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Julia had been a senior executive with Cheiron's legal department for three years when everything went to shit. It started with a knock on her condo's door at three in the morning, and the delivery of three mid-sized file boxes filled with what appeared to be hand-written journals. There was a letter from the board accompanying them, relieving her of her duties for the next several days while she examined and documented the contents of the boxes. She was confused, since that sort of work was generally under the purview of the Field Projects Division, and a little concerned. Why was the board saddling her with this? | Julia had been a senior executive with Cheiron's legal department for three years when everything went to shit. It started with a knock on her condo's door at three in the morning, and the delivery of three mid-sized file boxes filled with what appeared to be hand-written journals. There was a letter from the board accompanying them, relieving her of her duties for the next several days while she examined and documented the contents of the boxes. She was confused, since that sort of work was generally under the purview of the Field Projects Division, and a little concerned. Why was the board saddling her with this? | ||
− | The answer was even more disturbing then she'd anticipated. It took her the better part of a day to read through the first box of journals. They were jumbled and incoherent, clearly the work of an ill mind. The strange diagrams and pictographs laced throughout were almost painful to focus on, let alone attempt to understand. It seemed to be written in some kind of code, and those few parts that made any sense seemed to focus variously on the habits of particular individuals and details relating to what appeared to be seaborne ships. It made no sense... until she opened the first journal from the second box and, halfway through, found her own name printed there clear as day. The passage contained a detailed | + | The answer was even more disturbing then she'd anticipated. It took her the better part of a day to read through the first box of journals. They were jumbled and incoherent, clearly the work of an ill mind. The strange diagrams and pictographs laced throughout were almost painful to focus on, let alone attempt to understand. It seemed to be written in some kind of code, and those few parts that made any sense seemed to focus variously on the habits of particular individuals and details relating to what appeared to be seaborne ships. It made no sense... until she opened the first journal from the second box and, halfway through, found her own name printed there clear as day. The passage contained a detailed |
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Nepenthe is a caucasian woman in her early-mid fourties. Her mostly Irish heritage is betrayed by a pale complexion, naturally copper-red hair, and the smattering of freckles that appears across her face and arms if she spends any amount of time in the sun. Her deep-set eyes are a dusky hazel, her cheekbones classically high, her small nose slightly upturned. She stands at 5'8", fairly tall for a woman, with a voluptuous figure that curves pleasantly into an hourglass. | Nepenthe is a caucasian woman in her early-mid fourties. Her mostly Irish heritage is betrayed by a pale complexion, naturally copper-red hair, and the smattering of freckles that appears across her face and arms if she spends any amount of time in the sun. Her deep-set eyes are a dusky hazel, her cheekbones classically high, her small nose slightly upturned. She stands at 5'8", fairly tall for a woman, with a voluptuous figure that curves pleasantly into an hourglass. | ||
− | She typically wears her long hair in a neat chignon, or perhaps a ponytail if she's | + | She typically wears her long hair in a neat chignon, or perhaps a ponytail if she's going really casual. Since going underground she frequently dyes it, most commonly blonde. When it comes to clothing, her style is actually fairly conservative. Skirts, blouses, blazers. She isn't afraid to show a little skin if she feels a situation might warrant it, but she dislikes having to rely on her body to open doors or solve problems. She favours functionality in her wardrobe choices. |
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Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an 'asset' aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus's many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron's test procedures, part of her believes that he's still out there somewhere. | Corvus - ??. Assumedly a mage, Julia encountered him as an 'asset' aquired by Cheiron. It was through reading Corvus's many journals, which had been given to her by the company after her name was found to appear in them, that Julia came to her Awakening. She only had the opportunity to speak to him on one occasion, shortly before her Awakening occured. Although she was told that he did not survive one of Cheiron's test procedures, part of her believes that he's still out there somewhere. | ||
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'''ON MAGIC''' | '''ON MAGIC''' | ||
− | Like most Libertines, Nepenthe doesn't see her magic through the lens of archaic Atlantean mysticism. To her, magic is just another tool in humanity's belt. A powerful tool, yes, but a tool. She doesn't consider herself as anything other then human, and her Arcanum are closely tied to that. Being primarily focused on Mind, her magic is inherently entwined with that which she considers to be the true essence of humanity; the ability to think, reason. To remember... and to forget. And what is Space other then how we relate to the world around us or | + | Like most Libertines, Nepenthe doesn't see her magic through the lens of archaic Atlantean mysticism. To her, magic is just another tool in humanity's belt. A powerful tool, yes, but a tool. She doesn't consider herself as anything other then human, and her Arcanum are closely tied to that. Being primarily focused on Mind, her magic is inherently entwined with that which she considers to be the true essence of humanity; the ability to think, reason. To remember... and to forget. And what is Space, other then how we relate to the world around us, or perhaps more precisely, how it relates to us? |
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