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On the last night of his life, Jonny looked himself over in the bathroom mirror, examining his reflection with a critical, judging eye. He tilted his head left, lip twitching as he cataloged the scar on his cheek, then right, pulling his best charming smile before scowling at the man in the mirror and pulling a grimace. He gave a turn, and after consideration, he made an approving noise to himself. Clean shaven, spiffy. A good looking man. "Not bad tonight, Jon," he told his reflection. "Not bad yourself," replied the charming man with a wink. He made some finishing adjustments, straightening his tie, smoothing his suit jacket, tucking his shirt properly. He ran a hand gently over his hair, not wanting to disrupt the Brilliantine. There was still something... "You know what you need?" asked the reflection. "What's that, handsome?" The man in the mirror leaned against the sink, turning his head to the side and brushing his hand once more over his hair, he scanned himself, finding

Jonny stood, as casually as he could manage, beside the crate. He was in some kind of storage car, he guessed. He had a been instructed to stay inside the box, but after the train had started to move, he couldn't stand it any longer. Being inside it with... That. Sprinkles was still sore about the last job, apparently. Nobody was going to come across him like this, alone in the storage car. He figured it was jake to wander the car as he pleased. However, he couldn't bring himself to leave the box. It was nothing special to look at, just a wooden crate with 'fragile' written on it. His lip twitched into a mirthless smirk. Fragile... was a word that could be used. For ninety years, he hadn't known where his body was. What Phil had done with him, he had never been quite sure. The boss had never let him knock off the asshole, or even get within ten feet of the guy. He'd assumed all kinds of things, buried in cement, tossed in the river, thrown in several different trashcans around the

Name: Giovanna Angello Age: 120, died at 26 Gender: woman Species: Human Ghost Height/Weight: 5ft4, 120 lbs WDSA Status: Unregistered Abilities: Ability to walk through walls and other solid objects. Ignores gravity, can 'fly' Has a spectral shotgun she can pull into being when needed. Can see other ghosts and magical energies. Can siphon energy from the living in a pinch to 'heal' herself. Requires physical contact. she has spent many nights chasing stray animals. Able to interact with physical objects very easily, she is a very solid ghost. If damaged enough, will reform by her body after several days. Gia has a very basic understanding of magic and can complete simple rituals. Weaknesses: Gia is one of the rare ghosts you can just punch, and it will hurt. Phasing through the living is much harder to do than phasing through walls or the floor, so she often can't do it fast enough to effectively dodge. When injured enough, she becomes skeletal and transparent. Gia is

Name: Sophia Aliases: None Gender: Feminine(genderfluid) Age: 45 (Appears early 30’s) Species: Feldgeister Height: 6 ‘0 Weight: 160 lbs WDSA Status: White badge (unregistered) Abilities: Passive Abilities: - Green thumb: Accelerates and enhances plant growth, yield and lifespan. - Enhanced healing: Sophia passively heals herself and others from injury. - Regeneration: Sophia can regenerate from even apparently fatal wounds. - Empathy: Can sense the mood of those nearby and see their aura. u - Toughness: Sophia is tougher than the average human. - Fertility: Sophia increases the fertility of plants and animals within a certain radius of her home. Active Abilities: - Transformation: Sophia can become a giant wolf-like creature at will. - Magic use: Sophia is proficient at a number of spells related to growth, regeneration, transformation, fertility, rebirth and healing, and has the ability to bottle and store them for later

Name: Adrian Vars Bishop Aliases: Vars Bishop; Master Illusionist and Magician Gender: Male Age: 24 years Species: Human Height: 5 ‘9 Weight: 130 lbs WDSA Status: White (unregistered) Abilities: Passive Abilities: - None Active Abilities: - Master shapeshifter - Adapt Magic-user - Endlessly charming Strengths: - Charming - Friendly - Adapt shapeshifter: can become a creature as small as a mouse or bird, and as large as a good-sized whale. - Can perform feats of true magic, such as lighting flames, creating small explosions, melting and forming ice, manipulating water, and causing bright flashes of light. Weaknesses: - Weak human body Personality: Vars was born a talented magic user, and throughout his life, has used his magic for his own personal benefit. He’s now a well-known traveling magician, and enjoys having every show in every city booked up completely. He’s self-centered

What Becomes Of Those Who Go Alone To this day we ask: Mother, why? Father, why? When the Oyevat roused from their age-old slumber and the Niviktem came to visit us, then vanished as swiftly as they fell from the sky and Desidekori fell: Why? Have our gods abandoned us? Does Ai Yokte not tear her hair and gnash her teeth, wailing for her countless children not even given the dignity of Ovskrudem? Does Ai Yaken not howl to the skies and raise rivers with his tears, casting about in vain for the tragedy no amount of luck could have prevented? We may never know. The gods are silent, as are the Oyevatem, though the satmaiktimsaalem of those who never got to move on scream in our ears to this day. But some melysteryevatem among us have speculated: we know of many ruins, but how many more are hidden right under our noses? Oyevatem set these places crawling and writhing with activity like Nyokuem fields; they love the dark and the cold, burrowing beneath the skin of Bothea and into her flesh

“A zem iyevat ierim olaamir…” “Laj ve iyevat ielt lezoem? Deye, laj ve iyevat ielt velen sorka, velen viel? Ve maler velen viel mal sin maler ve.” Melystervelkao had never thought about what death was like. He was old, to be sure, but so engrossed in his pursuit of forbidden knowledge was he that he never once entertained the possibility of Ai Matia coming for him. Perhaps he would stand before the Father to be judged, and the Mother would tell the tale of his long, long life before his timsaal was born anew into another body. Perhaps he would see all those he had left behind and walk with his Oyevatem ancestors once more before that time. Or perhaps matia was like a long night where he could rest accomplished, nothing left for him save to sleep and kuiyeskat. But he felt nothing. He did not sleep, he did not dream. Not a single tiao came to him. And for the first time Velkao found himself wondering: That’s it? Is there all that’s left now? Every Yevat believed in Bothea - how