of them walked in the hallways. There robust werewolf certainly liked to mark things up. The dryad walked over to one of the walls and let his fingers trace the long gashes left there. The werewolves had such destructive raw power. These claws could practically rip up anything. It was why he had a huge amount of respect for the werewolves and had a healthy fear of them. He remembered all too well the pain that could come with one swipe. It was one of the reasons why he had decided to work for SCION. He wanted to protect Cryptids from other Cryptids and protect humans as well. They were fragile new spring blossoms compared to the power that Cryptids had. They had no real way of protecting themselves. It immediately pained Aconite. It certainly felt like he was one of the few that believed humans needed to know about what was going on. They had some humans here but it wasn't enough. SCION shouldn't hide this. It should... It should provide training and support for humans so they could learn how to better protect themselves from this world.

Aconite was pulled out of his revere when he heard the intercom. He lifted his head and blinked a moment. A meeting? They didn't often have large scale meetings like this. Had something happened? Did it have something to do with what happened to Kora this morning? He hoped that she and everyone else were okay. He would hate for someone to be very injured by something silly. He knew that a lot of the fights that the werewolf got herself into could have been easily avoided. Did it involve Stride and one of the vampires? She had noticed they didn't often mix very well. Aconite looked over at Madison and chuckled lightly. "Yeah. At least we will see everyone at the meeting.

Aconite started to walk with his friend when he felt his phone vibrating. It made him jump and he started to trail behind Madison. He could never get used to the blasted cell phones. By the time he managed to grab it, a couple of more messages made it through. They were all from Silas. An excited smile touched his lips then. He really liked Silas, his fellow researcher in Harvest Moon. The two of them often had rather excited conversations. Silas was also a prime examples as to why Aconite believed humans needed to be brought into SCION and learn about Cryptids. He was a brilliant man and he to had been hurt. People shouldn't have to be hurt and scared before they were brought here.

He quickly texted the man back "Okay! Sounds like a plan!" He looked up and realized that he was now alone in the hallway. "Meep!" he squeaked before he rushed into the meeting room and looked around the table. A lot of people were already seated. He wanted to sit beside Silas! He rushed over and plopped himself down in the seat left beside the man in question and waved at him. "Hi Silas!" he called. Then he leaned forward to wave at Christina as well. "Hi!" Aconite sat back in his seat then and glanced around everyone. So many people. He didn't see Kora though. He hoped she was okay. If everyone was here that meant that whatever this meeting was about was huge. He hoped something catastrophic hadn't happened. He turned his attention to the officers then.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Victor Roman Valentine Character Portrait: Isaac Schofield Character Portrait: Makorai Saika
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Issac walked along at his own pace and found his way to the office where everybody was waiting.

He felt eyes on him walking in, tho not just from being one of the last to enter the room. He scanned the room for a moment but didn't find who had been eyeing him. Issac moved to a wall a few paces off from Oren and Wyndham as to over hear their conversation. He wasn't attempting to be subtle at it, but figured it was rude to just join their circle of conversation. As his ears picked out bits of conversation his eyes watched the room, with a stony expression. He gave a nod of greeting to anyone who made eye contact with him, but otherwise stood there with his armed folded neatly across his chest. He was interested in seeing what this was all about as much as anyone.

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Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite
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At the sound of a familiar voice, Silas turned to find the always-lovely (and more notably, criminally brilliant,) Miss Eberhart-Taroni taking the seat beside him. “Christina!” A wide smile spread across his face at her question, which he nodded in response to even as he shooed a gecko away from her shoes.

“Oh, yes, quite a few things, really,” he said, shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a finger, “Not that there are ever really any new things, what with it being history and whathaveyou, but I have come across some fairly new re-found tidbits—” He broke off to brush another critter from trying to crawl into her lap, before continuing in his chipper tone. “A bit like finding money in a pocket you forgot you had, really. No idea how it got there, but quite nice to see again. For starters, I’ve been doing some research into the historical symbolism of the ah—“

His phone buzzed against the desk, and he reached to tap the screen. “On the um… Pardon me, Christina. I’m expecting a reply from Acon—“

Before he could manage to finish swiping his passcode, the aforementioned research assistant was bounding into the room with his usual air of sprightliness. “Speak of the Devil,” said Silas, responding with a far more subdued but no less genuine wave of greeting.

The dryad may have been flighty, both literally and figuratively, and his frenetic energy was more than Silas typically cared for, but the Doctor had come to develop a fondness for Aconite nonetheless. The boy was a hard worker, and had both the patience and wit to follow Silas’s research instructions to a tee.

It was refreshing.

“Good to see you, Aconite! I was just telling Miss Christina here about the yew tree research we’ve been working on. It’s quite fascinating, isn’t it, Aconite?” He looked back to Chirstina just in time to catch a newt from making a leap for her shoulders.

He did not, however, pay any heed as a rather large monitor lizard (affectionately named Marie, for the time she liked to spend creeping around the labs,) sauntered through the door and settled itself under Aconite’s chair.

“But, yes. We’ve been making some intriguing connections between Gaelic and Greco-Roman mythos in regard to the tree. I could forward you the compiled papers, when we’re finished with them, if you like.”

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Character Portrait: Dr. Oren D. Kovalenko Character Portrait: Christina Eberhart-Taroni Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Silas Whitmore Character Portrait: Aconite Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Makorai Saika
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Christina nodded along with Silas’s words, occasionally opening her mouth as if to say something before closing it as he barrelled on talking. Eventually, the mage settled for nodding, listening with genuine interest to the reports. She waved back to Aconite when he appeared, and smiled knowingly as she made the connection between the dryad and the topic of yew trees. Aconite’s unique powers could come in handy with this thread of research.

“Could you?” she asked Silas when he made his offer. “I’ve been running low on new reading material lately and my own library order isn’t here yet. I know in sorcery, yew is used a lot in rituals for transformation. Especially on the tides of the seasons. And funeral rites as well.”

Nothing she said was anything new, likely Silas had found it all already in his own. But it would prompt the conversation along, which was the goal, in the end.

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Dami spared no time in snatching one of Madison’s hands into his own, playing with the fingers as he chirped a bright “Hello~” to the vampire as if they hadn’t just spoken not that long ago. His eyes becoming honey brown, Dami stared soulfully at his friend, then sent another cutting glance towards Oren arguing with their superior. The raised eyebrow conveyed his confusion rather clearly, since the incubus had no idea why that researcher would be mad about a paid vacation, of all things, and then shared another significant look with his teammates.

“Sooo, Madison~” he finally voiced, lowering his lashes until his eyes were half lidded, and peeping up through them in a fetching manner. “Did anything manage to change in the short time we suffered apart?”

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Aconite, for a moment, was distracted by the various critters crawling over Silas. They always did grab his attention. He liked watching them and how they managed to all coexist on top of Silas's form. He was like a caring tree that harbored life upon it and protected them from the storms. Of course Silas did stop the creatures from being too disruptive to everyone else but he still found it rather amusing. If there was ever a human who cared about nature, it was Silas and he appreciated his time and his efforts in researching the plant life that surrounded him. Very few found the research worthy of their time. Most people didn't see the beauty in the intricately woven twigs and formation of bark. Even the veins on the leaves told a story and Silas would listen to the whispers. Aconite looked up at the man and offered him a bright smile.

So Silas had been telling Christina about the yew trees. The yew trees had always been his favorite specimens to investigate. They were so rich with knowledge. He could get lost in the lines for years. Many Dryads often took residence in the yew trees and he could see the allure of it. Maybe they should get a yew tree planted in the backyard somewhere. Yew trees did expand outward and connect to the other tress. It would be a network worth tapping into.

"I love exploring the lore. The yew tree we are studying in question, I think it once held Midir's secrets. He was once the Fae King in Irish lore as well. I am not actually sure what happened to him. The lore isn't clear, but I do feel the flashes and and the thrumming of the fae magic in the wood," he added. "I am eager to try and get at the root of the story it has to tell, pun intended," he chuckled. "The old lore simply says that when he got his lover Etain, they returned to the Fae palace but after that... nothing. There is very little written of Midir. Nothing about him or the bride he had sought through the human realm." Aconite shook his head from that particular vein of dreaming and turned his gaze to Christina.

"Well they were used in cycles or rebirth and funeral rites. Some poets used yews to inscribe their stories. I am sure I can delve into the runes of the tree and see if I can find what this particular tree has been used for. I am sure various people have cut bark from this tree. Since all of this happened so long ago, it may take a while to decipher it, but Silas and I will be be happy to look into it!" he volunteered.