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Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-07-30T03:17:39Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = neutral
| status = pc
| species = Doppelganger
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Fifteen
| image = Fifteen1.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = ERROR 413 - PLEASE CONTACT SYSADMIN CASSINI
| nationality = Unknown
| residence = Unknown
| twitter =
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the heautoscopic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Tryonean mystery - IMITATION IS THE MOST SINCERE FORM OF FLATTERY - I never forget a face - WITNESS - Fifteen.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror. Does a facsimile retain the emotions and desires of the original? The changeling hesitates to answer, unsure. Does a replica bleed like the genuine article when poked, prodded, or cut? Fifteen can recall that answer far faster.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It was hiding from the Watchful Eye, from Big Blue Brother. On the run after a short but painful stint in captivity at the Canadian research facility. This replicant had no desire to be the plaything of curious researchers nor a pawn for ambitious middle managers. When the remote laboratory fell to chaos and darkness beneath the blade of the horse-faced assassin Fifteen capitalized on the opportunity. It escaped from its prison with a new face and new enemy. Now it travels south along the New England coastline, unaware that it walks into Mordor itself. Much like the Big Apple itself, the All-Seeing Eye never sleeps, nor does it forget.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
What is now trivial act of cyber crime was once the territory of illusionists, and before that nature itself. Technology replaced magic replaced nature, lather, rinse, repeat. The doppelganger has lived long enough to see the cycle repeat in other aspects of the secret world and so it bides its time. There is safety in staying under the radar, but Fifteen can do so until age takes the operator and moss or vine claim the dish as their domain. Its kind are masters par excellence in matters patient and surreptitious. Your kind should take note.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate the unrecorded histories.

It thinks of a time long before when doppelfolk were not as scarce. Seven hundred years plus since it saw the last other of its kind, though the memory of tribal infighting sends hairline cracks snaking across rose-tinted glasses. Doppelganger never created their own society nor kept their own history. Indeed, they didn't even bear names as a culture or individually. It simply wasn't their way. Adopting that of others was. To act as separate proved they existed, and every prosecutor knows that lack of evidence creates safety for the accused.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate the empathic protocol.

Fifteen was becoming hungry, a problem not solved with hotdogs of dubious origin. It was an appetite sated by absorbing the emotional output of others. How do you feel about vampirism, sweetling? A doppelganger needs to find someone who trusts or fears it or starvation becomes a harrowing possibility. Perhaps it was time to make a deal. "I'll render a service to you in exchange for your gratitude". It was suspiciously simplistic, benevolent even, but it never failed. Everyone wants something.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
ENTRY 7 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time." The changeling laughs and reassures them of her authenticity. The ease at which humans accept what they see sharply contrasts the Golden Rule of the secret world: nothing is as it seems.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
ENTRY 10 LOCKED

=• OOC Information •=
As a doppelganger, Fifteen spends her time looking like other characters; her current "facemate" is Illuminati agent Eleanor Koenig. While they are physically identical from outward appearance, Fifteen is considered an incomplete replica in that she only appears the same on the surface. To cut into or otherwise internally examine Fifteen would reveal that anything more than a few millimeters beneath the surface of her skin is a black viscous fluid. Only through exposure and emotional connection to her facemate can she further refine her replication into one being indistinguishable from that of the genuine article.

Given her pliable physical nature, harming her through mundane ways is somewhat difficult. She can absorb the impact of mundane strikes by lowering her density at that location, or she can increase her density at a given point to increase physical resistance, though as her replication is perfected she becomes more like her facemate internally as well. She has a finite mass and any changes to her form require her to have the requisite bodily function to form at the very least a mass "shell".

Fifteen is a natural fey creature and has a great susceptibility to magic and sub-zero temperatures. Her ability to resist threats is severely diminished when she is deprived sustenance, though it takes a remarkable length of time for her to suffer the effects of hunger if she is not expending energy in combat or to facemate.

Fifteen's strongest asset is her knowledge of the world thanks to the memories she has absorbed over the centuries. While she is not a genius of intuition, she has an encyclopedic level of knowledge from lifetimes of experienced facemates. Lastly, as a species unaffected by aging, she is incredibly patient.

Fey characters can detect that she is not human at any stage of replication perfection, and while physical examination cannot after a certain progression in replication, magical means can tell in almost all situations prior to a perfect replication. While it is said that she smells distinctly unusual, like a strange chemical, upon close examination by those with superior olfactory sense, there is no hard evidence that can be proven that she actually does smell differently than a facemate. Those gifted with supernatural sight can also determine that she is not the genuine article by looking at her eyes; they have red irises when truly examined, though inexplicably mundane people cannot seem to notice it even when it is pointed out, instead seeing the color of the facemate's eyes.

Fifteen is currently on the run from the Illuminati, from whom she has escaped captivity and experimentation.



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<div id="fcb_text"><p>An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror.</p>
<p>''"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time."''</p>
<p>She laughs.</p>
<p>The Golden Rule of the Secret World: nothing is as it seems.</p></div>
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[[Category:Featured_Characters]]
<headertabs/>

Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-07-30T02:57:05Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = neutral
| status = pc
| species = Doppelganger
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Fifteen
| image = Fifteen1.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = ERROR 413 - PLEASE CONTACT SYSADMIN CASSINI
| nationality = Unknown
| residence = Unknown
| twitter =
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the heautoscopic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Tryonean mystery - IMITATION IS THE MOST SINCERE FORM OF FLATTERY - I never forget a face - WITNESS - Fifteen.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror. Does a facsimile retain the emotions and desires of the original? The changeling hesitates to answer, unsure. Does a replica bleed like the genuine article when poked, prodded, or cut? Fifteen can recall that answer far faster.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It was hiding from the Watchful Eye, from Big Blue Brother. On the run after a short but painful stint in captivity at the Canadian research facility. This replicant had no desire to be the plaything of curious researchers nor a pawn for ambitious middle managers. When the remote laboratory fell to chaos and darkness beneath the blade of the horse-faced assassin Fifteen capitalized on the opportunity. It escaped from its prison with a new face and new enemy. Now it travels south along the New England coastline, unaware that it walks into Mordor itself. Much like the Big Apple itself, the All-Seeing Eye never sleeps, nor does it forget.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
What is now trivial act of cyber crime was once the territory of illusionists, and before that nature itself. Technology replaced magic replaced nature, lather, rinse, repeat. The doppelganger has lived long enough to see the cycle repeat in other aspects of the secret world and so it bides its time. There is safety in staying under the radar, but Fifteen can do so until age takes the operator and moss or vine claim the dish as their domain. Its kind are masters par excellence in matters patient and surreptitious. Your kind should take note.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate the unrecorded histories.

It thinks of a time long before when doppelfolk were not as scarce. Seven hundred years plus since it saw the last other of its kind, though the memory of tribal infighting sends hairline cracks snaking across rose-tinted glasses. Doppelganger never created their own society nor kept their own history. Indeed, they didn't even bear names as a culture or individually. It simply wasn't their way. Adopting that of others was. To act as separate proved they existed, and every prosecutor knows that lack of evidence creates safety for the accused.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate the empathic protocol.

Fifteen was becoming hungry, a problem not solved with hotdogs of dubious origin. It was an appetite sated by absorbing the emotional output of others. How do you feel about vampirism, sweetling? A doppelganger needs to find someone who trusts or fears it or starvation becomes a harrowing possibility. Perhaps it was time to make a deal. "I'll render a service to you in exchange for your gratitude". It was suspiciously simplistic, benevolent even, but it never failed. Everyone wants something.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
ENTRY 7 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time." The changeling laughs and reassures them of her authenticity. The ease at which humans accept what they see sharply contrasts the Golden Rule of the secret world: nothing is as it seems.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
ENTRY 10 LOCKED

=• OOC Information •=
As a doppelganger, Fifteen spends her time looking like other characters; her current "facemate" is Illuminati agent Eleanor Koenig. While they are physically identical from outward appearance, Fifteen is considered an incomplete replica in that she only appears the same on the surface. To cut into or otherwise internally examine Fifteen would reveal that anything more than a few millimeters beneath the surface of her skin is a black viscous fluid. Only through exposure and emotional connection to her facemate can she further refine her replication into one being indistinguishable from that of the genuine article.

Given her pliable physical nature, harming her through mundane ways is somewhat difficult. She can absorb the impact of mundane strikes by lowering her density at that location, or she can increase her density at a given point to increase physical resistance, though as her replication is perfected she becomes more like her facemate internally as well. She has a finite mass and any changes to her form require her to have the requisite bodily function to form at the very least a mass "shell".

Fifteen is a natural fey creature and has a great susceptibility to magic and sub-zero temperatures. Her ability to resist threats is severely diminished when she is deprived sustenance, though it takes a remarkable length of time for her to suffer the effects of hunger if she is not expending energy in combat or to facemate.

Fifteen's strongest asset is her knowledge of the world thanks to the memories she has absorbed over the centuries. While she is not a genius of intuition, she has an encyclopedic level of knowledge from lifetimes of experienced facemates. Lastly, as a species unaffected by aging, she is incredibly patient.

Fey characters can detect that she is not human at any stage of replication perfection, and while physical examination cannot after a certain progression in replication, magical means can tell in almost all situations prior to a perfect replication. While it is said that she smells distinctly unusual, like a strange chemical, upon close examination by those with superior olfactory sense, there is no hard evidence that can be proven that she actually does smell differently than a facemate. Those gifted with supernatural sight can also determine that she is not the genuine article by looking at her eyes; they have red irises when truly examined, though inexplicably mundane people cannot seem to notice it even when it is pointed out, instead seeing the color of the facemate's eyes.



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<div id="fcb_text"><p>An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror.</p>
<p>''"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time."''</p>
<p>She laughs.</p>
<p>The Golden Rule of the Secret World: nothing is as it seems.</p></div>
</div>
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[[Category:Featured_Characters]]
<headertabs/>

Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-07-30T02:51:15Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = neutral
| status = pc
| species = Doppelganger
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Fifteen
| image = Fifteen1.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = ERROR 413 - PLEASE CONTACT SYSADMIN CASSINI
| nationality = Unknown
| residence = Unknown
| twitter =
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the heautoscopic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Tryonean mystery - IMITATION IS THE MOST SINCERE FORM OF FLATTERY - I never forget a face - WITNESS - Fifteen.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror. Does a facsimile retain the emotions and desires of the original? The changeling hesitates to answer, unsure. Does a replica bleed like the genuine article when poked, prodded, or cut? Fifteen can recall that answer far faster.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It was hiding from the Watchful Eye, from Big Blue Brother. On the run after a short but painful stint in captivity at the Canadian research facility. This replicant had no desire to be the plaything of curious researchers nor a pawn for ambitious middle managers. When the remote laboratory fell to chaos and darkness beneath the blade of the horse-faced assassin Fifteen capitalized on the opportunity. It escaped from its prison with a new face and new enemy. Now it travels south along the New England coastline, unaware that it walks into Mordor itself. Much like the Big Apple itself, the All-Seeing Eye never sleeps, nor does it forget.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
What is now trivial act of cyber crime was once the territory of illusionists, and before that nature itself. Technology replaced magic replaced nature, lather, rinse, repeat. The doppelganger has lived long enough to see the cycle repeat in other aspects of the secret world and so it bides its time. There is safety in staying under the radar, but Fifteen can do so until age takes the operator and moss or vine claim the dish as their domain. Its kind are masters par excellence in matters patient and surreptitious. Your kind should take note.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate the unrecorded histories.

It thinks of a time long before when doppelfolk were not as scarce. Seven hundred years plus since it saw the last other of its kind, though the memory of tribal infighting sends hairline cracks snaking across rose-tinted glasses. Doppelganger never created their own society nor kept their own history. Indeed, they didn't even bear names as a culture or individually. It simply wasn't their way. Adopting that of others was. To act as separate proved they existed, and every prosecutor knows that lack of evidence creates safety for the accused.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate the empathic protocol.

Fifteen was becoming hungry, a problem not solved with hotdogs of dubious origin. It was an appetite sated by absorbing the emotional output of others. How do you feel about vampirism, sweetling? A doppelganger needs to find someone who trusts or fears it or starvation becomes a harrowing possibility. Perhaps it was time to make a deal. "I'll render a service to you in exchange for your gratitude". It was suspiciously simplistic, benevolent even, but it never failed. Everyone wants something.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
ENTRY 7 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time." The changeling laughs and reassures them of her authenticity. The ease at which humans accept what they see sharply contrasts the Golden Rule of the secret world: nothing is as it seems.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
ENTRY 10 LOCKED

=• OOC Information •=
As a doppelganger, Fifteen spends her time looking like other characters; her current "facemate" is Illuminati agent Eleanor Koenig. While they are physically identical from outward appearance, Fifteen is considered an incomplete replica in that she only appears the same on the surface. To cut into or otherwise internally examine Fifteen would reveal that anything more than a few millimeters beneath the surface of her skin is a black viscous fluid. Only through exposure and emotional connection to her facemate can she further refine her replication into one being indistinguishable from that of the genuine article.

Given her pliable physical nature, harming her through mundane ways is somewhat difficult. She can absorb the impact of mundane strikes by lowering her density at that location, or she can increase her density at a given point to increase physical resistance, though as her replication is perfected she becomes more like her facemate internally as well. She has a finite mass and any changes to her form require her to have the requisite bodily function to form at the very least a mass "shell".

Fifteen is a natural fey creature and has a great susceptibility to magic and sub-zero temperatures. Her ability to resist threats is severely diminished when she is deprived sustenance, though it takes a remarkable length of time for her to suffer the effects of hunger if she is not expending energy in combat or to facemate.

Fifteen's strongest asset is her knowledge of the world thanks to the memories she has absorbed over the centuries. While she is not a genius of intuition, she has an encyclopedic level of knowledge from lifetimes of experienced facemates. Lastly, as a species unaffected by aging, she is incredibly patient.



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<div id="fcb_text"><p>An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror.</p>
<p>''"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time."''</p>
<p>She laughs.</p>
<p>The Golden Rule of the Secret World: nothing is as it seems.</p></div>
</div>
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[[Category:Featured_Characters]]
<headertabs/>

Eleanor Koenig

2017-07-24T19:50:59Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = illuminati
| status = pc
| species = mortal human
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Libra
| image = eleanor2.jpg
| organization = Gemini Project (defunct)
| job_title = Security Chief (former)
| aliases = The Devil of Dagne, Gemini Six
| twitter =
| gender = Female
| age = 34
| nationality = American
| residence = North Carolina (previous)
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the sociopathic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the lost motherhood - SHE WHO LOSES EVERYTHING FEARS NOTHING - initiate the singular love - SACRIFICE ALL TO RECLAIM ONE - initiate a deal with the Devil of Dagne - WITNESS - Eleanor Koenig.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Before she was a killer she was a mother, and before that a student of war. A pedigree of fine military service rolled like red carpet in front of hesitant feet. Step upon it and confront a destiny forefathers dreamt for you before you were born in the wrong body. Her father only stopped reminding her of that shortcoming once six men carried him out the church doors.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
Mr. Koenig didn't let the perceived handicap of having a daughter dissuade him. Her weekends were spent on firing ranges, her evenings learning how to miss the ribs when one stabs with a knife. She'd make him proud despite her sensitive predisposition. Are you proud now, Sir? Did she stack the bodies high enough for you to hide the disappointment on your face behind?

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
Twenty years after Maj. Koenig choked out his final impotent curses. The wayward daughter now has blossoming progeny of her own. A sweet woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a bitter world. A delicious cake started with broken eggs, and often involves a knife near the end. The two vacation to Europe as a reward for the younger's university acceptance. Their trip starts in London with laughter. It ends in France with blood.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate memory block deconstruction.

Some lessons simply can't be forgotten no matter how hard we try, sweetling. Forced memorization of survival skills echo in the lizard brain of a mother losing control. They bubble to the surface, popping like pimples upon a pubescent face, pardoxically proud and embarrassed. Carnage broke out during their tour of the vineyards of Val de Dagne. Her child has been bitten by the creatures before their minds registered the danger. Some shambled, some ran, but all chased and were ravenous. Mother and daughter absconded in the tour guide's abandoned truck blindly down dirt roads, fleeing from the screams. Kilometers fly by red-smeared windows, and delicious red sauce flows freely from the daughter's nose. She tastes of it greedily and wants more. Eleanor isn't aware that she has already lost the happiest part of her life.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
The helicopters drop off armed agents in blue and black jackets. The see smoke, carnage, and tire tracks leading down the road. Did witnesses escape? The blood cult had dabbled in something it couldn't control. Survivors lead to questions, and the only questions The Pyramidion endures are the ones it asks. Five agents silently follow the haphazard trail, coverup ants chasing the scent of escaped sugar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
INITIATE RADIO INTERCEPT

"She's not moving, ma'am. Just sitting on the roof of the vehicle. No, ma'am. Yes, she appears to know, but she's not talking to us. Because she's sitting above a mobile hostile in the passenger seat, ma'am. Maybe in shock. She's just staring out at nothing. Yes, ma'am. Orders? Yes, ma'am.

...

We've suffered casualties, ma'am. No, only the one woman. Three compromised agents, ma'am. She did, with some improvised blade. Yes, ma'am. Myself and Lion Two, ma'am. Subdued, not disposed of. Repeat, ma'am? Acknowledged. Escorting to exfil point. And the hostile in the car? Yes, ma'am."

INTERCEPT TERMINATED.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
Unchain the anathema.

Three years, five psychological evaluations, and one promise of the impossible later. The Devil came out of Dagne. She was given choice and played her hand. The House always wins, though. She's a willing slave to sharp-tongued people in sharper blue suits flashing the sharpest smiles. They love her results. The handler tells the neophyte that things have been acceptable at best. They'll use her until she fails or dies, a prospect she has no qualm with. She lives for her work and the deal they made her when they escorted her into the office three years prior. Now she is a bitter woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a secret world.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED

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<headertabs/>

Reza Yazdi

2017-07-24T19:50:14Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = dragon
| status = pc
| species = Human ex-Bee
| player = Jinx
| nickname = OP
| image = OP2_resized.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = Party Pony, Overpowered, Horsefaced Chillah, Prince of Prance, Reza the Razor
| twitter =
| gender = Male
| age =
| nationality =
| residence =
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the debauchery signal - RECEIVE - initiate the death of immortality - I CAN'T HEAR THE VOICES OVER ALL OF THIS FUN - nightmares aren't a problem if you never sleep - WITNESS - OP.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Sweating bodies undulate to bassy rhythms. No one stops at a single drink. A neon sea of commercial television's favorite demographic overcrowds a warehouse of more modest trappings. Everyone here shares the singular goal of trying to forget. Enter the Mad Hatter of this Wonderland tea party, the pony-headed patron saint of party himself, OP.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It's hard to tell if he is enjoying himself or if he merely makes appearances to satisfy social decorum. He speaks and his horse mask betrays no emotion or energy. He dances and others join, mesmerized by his outrageous bravado. He drinks until he is the only one left drinking before moving to less legal forms of chemical coo-coo-ca-choo.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
None of this is a special event for him. These details are not a flag waved high above the ramparts, but rather the bricks and mortar of the castle as well as the language spoken in its halls. Welcome to the Garden of Hedon, where OP attempts to pelvic thrust forbidden fruit straight off the tree. If the night is his mistress, his lawful wife in the day has not seem him in years.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
The man in the mask was not always so. He was respected in certain circles, even admired by his younger students, as a masterful swordplay instructor. His ripostes both verbal and deadly were as intoxicating then as his lifestyle is now. Things changed after he turned in his red jacket and cross in for headphones and a vinyl equine head twenty years prior. Before he was known as OP, he was Reza the Razor.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate migration sequence.

For almost three hundred years he wore red and white with boundless pride. Before that he wandered Persia as a sellsword for a century. He followed coin and women that chased the setting sun. Led to the seas by promise of easy pay aboard a trade ship, he bobbed and sloshed his miserable way to Europe, where he promptly swore off sea travel permanently. His exoticism made him a popular character amongst the locals, while his skill with blade made him interesting to the Templar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
Many objected to his admittance into the Order. None begrudged his talent. Two hundred and forty years, two hundred battles, and a thousand arguments come to pass. When he is given position as a teacher of the killing arts, cheers and murmurs bounce across stone halls. In time his instruction turns the tide for countless encounters. His supportive following grows ever larger, but you mortals are so given to base emotion, and jealousy grows in darkness far faster. What happens when the love of the new philosophy replaces the fear and respect of the old? Whispers in dark corners. Something must be done with this man.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
A society shrouded in shadows tends to absorb a bit of its surroundings over time. A clandestine deal was struck with the opposition to remove an uppity thorn from bloated side. Reza was needed on the frontlines for a mission he wasn't supposed to come back from. Bad news traveled fast, and word of his betrayal of the Order was ringing in his ears even before the trap had been sprung. It was still too late for him to change the outcome. Thanks for the memories, send a postcard.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
Initiate the superapiological hypothesis.

Unlike with the Templar, the Illuminati exuded a complete sense of situational control with their soon-to-be lab rat. Break the body first, then start the learning process. The recent increase in the appearance of new Bees was a troubling situation for the Illuminati. A market flooded with immortal soldiers reduces the value of all other commodities. There had been no luck in predicting how, when, or where new Bee hosts would pop up or who would be the first to indoctrinate them. Perhaps stopping the flow was the wrong angle to approach from. The thinktank came up with a more interesting question: can a Bee be stripped of its host?

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
So much pain. So few results. Recon showed even Orochi had gotten further into this endeavor than they had, and this angered upper management. Too much time. Too many resources. It was becoming a paranormal boondoggle. Almost all hope was lost until a breakthrough was made, and with startlingly effective results. The Templar now had one Bee fewer. But what to do with the tenacious host? Eradicating the evidence would be easy if not for the many bullets and blades blowing beautiful red flowers onto the sterilized walls of the facility. A sleeping Dragon had woken from its nap and was displeased at what it found in its garden.

=• Lore Entry 11 •=
He limped through the underbelly of Kowloon for three days after walking out of the red-splashed blue lab. It took another two weeks for him to even find a fellow Crusader. He was not met with open arms. He was a liability now, a compromised asset. There were rumors of failed defection. Even after grueling interrogation, the verdict was heartbreaking but not unexpected. Stripped of title, home, and purpose, he limped down the steps from Temple Hall and into a world he didn't understand or care to.

=• Lore Entry 12 •=
Recall the payphone monologue.

Ring, ring. It's for you. Are you enjoying your freedom? It was the least we could do for you. A package will arrive at 3:24PM tomorrow at the green door across the hall. Get there a few minutes early and sign for it. It is yours. Do with it what you will. Your mortal fate is in your hands now. Click.

=• Lore Entry 13 •=
The moment he opened the package he found purpose. In it he found a new jacket, phone, a mask, a business card, and self-actualization. Now he bends knee to no master, has no face, and abandoned his name. The occasional texts he gets from the unlisted number merely suggest tasks for him to occupy himself with, and any he completes rewards him well. The newest text gives him a titillating hint that karmic retribution may be in order in New Brunswick. An Illuminati research facility is attempting once more to cheat nature. It's time to return the favor.

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<headertabs/>

Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-07-24T19:49:39Z

Jinx:

Eleanor Koenig

2017-07-03T02:36:57Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = illuminati
| status = pc
| species = mortal human
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Libra
| image = eleanor2.jpg
| organization = Gemini Project (defunct)
| job_title = Security Chief (former)
| aliases = The Devil of Dagne, Gemini Six
| twitter =
| gender = Female
| age = 34
| nationality = American
| residence = North Carolina (previous)
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the sociopathic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the lost motherhood - SHE WHO LOSES EVERYTHING FEARS NOTHING - initiate the singular love - SACRIFICE ALL TO RECLAIM ONE - initiate a deal with the Devil of Dagne - WITNESS - Eleanor Koenig.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Before she was a killer she was a mother, and before that a student of war. A pedigree of fine military service rolled like red carpet in front of hesitant feet. Step upon it and confront a destiny forefathers dreamt for you before you were born in the wrong body. Her father only stopped reminding her of that shortcoming once six men carried him out the church doors.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
Mr. Koenig didn't let the perceived handicap of having a daughter dissuade him. Her weekends were spent on firing ranges, her evenings learning how to miss the ribs when one stabs with a knife. She'd make him proud despite her sensitive predisposition. Are you proud now, Sir? Did she stack the bodies high enough for you to hide the disappointment on your face behind?

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
Twenty years after Maj. Koenig choked out his final impotent curses. The wayward daughter now has blossoming progeny of her own. A sweet woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a bitter world. A delicious cake started with broken eggs, and often involves a knife near the end. The two vacation to Europe as a reward for the younger's university acceptance. Their trip starts in London with laughter. It ends in France with blood.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate memory block deconstruction.

Some lessons simply can't be forgotten no matter how hard we try, sweetling. Forced memorization of survival skills echo in the lizard brain of a mother losing control. They bubble to the surface, popping like pimples upon a pubescent face, pardoxically proud and embarrassed. Carnage broke out during their tour of the vineyards of Val de Dagne. Her child has been bitten by the creatures before their minds registered the danger. Some shambled, some ran, but all chased and were ravenous. Mother and daughter absconded in the tour guide's abandoned truck blindly down dirt roads, fleeing from the screams. Kilometers fly by red-smeared windows, and delicious red sauce flows freely from the daughter's nose. She tastes of it greedily and wants more. Eleanor isn't aware that she has already lost the happiest part of her life.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
The helicopters drop off armed agents in blue and black jackets. The see smoke, carnage, and tire tracks leading down the road. Did witnesses escape? The blood cult had dabbled in something it couldn't control. Survivors lead to questions, and the only questions The Pyramidion endures are the ones it asks. Five agents silently follow the haphazard trail, coverup ants chasing the scent of escaped sugar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
INITIATE RADIO INTERCEPT

"She's not moving, ma'am. Just sitting on the roof of the vehicle. No, ma'am. Yes, she appears to know, but she's not talking to us. Because she's sitting above a mobile hostile in the passenger seat, ma'am. Maybe in shock. She's just staring out at nothing. Yes, ma'am. Orders? Yes, ma'am.

...

We've suffered casualties, ma'am. No, only the one woman. Three compromised agents, ma'am. She did, with some improvised blade. Yes, ma'am. Myself and Lion Two, ma'am. Subdued, not disposed of. Repeat, ma'am? Acknowledged. Escorting to exfil point. And the hostile in the car? Yes, ma'am."

INTERCEPT TERMINATED.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
Unchain the anathema.

Three years, five psychological evaluations, and one promise of the impossible later. The Devil came out of Dagne. She was given choice and played her hand. The House always wins, though. She's a willing slave to sharp-tongued people in sharper blue suits flashing the sharpest smiles. They love her results. The handler tells the neophyte that things have been acceptable at best. They'll use her until she fails or dies, a prospect she has no qualm with. She lives for her work and the deal they made her when they escorted her into the office three years prior. Now she is a bitter woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a secret world.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED


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Reza Yazdi

2017-06-21T06:32:30Z

Jinx: Created page with "{{Character | faction = dragon | status = pc | species = Human ex-Bee | player = Jinx | nickname = OP | image = OP2_resized.jpg | organization = | job_title = | aliases = Pa..."

{{Character
| faction = dragon
| status = pc
| species = Human ex-Bee
| player = Jinx
| nickname = OP
| image = OP2_resized.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = Party Pony, Overpowered, Horsefaced Chillah, Prince of Prance, Reza the Razor
| twitter =
| gender = Male
| age =
| nationality =
| residence =
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the debauchery signal - RECEIVE - initiate the death of immortality - I CAN'T HEAR THE VOICES OVER ALL OF THIS FUN - nightmares aren't a problem if you never sleep - WITNESS - OP.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Sweating bodies undulate to bassy rhythms. No one stops at a single drink. A neon sea of commercial television's favorite demographic overcrowds a warehouse of more modest trappings. Everyone here shares the singular goal of trying to forget. Enter the Mad Hatter of this Wonderland tea party, the pony-headed patron saint of party himself, OP.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It's hard to tell if he is enjoying himself or if he merely makes appearances to satisfy social decorum. He speaks and his horse mask betrays no emotion or energy. He dances and others join, mesmerized by his outrageous bravado. He drinks until he is the only one left drinking before moving to less legal forms of chemical coo-coo-ca-choo.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
None of this is a special event for him. These details are not a flag waved high above the ramparts, but rather the bricks and mortar of the castle as well as the language spoken in its halls. Welcome to the Garden of Hedon, where OP attempts to pelvic thrust forbidden fruit straight off the tree. If the night is his mistress, his lawful wife in the day has not seem him in years.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
The man in the mask was not always so. He was respected in certain circles, even admired by his younger students, as a masterful swordplay instructor. His ripostes both verbal and deadly were as intoxicating then as his lifestyle is now. Things changed after he turned in his red jacket and cross in for headphones and a vinyl equine head twenty years prior. Before he was known as OP, he was Reza the Razor.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate migration sequence.

For almost three hundred years he wore red and white with boundless pride. Before that he wandered Persia as a sellsword for a century. He followed coin and women that chased the setting sun. Led to the seas by promise of easy pay aboard a trade ship, he bobbed and sloshed his miserable way to Europe, where he promptly swore off sea travel permanently. His exoticism made him a popular character amongst the locals, while his skill with blade made him interesting to the Templar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
Many objected to his admittance into the Order. None begrudged his talent. Two hundred and forty years, two hundred battles, and a thousand arguments come to pass. When he is given position as a teacher of the killing arts, cheers and murmurs bounce across stone halls. In time his instruction turns the tide for countless encounters. His supportive following grows ever larger, but you mortals are so given to base emotion, and jealousy grows in darkness far faster. What happens when the love of the new philosophy replaces the fear and respect of the old? Whispers in dark corners. Something must be done with this man.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
A society shrouded in shadows tends to absorb a bit of its surroundings over time. A clandestine deal was struck with the opposition to remove an uppity thorn from bloated side. Reza was needed on the frontlines for a mission he wasn't supposed to come back from. Bad news traveled fast, and word of his betrayal of the Order was ringing in his ears even before the trap had been sprung. It was still too late for him to change the outcome. Thanks for the memories, send a postcard.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
Initiate the superapiological hypothesis.

Unlike with the Templar, the Illuminati exuded a complete sense of situational control with their soon-to-be lab rat. Break the body first, then start the learning process. The recent increase in the appearance of new Bees was a troubling situation for the Illuminati. A market flooded with immortal soldiers reduces the value of all other commodities. There had been no luck in predicting how, when, or where new Bee hosts would pop up or who would be the first to indoctrinate them. Perhaps stopping the flow was the wrong angle to approach from. The thinktank came up with a more interesting question: can a Bee be stripped of its host?

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
So much pain. So few results. Recon showed even Orochi had gotten further into this endeavor than they had, and this angered upper management. Too much time. Too many resources. It was becoming a paranormal boondoggle. Almost all hope was lost until a breakthrough was made, and with startlingly effective results. The Templar now had one Bee fewer. But what to do with the tenacious host? Eradicating the evidence would be easy if not for the many bullets and blades blowing beautiful red flowers onto the sterilized walls of the facility. A sleeping Dragon had woken from its nap and was displeased at what it found in its garden.

=• Lore Entry 11 •=
He limped through the underbelly of Kowloon for three days after walking out of the red-splashed blue lab. It took another two weeks for him to even find a fellow Crusader. He was not met with open arms. He was a liability now, a compromised asset. There were rumors of failed defection. Even after grueling interrogation, the verdict was heartbreaking but not unexpected. Stripped of title, home, and purpose, he limped down the steps from Temple Hall and into a world he didn't understand or care to.

=• Lore Entry 12 •=
Recall the payphone monologue.

Ring, ring. It's for you. Are you enjoying your freedom? It was the least we could do for you. A package will arrive at 3:24PM tomorrow at the green door across the hall. Get there a few minutes early and sign for it. It is yours. Do with it what you will. Your mortal fate is in your hands now. Click.

=• Lore Entry 13 •=
The moment he opened the package he found purpose. In it he found a new jacket, phone, a mask, a business card, and self-actualization. Now he bends knee to no master, has no face, and abandoned his name. The occasional texts he gets from the unlisted number merely suggest tasks for him to occupy himself with, and any he completes rewards him well. The newest text gives him a titillating hint that karmic retribution may be in order in New Brunswick. An Illuminati research facility is attempting once more to cheat nature. It's time to return the favor.


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File:OP2 resized.jpg

2017-06-21T05:28:34Z

Jinx: THE PARTY PONY NEEDS TO FEEL THE LOVE, BEAUTIFULS! LET'S SEE THOSE BODIES MOVE!

THE PARTY PONY NEEDS TO FEEL THE LOVE, BEAUTIFULS! LET'S SEE THOSE BODIES MOVE!

Eleanor Koenig

2017-06-20T23:36:11Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = illuminati
| status = pc
| species = mortal human
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Eleanor Koenig
| image = eleanor2.jpg
| organization = Gemini Project (defunct)
| job_title = Security Chief (former)
| aliases = The Devil of Dagne, Gemini Six
| twitter =
| gender = Female
| age = 34
| nationality = American
| residence = North Carolina (previous)
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the sociopathic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the lost motherhood - SHE WHO LOSES EVERYTHING FEARS NOTHING - initiate the singular love - SACRIFICE ALL TO RECLAIM ONE - initiate a deal with the Devil of Dagne - WITNESS - Eleanor Koenig.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Before she was a killer she was a mother, and before that a student of war. A pedigree of fine military service rolled like red carpet in front of hesitant feet. Step upon it and confront a destiny forefathers dreamt for you before you were born in the wrong body. Her father only stopped reminding her of that shortcoming once six men carried him out the church doors.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
Mr. Koenig didn't let the perceived handicap of having a daughter dissuade him. Her weekends were spent on firing ranges, her evenings learning how to miss the ribs when one stabs with a knife. She'd make him proud despite her sensitive predisposition. Are you proud now, Sir? Did she stack the bodies high enough for you to hide the disappointment on your face behind?

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
Twenty years after Maj. Koenig choked out his final impotent curses. The wayward daughter now has blossoming progeny of her own. A sweet woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a bitter world. A delicious cake started with broken eggs, and often involves a knife near the end. The two vacation to Europe as a reward for the younger's university acceptance. Their trip starts in London with laughter. It ends in France with blood.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate memory block deconstruction.

Some lessons simply can't be forgotten no matter how hard we try, sweetling. Forced memorization of survival skills echo in the lizard brain of a mother losing control. They bubble to the surface, popping like pimples upon a pubescent face, pardoxically proud and embarrassed. Carnage broke out during their tour of the vineyards of Val de Dagne. Her child has been bitten by the creatures before their minds registered the danger. Some shambled, some ran, but all chased and were ravenous. Mother and daughter absconded in the tour guide's abandoned truck blindly down dirt roads, fleeing from the screams. Kilometers fly by red-smeared windows, and delicious red sauce flows freely from the daughter's nose. She tastes of it greedily and wants more. Eleanor isn't aware that she has already lost the happiest part of her life.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
The helicopters drop off armed agents in blue and black jackets. The see smoke, carnage, and tire tracks leading down the road. Did witnesses escape? The blood cult had dabbled in something it couldn't control. Survivors lead to questions, and the only questions The Pyramidion endures are the ones it asks. Five agents silently follow the haphazard trail, coverup ants chasing the scent of escaped sugar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
INITIATE RADIO INTERCEPT

"She's not moving, ma'am. Just sitting on the roof of the vehicle. No, ma'am. Yes, she appears to know, but she's not talking to us. Because she's sitting above a mobile hostile in the passenger seat, ma'am. Maybe in shock. She's just staring out at nothing. Yes, ma'am. Orders? Yes, ma'am.

...

We've suffered casualties, ma'am. No, only the one woman. Three compromised agents, ma'am. She did, with some improvised blade. Yes, ma'am. Myself and Lion Two, ma'am. Subdued, not disposed of. Repeat, ma'am? Acknowledged. Escorting to exfil point. And the hostile in the car? Yes, ma'am."

INTERCEPT TERMINATED.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
Unchain the anathema.

Three years, five psychological evaluations, and one promise of the impossible later. The Devil came out of Dagne. She was given choice and played her hand. The House always wins, though. She's a willing slave to sharp-tongued people in sharper blue suits flashing the sharpest smiles. They love her results. The handler tells the neophyte that things have been acceptable at best. They'll use her until she fails or dies, a prospect she has no qualm with. She lives for her work and the deal they made her when they escorted her into the office three years prior. Now she is a bitter woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a secret world.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED


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Eleanor Koenig

2017-06-20T23:24:30Z

Jinx:

{{Character
| faction = illuminati
| status = pc
| species = mortal human
| player = Jinx
| nickname = Eleanor Koenig
| image = eleanor2.jpg
| organization = Gemini Project (defunct)
| job_title = Security Chief (former)
| aliases = The Devil of Dagne, Gemini Six
| twitter =
| gender = Female
| age = 34
| nationality = American
| residence = North Carolina (previous)
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the sociopathic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the lost motherhood - SHE WHO LOSES EVERYTHING FEARS NOTHING - initiate the singular love - SACRIFICE ALL TO RECLAIM ONE - initiate a deal with the Devil of Dagne - WITNESS - Eleanor Koenig.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Before she was a killer she was a mother, and before that a student of war. A pedigree of fine military service rolled like red carpet in front of hesitant feet. Step upon it and confront a destiny forefathers dreamt for you before you were born in the wrong body. Her father only stopped reminding her of that shortcoming once six men carried him out the church doors.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
Mr. Koenig didn't let the perceived handicap of having a daughter dissuade him. Her weekends were spent on firing ranges, her evenings learning how to miss the ribs when one stabs with a knife. She'd make him proud despite her sensitive predisposition. Are you proud now, Sir? Did she stack the bodies high enough for you to hide the disappointment on your face behind?

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
Twenty years after Maj. Koenig choked out his final impotent curses. The wayward daughter now has blossoming progeny of her own. A sweet woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a bitter world. A delicious cake started with broken eggs, and often involves a knife near the end. The two vacation to Europe as a reward for the younger's university acceptance. Their trip starts in London with laughter. It ends in France with blood.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate memory block deconstruction.

Some lessons simply can't be forgotten no matter how hard we try, sweetling. Forced memorization of survival skills echo in the lizard brain of a mother losing control. They bubble to the surface, popping like pimples upon a pubescent face, pardoxically proud and embarrassed. Carnage broke out during their tour of the vineyards of Val de Dagne. Her child has been bitten by the creatures before their minds registered the danger. Some shambled, some ran, but all chased and were ravenous. Mother and daughter absconded in the tour guide's abandoned truck blindly down dirt roads, fleeing from the screams. Kilometers fly by red-smeared windows, and delicious red sauce flows freely from the daughter's nose. She tastes of it greedily and wants more. Eleanor isn't aware that she has already lost the happiest part of her life.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
The helicopters drop off armed agents in blue and black jackets. The see smoke, carnage, and tire tracks leading down the road. Did witnesses escape? The blood cult had dabbled in something it couldn't control. Survivors lead to questions, and the only questions The Pyramidion endures are the ones it asks. Five agents silently follow the haphazard trail, coverup ants chasing the scent of escaped sugar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
INITIATE RADIO INTERCEPT

"She's not moving, ma'am. Just sitting on the roof of the vehicle. No, ma'am. Yes, she appears to know, but she's not talking to us. Because she's sitting above a mobile hostile in the passenger seat, ma'am. Maybe in shock. She's just staring out at nothing. Yes, ma'am. Orders? Yes, ma'am.

...

We've suffered casualties, ma'am. No, only the one woman. Three compromised agents, ma'am. She did, with some improvised blade. Yes, ma'am. Myself and Lion Two, ma'am. Subdued, not disposed of. Repeat, ma'am? Acknowledged. Escorting to exfil point. And the hostile in the car? Yes, ma'am."

INTERCEPT TERMINATED.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
Three years, five psychological evaluations, and one promise of the impossible later. The Devil came out of Dagne. She was given choice and played her hand. The House always wins, though. She's a willing slave to sharp-tongued people in sharper blue suits flashing the sharpest smiles. They love her results. The handler tells the neophyte that things have been acceptable at best. They'll use her until she fails or dies, a prospect she has no qualm with. She lives for her work and the deal they made her when they escorted her into the office three years prior. Now she is a bitter woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a secret world.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED


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Eleanor Koenig

2017-06-20T22:35:06Z

Jinx: Created page with "{{Character | faction = illuminati | status = pc | species = mortal human | player = Jinx | nickname = | image = eleanor2.jpg | organization = Gemini Project (defunct) | job_t..."

{{Character
| faction = illuminati
| status = pc
| species = mortal human
| player = Jinx
| nickname =
| image = eleanor2.jpg
| organization = Gemini Project (defunct)
| job_title = Security Chief (former)
| aliases = The Devil of Dagne
| twitter =
| gender = Female
| age = 34
| nationality = American
| residence = North Carolina (previous)
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the sociopathic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the lost motherhood - SHE WHO LOSES EVERYTHING FEARS NOTHING - initiate the singular love - SACRIFICE ALL TO RECLAIM ONE - initiate a deal with the Devil of Dagne - WITNESS - Eleanor Koenig.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
Before she was a killer she was a mother, and before that a student of war. A pedigree of fine military service rolled like red carpet in front of hesitant feet. Step upon it and confront a destiny forefathers dreamt for you before you were born in the wrong body. Her father only stopped reminding her of that shortcoming once six men carried him out the church doors.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
Mr. Koenig didn't let the perceived handicap of having a daughter dissuade him. Her weekends were spent on firing ranges, her evenings learning how to miss the ribs when one stabs with a knife. She'd make him proud despite her sensitive predisposition. Are you proud now, Sir? Did she stack the bodies high enough for you to hide the disappointment on your face behind?

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
Twenty years after Maj. Koenig choked out his final impotent curses. The wayward daughter now has blossoming progeny of her own. A sweet woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a bitter world. A delicious cake started with broken eggs, and often involves a knife near the end. The two vacation to Europe as a reward for the younger's university acceptance. Their trip starts in London with laughter. It ends in France with blood.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate memory block deconstruction.

Some lessons simply can't be forgotten no matter how hard we try, sweetling. Forced memorization of survival skills echo in the lizard brain of a mother losing control. They bubble to the surface, popping like pimples upon a pubescent face, pardoxically proud and embarrassed. Carnage broke out during their tour of the vineyards of Val de Dagne. Her child has been bitten by the creatures before their minds registered the danger. Some shambled, some ran, but all chased and were ravenous. Mother and daughter absconded in the tour guide's abandoned truck blindly down dirt roads, fleeing from the screams. Kilometers fly by red-smeared windows, and delicious red sauce flows freely from the daughter's nose. She tastes of it greedily and wants more. Eleanor isn't aware that she has already lost the happiest part of her life.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
The helicopters drop off armed agents in blue and black jackets. The see smoke, carnage, and tire tracks leading down the road. Did witnesses escape? The blood cult had dabbled in something it couldn't control. Survivors lead to questions, and the only questions The Pyramidion endures are the ones it asks. Five agents silently follow the haphazard trail, coverup ants chasing the scent of escaped sugar.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
INITIATE RADIO INTERCEPT

"She's not moving, ma'am. Just sitting on the roof of the vehicle. No, ma'am. Yes, she appears to know, but she's not talking to us. Because she's sitting above a mobile hostile in the passenger seat, ma'am. Maybe in shock. She's just staring out at nothing. Yes, ma'am. Orders? Yes, ma'am.

...

We've suffered casualties, ma'am. No, only the one woman. Three compromised agents, ma'am. She did, with some improvised blade. Yes, ma'am. Myself and Lion Two, ma'am. Subdued, not disposed of. Repeat, ma'am? Acknowledged. Escorting to exfil point. And the hostile in the car? Yes, ma'am."

INTERCEPT TERMINATED.

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
Three years, five psychological evaluations, and one promise of the impossible later. The Devil came out of Dagne. She was given choice and played her hand. The House always wins, though. She's a willing slave to sharp-tongued people in sharper blue suits flashing the sharpest smiles. They love her results. The handler tells the neophyte that things have been acceptable at best. They'll use her until she fails or dies, a prospect she has no qualm with. She lives for her work and the deal they made her when they escorted her into the office three years prior. Now she is a bitter woman trying to raise a sweeter girl in a secret world.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED


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File:Eleanor2.jpg

2017-06-20T21:56:12Z

Jinx: Subject photographed on assignment by [REDACTED]. Further inquiries into the incident, including hospital or next-of-kin records, should be forwarded to Pyramid HR.

Subject photographed on assignment by [REDACTED]. Further inquiries into the incident, including hospital or next-of-kin records, should be forwarded to Pyramid HR.

Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-06-20T20:03:41Z

Jinx:

Aberrant Specimen X-G315

2017-06-20T20:02:44Z

Jinx: Created page with "{{Character | faction = neutral | status = pc | species = Doppelganger | player = Jinx | nickname = "Fifteen" | image = Fifteen1.jpg | organization = | job_title = | aliases..."

{{Character
| faction = neutral
| status = pc
| species = Doppelganger
| player = Jinx
| nickname = "Fifteen"
| image = Fifteen1.jpg
| organization =
| job_title =
| aliases = ERROR 413 - PLEASE CONTACT SYSADMIN CASSINI
| nationality = Unknown
| residence = Unknown
|}}

=• Lore Entry 1 •=
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…

TRANSMIT - initiate the heautoscopic signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Tryonean mystery - IMITATION IS THE MOST SINCERE FORM OF FLATTERY - I never forget a face - WITNESS - Fifteen.

=• Lore Entry 2 •=
An identity thief before the act was crime de jour. A familiar face to everyone save the one staring back in the mirror. Does a facsimile retain the emotions and desires of the original? The changeling hesitates to answer, unsure. Does a replica bleed like the genuine article when poked, prodded, or cut? Fifteen can recall that answer far faster.

=• Lore Entry 3 •=
It was hiding from the Watchful Eye, from Big Blue Brother. On the run after a short but painful stint in captivity at the Canadian research facility. This replicant had no desire to be the plaything of curious researchers nor a pawn for ambitious middle managers. When the remote laboratory fell to chaos and darkness beneath the blade of the horse-faced assassin Fifteen capitalized on the opportunity. It escaped from its prison with a new face and new enemy. Now it travels south along the New England coastline, unaware that it walks into Mordor itself. Much like the Big Apple itself, the All-Seeing Eye never sleeps, nor does it forget.

=• Lore Entry 4 •=
What is now trivial act of cyber crime was once the territory of illusionists, and before that nature itself. Technology replaced magic replaced nature, lather, rinse, repeat. The doppelganger has lived long enough to see the cycle repeat in other aspects of the secret world and so it bides its time. There is safety in staying under the radar, but Fifteen can do so until age takes the operator and moss or vine claim the dish as their domain. Its kind are masters par excellence in matters patient and surreptitious. Your kind should take note.

=• Lore Entry 5 •=
Initiate the unrecorded histories.

It thinks of a time long before when doppelfolk were not as scarce. Seven hundred years plus since it saw the last other of its kind, though the memory of tribal infighting sends hairline cracks snaking across rose-tinted glasses. Doppelganger never created their own society nor kept their own history. Indeed, they didn't even bear names as a culture or individually. It simply wasn't their way. Adopting that of others was. To act as separate proved they existed, and every prosecutor knows that lack of evidence creates safety for the accused.

=• Lore Entry 6 •=
Initiate the empathic protocol.

Fifteen was becoming hungry, a problem not solved with hotdogs of dubious origin. It was an appetite sated by absorbing the emotional output of others. How do you feel about vampirism, sweetling? A doppelganger needs to find someone who trusts or fears it or starvation becomes a harrowing possibility. Perhaps it was time to make a deal. "I'll render a service to you in exchange for your gratitude". It was suspiciously simplistic, benevolent even, but it never failed. Everyone wants something.

=• Lore Entry 7 •=
ENTRY 7 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 8 •=
"Haven't we met before? You remind me of someone. I'm sure you get that all the time." The changeling laughs and reassures them of her authenticity. The ease at which humans accept what they see sharply contrasts the Golden Rule of the secret world: nothing is as it seems.

=• Lore Entry 9 •=
ENTRY 9 LOCKED

=• Lore Entry 10 •=
ENTRY 10 LOCKED


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File:Fifteen1.jpg

2017-06-20T19:49:17Z

Jinx: Possible surveillance capture of the subject appearing in Susanoo's Diner, Kaidan. Records confirm that [REDACTED] was also sighted in New York City at the same time. Do not attempt recapture without explicit permission from Gemini Project Coordinator.

Possible surveillance capture of the subject appearing in Susanoo's Diner, Kaidan. Records confirm that [REDACTED] was also sighted in New York City at the same time. Do not attempt recapture without explicit permission from Gemini Project Coordinator.