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Name: Ismael Chowdhary Pseudonyms: Mecha Freak, Dune-Dweller, Ismael Age: 23 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Species: Pandoran (Cybernetic) Planet of Origin: Pandora Career: Lieutenant, Head of on-board Entertainment Appearance: Like all Pandorans, Ismael has a characteristic trait, his skin is slightly radiant with a soft blue hue, which is quite hard to notice with the untrained eye. Other than that he looks much like an average Arabic-Indian man of brown complexion, apart from his cybernetic left arm. His wardrobe ranges from spacesuits to academic robes, and even political garments. He has bright green grey eyes, and an up

PuzzledHeartBox Ratakh had, in his childhood, trained himself of remaining awake through the astral sphere: something similar to lucid dreaming, but referred to as "the awoken spirit" - a means which he could rely on to stand guard during the night. He thought of his companion and his song, Y’tuwai’s sleep was not without dreams; dreams of the ‘avatar’ and the tall tales told by this ancient tree. He dreamed of the day of Hu’ans - of an age where, supposedly, people of long before the chaos that now ensued, people would reside at that time. Ratakh himself was taller than Y'tuwai - at least from a physical stan

hunterN05 The sun rose up over the trees near the compound, casting a reddish hue across the morning sky. A lightly chilled wind blew in from the north across the grass creating waves of green. The outside felt great to most of the compound's inhabitants, Samuel had decided to spend the day outside. But he was hidden deep within the woods, brandishing his sword and practicing on a dummy he made out of a log. His jacket cast aside, and his body wrappings taken off, showing a pale and heavily scarred upper body. PuzzledHeartBox Xarr rose from a branch in the forest that happened to be overlooking his friend Samuel whom was hard at work. He

Name: Bryan Jackson Gender: Male Age: 31 Weight/Height: 68kg / 181cm Occupation: Geneticist Appearance: Shaggy, mid long black hair, dark chestnut eyes, lean body with slight muscle definition. Wears the typical Umbrella scientist clothing, but has a pin attached to his suit on his left chest pocket in the shape of a holy cross. Family: Daughter Sylvie(dead) and his wife Amelia(dead). Home State/Country/Region: New York, Upper East Side. Skills: 1: A deep understanding of science and biology.2: He's swift on his feet and avoids combat at all times.3: Tactician, he always makes a backup plan. Weapons: Main: Silenced pistol with both live

Noon, 7 September 2002,  Raccoon City, Umbrella Corporation Research Facility The alarm sounded, fire doors closed, and neurotoxins began permeating the air. Screams of agony resounded in the corridors and one scientist after another collapsed to the ground of the underground level 3, the Biological Research Laboratory for human trials. Bryan reached under his desk and calmly put on his gasmask, he then entered his password and the exhaust system drained his room of toxins after which he proceeded towards his office door, sealing it off with his ID card after which he then walked back to his desk. Bryan didn’t care much, he was a ge