Being born into a robotics and technology empire, Rafferty was raised in luxury, comfort, and glamour. He was able to enjoy the finer things in life, receive the best education money could buy, and thrive in an increasingly competitive first-class. With the rise in demand in the robotics industry, and his parents being at the frontlines of the economy boom, they achieved top status when they purchased one of the loftier penthouses in the city.
At age 16, Rafferty was introduced to Vanna Weiss, a colleague and long-time partner of his parents. Awestruck by her beauty, Rafferty immediately sought to pursue a relationship with her. At age 17, the couple began their very public relationship, inspiring fans and followers all throughout the world. When news of their engagement broke into the mainstream media, it sparked unprecedented sensation, and immediately Rafferty was catapulted into the status of a celebrity.
Rafferty and Vanna married as soon as he became of age, with his parents’ blessing, in a ceremony that was broadcasted live. Their wedding ceremony and reception was marked and celebrated as the event of the year.
A year into their marriage, Rafferty is enjoying life as a husband, and is still head-over-heels in love with his beautiful wife.
Vanna is the head of SIDD — the Corporations Security, Intelligence and Defense Department. She's made a reputation for herself, catching people off guard with her charming nature, secretly ruthless and cutthroat behind closed doors. She believes Civilians are genetically inferior to Citizens, likening those living at the bottom of Meropis to savages. Vanna works tirelessly to maintain the status quo, and ensure that no one gets in the way of the Corporation.
Friends Colleagues Clients
DESIREE ADLER — Desiree is one of Vanna's top agents, assigned to work undercover and sniff out Citizens who may potentially be sympathetic to the Civilian plight.
Enemies Victims Rivals
GAIA DYSON — Gaia and Phoenix are a painful thorn in the side of the Corporation. There is nothing Vanna would love more than to see Gaia's head delivered on a platter; except perhaps removing it from Gaia's body herself.
VERITY — There is only one entity that Vanna hates possibly more than Phoenix and Gaia, and that is Verity and everything they represent.
RAFFERTY WEISS — husband. Vanna enjoys the look of the handsome young man on her arm, and has only encouraged his intense feelings — feelings that she may or may not share.
[attr="class","traitBlock"] A life of struggle and hard work has not managed to dim Emile’s shine. While hard times aren’t exactly rare in the lower levels of the city, he’s had more than his fair share; growing up hungry, dealing with police harassment and finally losing his parents all before turning 17. In spite of all of that, he’s managed to make a good enough living for himself, crawling all the way up to the mid levels of Meropis where he works full time at a small electronics repair shop.[break][break] People say he does more than just fix up old routers, too. Need a part without a serial number? Need a device jailbroken? How about Corporation access codes? With the right words and enough money, he can solve all those problems. You didn’t hear it from me, though.
[attr="class","spaceBody2"] personality [break][break][break]+ve. INTELLIGENT | CHARMING | DISARMING [break] -ve. EGOCENTRIC | APATHETIC | NARCISSISTIC [break][break] appearance [break][break][break]Soft featured and symmetrical, she is a starlet by the definition of natural selection. Tall, thin, blond-haired, blue-eyed, she draws attention in any room. If only they knew that was her purpose. [break][break] history [break][break][break]A child borne from the lowest tier, Des was manufactured to be beautiful for the sole purpose of serving as a tool for the corporation. An undercover operative tasked with identifying and exposing insurgencies amongst the elite Citizen class, she is paramour to celebrity superstar and actor Cliff Maloney. [break][break] relationships [break][break][break]TBA
[attr="class","spaceFoot2"]The last words on their lips will be my name.
"The peace and security the Corporation provides is to keep people like you safe, Callum. Without the order they bring, chaos and violence would dictate society, and nobody would have the luxury to debate the morality of the system in the first place. You would do well to consider the privileges that you have entirely thanks to the Corporation, before you decry them as despots."
Appearance: Gabriella stands at a relatively tall height of 5'9", and typically wears heels that add another 3 inches. She has a slim physique, but is also lithely muscular thanks to a strict training regime she's stuck to since her days as a more hands-on operative. Fair-skinned, platinum blonde, and sporting a pair of icy blue eyes, she remains attractive into her middle age, and could easily be mistaken for a woman ten years younger. She typically keeps her hair cut practically short, but styles it meticulously for the sake of maintaining a good public image. Similarly, she favours practical clothing in relatively understated but elegant styles.[break][break]
History: Callum's mother is a high-ranking security officer within the Corporation, responsible for coordinating the majority of CorpSec's operations in the uppermost levels of Meropis. Having worked her way up from a rank-and-file security trooper, there are few that can doubt Gabriella's credentials and her prowess - her analytical mind and stalwart dedication to maintaining order have served both her and the Corporation well over the last twenty years of her service. Though something more of a wildcard in her youth - spending time slumming it in the lower levels for the 'wilder' parties - these days Gabriella has a carefully cultivated image of stern elegance to maintain. She's clean-cut, icy, and brooks no bullshit from anyone.[break][break]
Despite her icy demeanour and her firm belief in the Corporation being in the city's best interests, she has a soft spot for her son. She knows that his sympathy towards the civilians and his disdain for the corporation stems from empathy and kindness, not malice or self-interest, and can sympathise with his sentiments despite disagreeing with them. In private with him she is willing to admit that the Corporation has its flaws, but she tolerates no suggestion that Phoenix, Verity, or any anarchistic and violent approach to change is anything but dangerous and malicious terrorism, that threatens the stability of the system that keeps Meropis functioning at all.
Ava really is happy. Not many people on Meropis can say that. She doesn't understand those people, and she doesn't try. Her life is eventful, but mostly the same. Set plans, change them, chase this, chase that: start and end friendships, drink coffee, make gay eye contact with strangers. She tends not to think about her future, and if life keeps going as it has been she doesn't need to.
[break] The Porters
The Porters are known for doing lucrative work in emerging technology, and their empire dominates experimental elite tech. For a while, Ava felt nothing but frustration trying to work with them. She had plenty of support, but where her relatives could practically lay hands on a machine and understand it, she routinely came up with nothing. Eventually she quit, and she's been freewheeling ever since. Her family loves her, and she has enough siblings who 'get it' that she's been left to do what she wants for a long time. Right now she's a ''high-ranking creator" in the company, but internally the role is so open it means nothing.
Ava doesn't think about Civilians much outside of the stories she's heard. Politics are for nerds, and news is depressing. Occasionally when it's depressing enough, she and her friends will donate their old junk to Civilian causes.
[break] If you asked her, she'd say she's a very good person.
Kinetic. Exciting or whatever, but she's uncomfortable with it. Unknown Electrum abilities. She's incapable of creating anything above small showers of sparks, but her ability to manipulate Electromagnetic fields combines with her Kinesis in interesting ways. If she tried, she could magnetize, demagnetize, and reverse complex surfaces, but it's so far out of the question that this is barely worth mentioning. She would never use her abilities on purpose. It's disgusting.
APPEARANCE: Despite his young age, Rhett easily looks to be a man in his mid-30s. His face and body are worn out and has seen a lot of wear and tear with deep wrinkles under his auburn eyes. His face and hair are covered in thick, matted black hair and his appearance has always been messy to say the slightest. He dresses casually despite his profession: a short sleeved collared shirt with a white t-shirt underneath followed by brown denim pants tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His body is lean and muscular but covered in scars and not all of them are combat related: his back in particular is quite mutilated and is nothing but streaks of scabbed scars. If his face has any scars, the beard obscures them.
CLASSIFICATION : Mystokinetic Civilian
MYSTOKINETIC ABILITY :
Rhett mainly uses his telekinesis to operate and fire three firearms at once, all of which hover around him. He is easily able to fire and reload his weapons without ever having to touch them. However he must first spend time with each individual firearm, taking it apart during downtime and feeling and understanding the weapon so that he can "feel" it with his mind during a fight. Weight is also a factor and if he ever uses anything substantially heavier, the quantity of weapons he can utilize as once may decrease.
Deadly with his machete, the only thing he actually carries in his hand.
+Cunning +Savage Fighter +Task oriented +Expert on small arms
HISTORY: Rhett's past and where he came from is unknown, not even having a Surname. The best guess is that he came from the deepest parts of Meropis, but others mainly know him as a dangerous enforcer for various criminal organizations in the seedy underbelly of Meropis. His loyalties aren't to one particular group but instead he gets passed around various gangs whenever he is needed. This has ranged from forcing individuals to pay back debts to loan sharks, to assassinations, to attacks on rival gangs, and most infamously "cleaning house". A term used by the Meropis underworld when a larger gang or crime family needs to purge its own ranks of any seditious members, often resulting in a large amount of innocent collateral damage.
Rumor has it that Rhett was once even lent out to the Corporation for some mysterious wet-work, and has even seen the Sun. Though this is just a rumor and was never confirmed by Rhett, who remains tight lipped on the subject. Still, combine this rumor, with his criminal associations along with his casual tendency towards violence and you have a person who most would call absolutely toxic.
- Secretly ashamed of her father being a Civilian - Feels untouchable - Cocky
History: Cameron has a personal resentment towards Civilians, though she normally keeps mum on why. It may be easier to understand once you get to know that she was raised by only her mother, her father only known as a deadbeat (off the record, he was a civilian who mysteriously vanished when it was found out that her mother was pregnant). She in turn uses her resentment as creative fuel to promote the number one blog of the upper levels called Lights, Cameron, Action! in which she is LiteCam, the writer of hard truths that borders on fear mongering, scaring Citizens of the reality of the “Civilian Uprising”. The fact that she’s on The Corporation’s payroll absolutely does not affect the popularity of her blog…
Lian's family has lived in the bowels of Meropis since the beginning of the city. It was (unproven) tradition that they could trace their line back to the very first ship. Even back then, supposedly McNeil was the name of the lowest ranking person. They have been the definition of 'downtrodden' for generations.
Gwenllian is well adapted to the dark, to the point that her eyes actually reflect light like those of a cat, and her coloring is as pale as a cave-dwelling fish. Not that she has ever seen either of these things in person, but information is still available to even the lowest of the low.
As even the worm will attack when threatened, this McNeil has decided to join the rebellion. Not that she expects to accomplish much, but the ideal of freedom deserved to be fought for.
Until recently, she's been working in the background. She makes tools, defenses, vehicles-- Whatever there is a desire for. Mostly, she reroutes the security cameras and feeds to physically not be able to see where Phoenix people live and meet. A splitter, repeater, and some fancy time delays, and no one watching was even aware that they were missing things, unless they specifically went looking for it.
But then some shithead had to go blow up a power station. This hacker person, this Verity--! (Lian's note to self; learn more cuss words.) Worse, it wasn't even reported that a McNeil had died. It was like he didn't even matter. Well, she would have to just show them all that you couldn't just keep walking all over them! Not just McNeils, but all the civilians!
There was one person in particular that had to be shown that actions had consequences.
Good: - Wants to know about the world he's part of - Cares about those he's close to - Wants to make a difference
Bad: - Stupidly lazy - Can be a bit of a brat due to his status - Would throw someone under the bus to see what happened
History: Alma is a strange boy indeed due to being a duality, though he came from an aristocratic family that had high hope for him he wanted nothing to do with it in the least. He would do his lessons with minimal effort and get the servants to do his homework for him or threatened that they would get fired if they didn't take the bribe he originally offered. This being said he does have a high sense of obligation and duty when he wants to and will keep to promises that he makes come hell or high water, the problem is he rarely gets the sense to have these kinds of things in general. Over all Alma just wants a laid back and carefree life free and that is exactly how he acts, like a lazy goofball.
When introducing himself to people he doesn't know or lower born generally uses a pseudonym so he doesn't have to deal with the strife of who he really is, when it is found out he tends to make the problem go away quickly one way or another. At the best of times he doesn't resort to violence but that being said he has no qualms against using it when needed. When he comes across a problem tries to settles things with words but when forced to fight he generally holds back not wanting to do any real harm, though if he is backed into a corner or sees someone he cares for in danger his persona seems to change drastically, it almost seems like he is a different person. He becomes serious and deals with the issue quickly regardless of how that might be.
When in his normal state of mind when he is in a leadership position he will try and fob the responsibilities onto someone else, seeing it as their problem not his because he wants to have a nap. When needing to follow orders he generally does what he's told but in the laziest way possible, even taking shortcuts when needed. When his other side has taken over he will take his leadership position seriously, this means he's willing to wait and assess the situation before making a move. While in this persona he will refuse to take orders from another regardless of their rank, position or strength.
Relationships: When he gains some this will be updated.
[attr="class",sidetxt2"]I'm trapped inside a machine
[attr="class","sidetag"]TAGS GO HERE
[attr="class","bodytxtt"] NAME: Char Anderson
Classification: Mysokinetic civilian
Abilities: Diver; Electrum
TRAPPED IN A MACHINE: Normally, a diver cannot spend more than thirty minutes digitized. This is technically true, because most divers spend their digital time connected to the Network. The problem, however, is the sheer vastness of the Network overwhelms the human mind. By keeping himself isolated in a robot body disconnected from the Network, Char can maintain consciousness without being subsumed. While this has made Char adapted to spending longer amounts of time within the Network (close to an hour), he is also significantly more vulnerable to the Corp's countermeasures. Where a normal human diver can just exit the network the moment shit goes south, Char must leave a trail back to his robot body in order to return, then he must manually disconnect and erase his body's presence on the network simply in order to survive.
LOWER-LEVEL PROTOCOLS: Due to his constant exposure to the Network, Char has learned to disguise himself as a low-level, independent maintenance bot. Automated and the lowest-level security programs treat Char as a non-threat.
CLEAN CHARGE: Without a body, Char cannot produce electricity the way he once could. Instead he can manipulate his body's battery in such a way that he has an effectively infinite, if weak, power source.
MAINTENANCE TOOLS: Char's first robot body comes equipped with an array of general-purpose maintenance tools (welder, saw, screwdriver, etc.) and a mag-clamp on each leg in order to reach places normal humans cannot.
+ Sneaky, good-hearted, extremely careful
- Cowardly, aloof, existential box on four legs.
APPEARANCE: Char remains inside the first body he took, a decommissioned maintenance drone. It was clearly yellow once, but it has been covered in so much soot and rust that it is hardly recognizable. The body is little more than a 2x2x2 cube with a large blue eye on one side. It swivels above a four-legged platform for ideal terrain traversal. If one looks closely, they can see the number of arms cleanly slotted into the sides of the cube, each assigned to a different function. A poorly-welded on speaker allows for verbal communication and the network antenna has long been broken.
HISTORY: All Civilians are born low, but Char was born even lower than them. His people rooted through the leftover trash from the city above for any scrap of metal. Be it silicone, gold, shattered diamond fiber, or even mercury all in exchange for rations barely enough to maintain their fragile bodies. Char tired of this as a young boy. His family only kept their eyes locked upwards, waiting for the next shipment of useless trash that they hoped contained a meal. He decided to look below.
Meropis is said to extend beyond the furthest reaches of the atmosphere. Others say it stretches just as deep, that the original builders dug as deep as they could until heat from the core threatened to melt them alive. Inside the tunnels, ruins, and catacombs lie a past which lies forgotten by the Corp. Ancient, lost machines and robots sent to die. Char started rooting through these. At first, in search of chips from ancient computers and parts of robots so old that not even the obsolete Corp manuals gave them a designation. The Corp reps bought these for the sum of their parts, just like all the other trash they tried to recycle.
Char's powers manifested shortly afterwards. First, he learned that he could restore power to the half-destroyed bots beneath the city. Second, he learned he could get into their minds. This made the gathering easier, since Char could just reawaken a robot and tell it to walk back home. This could have made Char's family rich, but even he realized that those powers had to remain hidden. Whatever machines he found remained hidden and rarely did he return them to the bowels of Meropis.
His attention, instead, turned towards the Network. Just as Char learned that the Corp's eyes had a limit, he decided to test the edges of their network. He found the Great Firewall and feared it, but he also found that there was a point where the Corp's network ended like the frayed end of a blanket. Little tendrils connected to drones searching for network ports either marked as forgotten or whose connections had become so corrupted that the system barely recognized there was supposed to be a connection. Char sought these places out. He became obsessive, thinking there had to be a reason the Corp wanted this data corrupted or disconnected. Believing there to be some secret buried within. He dug and dug through piles of data so corrupted that he had nearly gone insane until he found a single image. He spent days parsing out the digital artifacts until he got a complete picture.
It was of a girl, wearing tall black shoes and a yellow rubber shirt, glistening as if it were covered in water. Her arms were raised before a hazy orange sun. Char immediately tried to parse deeper. He uncovered the images metadata. The date was indecipherable, but the coordinates clearly showed a place beyond the Wall. Char's obsessiveness redoubled. He became convinced that the corp only wanted to keep the Civilians penned within the walls like animals. That the image he found was the truth of the outside. No longer could Char stand to root through ruins he barely understood. He clawed his way beneath the bowels of Meropis, seeking for some way around the drones, some way beneath the wall, some way that he could finally see that girl's orange sun and rain that fell clear from the sky. He never made it. Char thought he was getting close when he opened one wrong hatch and a blast of heat and radiation overtook him. It took days for him to return home and he fell ill shortly after. The Clinic kept saying he wasn't sick, but Char Dove in for the truth: Radiation sickness. Cancer. The Corp understood it but refused to aknowledge it as an illness that befell civilians. No amount of ration stamps could pay for a cure.
Char's family cared for him as best they could, but they knew his time was coming. He found peace in his final moments inside a maintenance drone he'd scavenged from the lower levels. Finally free from the migraines and the needles in his lungs, Char watched as his body stopped breathing. Solemnly, he disconnected the bot from his home network and waited for his mind to unravel. Hours passed as Char watched his family come to terms with his death and Char realized that while his body had died, his mind hadn't. He left the family unit in a moment of quiet and started to halfheartedly roam the catacombs below Meropis in search of answers.
Subject has been observed to be the stern, silent type. While his current situation has rendered him rather solitary in nature and not prone to teamwork, he still remains somewhat approachable.
While generally not quick on the gun, the subject does tend to be rather hot headed in his raging moments, with rather explosive outbursts, despite his usually collected behavior. He's still rather somewhat abrasive and firm even with his confidants.
Fierce and stubborn, he speaks his harsh truths without a care in the world for other people's feelings, while his general close minded views might get in the way of his learning. He firmly believes in power as means to independence, so he usually always finds a way to assert his dominance, not as to disrespect others but simply because he subconsciously defends his freedom or well...his perverted idea of freedom.
If anything, he is a very dedicated, hard working person as well as someone who would never go back on his words, whatever that might entice.
The subject has also shown to be rather energetic, survivalist at heart and slightly claustrophobic. While not hyperactive per se, enclosed spaces turn him rather nervous.
Background. known Affiliations
Subject #234F7C was born in the lowest suburbs of the Citadel. His original purpose was simple infrastructure maintance, following minimum wage ration payment. Subject went rogue 1034 cycles ago, whereabouts unknown. Current position within the Citadel uknown.
Subject has been spotten briefly numerous times at various Citadel levels, though the nature of these appereances remain erratic in nature.
Subject does not seem to have any active affiliation or pact with any other individual as of yet, but has made a name for himself in the lower levels. Civilian indiscretions appoint him as "White Fang" and "the thief". The reason for the first denomination is currently unknown.
Subject is to be considered an armed and dangerous outlaw. He poses a serious threat to the Corporation if left unchecked. Subject's actions could escalate and disrupt status quo.
K.O.S. Protocol for Subject #234F7C has been approved [DATA EXPUNGED] by [REDACTED]. Level 05 clearance required to access security logs.
good things + optimistic + organized + Lucky + Catches on Quickly
bad things - Clumsy - Simple minded - scaredy cat - chatty
Loucetious lives in the high rises, he has all his life. Yet, there is something about his family that just doesn't make sense to him. It may be because his father has married several times or has several different women on his arms, but he continues to ignore Loucetious's entire existence. Loucetious has never met his actual mother and according to his father, he never will. That isn't to say that the teen doesn't want to find his mother, he just feels like there is something that his father is hiding from him. There are little to no electronics in the building where they live with all of the ones that there are being off limits to the the teen. It's not like he can remember ever breaking one, but apparently that's what his father says and so in order to "protect" him they've been removed from his hands. Loucetious has also never been to school. He's not sure why, he knows that there are several people of his age that have gone to school, but he has never. If anything the boy cannot recall ever stepping foot out of their home. Maybe there is something dangerous that lies beyond the doors that he isn't allowed to pass, or maybe, he can't help but think, there is something wrong with him. The black haired teen has always been told that he is not like the others, different, but he isn't sure how. It has been drilled into his head that he is above the civilians that dwell in the streets below, but if they are treated anything like he is... maybe they really aren't that different. But it isn't like Lou is able to leave his sky-rise any time soon. His father always has eyes on him and it's often that his cousin is sent to keep him company. However, Lou doesn't have much of a problem staying where he is. As a germaphobe he finds that possibly the only place up to his standards of sanitary is his own home. He doesn't want to leave, not if the world is as dark as his father says, content in staying in his isolated tower with his gas stove and firewood oven. Lou spends most of his time cooking, trying out things and having the people who are there to keep him company taste them until they can no longer. Yet, all of this isn't to say that Loucetious isn't interested in what is beyond the glass that contains him, he simply is content from seeing it from the inside.
Ava - His cousin that comes and visits him often. Whenever she visits he makes her the latest recipe that he's perfected.
HISTORY: When the twins were small, Mac and Raff were always together. Their parents worked all the time, and Raff was so fabulous and flamboyant, so Mac ended up being the supportive, responsible sister.
When there were chores, Mac did them all so Raff could keep doing his own thing. Homework, school projects, etc... every time the world tried to split them up, the twins came back together, each needing the strengths of the other.
Mac didn't know how badly she needed Raff until they were both preteens, and he had the social life that included her-- and then excluded her when he joined a boys' group. For the first time, the introverted twin was actually alone for hours at a time. The panic attacks meant that she ended up in therapy, and apart from her twin for even more time. Eventually Mac got control of herself, but the prospect of being alone still bothers her.
Then, they met Vanna.
Rafferty was drawn into her circle, but Mackenzie was again left behind. It's been two years, but Mac still hasn't figured out how to be her own person... though she has accepted that she would never again be able to return to her brother's side.