Zero Excelsior
gifted
He and his brother were created in laboratories, being the results of experimental DNA mixing and reconstruction. He never told anyone of what he suffered when he was first created, not even Thirteen. His memories are his own and he prefers to keep them that way. Someday, the truth will surface, but it won't be any time soon. When they got away from that wretched place, Zero managed to maintain what scraps of sanity he had, but when the memories came back and he was surrounded by new faces and different places, the walls built around his heart and mind began to shatter, and he was left in the wake of ruined, twisted thoughts trapped within his head. He had Thirteen with him, but even Thirteen was taken away. And the new people helped keep him floating, but they weren't enough, not for long. He could never speak, never scream, never vent the plague and the storm in his head. He was alone. He was that little experiment locked away, broken and beaten and weary. He was afraid. He was in pain. He was utterly alone. And that's how he feels now. He was with his friends at the time, yes, but even they could sense he was slipping, though they don't know how or why or what was going on. They just knew he was changed, changing, day by day. He doesn't know who to trust anymore, and recently has given his friends a reason to believe they can't exactly trust him. He eventually left those people, having no need for their shallow relationships anymore, and he has since then forgotten them entirely. He's always changing, his personality and state of mind switching from logical to irrational and all in between as fast as the minutes tick by, sometimes slower. It's hard to know what gets through to him and what doesn't.
I shall ne'er endeavor to voice my fear For it is not a thing for me to say Tis all dreams and imaginings so queer My mind be the grounds where foul demons play Where nightgaunts so grim tear my fragile heart Where consuming terrors dark thwart my sleep Nightmares shudder me and pull me apart I cry out to you God, my soul to keep! In the void of the earth down deep below Comes the sweet whispering of the reaper And from the earth down deep below Here he has come at last to steal my soul I will give it to you free in the end O sweet, dark Death, my love, O Death, my friend (copyright of Trevrizent 2013) |
Zero Zanathor Excelsior
Zero is exactly six feet tall and weighs 95 pounds. He's anorexic and nearly every bone shows. What muscle he has sticks out and looks foreign on his body. His skin is ashen and pale, baby soft, but has a sickly look to it when one really looks hard enough. He has long black hair that's always mussed up and falling into his face. His eyes glow with the light of fireflies, colored a deep, ocean rich blue that seems to go on forever and ever, but without any soul to them, just bottomless voids. He is described as looking rather feminine, with curvy, gentle features and an hourglass-like figure. He's not really thought of as handsome, more like 'pretty', but over time and with the deterioration of his body, he looks more and more like a ghost than anything really desirable. A lost cause really. Zero was a total wreck when he was separated from his best friend -brother more like- Thirteen. And then, during a horrible incident that resolved in the destruction of his home and the abandonment of his town, it was the final straw that broke him down entirely. He's fragile and broken, a mere shell of himself. He wants to find Thirteen, and that's really the only thing keeping him alive. It's not his true goal, but it gives him purpose. Really all he wants to do is curl up into a ball and die, but that hasn't been very effective, so he's going the slow path; wasting away. He's given up on himself and sees no reason to live. However, his fear of a painful death is the only thing keeping him from just letting an enemy wound him in battle. He fears pain more than anything. To say he is gifted would be an understatement. Wether his powers resulted from the mix of DNA he was created out of or by random chance, it is unclear. But the how he got them isn't the concern, it's the actual powers themselves. In the hands of others they may prove useful and desirable, but in his, it will most certainly lead to ruin. The best way to describe these abilities is to compare them to limbo dreaming. In limbo dreaming, one comes to realize they are dreaming and is then able to bend the world to their own desires until a point where they are distracted and then revert to dreaming once more. The same happens to Zero, only in reality. He enters a state where he thinks understands himself to be a separate being. Inexplicably, he taps into the laws of the universe and bends them to his favor. He can only achieve this through deep, concentrated meditation or by random happenstance as a result of over zealous feelings. The ability only lasts for a few minutes at best, though in recent years, he has used the ability less and less. The extent of his ability to bend the world are limited by the circumstance. He could simply levitate pebbles or fold a city in half. The extent of his powers remains as something of a mystery. Though he has been pushed to certain points many times over, he always seems to never quite reach his full potential. He is overcome with an irrational fear that he will die if he does so. This doesn't seem to be true, but since he has nothing to go on, he believes it to be so. Because of Zero's unstable mind, the things he does with his powers have proven to be more destructive than useful. He has saved lives with his abilities, yes, but he has destroyed far more than can be atoned for. |
Thirteen Shadowlove
wolf
Thirteen Phantereal Shadowlove
There is nothing truly ordinary about this psychotic freak. Even his appearance, though considered very fine on a scale of one to ten, tends to hold a menacing quality to it. He has fair skin, in no sense pale, merely fair. Though he appears perfect, he has various scars covering his body. Where some have scars that make them look 'cool' or 'dangerous', the ones that mark Thirteen are hideous and detract greatly from his looks as a whole. Especially his hands. There's nothing so awful as his hands which bear the pink color of mutilated and purely visible muscle, laced with thick purple veins. Hence why he is always wearing gloves, even when he sleeps. His face though remains devoid of blemish, and this is what usually lures the unsuspecting in. He has very gentle features, brilliant, gold colored eyes, and very soft lips that are more often than not described as 'kissable'. His hair is mid-length, reaching his shoulders with bangs to cover his face. It is straight and soft with that quality that makes one want to run their hands through it. He's lean and very fit with enough muscle to attest to his weightlifting and varied athletic activities. His physique was not created in a day, and he intends to keep it. Thirteen is about six foot four and weighs one hundred and ninety-three pounds, all in muscle. He wears primarily black, not because it suits him but because it is honestly his favorite color, or shade if you wish to be picky on word choice. He is almost always looking clean cut and oddly military despite his hair and carriage. He exudes an air of mystery and good conduct along with the fearful menace of a quality he posseses. Perhaps it's his strength, or his misleading good looks. Most don't really care to stick around and find out that much about it. One look at his KC badge tells them all they pretty much want to know. |
For those who have ever met Zero, then they must certainly know of Thirteen, for he is the subject of every one of Zero's conversations. Thirteen this, Thirteen that. Truth be told, Thirteen keeps his life and his character to himself, with only Zero to know of him and his natures. The two of them were born and raised together, years ago, in a laboratory. Such stories of tragedy are often told with a laboratory involved, but Thirteen got off quite lucky in the long run. He suffered but not terribly. He was broken and remodeled into a fantastic creation, but his spirit was never so wounded that it shattered and died within him. He was always too strong. The scientists knew it and they hated him for it, but never acted on it. Thirteen often asked why. Perhaps because they were afraid of what he would do. To them. To himself. They never explained. They never explained much about anything. Not why they found it necessary to plunge needles into his veins, arteries, down his throat, through the spaces around his eyes. Why they thought it important that he learn how to kill before his tenth birthday. Why they didn't care that he was not conforming to their wills and demanded a real life that normal children had. Why they insisted he shut up and abandon hope of ever being normal. It ate him up inside, but still he demanded justice for himself. He fought against their resolutions and invented his own. He rebelled against them in every way possible. More often than not, it only made his situation worse. He mutilated himself all in the name of a concept he didn't even know of: freedom. Even when he escaped with the fragile yet dependable Zero, he was at a loss with what to do with himself. He could not cope with the outside world, a world that bore no laws or limits. He needed command. He needed orders. He needed a
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master. And like the pitiful dog he was, he crawled his way to the KC and submitted himself to their authority to become their little pet. He hates and loves it as much as he hates and loves himself. As for his brother Zero, he misses him terribly. Often enough, his thoughts are plagued with all the possible horrors Zero must be facing, and yet he does not seek him out. He has no self-motivation anymore. He's no better than a real dog, waiting for his master's whim and command.
There was never much imagination behind the names that Thirteen and Zero posess. Rather than give their subjects first names as a means of self-identity, the scientists gave them numbers. And rather than give them a family to belong to, the scientists over them gave them surnames to show off their skills, as a means of letting the experiments know that what they could do was more important than what they were. As for Thirteen's surname, Shadowlove is perhaps the most cliched yet most appropriate surname he could have been given. Thirteen's abilities have everything to do with darkness. And not specifically limited to the absence of light, but the metaphorical, the physical, the spiritual: it's as though he has no limitations and his reach stretches on and on each passing day. He can manipulate the shadows into physical form. He can turn into shadows himself. He can manipulate any object or area that has an absence of light, even inside someone's body. He can travel through the shadows. He can disappear in the dark of night. He can manipulate the soul, he can create depression out of nothing, he can sense and control in evil in someone's heart and mind and soul. His domain is anything and everything that one could possibly conceive to belong to "the shadow realm". Just as he can create and control shadow, he can also destroy shadow. By destroying shadow, he creates a temporary black hole, and though it lasts for a limited time, it is just time enough to kill and devour whatever it exists near. These black holes are small and more compact than they already are, and they leave behind a strange, black, ash-like substance that is chemically similar to asbestos. It is unclear if Thirteen's abilities allow him to control these black holes as he pleases, and for all he knows himself, one false move could result in him being sucked into one himself.
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First your body then your mind
Destroyed your tempered soul in time Haste the day, and you may find You died tonight by the hand of fate I saw you bleeding in the night Fight Your troubled heart became irate And as you died within the night Light! Your precious eyes began to fade Die! Death! You faded from sight! Your desperate grasp no longer tight Thirteen! Thirteen! You lost your life! And off your soul faded away First your body, then your mind Destroyed your tempered soul in time Haste the day, and you may find You died tonight by the hand of fate copyright of Niitari 2013 |
Marsala Greyjay
citizen
Marsala lived a primarily happy life. She was the only girl child with five brothers of varying ages around her. Paris, who would now be twenty-two, Priam, now eighteen, Neo and Reo the twins at fifteen, and the youngest is Torrence at eight. When Marsala turned twelve, her parents both left their jobs to work for the KC. They seemed happy and honored to have such a positions. But then Paris, the eldest, joined. He was accepted into their ranks and left for work with their parents the next day. And they were never seen again. Since then, Priam has become severely withdrawn, as he was close to Paris and took the disappearance the hardest. For days he would storm to the KCs palace and demand they return his brother. Eventually he stopped when the guards started beating him up and threatening him if he kept "disturbing the peace" and "causing a scene". They never said what happened and all the children can only think the worst. Because of Priam's withdrawal, that left Marsala as the oldest child, sixteen, and she took on the full responsibility of managing and supporting the family. She is very attached to all her brothers, as well as her best friend Karu, still her best friend from childhood and always sticking by her side. Even in her vigilantism. She is a vigilante against crime and likes to interfere with the KC's work, often flaunting her talents and making
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Marsala Greyjay is sixteen nearing seventeen. She appears older than her age, mostly due to her maturity and rather impressive physique. She is about five foot six with long, slim legs, an hourglass figure, and toned arms. She is lean and lithe, having the body of an acrobat or a swimmer. She built most of her strength from fencing, gymnastics, swimming, and track. Her competitive nature has kept her in the game when most people would give up, and from sticking to it so long, she has adapted well to the athletic environment and lifestyle. She has pale skin devoid of any outstanding blemishes. She has a sall burn scar on her left index finger from cooking and a long, thin one on her right knee from when she was little and scraped against a metal slide, but again, nothing too major stands out about her. Except for her hair of course. She has pure white hair that has a lavender or coral sheen to it in certain lighting. She keeps it down to her shoulder blades, but since it grows relatively fast, it will go down to her waist often enough. It is always uneven as she cuts it herself most of the time. It is usually straight, but can get wavy in very windy or humid weather. Her eyes are a misty, pale green, and are always gleaming and sparkling whenever she is deep in thought or about to come up with one of her genius plans.
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it clear that it was someone other than the KC who is getting the job done. The KC are annoyed with her to be sure, but she isn't causing too much damage, so they leave her well alone. Besides, she is catching criminals even though they wouldn't admit it. If they know that Marsala is the vigilante, that much is kept hidden. She is very anti KC as she is sure that they had something to do with her family's disappearance. She is not aware of who the members are or what abilities they posses. She won't tell anyone why she is anti-KC or the reason she became a vigilante. Not that anyone care. She hasn't even told Karu, for other reasons, though he pretty much put two and two together. She's not sure what he thinks about it, and this worries her more than anything. If there's anyone's approval she seeks the most, it's his. He has been the only constant in her life: her anchor, her lighthouse, her safe harbor when the seas get too wild for her liking. If he was ever to abandon her, she doesn't know if she would be able to handle it at all. Surprising enough, she doesn't know if she feels the same for her siblings.
I have become void Raptured by the night, and lost Without your presence Here, alone, I am forever Until you find me again copyright Niitari 2013 |
Marsala is a very strange girl. She cannot be categorized into any stereotypical area. She is neither a tomboy nor a girly girl. She has very intense and uncharacteristic mood swings to the point that doctors have suggested she may suffer from bi-polar disorder to deal with the stresses in her life. This isn't quite true. She is just different. Very different to be sure, but that is all one can really say. She can be a bit forward and outgoing, brash, and never afraid to speak her mind. This carries out through her entire self, but the way she comes across in these fashions is what changes. The two most prominent changes vary by her positive and passive attitudes. In her more positive light, she's bubbly and a bit hyper with a tendency to get obnoxious. She can also be described as cute. This is usually the attitude she takes when she's ordering her siblings around. The other side is her passive one. Unlike people with a positive and negative side, she has positive and passive. When she is in her passive moods -which are rare- she has no true sense of self or her surroundings. She says exactly what is on her mind and absolutley everything that is as she may or may not feel to say. She is most unpredictable at this point, and though her siblings are mostly unaware of 'passive Marsala', her best friend Karu has witnessed this side before and describes it to her as creepy. It's not that she doesn't remember what she does in this mood, it's that she usually doesn't care and is quite embarrassed, so she tries to forget it.
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Advent Notredame
eagle
He's not considered human anymore, at least not by those who despise such mutilated, deformed creations such as himself. No one, except the Chief, knows where e comes from, though many can easily speculate. Advent Notredame is not his real name. It was given to him after some time and holds a significance only he knows and does not reveal. Advent's deformities are very obvious and noticeable. He has human features overlaid and interlaced with the cold form of machine and metal. His head and neck are normal, as well as certain internal organs and his torso. He has blue-black hair, pale skin, and his altered eyes, though normal at first glance, are a vibrant, glowing orange, like hot embers. Primarily, he is a machine. His entire chest, back, legs, and arms are all cybernetic, both inside and out. A computer is even fixed to his head, melded and hooked into his brain, replacing certain lobes that govern logical thought and processes. The computer adapts to him and he to it, making this machine thousands of years ahead in technology. Unfortunately, like all computers, there are flaws to the matrix system in the core of his brain, and he can experience malfunctions. They aren't harmful to others in general, just harmful to him. A secondary spine is attached to the computer and ends in a strange sort of dagger.
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He was obviously not born this way, and to those who believe such things, it is apparent that Advent is a victim of illegal human experimentation. This did not happen inside Janlea, rather it happened outside of the city, somewhere else, far away. Advent was forced into a program that would turn him into this thing. According to unverifiable data, he is an AI, an artificial intelligence, and the first successful human AI in existence. He can be the ultimate computer or the smartest person. The greatest, most adaptable machine or the most dangerous creature. He can store unending loads of data and can collect it from any source, so long as he is in contact with an electronic of some sort. He can manipulate metal as well, reshaping and reforming it, though some speculate this is not an effect of the experimentation. How did he come to be in Janlea? The details aren't crystal clear. He arrived in a military truck to the Lumen Research Facility one night. He had been abducted from the original research facility that made him and was brought there for help. He was nearly dead, but managed to pull through. Word was immediately sent to the Chief, but it didn't seem he was interested. Advent was kept detained while his rescuer was interrogated. When Advent eventually woke up, the KC had reached their conclusion. They told his rescuer that they would take care of
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Advent and give him a new life. Advent has never forgotten his rescuer and feels forever indebted to the Chief for giving him this new life. Now a member of the KC, he is one of the most loyal and valued Eagles. He watches the city, connecting the the security cameras and other electronics to watch the citizens. He doesn't speak unless spoken to, and has the most bizarre sense of loyalty to the Chief. His past is a mystery, one he will not repeat, and as for his name: it is Advent Notredame. A name he gave himself. As for his real name, he has long since forgotten it and with it, everything connected to it, though not by choice.
Contrary to popular belief, Advent is not a gifted. Anyone who has met him or knows the meaning of AI will understand that the things he performs are not a gift, they are merely what he was programmed to do. Due to being a human computer, he can attach himself to any form of metal or technology and either manipulate it, access it, or even on occasion, meld and launch his entire brain and conscience into it. It is most useful when there are other computers in the area. In such a case, he can hook up to the mainframes and access full control of the machines from whatever vantage point he chooses. He is an incredible hacker. Nothing has stopped him so far, and he doesn't think anything can. He does not consider himself human, but he has access to a human's determination: a trait normal machines do not posses. His determination is enough to make him hack through even the worst security systems wherein other programs would have failed. Advent does not hack these computers as one would think where he sits at a computer and types. He touches the computer, and his conscience enters a black world of digital symbol and code. Code and symbol become objects and images that he manipulates to achieve his goals. Once, he loved his world of darkness, but once upon a time, it betrayed him, and he is loathe to return there ever again.
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Hollow out this machine like chest
With its gears that turn to make me feel And dismembered thoughts are trivial at best This grinding sound echoes so unreal Within this body that can no longer feel Where will the pain end and the relief start? When all is metal, blood, and steel. Oh fractured machine without a heart A wired body hidden under my vest And into the shadows of night I steal Every moment I fear I must arrest For I never know when reality stops being real When the wounds of my past cease to heal When this brand new world is torn apart When all is command, death, and zeal Oh fractured machine without a heart This life I was given I did once protest For I felt I never earned this appeal I a broken and fractured, depressed A shell of myself without a chance to feel A shell of myself, not unlike unreal They called me beautiful, 'how great thou art' When I was not even I, just a form made of steel Oh fractured machine without a heart. Hollow out this machine like chest With its gears that turn and break me apart My body is your slave, my life is worthless Oh I, this fractured machine, without so much, as a heart copyright of Niitari 2013 |
Grendel Daisuox
gifted
Grendel was born in a destitute town called Amber Falls. The majority of the town was abandoned and boarded up. The people were in depression and ruin. The industry and the wealthy had gotten out while they could, leaving the poor to fend for themselves in the wake of crisis. But Grendel was not upset. When he was five, his little sister was born. Her name was
Shortly after her birth, the two of them were abandoned outside a boarded up factory, and their parents were never seen again. A wanderer going through town stopped to help them, and as there were no police or public service or orphanages about, he took them to the only place he could think of: a circus that had stopped just outside the city limits for the week. Life in the circus was difficult. The varied performers taught Grendel what they could of reading and history and science. He worked with the animals until he was picked up by the acrobat to be an apprentice. He became very strong and many were amazed by his performances, both in the acrobatics and an aerial silk display. He was lithe, graceful: living, breathing artwork. But he did not do it for the applause or the money. He did it for his sister because he loved her more than anything. Then one day, he was reunited with his parents.The circus had gone down south for the winter and camped outside a town. Grendel took his sister to the city, intent on spoiling |
Grendel is made of all things wrong and evil in the world transposed into the body of a fifteen year old boy. He is just below average in height, and would normally come across as overweight due to the fact that muscle is heavier than fat. He has a very powerful core and strong legs and arms. He is typically labeled as albino with startling white hair and fiery red eyes. However, he does not possess their characteristic pale skin. Rather, his skin is more tan as he has spent a considerable amount of time, if not the majority of his life, outdoors. His physique was built for the dangerous and intense sport of acrobatics. Where some people think of that as mere backflips and hanging from one's knees, acrobatics is very dangerous and requires dedication, concentration, and strength. Grendel is built perfectly for it as he has been shaped since he was very small to perform midair feats. He utilizes these skills in multiple ways despite simply show. Acrobatics are his way of life. His dangerous world involves a lot of fights, but Grendel has escaped most encounters intact, bearing no notable scars on his body despite several of his wounds have been severe. Another distinct trait of Grendel's are his canine teeth. They are sharp, resembling fangs instead of ordinary teeth. This gives him almost a vampire or animal quality, and it matches him rather well. Grendel is mostly seen wearing white, gray, and navy. He also carries a junky looking bracelet in his pocket, but he never wears that. He seems to hate it.
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her as much as possible. As they walked, they were approached by a woman who insisted Grendel had stolen her bracelet. It was an old antique thing, and Grendel promptly insisted his mother had given it to him. That's when they recognized each other: mother and son. His parents were rich now, even owning houses in Hawaii and Italy. They had come back to visit relatives, and upon seeing how their daughter had grown so cute and well behaved, they were determined to take her too. Grendel and his sister protested. The circus did as well. But there was nothing they could do. She was taken away. Every day he sees her, his little sister, a mere ghost now. And every time he does, he is reminded of the suffering they went through. How long it took for him to find her, the nature of her death, the day he discovered she died, the beautiful revenge he took in her name. But he won't stop there. He can't stop there. The pain is simply too much to end.
Sweet dreams are made of these
The scent of your skin, the touch of your hair Shaken and shattered I fall to my knees To know you are not really there There were times we were full of joy and dare All the games we would play, all the times I would tease Playing with the animals in the cage at the fair Sweet dreams are made of these So simple and sweet as could be My love for you, oh maiden fair Your essence, your presence, sets my soul free The scent of your skin, the touch of your hair Then in a flash, it gives me a scare To see my life tossed on stormy seas The dream was a dream, you are no longer there Shaken and shattered, I fall to my knees I can hear your voice whisper through the trees I can feel your voice so full of care And I pray to God to hear my pleas To know you are not really there I will make my revenge a revenge we can share Even the dead cry out in fear and the heartless flees I take all their lives in my despair And I whisper to them that drew your screams "Sweet dreams" copyright of Niitari 2013 |
Grendel's abilities remained dormant within him until the day his sister died. For his abilities, though not so ominous as any think, are very potent. His inherent subconscious was well aware that Grendel would not be able to handle his powers, so they were involuntarily repressed, much like memories of traumatic events or even a person's entire past may be repressed in the form of amnesia. But then Grendel's sister died. His mind could not handle the pressures and stresses, so to compensate, it allowed his powers to be unleashed. He saw his sister again. Grendel did. He saw her ghost crying and sobbing next to her own dead body. Then he found he could see other ghosts as well. For a while he thought he was crazy, or perhaps just a simple psychic, but the power took on a new form. He began to see other people that shouldn't be there. He could see a person's true self and nature in personified form. He could see a person's memories re-enacted at the place where they occurred if they happened to be a memory of a particularly strong or impressionable event. He could see the people doing things before they did them, say things before they said them. Through all this, he has become proficient in spotting liars. He can steal information about people without ever trying to. He can see all their emotions and desires laid absolutley bare before them when they don't even know it themselves. Through his abilities, he has an entirely warped and distanced view of the world, and his opinions of people never match what one would initially expect. He is enemies with those who would normally be friends, and friends with those who would normally be enemies. His powers have made him as unpredictable as they are themselves. Every day he learns something new about them, and through that, something new about himself. The only constant is that he always sees his sister's ghost. She is with him always, even if he can't see her, he knows she's there. He can feel her presence and make it revealed. Because she's a ghost, he cannot use all his abilities to their full potential on her, but he can sense enough to know she is not happy with the person he has becoe. He is determined to make her see that he is doing what is best, even if she cannot. His powers, truly, have broken them. He is dead inside, no less a ghost than she. He kills and wants to be killed. It is always she who stops him in the end, and maybe someday, she can save him from himself.
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