Side character Dossiers

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Ah yes are grand collection of supporting characters. How do we love them. Their contribution to the story is of course unmatched by what sure to be a charming addition to the events to come. Now to say that we here at infinite core expect anything less of our dear none playable character is by all means untrue, and rude. Though, I must admit as narrator that the share importance that they hold can only be describe as " helpers" in a rather larger, and more broader picture. Either way please feel free to place their bio's here, and please do be advice our same rules apply for their bios as of our main cast.

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Name: Pandara (pronounced as PAN DAR Rah)
Nickname(s): The Escape Artist, Pan or Dara
Title: Outlaw, Quiet Claw
Age: Appears To Be 20
Species: Human
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair: Blond, Long, Curly
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: The Tribe - Light, Merah, Diya, Leena, Sawbi
Markings: Paw Mark of the Quiet Claw Tribe, Left Side of the Cheek
Weapon(s): Daggers/Short Blades, Quarterstaff
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Survival, Skilled with Daggers/Short Blades and Quarterstaff, Herbal/Natural Healing, Sewing/Stitching, Lock Picking

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Name: Merah (mer-ah) - red-haired
Title: Outlaw, Quiet Claw, Bow Maker/Carpenter/Builder
Age: Appears To Be 27
Species: Human
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red, Long
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: The Tribe - Light, Pandara, Diya, Leena, Sawbi
Markings: Paw Mark of the Quiet Claw Tribe, Left Side of her Neck, Whip Marks on her Back, Few Scars from the Forest
Piercings: Both sides of her Nose
Weapon(s): Dagger/Short Blades, Quarterstaff, Bow & Arrows
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Survival, Skilled with Daggers/Short Blades and Quarterstaff, Archery (Bow and Arrow), Skilled in Woodworking (carving/whittling)

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Name: Diya - DIE-yah
Title: Outlaw, Quiet Claw, Hunter
Age: Appears To Be 21
Species: Human
Hair: Black
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: The Tribe - Light, Pandara, Merah, Leena, Sawbi
Markings: Paw Mark of the Quiet Claw Tribe, Left Side of Her Navel. She wears one scar on the right side of her face that is the length of her jawline.
Weapon(s): Dagger/Short Blades, Quarterstaff, Bow & Arrows
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Survival, Skilled with Daggers/Short Blades and Quarterstaff, Archery (Bow and Arrow), Swimming, Running, Cooking

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Name: Leena - LEE-nah
Title: Outlaw, Quiet Claw, Hunter/Seamtress
Age: Appears To Be 25
Species: Human
Hair: Auburn
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: The Tribe - Light, Pandara, Merah, Diya, Sawbi
Markings: -TBA-
Weapon(s): Dagger/Short Blades, Quarterstaff, Bow & Arrows
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Survival, Skilled with Daggers/Short Blades and Quarterstaff, Archery (Bow and Arrow), Swimming, Running, Cooking

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Name: Sawbi - SAW-be
Title: Outlaw, Quiet Claw, Hunter/Warrior
Age: Appears To Be 27
Species: Human
Hair: Black
Orientation: Bisexual
Date of Death: Been Part Of Infinite Core For 40 Years.
Home Planet: Hydrania - 7th Earth
Family: The Tribe - Light, Pandara, Merah, Diya, Leena
Markings: -TBA-
Weapon(s): Dagger, Quarterstaff, Spear
Equipment: Infinite Core Technology
Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Climbing, Survival, Skilled with Daggers and Quarterstaff, Archery (Bow and Arrow), Swimming, Running, Cooking, Drums

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Matrons

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“ Sera. Time to wake up dear. Ah, there you are. Good morning. How are we feeling today?” The babies eyes rapidly blink as she awoke.“ Today is a special day. Today is the day we release you from that stuffy tube and have you join us.” The baby couldn’t understand one single word the woman said, but all she knew was that this was the same woman who her dark,purple eyes first set upon inside the birthing tube. It was this woman, who among others were in charge of looking after, and recording the growth of the matrons. A matron herself, the woman took comfort in the joys of watching over what she consider to be all of her children. These “children” were clones. Taken from D.N.A donors like the matron herself. These donors were tested to be the perfect source material mentally,physically,and genetically. After all, genetic perfection seem to be the only true method of creating the perfect human.

“What is a clone Matron Lesa?” Sera asks as she was sitting in a small classroom like setting with five other girls known to her as sisters. She was seven years old, and already top of her class among her fellow sisters. “ A clone is a special type of human. A human who has been created as an perfect being without any of the base flaws that non clone humans share in their inborn traits.”

Sera smiles. Indeed she was something special. Alongside her sisters she was a engineered human. A human that excelled in all fields. Intelligence, strength, skill, and above all power. Where other humans showed signs of weakness. The matrons were the guardian angels that healed the sick and injured. Their hands were their tools. Both graceful, and seemingly precise down to the lightest touch. As all things go, matrons also served a dual purpose. Down below their earlobe, right where they could reach without a second’s notice. Was a switch the size of a button on a coat. This switch when turned counter clockwise turned these angels of mercy into angels of death. No love, no fear, no empathy for the living, but a simple wield of the knife. All life ends in their hands. The women in white are said to be the protectors of life, but to cross them is to forfeit your existence within the walls of their domicile. Where sound is dampened, and only the thing you feel is the warm grasp of their hand as they perform their duties.

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Watchers

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Earth was once a wonderful place. Filled with majestic creatures and magnificent mountains as far as the eye could see. Fresh air, breathtaking oceans, endless deserts, and twilight like wonder that filled our dreams with infinite possibilities. Now, she feels like a vague dream. A empty vessel which calls out to us in vain. Her wonder, her love for us is all but gone. A hole is all that is left in our hearts. Yet, we still hold on to her memories. Here on the colonies that watch over her, keep her hidden from those who would use her corruption for their own device. We stand as one, protectors,guardians, and most of all her avengers. For we are the Watchers.

For years now we have recruited Sentinels from several forms of existence. With their recruitment comes a abundance of combat experience and technological ability we have applied to our own forces. This fact has lead to establishment of advance militia, armored forces, and war machines our people could only vaguely understand. We are not warriors, but with the help given we have now certainly become a fearsome fighting force. The establishment of the Watchers colonial defense force was born out of this training, We are trained in all forms of hand to hand combat. Each Watcher is a sniper, a demolition expert, a medic, a rifleman, and most of all a one man army.

We remember you mother earth. We hold you in our hearts and what is left of our memories of you. Here, we stand united as one. The last line of defense if our Sentinels should fail. Through our will to keep your fire a light in the darkness. Those that threaten your existence will fall. For we are the Watchers, and we will be your sword. We will be your shield. Your arms shall never grow tired. Your strength shall never be depleted. We stand behind you, and beside you! Our lives are yours to do with what you wish. For the fire burns a new.......and we hold the torches high in the nights sky!

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The council

“False accusations are not to be taken lightly by any means.” Said one of the seven council members dryly as they sat before their holographic screen. The council of seven were at their core a form of dictatorship. Since the fall of earth there were those living upon the colonies who sought out a chance at taking over leadership for themselves. It was a rather quick, and efficient new order. One which included the strongest,brightest, and highly superior collection of humans. On each colony there stood a single leader, and that single leader stood among six others in a council that oversaw all life on the colonies.

“False accusations!? Earth is in pain. She calls out to each and everyone of us! You know this, all of you! She is still alive, her heart still beats at the core. How can you ignore this?” Sev’s words continue to flow fluently without a single pause. He was determined to make his point across to the high council at any cost. Even if he knew that cost was far greater than he himself could predict. “You seem to be misguided Watcher. You speak with conviction, yet these words in which you convey fall on deaf ears. For we are aware of these calls,but they are nothing but scattered memories. A glitch in the system that must be repaired.” Sev raised his middle finger up at the holographic council members. “Fuck you!”

“Watcher! Hold your tongue!” Demanded the head member of the council. A man around the age of 60,at least in appearance. He was the only non hologram in the council hall. For he was the grand chancellor of Orion Colony. His name, Dako. His eyes fell upon Sev like a hawk on a mouse. He rose from his chair in a rather somber tone. “I have heard enough of your blasphemy! You speak in such a way of a child! These humans we have recruited have seem to had their effect on you as I feared. I warned you spending time with them will blind your vision, and your duties to this colony! Now you stand here as a forsaken fool bent on throwing away everything we have given you!” Sev stood there in silence. He knew he had crossed the line once again,and this time could be his last.

“Furthermore who are you to turn on your people? Your colony? A place in which true peace exists, and where we have control of which path our lives take! Here on the colonies we are safe, we are free, and most of all we are happy!” Sev’s hands tighten into a fist with frustration as the old man’s words only seem to dance around the subject at hand. Sev knew the answer, he always knew the answer.” You don’t care about earth...or those who perished on it. None of you cold,heartless bastards could even if you tried. Do you even remember her? The love she held for us,and the hope she gave us each day? None of you do, it is only power you wish to have overall life.” With that Sev walked out of the council room,frustrated, and alone. Hope was still there, and earth needed them. The question was, who was still left to save to her?

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Birth of the New Divide

"Is the ship to your standards Admiral?" Asks a Librarian as she stood beside the old war hero on the main bridge of the supercarrier, New Divide. Arthur R. Mccoy was a legend in his time and universe. A man that with his crew and ship fought to turn the tides of war in a galactic revolutionary war that had almost destroyed his universe. "Aye, it is indeed a charming vessel. Though, for such a peaceful race of humans, I must ask why is it you would need such a large machine of war as this one here?" The Librarian smiles from beneath her veil. "That is a question for another time my dear." Arthur wasn’t a fan of secrets, but he knew better than to stick his nose in things that were above his pay grade.

"So, how long until it’s fully operational?" Arthur asks as he begins to explore the main bridge with the Librarian following behind him. "Soon." The Librarian responded in a subtle tone. The vague consistency of answers seem to not be in short supply when dealing with the mysterious Librarians. They were an odd sort indeed, each one dressed in a dark cloak that covered about all of their body. The only revealing feature seem to be a set of glowing red eyes, that seemed to send a shiver down the few whom were lucky, or in some cases unlucky to come in contact with them.

It wasn’t long until Arthur and the Librarian continued their tour of the other parts of the ship. It was a deep descent through the endless corridors of the vessel. Some places were not fully up to code as yet, while others seemed to shimmer with the pristine perfection that was common of the Infinite Core. Soon Arthur found what he was looking for, the gun deck. There was an automatic attraction to the way the guns would call out to him. They were exact replicas of the guns that protected his crew on several occasions in space. He couldn’t help but approach them and place his hand against one of the barrels. It was a familiar friend. One that he knew all too well through his time in the service. The Librarian stood there silently a few feet away as Arthur took the time to reflect on his past.

"Your technology appears to be the finest I've seen in a long time. The fact that you have been able to replicate not just my required equipment, but the same guns that saw me through hell and fury is quite something." He steps away from the guns and faces the Librarian. "You sought to enlist the aid of a battle hardened commander, and you have succeeded in this venture. Though I must ask you one last question before I take the mantle of Admiral of you fleet." The Librarian simply nodded as she waited for his question. "You build a ship of war knowing that it's pure intention is that of what it’s been created to do. This I understand and can appreciate. Though I ask you. What is it that has you construct such a creation? For I do not think that it is for a blue rock...but something else."

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This is a place holder image until l get someone to draw the damn ship.

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Ship’s Name
The New Divide

Production information

Manufacturer

Location and Manufacturer withheld due to information not open to public eye.
((AKA we aren’t going to tell you.))

Model

New Divide Supercarrier

Class

Supercarrier

Cost

Unknown

Technical specifications

Length

23,000 meters

Maximum Acceleration

The Acceleration of the New Divide is 0 meters per a second due to the fact is has no form of engines or an engine core. Instead the ship’s acceleration solely relies on teleportation and dematleration which allows it to in the blink of an eye to teleport to any known location the crew so wishes. Making this ship a one of a kind.

Shielding

Multiple Layer Shielding

-Graviton shielding

-Kinetic Shieldings

-Thermal shielding

Hull

Reinforced Compound Metal Alloy hull

Nanonitium

Infused with an experimental form of living metal which allows the ship to repair itself when taken sustained damage.

Navigation system

Navigational systems aboard the new divide consist of multiple artificial intelligence. These A.I allow the ship’s systems to run smoothly in one perfect unison. Each A.I is in charge of a separate system aboard the ship and communicate from bow to stern in what most consider a never ending office meeting.

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Armament

Over 6,000 Broadside cannons and Heavy defense batteries

3000 Broadside Heavy Cannons on each side

4 Massive Rail Guns near frontal bow of ship

600 Heavy defense batters placed from bow to stern along outer hull of ship

400 Guided Tracker Missile Array

complement

Over 1,000 Fighter and Personal Transport units

200 Gunships

500 Fighters

600 Bombers

300 Ground transports

700 Air and Land Mobile Armored Cavalry

Crew

50,000 +

minimum crew

20,000

Passengers

305th Shadow Legion Droid Division

Watcher Battalion Alpha

Sentinel Units.

cargo capacity

300,000 metric tons

consumables

8 years

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Usage

Availability

Military/Exploration

Roles

Command ship

Carrier

Eras

unknown

Affiliation

Infinite Core

Fleet

Infinite Core Navy

Commanders

Fleet Admiral Arthur R. Mccoy

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Librarians

“ ..Your taste in music sister is rather interesting..” Commented one of the Librarians as they came walking into the one of the underground lab rooms at the deep center of Colony Orion. It was here where the true advances of the Infinite Core saw life. Deep within the core where only a select few gain access and where an unlucky many found themselves as test subjects. The Librarians, the hooded boogeymen of Infinite Core called this subterranean complex home.

“ Is it now? I find it rather entertaining and a marvelous example of what these homo-sapiens are capable of. “ Responded sister Xel as she was cutting open the skull of what look to be some type of beast. The song she was listening to was I can’t decide by the Scissor Sisters. A song which lyrics would best describe in a few words what the mindset of these ghoulish like beings consisted of. “ They wish to be called human sister,” Xel notions the comment off with her hand. “Homo-sapien, human, water sack, whatever you wish call them, I don’t frankly care.” The sound of metal scrapping against bone continued for a few more seconds before Xel stops and places the blade down on a blood stained tray beside her.

She reaches for a bottle of what looked to be some type of carbonated drink on the other side of the table. She sips for a moment and approaches her fellow Librarian.“ I would presume you are not here for pleasantries sister Xul.” The woman shakes her head and points to the radio playing the song. Xel chuckles softly and turns it off. Once Xel turned it off, Xul spoke. “ We are receiving orders to expand on development of genetic..engineering. “ Xel sighs and places her hands on her hips. “ I don’t like being rushed nor do I like being told that those mindless idiots up top are telling us what to do.”Xul sighs. “Sister please..” Xel interrupts her as she continues to rant.

“ How is it that these ignoramuses can continue to stampede like wild animals and expect our kind to slave at their will!? We are the most advance, and unspoken masters of what they desire. These fools can’t even solve a simple complex genetic code!” Xul raises her hand. “Sister enough!” Xel finally quiets down and takes a another sip of her drink. Xul explains, then explains thoroughly in detail about the current experiments and the new developments being offered to Xel’s bio-engineering wing. After a short time of speaking, Xul lets Xel sink it all in.
“Is there any questions my dear?” Xul asks. Xel shakes her head and goes back to the table to work on the specimen. Xul leaves the room, letting Xel continue with her work. Out of the room Xul hears the familiar noise that was Xel’s saw and the music in which she seem to enjoy.

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