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Willa Lance-Jones

"All the world's a stage."

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a character in “The Heirs”, as played by SecretlyRiverSong

Description

Willa Lance-Jones

F A C E C L A I M
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A G E
19

G E N D E R
Female (Transgender)

B I R T H D A Y
July 11th

H E I R - O F
William Shakespeare

E N H A N C E D - A B I L I T Y
Creativity (Manifestation): The ability to create matter with only her mind, though she is limited to inorganic items. This stems from Shakespeare’s proclivity for inventing words and stories.

H O M E T O W N
London



PERSONALITY

Intuitive, dramatic (bordering on melodrama), cheerful, and creative to the point of quirkiness. She is by nature a very good liar, though she only does so if it’s necessary for her own protection. If she needs to put on a show, she will. Willa can be fiercely stubborn and temperamental if the situation calls for it.

G E N E R A L
Willa Lance-Jones is an aspiring theatre student from the UK who is trying to stand out in a way that will get her an amazing roll whilst simultaneously blending in as a “normal girl”, hiding her strange abilities. Thespian as she is, she is quite familiar with Shakespeare and admires him.

H O B B I E S
Willa enjoys acting, writing, playing the piano, and experimenting in the kitchen, using her little brother Ollie as a guinea pig to her more… exotic recipies.

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

F A V O R I T E S
  • Blended classical and pop music.
  • Taking naps while it storms.
  • Visiting new places and imagining stories for the passersby.
  • Doctor Who
  • Hot Cocoa
  • Layering her clothing.


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History


When William was young, around five, he learned three important things about himself.
First, he learned that his surname had that funny little dash in it to connect his birth name to the surname of his mum and dad; what that meant, his parents explained gently, was that instead of growing in his mummy’s tummy, he had grown in someone else’s tummy, someone who couldn’t keep him. So his parents decided that they wanted to keep him, and raise him as their own. It made sense to William, and he was pleased that he was important enough for his parents to fight to get him.
Second, he learned that he could make things, not just with his hands, but his mind. They were poor copies, usually, funny shaped or flattened out and not three dimensional. And he couldn’t tell anyone, he realized, not even his parents, lest he be taken from them.
And third, William realized that he was a girl.
Fourteen years later, Willa Lance-Jones is a freshman in university and a rising talent in the Theatre program. She is inventive and clever in her scenes, and, somehow, always knows where to get the best props, though she’ll never tell where. Sometimes, Willa wonders where she came from, but any search she attempts leaves her more confused than when she started. So she had all but given up on finding out who she was, and was finally focusing on who she wanted to be, when that strange and menacing letter appeared. And now, she isn’t so sure that she wants to know.

F A M I L Y
  • Mother = Thalia Jones
  • Father = Percival Jones
  • Brother = Olliver “Ollie” Jones

B I O G R A P H Y

Willa is the kind of girl that both lives in her own world and completely knows the world around her, or at least acts like it. In truth, she’s just a really good actor. Oftentimes she feels lost, misplaced, like the life that she’s living is wrong somehow. Lots of teenagers say that they were born in the wrong century, mostly because their own romanticized versions of other periods seem so superior to their normal. But for Willa it couldn’t be more true. The world around her feels wrong. Clothes are too light and don’t cover enough skin. In a pair of shorts and a vest top, she feels naked, obscenely so, though she knows it’s in her head. Thankfully for her she lives in London. Technology both astounds and confounds her. Indoor plumbing is a miracle.
Still, she lives well and is determined to make a name for herself. Acting, especially stage acting, is her passion. Her first role, at age six, was as a wicked stepsister in her school’s “Cinderella”. Her mother fought for her to get the roll. She had only begun transitioning earlier that year, and was crushed when she originally received the role of a footman. She couldn’t be a footman if she wasn’t a man, she pressed. As Willa aged, she found she had to continue to fight for those prized female roles, though it became easier when she began taking estrogen injections at thirteen. Her vehemence paid off later in her school days, when she secured the role of Juliet in a local production.
Her home life has always been superb. Growing up with open minded, supporting parents helped her to strive for her goals without fear. Willa only hopes that she can take that confidence on this new journey as she begins to learn of her past, and her future,




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R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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    Colleagues
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    Other
  • TBA

O C C U P A T I O N
College student (Theatre Major)

S P E A K S
English, French, and some German

W E A P O N
If she needs one, she’ll make one. Growing up in theatre taught her the basics of holding and handling weapons, and she has enough knowledge of self-defense to keep herself safe. She's also pretty good in a fight; on more than one occasion she has had the necessity to forcefully ensure her proper pronouns were used.

So begins...

Willa Lance-Jones's Story

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The location that the children had been required to gather at was more impressive than their note would have led them to believe. A large mansion, built to look an awful lot like a castle, the grand front doors were open, though a large burly man stood at the door, ready to check anyone who entered. He would require first the person who wanted to enter to show that they had been invited in and then ask them to hand over their cellphones should they wish to continue, and then instruct them to head inside and take a seat. Whether or not they did wish to continue was apparently up to them, but there was the an equally large burly man now standing by the exit, letting all enter, though they might receive different treatment should they attempt to leave.

Inside of the house, they would first come upon the large grand entrance room. It had been done up nicely, and there were just enough chairs set out in the center of the room for the number of guests expected. Their host would be nowhere to be seen yet, though there were sounds that could be heard throughout the mansion, so it was clear they were not alone.

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"An audition in New York City! My little girl!"
Willa Lance-Jones plastered on a smile as convincing as her lie as her adoptive mother hugged her tightly outside the airport. It hurt her that she was believed so easily; she thought that her mother at the very least would be able to see through her façade, through the faked letter and feeble enthusiasm. Part of her wanted to be found out and made to stay home, where she was just Willa. Funny, how the answers she always wanted turned out to not be the answers she always wanted. It was so hard to wrap her mind around the whole concept, that she was made, not born, and she was still in shock. These sorts of things only happened in science fiction films, and certainly not to people like her. Willa kept waiting for someone to jump out and yell "Gotcha!" and put her life back into order. She just wanted to go home with her mum and her dad and her silly kid brother and watch bootlegs of her favorite shows on the West End, to write this off as a bad joke.
But if she stayed home and someone did come for her, her family would be in danger. If she contacted the authorities, they likely would have her detained, and she still wouldn't know who or what was targeting her. And she knew this was no joke; Willa was always different, stronger, faster, smarter, and she could do amazing things with her mind. That she was a genetically altered being was better than many of her own theories (some of which included the planet Krypton or a Chameleon Arch). Part of her was relieved to finally have answers. The part that wasn't terrified and about to board a plane to New York, at least.
So Willa hugged her mum and dad, mussed up Ollie's curls, and hoped she wasn't making a terrible mistake as she turned her back on her family and made her way through TSA.
It wasn't until she was buckled into her seat on the plane that she let the mask drop and started to cry.

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After finally making his way out of the clutches of his auntie Nadine, her five million questions about what he had and didn't, also a lunch... how bloody long had it been since she had made him a lunch. You'd swear he was a kid all over again and it was his first day of school. He sighed as he walked his way up the terminal into the plane. Pulling his headphones out of his ears, shutting off his phone, Shawn found his seat and flopped down into it. Still sort of nervously fidgeting with the beat of the song still ringing in his head for the moment. He started to look around trying to deny the inevitable onslaught that would soon assault his senses. He just hoped they got up in the air soon, so he could listen to his music again. Shawn had learned over the years how to sort of block it out, but when he was nervous it made that substantially harder. Just as that thought had crossed his mind it began, everyone that had managed to strike up a conversation on the plane, the humming of machines, the pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit going over the pre-flight checklist, the guys in the cargo hold putting last minute things onto the plane, the girl crying. He paused for a moment, 'The girl crying? Shawn thought to himself.

He turned to the sound and found he was right there was a girl crying a few rows down from him. He felt like going, and seeing if she was alright, but then thought better of it. He was sure the girl probably didn't want to some weird bloke that had some how heard her over everything else. The truth of the matter was that he just heard everything and had just singled out the sound of her. He turned back towards the front of the plane hoping she hadn't seen him look. He was sure she was probably already feeling a bit embarrassed any way for crying. Clutching the armrest a bit he leaned back in his seat praying for the flight attendant to start her bit about his seat being a flotation device. How the monotone voice would be a God send right now, his leg begs to fidget shaking up and down. The was a man in first class laughing obnoxiously about a stupid joke he had just cracked, he almost made Shawn want to plug his ears but he didn't want to embarrass himself. He used to the do that allot when he was in school as a child and was usually laughed at for it. So he just would end up throwing his desk across the room and the teacher would of course send him to the headmaster's office. For most students that would have been devastating, but for Shawn it was a relief to go to the office. The sounds of a keyboard and the occasional ringing of a phone was much more pleasant than the sounds of almost thirty children being disruptive. He could feel himself beginning to tense even more, 'Just breath Shawn, and try not to listen to it all.' he told himself. So he decided to concentrate on the humming of the plane itself, using the sounds much like he did with his music. He started to pick out a rhythm into he sounds and started drumming it out on the armrest. Shawn began to feel his heart rate slow, and the calm began to set in. He let out a heavy breath of relief as he continued his wait for the plane to take off.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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On the flight, Willa studied the files that were delivered with the letter once more. There were some peculiar names on the list; a few she had heard of, a few brought up information on a cursory Google search (thank you, in-flight WiFi). The file didn't contain any pictures, so the names that did bring up images, she noted. A few prodigies, though she was sure all were gifted. She tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that her birth name was listed, not her now-legal name. So either the information was older and only cursory research had been done on all of them, or her name had been left deliberately. Perhaps to make it easier to draw connections, perhaps for reasons that were going to get her into a fight. Either way, that was the least of her worries.

Finding a cab from the airport wasn't difficult, nor was finding the address. Willa was awestruck by the size of the building she was to report to. It looked almost medieval, like a castle; Kings and nobility were fit to reside there, not a rag-tag bunch of "gifted" children. Maybe that's how important they were. Regardless, their host must be impressive.

Willa climbed out of the cab and swung her backpack on, pulling the cabbie's fair out of her navy coat pocket. She thanked him kindly and tipped well. Let her be remembered as a nice young lady, if she went missing and the poor soul had to give her description.

That was almost all of her American cash, though she had her credit card deep in her jean pocket and a few pieces of jewelry in her bag to hock if worst came to worst, and the ability to make more. Creating metal and gems, that was easy enough, so she doubted she'd be left high and dry at any point. Credit cards weren't so easy, nor cash. She hadn't even packed clothes, preferring to just bring her laptop and money in her carry on, along with a few books. She couldn't just pull those out of thin air. Things with codes were hard; things that she could touch and feel, see how they fit together and looked at every angle, those she could handle.

So she was a little nervous about giving her phone to the guard at the door, and hesitated there for a moment. She was just behind a familiar looking boy with headphones hanging out of his pocket. Ah- he had been on her flight, hadn't he? Willa was about to call out to him when a girl with rather incredible auburn curls smacked straight into him, stumbling for a moment. The short brunette jumped slightly at the collision and handed her phone off to the guard with a sigh, jogging over to the pair.

"I'm such a klutz, I'm sorry." The tough-looking girl was saying, fidgeting nervously around the boy in her concern. Now that she was up close, Willa realized that she was really quite lovely, with icy eyes and some barely visible freckles on her tanned skin. In fact, from what she had seen, they were all good looking. Well, choosing pretty genes must have been easy at the Build-a-Baby they all came from.

"Any broken bones?" She piped, bouncing to a stop next to the pair.

"Somehow I doubt our 'generous host' would be happy if the investments tore each other up before they got to appraise us." She said loudly, using her stage voice so that those in the other room would hear, because she really hoped she had misheard that cocky voice asking to be stabbed.

What a first impression. She certainly was with like company, at least.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Shortly after Scar had bumped into the next member of their motley crew, she heard Alex comment, "Somehow, I feel like we scared her off." She chuckled half heartedly while shaking her head. She could careless about the test of man-hood in the adjacent room or anything of that nature. She was mostly scared of being asked about what makes her different. Once someone finds out, they want to see it... and then, that's when all hell breaks lose. Plus, she didn't want people thinking she was the one that killed that other dude in college, she didn't even know who he was.

That is when Scar saw a young girl, obviously the same age as the rest of them bounce over towards her and the young man she just nearly knocked over. She was a cute woman, the pixie cut suited her face shape and also matched her sense in fashion quite well. Scar managed a slight smile as the girl spoke, "Any broken bones?"

Scar laughed softly, "Yeah, I think we're good. I was just in a rush to get a breather." She slipped her hands back into the pockets of her jeans while rocking on her heels slightly. "It's a lot to take in... and I don't even know what I'm 'taking in'. But I think if anything the news is going to get worse before it gets better." Something about this girl made Scar feel at ease, maybe she reminded Scar of an old friend... or maybe she seemed a little more sane than some of the yahoos in the other room. She could easily see herself becoming friends with this girl, but Scar knew better, no one ever sticks around her long enough for friendship, so she shrugged off the idea.

For a brief moment she overheard a bit of the conversations being passed in the other room. Was Leo wanting Gregory to... stab him? She was having a hard time making everything out until she heard Gregory's cocky tone "No promises." Upon hearing that she pivoted on her heel quickly, stepping towards the room the others were in. Her hands rested on the frame of the door as she leaned her head into the room. Her curls fell like a veil over her face and she was able to quickly brush them back in time to see Gregory's fluid movements, plunging the knife at Leo's abdomen, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her icy blue gaze met that of Gregory's for a brief moment. She'd be lying to herself if she said he wasn't attractive, but he was obviously the typical "bad boy"... everything about him said drugs, sex and rock-n-roll. And contrary to her own tough exterior, she steered clear of guys like him, they were bad news.

She hadn't realized how long she had been staring at Gregory, and upon knowing that she quickly turned back into the foyer towards the two others that were out there with her. "Sorry... Boys being boys." Scar chuckled softly before extending her right hand towards the girl, not worried about any side effects from her touch because she hasn't used in over 24 hours. "I'm Scar."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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(Oh my God you guys i am so sorry, for some reason it didn't register on my notifications I am so sorry.)

Jeanne leaned her head against the rest. The file open in her lap. When she had received the invitation the week prior, she had definitely planned to throw it away but as she had sat at her desk at work, her curiosity got the better of her and she began to read through.

When she had got home that night after Aiden had went to be she asked her dad about why he had adopted her? He answered that his wife, Maria was unable to conceive so it was quickly decided that they would adopt. He had told how happy the orphanage had been that someone had taken her, after being brought in by the police.

Jeanne jolted out of her train of thought by the Captain saying the plane was now descending into New York. Putting the file back in her purse, she took a deep breath. She hated planes, something about them see to ill-conceivable. Something this big being this high in the air. She gripped her seat as the wheels bounced up and down hitting the ground and finally coming to a full stop.

It never took Jeanne long to get through baggage claim, she continued to read more in the file. Joan of Arc. Why would someone want to make a clone of her? Her eyes flashed a moment and she looked up to see her bag sliding out the shot. She quickly hailed a cab. She had about 4 hours before she need to be there, quickly signing into her hotel, she decided a shower sounded good. The warm water quickly rolling the stress of the flight. But no amount of hot water could rid her of the pit that slowly grew in her stomach.

Finally sitting on the bed, she couldn't help but look at some of the other names in the file. It was hard to completely register the idea that she was a test tube baby. She had always known she had been different from others her age she just didn't realize how different. She had laid her head on the pillow and before she knew it, sleep had overtaken her.

There blurs of images, the only one that stood out was Leo Vincent, the look of sheer terror, then blood lots of it, many people talking before finally the crack of a gun going off, pulled her from dreamland.

"Not again." She had numerous dream that made little sense to her. Quickly pulling out her phone. "Oh Shit!" Quickly switching into her clothes. Throwing all her things into her purse before bursting through the lobby. She had planned on leaving extra early, because she honestly couldn't predict traffic, now she was going to be late! Finally hailing a cab, she hopped in and gave the driver the directions.

"Something special, Miss?"

"Reunion with some old middle school friends." She blurted out. Why she had no clue just seem more sense to make up the friend lie then say, Yes I'm going to meet a bunch of other people who were born in a test tube, out of the dna of historical people. Oh not to mention, someone might be trying to kill all of us.

"We're here miss." She jumped at his voice before handing him the money and telling him to keep the change. Rushing to the door, she flashed her invitation and rushed in. She threw the doors open and felt her face flush red as everyone stared at her.

"Um mm, I apologize for my tardiness, I ahh fell asleep."

(Again I am so sorry)

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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With such an out of the ordinary request one could really see the way that people would continue to act. Being stabbed isn't something a person should do lightly, you should probably get to know a person. There has got to be some trust there first, kind of like kissing a person. I mean sure you can go around kissing everything that moved but suddenly that wasn't so special anymore. Just like stabbing, right?

Okay, maybe stabbing is a bit different than kissing but we probably get the idea.

Leo's request did gain a unique reaction of most in the room. Then with the newcomers that had just rammed into each other this whole asking to be stabbed thing must have been a wonderful first impression. Leo imagined being in their shoe, showing up to a party or something and some guy says,"Hey bro, stab me bro." Not exactly an everyday occurrence but then again everyone in this room was not your everyday people. So, this should be a bond-building experience.

Alex and Rob made a few comments at Leo's request. Greg responded with a,"No promises." Then he charged forward with the knife aiming towards Leo's midsection. He was grateful for the placement because a head stab or a groin stab would have been weird to watch. The tanto blade made contact with Leo's abdomen, creating a force that made him reel back a little bit to absorb the shock. Leo grabbed at Greg's hands to also help with absorbing the shock but to also keep the blade from dropping onto the ground. The knife wasn't a very cheap knife and if he could salvage it then that would be just gravy. With most people the tanto would have completely pierced the skin and the 4 inch blade would be making friends with a person's vital organs. But all the tip did was draw a small bit of blood, like when a person accidentally scratches himself on a protruding nail. The knife may have bent a little, which is cool. Leo could always buy another tanto. He had his backup EDC knife in his back pocket anyways.

Leo took the knife from Greg's hands after the initial contact just so that Rob wouldn't get stabbed. Leo knew he had asked for it but he was pretty sure Rob didn't have abilities like Greg or Leo had. Leo raised the knife into the air with his right hand and patted his belly and siad,"And that my friends is the true power of what a diet of deep-fried Twinkies can do!" He smiled as he looked around the room. Leo just noticed another girl just burst into the room. She probably came in as she witnessed the stabbing. Now that was a lot more awkward than the other two who had just previously entered the room. Leo couldn't help but notice as well how pretty she was. The other two girls were very pretty as well but this one, Jeanne if Leo had remembered correctly, was definitely beautiful in his terms. Those eyes was definitely his weakness. Those baby blues... Leo may now have just regretted the whole stabbing thing because that must have been one heck of a first impression to walk into.

Leo responded to the newcomer after her comments about being late,"Oh hey! Nice of you to join us. I swear this isn't what it looks like!" Leo realized he was still holding up his knife and he quickly folded it back and placed it in his pocket and chuckled awkwardly.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Gregory took Leos abilities with mild surprise, not regeneration then, just durability. He was pleased, the skill was most definitely on par with his own superhuman power, but it pleased him that he remained unique.
Leo took the blade back of him and Gregory let him do it, he didnt need this boys knife to kill everyone in the room. He mulled over that thought, and added the exception that he was unsure how Leos body reacted to bullets. It was definitely something that warranted further investigation.
Gregory watched the three newcomers enter along with Scar, Leo, true to form, launched straight into festivities the moment they had finished talking themselves, "Oh hey! Nice of you to join us. I swear this isn't what it looks like!" He said, hurridly, knife still in hand and a small trickle of blood oozing from what should have been a fatal stab.
"It is I am afraid, exactly what it looks like," Gregory said with a smile, "I just tried to stab young Leo here, and it would appear it did next to nothing." He gave a ridiculous bow to the two new ladies and the boy, returning to standing hight with a flourish, "My name is Gregory, we are testing out one another's abilities, hence the stabbing, and since Boy Wonder over there is being a boring wuss, I suppose Ill go next."
He drew his gun from within his jacket registering the shock on everyone's faces with a burst of glee.
Oh how he did love the theatrics.
He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
Although he knew he wouldnt be concious for it, headhshots always left him mildly incapacitated for a while, he expected that would be when the screaming started.
He blacked out with a smile on his face.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Scar seemed unfazed by Gregory's over theatrics. She figured he'd be awake shortly even before the suited man said so. Who would just shoot themselves in front of a group of people for a statement. But when she saw the suited man enter the room her gaze instantly shot over towards him, he call himself Heralds. She made her way back over to her seat when Heralds paused to make sure everyone was listening. With a soft sigh she sat back down beside Rob. She leaned forward in her seat, intent on what the man was saying. Scar had a hard time hiding the fact that she was slightly upset that we weren't meeting our actual host. He was feeling "unwell", she didn't buy it but regardless she dealt with it.

Scar brought her right hand up to rub the back of her neck uncomfortably as Heralds so openly discussed how they all had abilities and what not. She had a hard time accepting how her life really started off, let alone how the side effects of everything they did to her effected her life dramatically. And now after everything they want to "protect" us. How did they plan to protect us? Unless they had abilities like her and her "siblings", Scar didn't see how they could be of any help other than telling them who they should steer clear of.

Scar had a hard time biting her tongue for too long. She ran her right hand through her messy curls before finally piping up, "Do we at least get to know who's trying to kill us? I mean maybe we've already encountered him for all we know. Could be important information." Honestly, Scar was hoping they'd give her a name and a picture so she could be on her way. She had a job... and a poor excuse for a life but going back to that seemed better than staying here. At least if she went back to her old way of life she could pretend that she was even slightly normal. She wishes she could be more laid back and ok with all that is happening like some of the others but she couldn't. The fact that if it weren't for what they did to her, her life would be probably 100x better... She would be ok with being in this weird mansion with all of her fellow freaks, but it wasn't that simple. And she was a time bomb that needed to be far away from anyone when she detonates.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Rob watched with interest as Gregory stabbed Leo in the abdomen...or at least tried to. The blade barely pierced his skin, leaving a tiny drop of blood on the blade. Talk about a tough skin...

He heard the door open to find that three others were waiting out there. He recognized the one called Willa, the master actor. He'd figure from her talents that she would be the master of influence, but since Alex carried that ability and as far as he knew, all abilities were unique, Willa was a wild card.

The red-faced Jeanne was also a mystery. There was enough information about her to figure out basic stuff and that her hobby was Dungeons and Dragons, but nothing stood out in terms of life-changing experiences. Nothing to separate her from the pack of mediocrity, she was the one Rob knew almost nothing about.

And finally, Shawn. Shawn was the musical protege, the master of any instrument he touched. He was destined to go far following his career path of music, but Rob knew exactly what his power was. It wasn't as simple as comprehending music. To fully develop the music, one must fully develop the ear. While the thought and progression of sounds could be taught, it took a good ear to comprehend and fully maximize the music experience the way Shawn had.

It was the same with archery...or any martial art. It wasn't just learning the moves and copying them, nor was it just aiming at a target. Rob knew his body and what it could do. He knew exactly what muscle to twitch when in order to adjust for varying factors when shooting. It was muscle memory...what felt good to him. Just like it was ear memory for Shawn...what sounded good to him. Because of this, Rob felt like he could relate more to Shawn than possibly any of the others.

Bang!

The loud noise caused Rob to jump from his thoughts and turn towards the sound. Lying there on the floor was Gregory, a twisted smile on his face, a bullet hole on his head. Rob then saw the gun, in which his initial shock turned to understanding. He was right about Gregory...the man was practically invincible. While he showed signs of death, he figured Greg would come to eventually.

"If you refrain from shouting please."

Rob turned towards the sound where a pristine man in black attire walked into the room. "I suppose you're all wondering why you're here? And don't worry about Mr.Gregory there. He'll be joining us shortly I presume. I'm sure by now you've all read the files and thus already have a basic knowledge of why you're here. If you didn't... Well too bad. You should have. My name is Evan Heralds, in the future, please call me Heralds. I am a representative of your Host, though he has been feeling unwell and retired to his rooms for now."

Hmph, Rob thought. Convenient.

Heralds continued, "It has come to my employer's attention that Leon Vincent, one of your siblings for lack of a better word, was recently murdered. And I'm afraid that it has more to do with you than you'd like. Especially as we've reason to believe you all are the next targets. And while you may not believe you can die, there are terrible ways the murderer had access to."

What terrible ways? Rob argued in his head. How did he get access to these ways? Why is he even after us in the first place?

"The murderer," Heralds went on, "we know his identity. I'm afraid that while we cloned you, we also cloned him. Another of your siblings to be clear. Though he was a terrible mistake in the making. He is gifted much like you are, but he's cold, cruel and disconnected. He hates you, and hates us, and will stop at nothing to exterminate everyone in this room,"

So from what Rob could guess, this killer was actually another family member with a gifted ability that Rob assumed was what he was going to use to kill them. But what was his motive? Could the killer hate something so much that he wanted to kill it with every fiber of his being? Or did he gain something from this?

"Thus you were summoned here. Because here is the one place we can guarantee your protection."

"Do we at least get to know who's trying to kill us?" He heard Scar utter. "I mean maybe we've already encountered him for all we know. Could be important information."

"I'm with Scar," Rob agreed. "Shouldn't we know who the enemy we're about to face is? Also, how do you guarantee our protection by herding us together? Doesn't it make it easier for this guy to swoop in for the kill? There were just too many questions he needed to find the answers to. He wasn't in the most comfortable of areas and because of that, he didn't trust this Heralds guy. Although merely serving as the butler, why did he have to come out and talk to us? He understood that the host was sick, but he felt like some important information needed to be said from the mouths of specific individuals, not their butlers.

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Alex's eyebrows raised when the knife harmlessly bounced off of Leo, leaving nothing but a little paper-cut looking thing. "And now I'm reconsidering why I dropped that workout program." He dryly remarked. Alright, so maybe it was impressive, sure. Seeing as no one in their right mind would asked to be stabbed without some kind of ability like that, he couldn't call it surprising, but useful? Definitely.

The moment became a thousand times better when an irritated girl's voice came through the door, commenting on how they probably shouldn't slaughter themselves before they found out what was going on. Which, in honesty, was valid. Alex watched the newcomers closely as they came in, slowly starting to put together the name-to-face ratio that was going on. The tense feeling of suspense at the thought of getting to see all of their powers, especially the girl who claimed she fell asleep, was easy to ignore amidst all the clamber. "Good to know that you're excited about all this." He teased her as she flushed red, his lips curled in a smile. "I'm guessing this must all be in a day's work for you, then?"

Leo's backtracking was about one knife-lob too late. This was a lot more fun than he had expected out of this kind of meeting. Gregory added firewood to the burn, to which Alex just shook his head, enjoying the scene immensely. His announcement that he was going next peaked Alex's interest, and he leaned forward, waiting for the punchline.

And before he knew it, the gun came out, and then was dropped along with Gregory's unconscious body. Jaw hanging slightly open, he stared for a moment as it clicked as to what his power was. Super-healing? That was... incredible. He nodded in appreciation; that was certainly one way to display it. The shock factor slowly wore off, leaving behind a flash of something that burned through his veins for a moment, pulling down the edges of his grin.

He quickly shook it off, throwing his attention towards the butler approaching them. The man's speech raised red flags everywhere -- a 'representative'? Alex skeptically listened as the guy finished his talk, crossing his arms. Basically, they were being hunted by another super-baby, who was evidently murderous because reasons, and this guy, whoever their host was, wanted to protect them. "Mm, I'm thinking they have the right idea." Alex said, gesturing to the two who had spoken. "Though, I'm guessing we're safer here because we're together?" He suggested, glancing at Rob. "Obviously, a bunch of informed, what do we wanna call it, 'talented' individuals who are against one guy is better than letting him pick us off one by one." He paused, turning to face Harolds. So, he and their 'host' were the cloners themselves, while we cloned you, we cloned him too..., the guys who started all this. Answers were closer by than he thought. But that question would be saved for later.

"Along with what they said, I want to know is what your mistake was, and how we can be sure that you didn't make the same 'oopsie' when you messed with all of us. I'd rather not have the next knife land in one of our hearts, y'know?" He scratched his hand, shrugging.

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The gunshot brought Willa bounding into the room just behind Scar. The tall, long haired boy known as Gregory was sprawled on the floor, grinning grotesquely and bleeding all over the nice expensive floor. The gun was in his limp hand, eyes glassy. Willa felt a little ill at the sight of him, but was at least relieved they weren't under attack; She supposed the boy had just been showing off.

And I'm supposed to be the theatrical one. No one else was making a move toward the prone boy, so Willa took matters into her own hands. She wasn't just going to let him bleed all over the carpet, and he'd probably heal better if he wasn't losing so much blood. Pulling her bag off of her back, the brunette knelt next to Gregory with a sigh, deciding to play Florence Nightingale for the moment. She reached into her bag as if there was more than just her electronics in it, and concentrated briefly on images of gauze, tape, and a towel. She didn't want to give away her abilities quite yet. It didn't take her very long to procure them. She had expected conflict, and had made a point to study such objects before she left. Even when she was little, she had always had the habit of picking things up and feeling them, looking at them from all directions, that way she could recreate them when needed. Thankfully she had a theatre buff's memory.

She pulled out the towel first, using it to sop up most of the blood and to wipe Gregory's temples. He seemed to be healing already, incredibly fast. So his skill was accelerated cellular regeneration, that was impressive, but what were the limits? No one was invincible, everyone had an Achilles heel. It wasn't important right now. Willa placed the towel to the side and unrolled the gauze as she studied the young man's face. Even in... what was this, death? Sleep maybe? Even unconscious, she decided, his face carried a subtle arrogance, which would be expected of someone who shot himself in the head just for giggles. Someone who was so blasé about weapons and their own mortality was dangerous; Willa would have to get on his good side if she wanted to stay safe. Still, he was interesting, and she had always been drawn towards the dramatic. She's be wary though.

"If you refrain from shouting please," A man in a well tailored suit walked into the room just as she finished wrapping Gregory's wounds. "I suppose you're all wondering why you're here? And don't worry about Mr.Gregory there. He'll be joining us shortly I presume." Willa gave an attractive snort, brushing Gregory's eyes closed and resting his head on her lap. Everyone was so detached here!

I'm sure by now you've all read the files and thus already have a basic knowledge of why you're here. If you didn't... Well too bad. You should have. My name is Evan Heralds, in the future, please call me Heralds. I am a representative of your Host, though he has been feeling unwell and retired to his rooms for now."
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Sure he was.

"It has come to my employer's attention that Leon Vincent, one of your siblings for lack of a better word, was recently murdered. And I'm afraid that it has more to do with you than you'd like. Especially as we've reason to believe you all are the next targets. And while you may not believe you can die, there are terrible ways the murderer had access to."

"The murderer, we know his identity. I'm afraid that while we cloned you, we also cloned him. Another of your siblings to be clear. Though he was a terrible mistake in the making. He is gifted much like you are, but he's cold, cruel and disconnected. He hates you, and hates us, and will stop at nothing to exterminate everyone in this room."
If they knew the killer's identity, then why was that information being withheld? An uneasy feeling was beginning to turn in the short girl's stomach. She didn't like all of this secrecy, not one bit.

"Thus you were summoned here. Because here is the one place we can guarantee your protection." With a glance down at the incapacitated boy on her lap, Willa decided she felt oh so safe indeed. And she wasn't alone. After listening to her siblings' protests, she at least felt assured that they were all competent enough to realize that this was not a safe situation at all.

"Exactly. You know, I think rounding up a collection of powerful individuals and stationing them right in our Host's home base sounds more like the formation of an army than an attempt to keep us safe. How 'unwell' is he, exactly?" She quipped, eyeing the suited man suspiciously.

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Jeanne definitely was not expecting what she saw when she entered. Leo, she remember his name from the file had just been stabbed. He seem to be staring deep into her eyes and she felt slightly awkward.

"This isn't what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like." Gregory added. Before shooting himself in the head. She heard herself squel but didn't completely register it as her own until Alex, laughed at her and said how this must be everyday for her. Though she wasn't sure if he meant dealing with the shooting or strange things in general. She noticed Willa taking care of Gregory's wound though, she herself rationalized he must have one hell of an ability if he was willing to shoot himself in the head.

At that moment Heralds entered the room.

"If you refrain from shouting please," Her face flushed once more in embarrassment. "I suppose you're all wondering why you're here? And don't worry about Mr.Gregory there. He'll be joining us shortly I presume. She took a set beside Leo quickly, though it had been an awkward introduction, she felt comfortable around him. I'm sure by now you've all read the files and thus already have a basic knowledge of why you're here. If you didn't... Well too bad. You should have. My name is Evan Heralds, in the future, please call me Heralds. I am a representative of your Host, though he has been feeling unwell and retired to his rooms for now."

"It has come to my employer's attention that Leon Vincent, one of your siblings for lack of a better word, was recently murdered. And I'm afraid that it has more to do with you than you'd like. Especially as we've reason to believe you all are the next targets. And while you may not believe you can die, there are terrible ways the murderer had access to."

"The murderer, we know his identity. I'm afraid that while we cloned you, we also cloned him. Another of your siblings to be clear. Though he was a terrible mistake in the making. He is gifted much like you are, but he's cold, cruel and disconnected. He hates you, and hates us, and will stop at nothing to exterminate everyone in this room," He paused again, a bit awkwardly, "Thus you were summoned here. Because here is the one place we can guarantee your protection."


While others gave protest to know who this killer was only two things, she desperately wanted to know.
"I..I have two questions,
1. Who is this host of ours? Both now and in the past. And 2. What is the past identity of the Kiler? I don't know about you all but who invited us here is just as important as wo might be trying to kill us. I fo one do not want to put my family at risk but I refuse to stay in a place where we don't even know the host."
She was sure some of the others simply didn't want to me there and while she could think of no where safer, unless she was told who her host was she would rather risk a hotel then stay with the unknown.

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Rob Dunbar


Suddenly, the entire room erupted in noise, each individual trying to figure out what was really going on. Rob shut his eyes, concentrating on keeping his sanity in check. This discussion was irritating him.

"I am going to say this once."

Rob looked back at Heralds, his interest carrying forth through his concentration. And he was concentrating very hard right now.

"My employer - the man who began the project and created your lives by extent - is dying. Poisoned by the man I mentioned earlier. He is dying, and while he is absolutely not well enough to come here and deal with your childish antics, he is hanging on long enough to talk to each of you privately. He is, you should all be aware, the closest thing to a biological father you'd have."

Well, while that rang true, Rob couldn't help but wonder how the killer managed to sneak in and poison him. Couldn't he just do the same for the rest of them? He was, however, looking forward to talking with the man who'd actually birthed him...well sorta...and figure out why he was created.

"We had, nor currently have, any desire to form an army, Miss Willa, but we do have a duty to protect the lives we created. And yes, staying with your family would most certainly endanger them. However, so would staying at a hotel or such. This is the only truly safe building you will find. You are free to leave, though I'll have to insist you sign the confidentiality agreement upon leaving."

So now they couldn't go home without putting their adoptive parents' lives at risk. Brilliant. The thought of staying here didn't really bring him much joy, especially since Johnathan was waiting outside and the extravagance of the house didn't really fancy him. He liked rugged.

"Now, I will not give you information on the killer for a few reasons. One, some of you might try to go looking for him. Two, a great many of you would succeed in finding him. Three, he could easily kill any of you," his gaze lingered on Greg for a moment, showing that he wasn't exactly immune in this either.

"I am not a butler nor a silly servant, on a slightly different note. I am someone who is, in more ways than one, at least your equal, if not more." The man paused, "You had best heed my warning, and not discount it for petty reasons. Had we wanted to kill you, you would all have been dead. You've seen firsthand how easily we can access you. Had we wanted an army, your attendance would have been mandatory. But we want to help you and much as I have tried to convince my employer you lot are entirely more trouble than you are worth, both in attitude and demeanor, he insists we offer you assistance. You chose whether to accept it now."

What did Heralds mean by that? Was he also a tubular spawn? Did he hold an ability he wasn't telling the rest of us? Rob's temper was flared just a bit at how insignificant Heralds seemed to consider the rest of the group. Did he not value human life...or whatever life virgin spawn would be called? A horrifying thought cut through him: What if he was the killer? He appeared to hold the right state of mind for it and have a clear shot at his employer whenever he wanted.

However, he dismissed that thought immediately. Heralds wouldn't be warning anyone about how no one should consider him weaker than the rest of them if he was the killer. In fact, he wanted them to think of him as stronger. Also, this was a person who worked from the shadows. Not a guy who was open to people. Heralds was too refined and proper to be shady.

Rob sighed, "Fine, I accept. It doesn't seem like the other options are going to help us anyway. He pondered over this, wondering if he was making the right decision or sealing his grave.

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Jeanne would be lying if she said, her heart didn't lift a little at the word biological father, while she loved her dad and life in Portland, he had never hidden it from her that she was adopted, he was italian so had his wife, but she had a very distinct french accent from birth. So the thought that the one man who might be able to explain all this to them was dying, it hurt quite a bit.

The fact he refused to give them any information on the killer hurt slightly, until he explain why.
"Now I will not give you information of the killer for a few reason. One, some of you might try to go looking for him." Yeah not on Jeanne's list of things to do. "Two, a great many of you would succeed in finding him. Three, he could easily kill any of you."

While Jeanne believed herself a good fencer, she knew for a fact she would stand a chance against the killer. She couldn't help but remember back to the dream, no, the premonition, she had had earlier. She felt herself shiver as she remembered the horrid grin before the gun went off.

I am not a butler no a silly servant, on a slightly different. I am someone who is, in more ways than one, at least your equal, if not more." Was he a clone too? Or just a just genetically enhanced? "You had best heed my warning, and not discount it for petty reasons. Had we wanted to kill you, you would all have been dead." Definetly not a pleasant thought, but honest. "You've seen firsthand how easily we can access you. Had we wanted an army, your attendance would have been mandatory. But we want to help you and as much as I have tried to convince my employer you lot are entirely more trouble than you are worth, both in attitude and demeanor, he insists we offer you assistance. You chose whether to accept it now.

The others definitely seem to be contemplating all their choices. Rob was the first to decide. Her attention was turn to him when she sighed.

"Fine, I accept. It doesn't seem like the other options are going to help us anyway."

She couldn't agree with him more.

"I agree with Rob, and I sorry that is how you view us, I would like to meet our father and at least try to make his last while peaceful." She really wanted to meet the man who had created her and ask him, why? Why Was she created? Who was she created from? Was there anything she could actually contribute to the others here.

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S C A R

Scar sat there watching Heralds intently as everyone asked him their questions, she was trying to gauge him. But he was very difficult to read."I am going to say this once," Scar raised a slender brow in curiosity as he seemed more stern. "And I refuse to repeat myself as it would be a waste of time. My employer - the man who began the project and created your lives by extent - is dying. Poisoned by the man I mentioned earlier. He is dying, and while he is absolutely not well enough to come here and deal with your childish antics, he is hanging on long enough to talk to each of you privately. He is, you should all be aware, the closest thing to a biological father you'd have." Pfft A father that wasn't there... that sent us out in the world to fend for ourselves, please. This "host" was not her father. Hell, just because they were all created by the same man doesn't make them siblings... it makes them lab experiments, test subjects.

"We had, nor currently have, any desire to form an army, Miss Willa, but we do have a duty to protect the lives we created. And yes, staying with your family would most certainly endanger them. However, so would staying at a hotel or such. This is the only truly safe building you will find. You are free to leave, though I'll have to insist you sign the confidentiality agreement upon leaving. " Safety? So now they were stuck in this house for their safety? We had lived for 19 years on our own just fine, why now do they need safety?

"Now, I will not give you information on the killer for a few reasons. One, some of you might try to go looking for him. Two, a great many of you would succeed in finding him. Three, he could easily kill any of you, any of you, without issue." This was the final straw for Scar, she was being polite and waiting until Heralds finished speaking but she was fuming. She clenched her fists tightly in her lap until her knuckles were white, grinding her teeth so hard that she was sure Rob probably could hear.

"I am not a butler nor a silly servant, on a slightly different note. I am someone who is, in more ways than one, at least your equal, if not more." The man paused, "You had best heed my warning, and not discount it for petty reasons. Had we wanted to kill you, you would all have been dead. You've seen firsthand how easily we can access you. Had we wanted an army, your attendance would have been mandatory. But we want to help you and much as I have tried to convince my employer you lot are entirely more trouble than you are worth, both in attitude and demeanor, he insists we offer you assistance. You chose whether to accept it now."

Scar was surprised some of the others accepted this so easily. Maybe she was difficult or stubborn, but not getting clear answers pissed her off more. Scar couldn't help but chuckle in a more taunting and aggravated manner. She entangled her fingers and began to twiddle her thumbs as she began to speak, irritation evident in her voice, "So you mean to tell me... that we are supposed to just accept this? We still don't know who our host is... calling him a father is a joke right? He created us, then abandoned us. That doesn't make him my father." Scar leaned back in her chair, now talking with her hands as she continued to speak,"I want to know how I am supposed to accept that some guy like us is trying to kill us. But I can't know who he is or what he looks like. All I know is that he apparently is stronger than us. But we don't know how because you won't even tell us what makes him so damn dangerous! Scar runs her hands through her curls, "Why in the hell should I be so scared him!?"

It was obvious now that Scar was frustrated, and she knew she probably looked like an idiot to everyone else, like she was overreacting. But she doesn't understand how they were all so easy to accept this. Maybe it's because they have people to protect, people that could be hurt by this so called threat. But Scar didn't, she had no one but herself and she honestly wasn't scared of him, she had no reason to be. Her side effect has killed someone on accident before, so what's stopping her from using it on purpose on this threat!?

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Scar quickly realizes that apparently to the reaction Heralds had she was coming off hot headed. She couldn't help it, she had anger issues and not being told everything frustrated her because It's been like that her entire life. "Scar, was it? Rather easy to see why you're so skeptical, though your rudeness leaves much to be desired. I would've expected better from you. My employer never abandoned you either. You being left there was a result as a division of interests that formed among those in the projects. My employer needed to ensure that you'd be put in the system so the other half would not be able to exploit you. Unfortunately, they managed to take and rear one child, and that is who is putting you in danger. If you choose to accept our hospitality, then you will learn things that should we give even a little information on the killer, would enable you to easily locate him. Unfortunately, we will not put you in danger like that. And if you really want to be scared of him, I suggest you read the news. The details of Mr.Vincent's demise are rather gruesome. And finally, if you are going to be frustrated about all you cannot know, then I suggest you leave. We are not your babysitters," She looked at Heralds intently, she didn't want a babysitter. "and my employer would likely react badly should you run in and start yelling at him. We have no desire to protect you if you do not want it, so go ahead, just walk right out." She wasn't the type to just barge in on a dying man and yell at him, she's not that big of a bitch. Jeez.

"I do not view you in any particular way. I have no opinions about this endeavor, though I warned my employer the energy he uses for this might just end up killing him. I will be, as such, the first to show you the door. If you will not cooperate, then simply leave now. The energy used to convince you is not worth the time." It was obvious that Heralds didn't view me in a particular way, but she couldn't help but be slightly offended by him saying she wasn't worth the time. It wouldn't have been the first tim she heard it but it still hurts every times she hears it.

Scar slumps down into her chair, and lightly crosses her arms over her chest. She nods her head slightly, no longer glancing towards Heralds."Alright Jeeves, I got it." She shrugged her shoulders slightly before crossing her legs. "I'll cooperate."

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After being knocked over by a red head and then watching the girl from the plane dance over them Shawn was a bit overwhelmed by everyone and everything. He'd skimmed over the files that had come with the letter and basically gleaned that the reason he was some odd was because he was part of some weird experiment. After assuring the red head he was all right he headed in with them all only to find two guys having some sort of pissing contest. To the point of using knives, who the hell does that sort of thing. Shawn shook his head as he sat down on a chair and remained quiet. He wasn't a fan of showing off like this and he certainly wasn't a fan of getting injured. It wasn't long till some uptight bloke in a suit came in. Clearly he wasn't happy about the antics some of his other "siblings" were pulling.

"If you refrain from shouting please. I suppose you're all wondering why you're here? And don't worry about Mr.Gregory there. He'll be joining us shortly I presume. I'm sure by now you've all read the files and thus already have a basic knowledge of why you're here. If you didn't... Well too bad. You should have. My name is Evan Heralds, in the future, please call me Heralds. I am a representative of your Host, though he has been feeling unwell and retired to his rooms for now."

The only thing Shawn could think about was that this guy reminded him of the butler in those old mystery movies that played out like the game Clue. Even down to the fact that the guy in charge wasn't actually their. However Shawn refrained from asking him if it was colonel Mustard in the dining hall with the wrench. The guy seemed ticked off enough.

"It has come to my employer's attention that Leon Vincent, one of your siblings for lack of a better word, was recently murdered. And I'm afraid that it has more to do with you than you'd like. Especially as we've reason to believe you all are the next targets. And while you may not believe you can die, there are terrible ways the murderer had access to."

This sounded serious, Shawn was alright about jokes but when it came to shut like this he listened. You must have been living under a rock if you didn't hear about that guys murder. It had been plastered all over the news.

"The murderer, we know his identity. I'm afraid that while we cloned you, we also cloned him. Another of your siblings to be clear. Though he was a terrible mistake in the making. He is gifted much like you are, but he's cold, cruel and disconnected. He hates you, and hates us, and will stop at nothing to exterminate everyone in this room," He paused again, a bit awkwardly, "Thus you were summoned here. Because here is the one place we can guarantee your protection."

Shawn stayed quiet other blurted out questions, about their families, Shawn just kept his mouth shut. Frankly if his family was in danger by him being there he was grateful he left home. If anything happened to his Auntie Nadine he'd never forgive himself.


"I am going to say this once," He began, his voice low as he continued, "And I refuse to repeat myself as it would be a waste of time. My employer - the man who began the project and created your lives by extent - is dying. Poisoned by the man I mentioned earlier. He is dying, and while he is absolutely not well enough to come here and deal with your childish antics, he is hanging on long enough to talk to each of you privately. He is, you should all be aware, the closest thing to a biological father you'd have."

"We had, nor currently have, any desire to form an army, Miss Willa, but we do have a duty to protect the lives we created. And yes, staying with your family would most certainly endanger them. However, so would staying at a hotel or such. This is the only truly safe building you will find. You are free to leave, though I'll have to insist you sign the confidentiality agreement upon leaving. "

"Now, I will not give you information on the killer for a few reasons. One, some of you might try to go looking for him. Two, a great many of you would succeed in finding him. Three, he could easily kill any of you," his gaze lingered on Gregory for a moment, "Any of you, without issue."

"I am not a butler nor a silly servant, on a slightly different note. I am someone who is, in more ways than one, at least your equal, if not more." The man paused, "You had best heed my warning, and not discount it for petty reasons. Had we wanted to kill you, you would all have been dead. You've seen firsthand how easily we can access you. Had we wanted an army, your attendance would have been mandatory. But we want to help you and much as I have tried to convince my employer you lot are entirely more trouble than you are worth, both in attitude and demeanor, he insists we offer you assistance. You chose whether to accept it now."


The guy was fed up, "Listen I don't know much about the rest of you I'm not one to study all this lot. School was never my idea of fun so I just glanced over that shit. But as long as me being here isn't a threat to the people I care about the most. Then alright I'll stay, as much as it pains me to stay in one place for a while. I guess my biggest question is... what the hell are we going to do about this murderer? Are we just gonna hide out here, or try to get this guy before he gets us. You say this guy is really good at what he does, but what can he do against all of us at once?"

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Character Portrait: Amelia Hartford Character Portrait: Scar Lockheart Character Portrait: Gregory Richardson Character Portrait: Leo Eternali Character Portrait: Jeanne (Ann) Imperioli Character Portrait: Alexander Phillips Character Portrait: Shawn O'Lonain Character Portrait: Willa Lance-Jones Character Portrait: Rob Dunbar
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Gregories conciousness slowly swam back into reality as his damaged brain tissue regenerated, reconnecting segments of his brain and restarting the function of his vital organs. He was unable to move just yet, but his hearing and mental capacities were beginning to return to function, it took him a minute to figure out what was happening around him. Much to his disappointment, the attention in the room had not been centred around him, but some new man, who sounded like every butler and manservant you had ever seen in a cheesy movie. He was clearly telling the 'family' something they werent too pleased about, but Gregory was only able to capture certain elements of the discussion. Finally he felt the sparks of nerve endings reconnecting in the tips of his fingers and toes, and he tensed his muscles experimentally.
"I guess my biggest question is... what the hell are we going to do about this murderer? Are we just gonna hide out here, or try to get this guy before he gets us. You say this guy is really good at what he does, but what can he do against all of us at once?"
Gregory made a slight groan as his muscles contracted and he pulled himself up from the ground like a vampire from a coffin, "Because, dear brother, I am guessing that he was the failsafe, right Jeeves?" Gregory said, pulling himself to his feet and standing, pulling the makeshift bandage someone had misguidedly placed over his head, as if he fucking needed it.
"It was never meant to be this way, we were the experiment, and he was the kill switch, right? In case any of us went rogue, and turned on the others, or you, he was the one who could stop us, any of us, and protect the rest of the experiment?"
Gregory cocked a twisted smile at the man in the suit, "He can kill any of us because thats what he was designed for, he was created for the soul purpose of killing us, should we ever turn against you."
He turned to the rest of his siblings and gave them all a general wink, "Guess that backfired didnt it?"

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