/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Age: 16-23 (unknown)

Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….

Unbeknownst to Konnie though is that he isn't the first Konstantin, nor would he be the last. A secret project by an unknown party he is the first attempt by humans to hybridize what is thought to be the genetic template for Angels with a human embryo in an attempt to make the perfect pilot, a being that can produce a natural AT field if subject to enough stress. The first model was lost in the Centro-Euro Academy disaster, but data gathered from the resulting crater shows evidence of two fields existing in the final melee. Production of clones was redoubled, but to keep their origins a secret, as certain parties would kill the boy on sight, clones were only dispersed to one academy at a time. At least that was the plan. The facility, based in those ruins in Russia were the prototype model was raised, was once again attacked by angels, and the only surviving clone was forced to survive in much the same manner as the first clone, before he as well was selected to attend the same academy the former had, though he had no knowledge of this irony. Still, he could never shake the feeling he got on its campus, from the first time he set foot on it till today. A mixture of dread and deja vu

Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster

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Name: Colonel Sanders

Gender: Male

Race: White

Age: ??? (appears to be late 40s/early 50s)

Fluff: In life, Colonel Sanders was an elite general of the United States, leading his men through countless battles and emerging victorious every time while cooking up some mean chicken to boot. However, as he grew old and frail he decided to open a fried chicken restaurant that grew into what we now know as KFC before eventually kicking the ol' 12 piece bucket. Now, in their direst hour of need, a secret laboratory has cloned the Colonel's DNA and given birth to a new Colonel Sanders, and in addition the scientists made him harder, better, faster, stronger, and loaded with weapons and robot parts. He possesses the trademark Techno-Enhanced ability of insane durability and regeneration along with terrifying skill with his favorite weapon, his trusty sword cane, and the knowledge of how to make the best damn chicken you've ever tasted (the TRUE recipe, the recipe they serve now is just a horribly bastardized version dumbed down in the name of profit). Now Colonel Sanders is ready to kick ass and take names, but first he has to learn how to fight again so they sent him back to school with all these young whippersnappers…

Archetype: Techno-Enhanced

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Name: Miroslav Kosančić

Gender: Male

Race: Serbian

Age: 17

Fluff: Vladislav was the child of two ordinary people in a village in southern Serbia. At the age of 11, when they passed through his village like a pestilence, his parents, along with most of the other townspeople were massacred. He, along with a few clergymen and a small number of fortunate townspeople survived by hiding in the local Orthodox Church, an event which both traumatized him and made him incredibly zealous. He and the survivors, after burying the dead made their way to the only remaining bastion, Belgrade. He continued to live there, raised and educated by priests in lieu of parents, yet always felt the need to save others from the fate that had befallen him. He signed up for the academy, and despite not having any powers of his own, his survivors guilt and search for purpose compels him to fight until all enemies of mankind are defeated. Despite all of this, however, he truly dislikes fighting, and desires to enjoy a quiet life if the enemy is ever wiped out.

Archetype: Badass Normal

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Name: Chuckles

Gender: Male

Race: Clown - Homo comoedia

Age: Somewhere between 14 and 18

Fluff: Clowns are hilarious. Clowns are terrifying. Clowns are some of the most fearsome warriors the Earth has ever known, but after the Clown-Mime Shadow War of 1955 the number of True Clowns has dropped exponentially. When the angels came, the clowns left in the world grew even more scarce, retreating to hideaways where their comedy could be practiced without fear of screaming hellfire reprisal from angelkind. There they have dwindled, suffering from the perpetual lack of facepaint, bananas and seltzer water, conserving the source of their strength, the HONKwave Force.

When the Apocalypse Academy crumbled, many of the last holdfasts of clownkind were found and destroyed in the ensuing months. The last of the Clowns have poured all of their training, power and comedic skill into one white-faced acolyte: a tall stringbean of a boy known only as 'Chuckles.' Possessing the strongest known attunement to the HONKwave in decades, Chuckles is likely to soon be the last of Clownkind, and when he passes, Clowns will go extinct.

But until that day passes, Chuckles will ensure that mankind gets the last laugh on the angel menace, doling out infinitely lethal pranks and mind-crushing blasts of HONK energy with the ease of juggling balls and whipping up fluffy clouds of cotton candy. Truth be told, Chuckles does not fear the coming storm; he welcomes it. It's going to be a riot.

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Name: "Viserah"

Gender: Viserah shows preference to female gender

Race: Viserah shows preference to Anglo-Saxon racial traits.

Age: Viserah has been in existence for 23 years, but has only shown sentience for the past 16

Fluff: Deep within the ruins of England, buried under meters of concrete and steel, the English government works to create anything that could save the world. There was no research too far, no experiment too risky, no line uncrossed. Anything that could help was considered, and probably put into testing. Visareh is one of the most successful of these tests. Born as little more than a test tube filled with some of the best genetics that humanity could offer, and than some, it was spliced, split and rebuilt. Although when it was finally poured out, it was better than a living pile of slop. But as time progress, the weapon known as VBW-342 began to show sparks of intelligence. Pouncing on it, the scientists began to educate the slime, and began to mold into something… more. It began to learn, to think, to even possibly feel. Although a weapon at heart, and designed to kill, the creature that became Viscera, and than Visareh, showed remarkable progress. Although initially slated to be sent to the original academy, the research team did not feel she was ready until now. She may lack a lot in general human knowledge, but she makes up for it in incredible biological powers, and a willingness to help humanity; for despite how alien she may seem, she is made from the same building blocks as all of us.

Archetype: Techno- Enhanced

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Name:

Maria Blue Mayfair

Gender:

Female

Race:

White (Celtic/Gaelic.)

Age:

15

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Maria was Not on in Dublin Ireland to her parents Steven and Katleen Mayfair, although from a young age Maria was sent to her grandfather to live with him in a nursing home. This was because Maria's parents were both soldiers who were dedicated in fighting the Angels. Their story was one of love and tragedy however Maria was not a part of it. She was a mistake from the beginning, they did not want to have a child. They had wanted to dedicate all they have to the fight but Maria had ruined that.

Marias grandfather was frail and senile, meaning that she had no real parent or guardian. She also didn't have any education, she was forced to live by whatever means she could from a young age. Although she did have a little help from the nurses at the home they were unable to look after her for long, they were already being spread thin looking after their patients. And so Maria mostly grew up on the streets of Dublin.

When Maria's parents did visit her they were rather cold, never giving love they merely spent their time with Maria training her in what they feel would help her best in battle. It was quite obvious from the beginning that their only intention was to have Maria follow in their footsteps and dedicate her life to fighting. Maria was a kind and naïve young girl who only wanted attention from her parents and so was driven to do anything that they said in hopes that they would recognise and praise her. But that never happened. They trained her enough so she could be independent and they would not have to visit anymore.

Maria had no aims in life, no goals or purpose. That was until both of her parents were killed in an Angel attack. Maria decided there that she would fight like her parents wanted her to. She would dedicate her all and kill these Angels. And when she was in heaven her parents would welcome and praise her.

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Emotionally Abused Youngster

Name: Eddie Hetfield

Gender: Male

Race:Caucasian

Age:19

Fluff: Eddie was born the son of a famed scientist of some renown in Jolly ol' england, he was raised to be posh and proper and take up his dads footsteps, that changed quickly as soon as he hit 13, despite being a technical genius much like his father he had no desire to become a scientist and work in a lab, no eddie considered himself a virtuoso from the first time he saw a guitar he couldn't keep his eyes off it, it was like a nice pair of tits for eddy, something about the strings and shape…no something about the sound just grabbed ahold of him and wouldn't let go, from the moment he saw his first guitar, he knew it was destiny…and so he begged and pleaded with his father to purchase a guitar for him.

Eventually his father caved and shelled out an absurd amount of money for a top of the line electric guitar, that is when Eddies true passion and talent began to take flight, Eddie…was unlike anything anyone had ever heard with a guitar his skill was damn near unrivaled, as if he had been born not to be a scientist, but to play the guitar.

But merely playing the guitar didn't satisfy Eddies desires, no he wanted to use his guitar as a force of good, all the news about the less fortunate countries and cities struck a chord with eddie and with most of the apocalypse academies shutting down it looked like there was little hope for the world, thats when it hit him.

Eddie had the brilliant idea to turn his Guitar into an actual functioning weapon, he had seen his dads research, he knew where he kept the key to the lab, but this would take time the plans he had were grand this wasn't something that could be done in a month, and so it was that eddie began the process of slaving away at his magnum opus, for 6 years he slaved away at turning his guitar into a weapon. When it was finally complete though, his idea fell flat….it just simply didn't work…he played and played but nothing happened, so Eddie took out his frustration the only way he knew how, by playing his guitar.

Thats when it happened, as Eddie launched into a riveting guitar solo, something changed within him, he felt a warm feeling wash over him, looking down at his fingers he noticed something that shocked him, they were glowing with some sort of blue energy as they danced around the frets. Suddenly as he continued into the solo his guitar started to crackle and pulse with energy before it launched a stream of it out of the neck at the wall.

Eddie promptly stopped playing dropping to the ground and laughed, but then he started to cry, those six years of his life he thought he had wasted were not for nothing, he had done it, he would be able to make a difference now.

So he went to his father told him of his creation and asked to be sent off to the Apocalypse Academy, his father sensing something changed within his boy accepted his request giving a solemn nod.

Archetype: Techno Magician

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Name: Großbürger Walter Berenberg, Prinz von Hamburg

Gender: Boy

Race: Caucasian

Age: 16

Fluff: Walter Berenger, Grand Burgher, and Prince of Hamburg. He has many other titles, quite a long list and not worth actually spending the time to mention in his opinion. In ancient times, the title of Grand Burgher was a special position, neither part of the German nobility nor aristocracy but above that, acting as a supreme Magnate over the kingdom states and subordinate only to the Emperor. The duties were akin to a Seneschal, and would provide to the Emperor all his magics and industry to help him run the affairs of state. Many of the Grand Burghers were legended for their ability as conjurers, some summoned up mountains of gold to fund the Kingdom in times of bankruptcy, others summoned mountains of Iron and Weapons to arm the soldiers of the Emperor, the greatest and most powerful even conjured up entire armies of men to fight for the Kingdom.

Empires and Kingdoms come and go, but the nobility remains. Indeed even in the modern age, the Grand Burgher was still considered a useful individual, though instead of mountains of Iron it would be rivers of Oil, fleets of Tanks and planes, divisions and regiments. The last Grand Burgher who served in the 2nd World War was said to have defended a whole region by himself and his own conjured soldiers.

Walter Berenger was born son of Karl Berenger, the previous Grand Burgher and pretender to the Throne of Hamburg, thus inheriting both titles as well as all the minor ones his father kept with him. From a young age, and due to the dire situation of the world, such high hopes were placed upon him, wondering if he would live up to the names of his ancestors. At the age of 14, he was asked by a group of soldiers to conjure up some great miracle. Focusing his all his untrained magical powers he thought very hard and created. . .hamburgers. Sodas. Warm food and cold drinks. It wasn't the reinforcements they were hoping for, but in consolation, the soldiers still appreciated.

This was something both of an embarrassment (though understandable because he was only 14 at the time and even most Grand Burghers of the past didn't do much of note until they were in their 30s and 40s, the most prodigious were as young as 22). But it showed that he needed training, education, and equipment to properly harness his powers. Now a young adult, he has been sent to the Apocalypse Academy to hone in his arcane abilities.

Walter was raised among the dwindling nobility, living a somewhat sheltered life among the upper class, is now sent to a school that picks anyone and everyone with talent. He has much to learn if he is to become anything more than a glorified food logistician, and maybe do something about that moniker people call him behind his back: "The Burgher Prince"

Archetype: Techno Magician (Class 1)