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The 'RIP'

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The Davrell Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals (christened 'The RIP') is the Terran National Government's largest, most secure detention and rehabilitation center for criminals of paranormal or supernatural persuasion. A massive collection of stony towers spiraling out of a Gothic manor, The RIP is a dark place; its intricately designed post-Romanesque architecture both enticing and intimidating. Despite its delicate, artistic appearance, The RIP is one of the most foundationally-sound institutes on Terra, its structure build from a near-indestructible calcyx-marble allatrope blend and laced with a plethora of mighty arcane wards and devout prayers. Responsible for housing and jailing over a thousand "supers" at any given time, The RIP uses only the latest technology, the strongest magics and the most intelligent doctors to secure, control and educate their "guests". The RIP is overseen by director Joran Davrell, a prestigious NPA agent and former university professor.

Nemo holds sovereignty over The 'RIP', giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The Davrell Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals (christened 'The RIP') is the Terran National Government's largest, most secure detention and rehabilitation center for criminals of paranormal or supernatural persuasion. Resting at the edge of the gloomy Cursed Woods beneath a massive, spiraling decline of stony stairs, The RIP is quite secluded from the rest of the civilized world. A massive collection of stony towers spiraling out of a Gothic manor, The RIP is a dark place, its intricately designed post-Romanesque architecture both enticing and intimidating.

Despite its delicate, artistic appearance, The RIP is one of the most foundationally-sound institutes on Terra, its structure build from a near-indestructible calcyx-marble allatrope blend and laced with a plethora of mighty arcane wards and devout prayers. Responsible for housing and jailing over a thousand "supers" at any given time, The RIP uses only the latest technology, the strongest magics and the most intelligent doctors to secure, control and educate their "guests".

As a government institution, the RIP is mostly guarded and maintained by the NPA. Enforcers patrol the castle at all times, specially-equipped to pin down even the most aggravated of superhuman inmates. The institution is also equipped with several well-supplied laboratories, the unseemly quantity of powered inmates making the place a breeding ground for scientific inquiry.

All scares and frights aside, The RIP is remarkably equipped, always prepared to accommodate superhumans of every shape and color. While the majority of The RIP is a sprawling prison/asylum, the facility does possess a few cultural outings, particularly the artistically-seasoned atria and lavishly-decorated dormitories. Were it not on the edge of a cursed forest and the home to hundreds of criminally-inclined superbeings, it would have made a nice hotel.

The RIP is overseen by director Joran Davrell, a prestigious NPA agent and former university professor.


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The 'RIP'

The Davrell Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals (christened 'The RIP') is the Terran National Government's largest, most secure detention and rehabilitation center for criminals of paranormal or supernatural persuasion. A massive collection of stony towers spiraling out of a Gothic manor, The RIP is a dark place; its intricately designed post-Romanesque architecture both enticing and intimidating. Despite its delicate, artistic appearance, The RIP is one of the most foundationally-sound institutes on Terra, its structure build from a near-indestructible calcyx-marble allatrope blend and laced with a plethora of mighty arcane wards and devout prayers. Responsible for housing and jailing over a thousand "supers" at any given time, The RIP uses only the latest technology, the strongest magics and the most intelligent doctors to secure, control and educate their "guests". The RIP is overseen by director Joran Davrell, a prestigious NPA agent and former university professor.

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The 'RIP' is a part of The Decline.

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Joran Davrell [73] A former university professor, NPA Director and general overseer of The Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals.
Derrick Rose [6] A former stunt pilot, his skills are still sharp, but his reflexes are a little slower than they used to be.
Maxwell Gilbert [5] I'm an engineer not a goddamn magician! Well... I shouldn't be!
Sgt. Harvey Gladstone [4] "Move like you're being paid to!"
Nyke Demopolous [4] Gorgon's Watch Marine Corp First Division: First Regiment, First Batallion. The FNG
Eden Decimo [4] The False Divinity
Ahmad Fazari [4] Formerly senior aide to Terra's spymaster, and now the Deputy Director of Intelligence.
1st Lt. Mason Harding [4] "I don't care if you took a Bolter to the chest, when I say move, you move!"
Lawrence Artin [3] An older doctor, refined but with a spitfire of a personality.
Brian James [2] "I do what is needed of me, and I do not question it. If my Father wills it, it will be done."

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Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Rahuna Kell Character Portrait: Rida Galimas
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Kynala turned as Rahuna approached, inclining her head politely. "Good evening, Ms. Kell," the Ri woman replied, "A pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about your homeworld recently - it is one of the places my company has yet to expand upon. Were it not with my priorities being focused on Terra at present..."

She waved a hand, "I'm getting a head of myself. I hope you are enjoying the evening so far?"

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Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb
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"Ladies and gentlemen..." called out the herald. "I present to you Mr. Gabriel Ereb, CEO of Ereb Industries, and his daughter Miss Amanda Ereb, Director of ErebLife."

From the door emerged an elderly businessman. He was dressed in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks. Emblazoned upon the cufflinks were white open hands formed from opal with the palms facing outward. Carved into the palms were stylized ruby red triangles. An onyx ring around the middle finger of his right hand matched the cufflinks. A deep purple neck tie wrapped around his neck and tucked into the suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead.

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Character Portrait: The National Police Agency
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"Agent Namira," the darker-skinned man nodded to Casren, "if there is anything you need, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask." He gestured towards the cooridors. "Would you mind coming into the atria? I believe doctor Davrell will be arriving shortly.

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"Agent Coleson," the slightly stout man nodded to Lebrun, "as I'm sure you're aware, much of the reason doctor Davrell hosted this event is to show off the benefits of the Institution. He hopes the rest of the NPA will appreciate his hard work." He gestured towards the cooridors. "Why don't you head a bit further into the atria? I think the doctor is going to address us shortly."

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Character Portrait: Dr. Amanda Ereb
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A young, slender, and beautiful woman draped her arm around the old man's elbow. She was adorned in a raven black dress that emphasized her athletic curvature. Her hair was a golden brown that fell to the center of an exposed back. Lightly tanned arms hung loosely at her sides. Across her middle finger was a ring with the same stylized triangle. Both of the figures carried themselves with the confidence of mild celebrities and successful business-people.

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Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Rahuna Kell Character Portrait: Rida Galimas
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"Oh, absolutely. I admit, I was a tad nervous about attending a Terran ball, but I do not regret it in the least." she said, making small talk. Rida's eyes, in the meantime, were wandering about Kynala, though he really tried to not be so obvious about it. He did.

Though, he just had to go on ahead and extend his hands to her, almost too eagerly, with a crooked grin. "And I am Captain Rida Galimas, myself. Nice to meet you, uh, Kynala. Really."

Rahuna gave him a short, sharp glare.

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Reporters were still following Gabriel and Amanda from outside, despite the best efforts of the guards to detain them.

"Mr. Ereb! Mr. Ereb!" one of them got close enough to ask a question, "what's the latest on Ereb Industries new tech development programs? We've been hearing all sorts of rumors!"

Another approached Amanda. "Ms. Ereb! How does it feel to be one of Terra's most eligible bachelorettes? Are there any leading men in your life?"

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Several reporters also stepped up to snap pictures of Derrick Rose. The latest Militiaman had arrived. Since he hadn't yet entered the Atria, he was fair game for the pickings of the media. "Mr. Rose, Mr. Rose!" a girl called out, shoving a mike in his face, "how do you feel about the opening of the RIP? Will this at all effect the way the Militia operates on Terra?"

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Character Portrait: Jamal Morrison Lebrun
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Lebrun offered a partial nod, noticing that the Intelligence Director had already disappeared into the atrium. "Thank you again, Agent Coleson. If you'd let Dr. Davrell know that I'm here, I'd appreciate that." His speech was deliberate, his words carefully chosen and formed before they'd even slipped past his lips. He smiled up at the agent and used the heel of his wrist to manipulate his power-chair's controls to roll into the atrium.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Catira Edrene
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"Agent Namira," Casren repeat back with a slight bow of his head. "Pleasure to meet you."
He then looked to Catira, wondering if she wished to follow along with him or mingle with the others. Of course, she chose to stick right by his side. Giant maneating behemoth or not, social events were a curious wonder filled with nervous bewilderment. It was also very different in the eyes of a young girl. She gave the smallest curtsey to the agent and repeated Casren's greeting before turning her eyes ahead, growing large at the simply large mass of people.

Daemala flit with her wine towards the fray, as Casren and Catira slipped into the Atria.

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Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Rahuna Kell Character Portrait: Rida Galimas
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Kynala met Rida's grin with an icy stare for a few short moments before she returned the smile - long enough to communicate her feelings about the clearly not obvious roving eyes, she thought. "In all my years - coming onto a century - I have encountered no party quite like a Terran party," she remarked with a smile, "The diversity alone is always a sight to see."

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Character Portrait: Derrick Rose
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Derrick Rose seemed to have his eyes to the sky the whole time, but the cameras got to him first. "Ah, uh..." What did his agent tell him to say again? Ah yes. "I, uh, I have a statement to make--I am no longer a Militia member."

Pause for everyone to get that into the blogosphere. "When you're working with people who can lift cars, fly and even rub shoulders with TETRS agents, you kind of get the feeling that you're a bit out of your league. I just wanted to be a regular guy with regular-guy problems. That being said, I'm glad that Terra finally has a place devoted to the detainment and rehabilitation of its greatest foes."

He gave the standard Militia salute. "To ourselves we bow."

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Character Portrait: Aiedail Character Portrait: Lysaria Lestibournes
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Aiedail smiled to Lysaria, "Perhaps they are merely being fashionably late?" the android suggested, "A concept which eludes me entirely, but I've heard of it enough to assume it's a valid part of Terran culture."

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Character Portrait: Aiedail Character Portrait: Jayden Ryder Character Portrait: Ethan Railee Character Portrait: Lysaria Lestibournes
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Ethan nodded towards Lysaria. "Hey, it really doesn't matter to me. I'm just glad everyone seems to be getting along." He whistled to himself. "Misranans... vampires... there's an odd sort here today. I'm glad we're being civilized."

He grinned back at Jayden. "Well I can't remember most of it, though there was this one time I walked into this liquor store and literally started opening bottles of-"

He suddenly halted, feeling a particularly familiar blend of emotions in the nearby area: flirtatious humor and easy-going happiness... all smothered in a sea of arrogance. Derrick Rose.

"Rose just showed up," he said to his two other Militiaman, frowning immediately after, "...and judging by the wave of shocked emotions I'm getting off of the reporters surrounding him, I'm willing to bet he just something very controversial or surprising."

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Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Rahuna Kell Character Portrait: Rida Galimas
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Rahuna gently elbowed Rida to the side, a painful smile never faltering.

"I agree completely, though it seems most of its inhabitants are humanoid in appearance. I must say, however, I am very fond of the floral designs. Is that quite real? Forgive me if I sound ignorant. I have not yet had the chance to explore very many other races since coming to Terra, but I would love to learn."

Rida, who had only partially gotten the message, nodded. "Ah, yes. I...I agree with what she said. I like the-" He twirled his finger around his head, meaning to gesture for her headdress.

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"I don't think I've met him yet," Jayden replied, "But he's the former stunt pilot, right?" The racer grinned, "I wonder whether we have much in common."

He wasn't one to assume that just because they both had pasts involving going fast and showboating that they'd automatically get along, but it was a conversation point at least.

"And you just started opening them? Wow, Ethan - you? I never pictured you the petty crime type," he remarked, grinning. "Or was there more to that which eliminates the shoplifting aspect - I'm not judging, mind! We all did crazy things when we were younger... I remember this one time I literally stole the engine out from one of my rival's ships. Man, was he mad... I couldn't go back to that planet for months!"

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Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb
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Mr. Ereb lifted a rebuking hand to the reporters and gave them a warm smile. "Don't worry." he calmed the reporters with his distinguished and intelligent British accent. "In the near future I will be organizing a press conference at Ereb Tower. I will be making an important announcement then, and will be happy to answer any questions I can."

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Character Portrait: Dr. Amanda Ereb
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As Mr. Ereb strode further into the room, Amanda smiled humorously at the reporter's question. She had not really thought about any sort of romantic interest other than the occasional one-night stand. Her work was far too important!

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Character Portrait: Aiedail Character Portrait: Jayden Ryder Character Portrait: Ethan Railee Character Portrait: Lysaria Lestibournes
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Lysaria chuckled, nodding her head. "Definitely. You must do extensive research on this concept of 'arriving fashionably late.' You would conclude that it is something all the coolest people do. Thus making it appropriate for movie stars."

The woman puffed her cheeks up, blowing out air towards Ethan. "That's...relative. With the way these things go, I'm sure there'll be deals out the behind, in the secrecy of dark rooms. If something goes wrong, I get the feeling it's going to be the biggest shitfest and you guys would have your work cut out for you." With a sigh, she shrugged, adding, "Well, to be fair, there are a lot of possibilities so there's no point in worrying about it."

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Character Portrait: Kvan Skyheart
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The door to the Gala opened gently, only to close a moment later behind a young man with sandy-blonde hair. He wore a youthful grin on his face, but his eyes were darting about, taking in the sight of the party at every turn. Although he was at a fairly formal function, his attire remained much as it always was, because if nothing else he could say it was formal where he came from.

With a slight smirk crossing his face, one that was quickly replaced by a genuine smile as he proceeded into the event, Kvan entered the main area and watched the multitude of people. It reminded him of home, in a way.

As he weaved his way through the crowd, picking up a slender glass of champagne on his way, his footsteps were light and gentle, an oddity considering the obvious weight of his boots. He noticed the large group of reporters and, out of habit, avoided them, taking a seat just outside the herd of humanity milling about, all talking to one another about idle things.

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Character Portrait: The National Police Agency
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Tuxedoed NPA agents began ushering any late-comers into the inner rooms. "All guests, please come to the ballroom! Your host, Doctor Davrell is about to arrive!"

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Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Rahuna Kell Character Portrait: Rida Galimas
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Kynala raised an eyebrow, before nodding, "Very real, but perhaps not in the way you think." she said, forming a small smile. "It's biologically a part of me, as opposed to being plantlife."

The CEO kept her eyes on Rahuna, allowing Rida to make his mess of communication without embarrassing him with a stare. "I am of the Ri, specifically. A migrant nation - I'm a member of our Council, but I'm not here politically, but on behalf of my company."

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Character Portrait: Neminem
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A particularly pretty young girl in a red dress would approach Kvan as they walked towards the ballroom. She eyed over his outfit, perhaps flirtatiously.

"Interesting get-up," she smiled, "are you with those Misranan people? From what I've seen, these aliens have curious fashion tastes..."

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Character Portrait: Jonathon Lectre
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He arrived much like he always did to such events, disheveled, annoyed, and with a lit cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. Granted he, and the actions of the corporation he had inherited (and now ran), had been kept in the dark for quite a bit. He had recently heard word of a particular building he also inherited being blown up in some sort of terrible event of sorts. He didn't really mind, because his father had cared far more for that building than he ever had as a child.

Regardless, his adviser to the company insisted on starting up some form of restoration project or another. Not that he didn't have the finances, he had plenty, he just would rather the place remain as rubble. What was another shit stain on the map, anyway?

His means in particular of arriving there were standard, it was via limousine, and as he stepped out of it, hand raised to his eyes to shield whatever barrage of flashes might come his way, the driver announced his arrival in a rather extravagant tone.

"I would like to announce the arrival of Mr. Jonathon Lectre, heir to the Lectre Corporation, and tycoon extraordinaire."

Jonathon would only scoff at this, raising a hand to run through his hair and using the free one to pick the cigarette from his mouth and toss it to his feet, then proceeding to grind his heel into it. He was just a pissant like all the rest of them.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Rose
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Derrick Rose was fielding questions and kicking them back as he might an enemy's badly thrown grenade with his compelling delivery and rapier wit, until the announcement was made. The fatigues and bowtie look was apparently his idea of a dress uniform as he pushed through the crowd of reporters, giving the salute to the other militia members as he passed through the gates.

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Character Portrait: Kvan Skyheart
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Kvan's attention was drawn by the form of a young woman approaching him. She was appealing, yes, but he wasn't sure whether it was due to her attire, or the place they were meeting, or perhaps it was still something more that he'd not bothered to figure out. Regardless, his attention was captured.

"Misranan? No, Miss. I'm from one of the nations of a place called Dusseteu. The Nation of Wind, to be precise." He smiled and looked her over again, not bothering to hide the fact that he appreciated her looks. "You're dressed quite well yourself, if I may be so bold as to say such things." He held out a hand to her.

"Kvan Skyheart, at your service."

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Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo
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Casren Bistreo and company moved to the ballroom.