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[WIP]

Gregory Tobias Cutter
 

Aliases: Toby, Greg, Mr. Cutter, "Greggy" by his sister
Faceclaim/Artist: Sebastian Stan
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Class: Engineer and Soldier
Sexuality: Asexual
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Personality: [WIP]
?Easy going
?Social butterfly
?Generous
?Focused
?Contemplative
?
?Paranoid
?Stoic
?Loner
?Deceitful
?Reticent

History: *later*
Family/Friends: Michael Lewis Cutter (Father; Alive) ; Brienne Tysha Cutter (Mother; Alive) ; Sarah M. Cutter (Sister; Alive)
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Skills: Gregory can just as easily construct retractable turrents (going from a small mass like a cube) to a small heavy loaded automatic gun-bot that is about a foot or two. Along with that, he is specialized in using larger guns and with that, he can seen usually find in the middle of battle with other front-men that use heavy artillery.
Loyalty: The Council
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Extra:
Armor (x)

 



M I N E R V A
 

Aliases: Documentation of her real name is classified. Though, she tends to go by "Madame Blue" due to rumors of her origin or the fact that's where she mainly works in. (M.I.N.E.R.V.A. is also an alias).
Faceclaim/Artist: Natalie Dormer as "Moriarty" from Elementary.
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Class: Neutral (Mercenary and Hacker)
Sexuality: She finds it inappropriate that others that she works with/for know her sexuality (She is pansexual but it isn't fairly known).
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Personality:
?Decisive
?Silver-tongued
? Disciplined [Despite having an array of negative attributes, she is by far skilled in her work and knows when best to deploy her techniques and reasons that "it is better to work with instinct." ]
? Professional/Polite [To official superiors and those that are hiring her, she knows how to act and what do in order to get on their good side. When instructing underlings, it was possible to immediately catch her scanning the area and quickly drawing attention to those that need it.]
?Adaptable
?Sadistic [Often enjoys seeing the enemy hurt or getting in trouble]
?Closed off [Doesn't enjoy talking about herself]
?Disorganized & impatient [All of her "ideas" are on the spot; doesn't enjoy the period of "pre-planning" and will therefore lose sight of placing together scenes and putting scenes in order (to be able to act them out and not do random objectives).]
?Roughed skinned [Not easily offended and has a tendency of "dark humored" jokes]
?Apathetic &merciless [Those that she catch will never be given second chances unless she is notified earlier that they are needed for something or will give materialistic benefits (ie: bounty. information, weapons, food).]
?Greedy
?Manipulative
?Equivocal
History:  

Family/Friends: All family members are alive and healthy.
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Skills: Has advanced hand-to-hand and short-range combat (it'll be most unlikely that she'll enjoy using snipers to kill targets). Along with that, her use of technology makes up for not being able to shoot from long ranges as the environment (lights, calls, and etc) can be used to her advantage.
Loyalty: The Seventh Sanctum
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Extra:
Armor (x)
*MINERVA is a vegetarian. Though, as the sight of meat doesn't make her queasy, the taste does. Please give her food and not tell her there's meat in there as regardless, she'll be able to distinguish it and later on, vomit.

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[[It is still active and open, Theobear! Long time no see and hope you're doing well. If you wish to start up again with your characters, say so, but if you want to make new ones, that'll be great regardless.]]

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Hanifa
Discord has met thy match; order reigns supreme.

Age:
200 (Physically, she looks 27)

Goddess of:
Law and Order

Family:
Mother - Xamana (Goddess of Tranquility)
Father -  Buzafer (God of Death)
Half-siblings - (Can be anyone; mind you, it'll be only sharing half of the blood from either side)

History:
Hanifa, one of the oldest of the new generation of the deities, was born out of a short lived affair between the two unlikeliest persons. She is considered a "bastard" child yet, for one, she has grand power acting over the balances of Osgard when it comes to trials that are petty until they involve the royal family. The single child out of this affair was treated by her father mostly as Xamana had to discard the child to him as she was shortly betrothed to another deity over in Narheim. So, Hanifa spent time in the borders of Narheim and Fernund in her father's palace and occasionally visited the royal family before the birth of their heirs. Even when they were born, she came at her own time to watch over the King and discuss him with affairs between the good and evil spheres existing.

At the young age of 150, she had left her home and parted ways with Death and lived in Joseim and serving under the royal couple. The servant spent time interacting with the heirs and rumors and gossip came through that she might be planning on dethroning the King for her own potential for her father to be ruler. It had been placed harshly against her and she has denied it multiple times.

Personality:
Poised and refined, the goddess takes little to no chances in expressing her superiority over others through subtle means. She is a woman of pride, knowing her role and power, but will talk gracefully yet softly to only make fools out of those that test her and try to make a mockery out of her. She prefers to keep behind the gimmicks of what the royal family has concocted and move about her own strings, leaving them to quarrel more and accuse another as it is definitely how she gets her entertainment (from what her father taught her). Taking advantages of others is one of her favorite things to do and will often target those of the same sex that are fairer and possibly more dumb-founded or too caught up in something.

As an overall worker, she is the honest kind as she leaves her mischievous nature away from her duties. Never will she abandon her post, regardless of what is to come, and would most likely be the first stand by the King's side and will rebel for him against all others (except for her father). The woman, in her private times, will be spent looking after others while dealing with her personal affairs in common sight as it is very hard to detect as to what she is doing.


Habits:
-Tendency of drinking alcohol form her flask when bored or thinking too much. Mind you, she is a heavy drinker and can handle it.
-Biting down onto her tongue when irritated and thus, she is able restrain it.
-Spending time reading and secluded
-Has a bad time with lying but can detect with another lies.

Weapon of choice:



Description:
She stands accordingly at 5'10" with gold marks painted onto her bare shoulders and on her neck to signify her position as a servant to the King. Her clothes are often yellow, red, and silver with a hood covering her face.

Other:
-Serves under Krotin as the judge of those entering the under realm for mortals. It can been rumored that she too acts as the judge of the deities that have died and which realm they would belong to. Though, this isn't something Hanifa will not discuss with anyone.
-FC: Lianne Le Havas



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Night had turned to day. Guardians roused from their slumber but, Athanasia hadn't slept. Nor had she been present for the morning activities such as refreshing or dining. The black armored woman slowly drew back from the underground corridor while smothered in blood and gave her face giving a depraved look. Surely the neat curls that been tightened up into a bun was loose, crazed, and disorganized.  

In the silence, only her eradicated breaths are heard as she slowly made her way towards to her private quarters.

WIP

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[You posted three times! xD]

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The Guardian withdrew from the Observatory after mundane minutes spent away rearranging the scrolls and hiding the podium and reverting the glass to stone. Athanasia finally withdrew to her chambers in the lower wings of the sanctuary and the large wooden door closed behind her. Eagerly stripping out of the dress , it was folded and placed onto her spacious desk where the multitude of books and quills were lined accordingly at the edges. The armor of black shades of her father's color and the hood with a hidden red underling representing the warmth of her mother rested upon the mattress. Quietly, the woman sat down and placed on her armor without any words but her blue eyes often glanced over to her figure shortly being ambiguous of the elegant yet melancholic Athanasia that knew the perfect words to spindle and speak to those of nonsensical woes.

Flexing her fingers through the dark brown leather gauntlets, the Guardian quietly braided her hair and placed it up into a bun to prevent the wild strands from escaping and distorting her vision in the night.  Her bow was grabbed for along with her satchel of arrows as she placed it over her back. The daggers and small pouches were attached to a belt around her waist. Now, as she was fully equipped, Athanasia glanced again at the mirror in her compressed room and sighed at the figure.  Her hand grabbed for a he large collar of her undershirt and pulled it over her face, cloaking her main financial features as the hood gave no access to wondering eyes.

In the instance of the night, the flames of the corridor went out at the fast pace the woman walked in with her strides long yet silent. A hand haunted over a torch that was pulled fro mthe wall without any hesitation. Athanasia quietly soon went down the staircase of the sanctuary as the pearly white walls soon faded to a bleak brown color of the ground. It was an underground route developed by those with parents of the Earth like Demeter, Hades, and many others.

She left behind the regal lifestyle. The glow of the flames licking into the air and growing ever warmly and the Guardian soon would the grand forest and ever so carefully get close to the edge and see the homeland of the deities. A home they all have been denied to.  




[Example of her armor below --Exception being she is wearing pants.]

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Orbs of light flickered above from an immense chandelier in the observation  deck with the rims of bronze and ivory. The shelves against the stone built walls were lined with scrolls with different seals branded and strings attached to notify which belonged to which Guardian. Athansia parted the door that swung inward as a loud creak echoed down the dead corridor. A nervous sigh escaped from her lips as the moment she had stepped in her hand flickered,the doors closing on command without an utter of a spell needed. This was power that she kept to herself.  Ringlets of brown were brushed to the side as the Guardian flickered her hand in front of her as the stones changed properties and turned to glass and translucent.

Athanasia saw her reflection, it was troubled and more so, conflicted. Her hands rubbed her eyes with an utter of annoyance from her voice, "Damn the Gods."  The skirts of her gown trailed behind her as she went towards the center of the rotunda. In front of her, the tiles of blue and white ceased and the large insignia of the society in the center. Tapping the hilt of her  Greek sandals near it, a sudden shake came. Athanasia stumbled a bit and stayed her ground as the he insignia began to turn slowly and the glass began to turn pure white and glow. The candles above blew out as all the light was coming from the power now being summoned into the room.

A podium with a long top emerged from the ground. Athanasia slowly edged closer, glossing her eyes covering the mantle.  As scroll came flying towards her, she grabbed it, unrolled it, and spread it out across the top. With her hands tracing over the papyrus, it was clear there was no writing. The inside of the scroll was a dark, dark blue near black as if it were the sky and the stars were there, glimmering and shimmering in the darkness. "Show me Mountain Olympus, home of the Deities." Athanasia's command came as noticed as the white glass soon became to a lighter shade of blue and orange and from there, she was given visuals of the great kingdom that she would never be part of. Never will any of the Guardians will be.

Surely, this sort of sorcery was advanced but, thanks to her father;s work, the Sky was predominantly in her command in the observatory. Well, during the night segments as Erebros was the Deity of the night (or darkens in general). The large elderly figure of Zeus sat on his throne, drinking away and eating bits of ambrosia to his delight. It was obvious that the man was surely irritated and more so, ready to hit anyone. Hera, deity of matrimony, sat alongside and was humming softly while weaving a casket and not once did she meet her husband's glare. It was an odd combination of violence and tranquility within either spirit. Something of this familiarity made the Guardian smirk a bit.

Hestia, goddess of the hearth, was on the opposite end with the other deities speaking away as if nothing had happened. Her heart dropped at the sight of her mother but she shook her head, resuming to watch them and take note of their alertness. The other deities that were irresponsible and gave life to the Guardians were mingling in whispers as her mother was. "If only the king amongst the Gods had better ears, for he would hear the shrieks of lies that will break his ears," for once, she bitterly spoke out. "When will we come out from the dark?"

For once, she realized why her father stayed within the shadows. It was safer not to be noticed or recognized. Safer from the truth that light casts. 'I'm heading out after this,' she reminded herself as her armor was laid on her bed the last time she remembered changing her attire. 'I can't remain this still for tonight. Just for a moment of peace.'




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The sudden appearance of the moon came to their conference. Well, the personification of the celestial body being or the celestial being, Selene.  The men of war blood simmered down and were gazing to her, as to all that were present. Even Athanasia couldn't help but watch over the deity's appearance but in an a shade of envy but in a shade of appeal to not be like her but the worth of being in her company. Now, that was a goal she strided for as the deities of Mt. Olympus have on the rare occasion awarded their children with official claims and titles as when two gods breed, another smaller god is made. The case of this secret society was one she would never quite understand.

With the silvery eyes of the deity gazing upon her, the council member seated up accordingly and abided to her command, "At once, my lady." Several members of the society roused up from their seats, two of them that were in a usual flicker of bickering hushed down and seemed to be obedient at once at the lady's command. With such a command, the group disparaged but blue eyes wagered over to see her friend speaking towards his mother. Though, that was went a shade of envy came to her face. When was the last Hestia came to her for conversation? When was it? Never, really. At least she was more in a participating fashion than her father, Erebos.

Closing the doors behind them, the echoes rung down the corridor that left one of the eldest Guardians in the silence. This only meant there was availability on traveling through the land or investigating the Observation deck that allowed them to view into Mount Olympus and on the rare occasion, the other realm that remained untouched. With long strides going and her shimmering teal dress and white trailing behind,  the guardian of polar ends left the area.
  

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Ares was about to cause a wildfire. Athanasia sat up in her seat, rotated her shoulders, and kept a protective eye over Loxius' being for his own sake if the deity were to try to harass him physically. Every exchange the two had certainly ended in a collision of warfare that she was definitely not willing to cater to and serve as a negotiator as both were fully aware of how to tick off the other. 'Ah goodness, Ares is going to mention me-- And he does,' a thought strained her mind as her shoulders weighed down in discomfort at bringing brought into a conversation that she wasn't needed to be a part of. As a slight compliment was given, blue eyes wavered over to Loxius that sneered as if wanting to gain approval or support on her behalf. Simply, she tilted her head in such an innocent fashion that only seemingly questioned his own right or more so, privilege to be seeking out this gain of assistance.

The deity instructed was needed to be done and it seemed the man across the table with the book was just as ready to ope his mouth. A very casual but threatening glance was given to him with a sternness of an oak but the softness of a lamb. "Lord Ares, we shall seek to you once the portal is fixed." Ares, still with a flaring red about his face, nodded solemnly and grumbled a word of disrespect towards the Guardians.


[I can't post any further as it'll be pushing my limit of not having Fanta post w/ her character c: ]]

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