**Basics**

Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Age: 32
Height: 185 cm-s (6'1")
Weight: 85 kg-s (189 pounds)
Looks/attire: Edward is a handsome man by the 1800s standards with his raven black hair and silvery blue eyes he is an unusual beauty amongst others. He prefers to wear the color black, as it not only suits, but hides him in the night, and overall he feels safe dressed in the color, let that be a worn out cape and jacket for the field or an elegant suit and coat. (Picture of him and his first outfit can be found below, picture of his suit is on my profile)

**Background**

In the industrial world the Stephenson family ranks high in the hierarchy of nobles, their wealth growing by the day through a series of calculated and well placed investments into railroad transportation and the building of said railroads. Edward was born into this family too, as the only son amongst two younger sisters and was raised to one day become to leader and face of this wealthy family.
However, Edward wanted no part of this business. The more his father tried to push him, the more he retaliated and dreamed of one day pursuing his real dreams: dreams of becoming a man of hope and justice, like the cowboys of the wild west he read about in the many novels he managed to hide from his father. Clinton Stephenson however despised this "childish" dream of his son. He made him study mathematics and the past of their family to learn and be the perfect heir to his throne. Edward's father was cold and calculated, never wanting nor accepting failure as an outcome and so he forbid Edward from anything that was not related to his studies, which just made him all the more rebellious. Over the years, the two grew apart, the back and forth between his father trying to control his life and Edward's relentless protests leading them to become distant and cold to each other.
This hostility reached its peak when Edward became 20, and to further grow their power, Clinton Stephenson decided to force his son into marriage with a much older woman, whom he had only met for a brief period, in which they visited. Edward confronted his father after the guests had left, which then resulted in their biggest fight yet, their yelling breaking the peace of the mansion for hours on end. In the end Edward had enough. He decided that this wasn't the life he wanted to live, chained to his father who would leave him in an office to rot, for all he cared. His mother and sisters tried to talk to him, tried to reason that they can figure it out, his father was yelling, but it went past Edward's ears like a summer breeze as he made his way through the front door...

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" [...]
Edward "the Crow" Stephenson. The name of a lawman that many have heard, some even fear. He has uncovered many criminals in his 10 years of service, and rumors tell that he too is a metal tapper, although there is no official or reliable source that can confirm that.
His fitting nickname was given to him by the public, referring to his dark clothing and hair. Stephenson's activities began in 1832, when a family hired him to track down and kill a criminal by the nickname of "Undead Frank". The mission was a complete failure, almost resulting in the death of the young lawman, who was just 23 at the time, although we do not have any more detail about the events. When asked about the event, Mr. Stephenson refused to elaborate on the matter, but from the words of an anonymous friend of his "He was overconfident and stupid, as many rookies were. He's lucky to even be alive".
His first larger case that caught the attention of the public was when he uncovered a large smuggling operation of the Harrison Railroad Company, that transported illegal holding-metals across the country. He went on to solve many more cases, including, but not limited to the robberies of the Knox Brothers, the disappearance of wagons all across the country and most famously, the Goldberg incident..."

- Fragment from "Lawmen of America" by Irving Kelley

Alren looked up at the ship, standing in the deserted landscape with all its glory. It was finally there, after all those years of trading, saving up and dreaming, he managed to buy his very own Starstream Voyager MK-IV. It was really a sight to behold. So surreal that it was actually here, his dream ship there from a step, he couldn't feel anything but joy. In the current state of the economy it was a mystery how he did it, bu... It didn't matter. The ship's door finally opened, a ramp sliding down to his feet and into the sand to let him get up.

"Welcome aboard, captain" A familiar voice called out to the owner of the expensive ship, as he took off his extra clothes in the form of rugs and shawls, which served not only as a disguise among the uninviting locals of this planet, but also as some kind of protection against the sand and occasional small sandstorms in this deserted globe. It almost felt wrong stepping foot so dirty onto his clean new ship, but the voice of his A.I assistant made him smile.

"Glad to be here, Olivia." The captain of the ship greeted her. Not only was she a useful tool, helping in planning, navigating and organizing the shipment of thousands of things, but over the years the sentient program also became an old friend to accompany him on his journeys. "I'm glad you were successfully uploaded to this ship." He added, before his attention shifted elsewhere.

Alren went around the ship like kid in a candy factory, exploring every segment of the ship. Of course, he found nothing he hasn't seen before: beforehand he saw every inch of this ship in the form of pictures, videos and tours he took on the ship at a few agencies. Even so, going around knowing the ship was HIS was so... surreal. It had everything it needed: a bedroom for the pilot, a kitchen and bathroom, and even a guest room for if the pilot needed to ship a person or multiple people. To top it all off, they were all equipped with top of the line tech, and for a medium ship like his, they were quite spacious too.

But most importantly, there was the cockpit. His hand was shaking in excitement as he touched the fingerprint and DNA reader and the door slid open, leading way to ship's control room. In the middle of it stood a rotating chair surrounded by buttons, levers and holographic displays of all kinds, a control station so chaotic to a regular observer, but so beautiful to somebody like Alren. He threw himself down onto the chair and activated the systems. "Alright Olivia, start the engines, we are ready for takeoff." The pilot said and pulled a lever...

There was something so mesmerizing about deep space. The millions of stars appearing on the high resolution screens that acted as the windows of the cockpit... They were so beautiful, even though they looked like nothing more than white and yellow dots. The view made him calm every time he had the chance to look at it, just him and the infinity of the Universe... But of course, all good things come to end, the reminder coming in the shape of O.L.I.V.I.A's voice. "We are approaching Solaris space station. Contacting on board crew."

With the press of a few buttons, the captain was now on line with the maintenance crew of the Imperial space station. He remembered being contacted by them a few weeks prior. The Imperial Government of Humanity rarely utilized freelancer pilots to ship things, so the situation was strange, but the pay they had offered was enormous, so he could not refuse. After all, he just bought a brand new ship, he needed that money. "This is captain Hueson Alren speaking, I'm here to pick up cargo 57-A8-91-0B-2X. Awaiting commands." He spoke at last, then waited for the space station to respond.

However, no answer came from the other side of the line. "Olivia, are you sure that we are..." Alren started, but then suddenly the thrusters on the station activated, turning the whole space station. Part of the station extended, holding out a large container, ready to be taken by the ship. 'There must be some problem with their comms' The pilot thought, before tapping a holographic display to stabilize the ship and begin to move it closer to the cargo. "Initiate docking protocol." He commanded, and after a few minutes of adjusting, the cargo was bound to the ship.

"Docking successful." The AI co-pilot declared, but still, no answer came from the crew of the space station. It was strange, but again, Alren wrote it off as a communications problem. His theory was confirmed, when the station released the cargo, letting him go to continue his journey, which they would never do unless they gave him permission to take the cargo. Now with everything set, he adjusted a few things, checked his fuel and smiled. "Alright Olivia, let's go."

(Picture of Alren before, sheet coming soon!)

Date of Birth: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Nationality:

Species: Human

Height: 6'1" (185 cms)

Weight: 187 lbs (85 kgs)

Scar(s): Besides small scars he had received from his street life, his back is covered with old scars caused by whips.

Tattoo(s): Large tattoos on his back of the crest of his criminal organization to cover the scars on his back and strike fear into everybody who sees the tattoos, when he fights shirtless.

Attire: Prefers darker colors or grays and browns, but does not like dressing in colorful clothes, as it reminds him of the nobles he despises so much.

Voice: Daring and powerful, fitting with his charismatic personality.

Beliefs: The world is corrupt and unbalanced, and the higher ups, who cause most of the suffering must be brought down.

Likes: Helping the innocent, who have been done wrong by the nobles the same as him, fighting, leading.

Dislikes: Taking from the poor, nobles, bandits.

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Motto/Quote: "The powerful rarely see what they do wrong, so it's up for us to make them see."

Relationships: Has had a few relationships, but none were stable, since many women wanted him for his power, rather than himself.

Goals: Climb the ladder of power to top with his criminal gang and rid the city of the nobles who control everything.

Education/Occupation: None. / Leader of a large criminal group.

Home: A hidden, but well furnished apartment in the Capital.

Social Class: Low, but due to his occupation he is quite wealthy nonetheless.

Important Possessions: A crystal medal.

Languages: English.

Personality: He is a charismatic leader, who knows how to encourage his men, while also make his enemies fear him.

Other Info: When around the age of 12, Renard was enslaved and sent to a mine to work, to mine crystals to a noble man to no end, and he did so. He spent years mining away, and learned about a technique the older men had used in the mines, to harness the energy of ground to ease the work, but nothing else. But that was just enough for the 15 year old boy to try and get more of this strange power. He tried and trained for 3 years in secrecy and got better and better. Finally, at the age of 18, he had mastered this power and used it to lead a rebellion of the slaves. The ones who stuck with him became the founding members of his criminal gang, who grew into an organization later on, all with one goal: rid the city of the nobles.

Due to his magical mastery and personality, he gave himself the name "Ironheart", as he was never given a last name by his parents who abandoned him. He is 25 currently.

(Credits to Annie's Shop for the picture)

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 75 kg (165.34 lbs)
Race: Human

Appearance: Thalron is a teenager with a sleeper build, his lean appearance and baggy clothing often not representing his true strength well enough. His face could be viewed as handsome if wasn't for the fact that his expression was always cold and rude, his blue eyes often glaring into anyone's soul judgingly.

Abilities: As part of the few people who had survived the deadly, corrupting sickness caused by the Mist, Thalron has acquired abilities beyond nature. His Blessing can be summed up quite easily: they enhance all his human abilities beyond their limits. His eyesight, his hearing, his smelling, agility, speed and even strength, all increase as much as he wants it to. However, it does not come without its drawbacks. His body, no matter all the years of ruthless training, is not meant to handle such power. All this output wears out his body, leaving him weak and fatigued after every use. His increased sense of pain makes him experiences every fiber of his muscles tear and get damaged as he fights, every wound hurting much more than it would to a normal person, and if he uses his abilities too long, his heart simply cannot keep up and it stops.

Backstory:
At birth, Thalron was sold by his parents, and so he never knew them. He was made subject to a cruel program meant to create assassins with the supernatural abilities of the Mist. At a young age, with many many other children, he was pushed out into the night until the fever-like sickness infected him. For two days, he fought against it, bed ridden along with all the other boys, but finally, he had recovered.
Not many, beside him survived, but it was part of this program. His entire life, he was trained ruthlessly for only one purpose: to kill. He was trained to fight with his hands, with any object in his surroundings and every weapon known to mankind. They tortured him not only to make him tolerate his abilities, but to not speak if he was ever caught by the enemy. Finally, from the age of 14, he was sent on various missions to kill whoever he was hired to kill, without question.
He was shown no love or care and was taught to not show it to anyone either... And yet in twist of fate, he still found love in the very place that know none of it.
Growing up, he became good friends with another boy, Rylan and over the years, their friendship became more. The two younglings found shelter in each other's company, escaping their harsh environment by dreaming together, imagining a better life. Finally, at 16 the two lovers decided to act on those dreams. They did not want to live to kill then return to the same place, just to be sent to kill again, so they planned an escape, to live their lives free from the bounds of the leaders of the program.
However, on the night of their escape, they were confronted: an assassin boy has heard their plans and reported them to the leaders. Now, surrounded by many other assassins, their very own comrades, the situation seemed hopeless. It seemed like they would suffer the fate of every other assassin who betrayed the group: death, to be be made into an example. But they could not let that, they simply could not watch each other die. Rylan activated his own Blessing, which allowed him to fight tirelessly and without feeling pain. They fought brave and without mercy against the other assassins, but they had something the others did not: somebody to fight for.
In the end, Rylan and Thalron came out wounded, but victorious... But it was all too much for Rylan. He fought recklessly to protect his love and in the end, his wounds were too severe. He died in Thalron's arms, who cried, but promised to live on, and ultimately, he left his dead love along with his old life.

Age: 25
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Elf
Height: 189 cm (6'2")

Appearance: Eltaor is a tall figure with long, black hair and blue eyes. As many other elves, he is remarkably handsome, his facial features sharp and youthful, but do not let this enchanting appearance fool you.

Personality: Eltaor is cold, calm and collected. It is not easy to make him act irrationally, nor does he show real emotions often. He is also a phenomenal actor, being able to easily impersonate anybody who he studied for long enough. However, he does have a soft side: he finds his peace in nature and values the beauty it possesses, just like other elves, and he likes to participate in the dances and festivals that they organize from time to time. Eltaor also hates humans from the bottom of his heart, because his experiences lead him to believe that there is no good in humanity.

Backstory:
Eltaor was a young elf when the war between humanity has just begun, and he was one of the elves unfortunate enough to live in a village close enough to the borders between the Elven and Human Kingdom. It was a massacre... He witnessed humans murder everybody in cold blood, light his village on fire and no matter how much the men in the village tried to fight back, they were heavily outnumbered. Eltaor's parents were murdered right in front of him and he found himself in front of a human soldier, his arm raised to strike him down too. He was too stunned to move, too hopeless... Then suddenly, the man collapsed, an arrow sticking out of his helmet. From the shadows of the trees warriors in black capes emerged, raining arrows onto the invaders. Whoever was left alive of the attackers quickly retreated, as they witnessed their comrades fall like flies...
Eltaor was saved by the Slythana, an assassin clan among the elves who answered only to the King and he was recruited into their ranks. He spent his years training, learning not only to fight and kill, but to impersonate, to blend in and he was raised to become the perfect assassin. Now, grown up, he is tasked with blending into the human population of big cities and kill their leaders and push the whole city into chaos before the elven army arrives to take over the city.