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ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｗａｔｃｈ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｉｔｙ ｂｕｒｎ

ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙｌｉｎｅｓ

ｏｎ ｔｏｐ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ

'ｔｉｌ ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｌｅｆｔ ｏｆ ｈｅｒ

ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｗａｔｃｈ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｉｔｙ ｂｕｒｎ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ

ｍｙ ｂｏｄｙ ｄｏｕｓｅｄ ｉｎ ａｓｈ ｗｉｔｈ

ｔｗｏ ｅｍｐｔｙ ｃａｎｓ ｏｆ ｇａｓ

ｔｈｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｅｖｉｄｅｎｃｅ ｔｈｅｙ ｈａｖｅ ｉｓ ａ

ｐｏｌｉｃｅ ｓｋｅｔｃｈ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｍａｓｋ

ａｎｄ ｉｔ'ｓ ｈａｒｄ ａｔ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｔｏ ａｓｋ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ

ｃａｎ ｓａｖｅ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｆｏｒ ｌａｓｔ

ａｎｄ ｉｔ'ｓ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｆａｃｅ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｔｓ ｗｈｅｎ

ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ ｆａｄｅｓ ｔｏ ｂｌａｃｋ

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A general from the great war and a true believer Melaina otherwise known as the bone crusher has finally broken free of her imprisonment in france. Raised in the faith of the Faceless Ones from a very young age it has been practically beaten into her that the Faceless Ones will be the saviour of a corrupt and broken world. Pledged to serve until her death Melaina took it upon herself to revive a rare and powerful magic known as bone breaker giving her the ability (as the title so aptly puts) to break a bone with the slightest touch. With her powers evening out any physical battle Melaina has spent just as much time on her mental abilities. As a strategist she is brutal eliminating any and all threats to her plans with a cool smile and a gentle touch. No one can see through her piercing green gaze and yet she can see through every problem put before her. Beware the women in black for all she desires is the worlds destruction through the great hands of her gods.
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name: melaina morgenstern nickname: bone crusher age: seven hundred branch: adept alliance: the faceless ones gender: female hair: black eyes: green height & build: 5'6" & lithe +traits: disciplined, inquiring, faithful, observant −traits: cruel, callous, zealot, secretive sexuality: bisexual

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❝ｗｈｙ ｄｉｄ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｇｏ ｗｒｏｎｇ?
Ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ＇ｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｏｎ
ａｎｄ ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｈｏｌｄｉｎｇ ｍｅ?
Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ
Ｉ ｇｏｔｔａ ｆｉｇｈｔ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｆｉｇｈｔ
Ｉ ｇｏｔｔａ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｗｉｔｈ ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｍｉｇｈｔ
Ｉ'ｍ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ, ｓｏ ｃｈｅｃｋ ｉｔ ｏｕｔ
ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｗａｙ
ｙｅａｈ, ｙｏｕ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｗａｔｃｈ ｏｕｔ❞

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One of the truly immortal creatures unicorns were there at the beginning of time and they will be there at the end. A solitary creature one such unicorn once made her home in a small forest where she had lived and breathed for thousands of years, nothing happened in her forest that she did not know about. Though forgotten by many the unicorn lived out her days peacefully until one dark day a group of hunters entered her woods. Able to keep herself hidden the unicorn watched these hunters carefully from the shade of the trees that is until a small girl joined their ranks. Like any creature so pure the unicorn found herself drawn to the girl and eventually approached the child when she wandered further from the group. In approaching the girl however it seemed that the poor unicorn had signed her own death warrant, these were not your typical hunters for their prey was the unicorn herself. Terrified and alone the unicorn put up a fight but was eventually cornered by the hunters her forest aflame and with a great struggle the source of her power and her life force was ripped from it's place atop her head. Left to die and burn along with her forest the unicorn was on the verge of death when a wizard chanced upon her. Young and foolish the wizard used his magic to save the dying creature and in the process turned her from a majestic beast into a pale young girl with white hair and the pink mark of a star where her horn used to be. Led away from her burning home the unicorn for the first time in her life cried both at the death of her friends and at the fact that she was now trapped in a mortal existence. Trapped in a body that was dying all around her the unicorn begged the wizard to turn her back into what she once was but he told her that without even a piece of her horn it wouldn't be possible. For a month the unicorn now named Aria travelled with the wizard in hopes of locating her horn while also adapting to being human. During a trip to London Aria found herself separated from the wizard and quickly found herself swept away in the large city. Becoming one of the many lost children on the streets Aria was one of the few lucky ones to be found and taken in by a family and not just any family, Lord Charles and Lady Helen Fielding loved the girl as if she were one of their own. Educated like any proper lady it seemed that Aria possessed a natural wisdom and intelligence that allowed her to practically sail through her lessons in reading, writing, arithmetic, and language. With the grace of her species Aria was enchanting in her lessons on dance, song, music, and art easily impressing her tutors and parents alike. As the years passed Aria easily squashed any suspicions over her character with a gentle smile and a kind word so that by nineteen she was one of the most beloved daughters in London. Using the adoration of those around her Aria continues to search for her horn, with five years already past however her hope of ever returning to what she once was become smaller and smaller.
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name: aria fielding nickname: age: nineteen species: unicorn (human enchanted) gender: female hair: platinum blonde eyes: lilac height & build: 5'8" & slender birthmark: center of +traits: gentle, observant, empathetic −traits: emotional, distrustful, manipulative sexuality: bisexual

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ｗｈｅｎ ｗｅ ｍｏｖｅ
ｗｅ ｃａｍｏｕｆｌａｇｅ ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ
ｗｅ ｓｔａｎｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｈａｄｏｗｓ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
ｗｅ ｌｉｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｉｓ ａｎｄ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｍｏｒｅ
ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｒｅａｔｅｄ



Ｉ ｃａｎ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｍ
ｔｈｅ ｗｉｎｄｓ ｈａｖｅ ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ
＇ｃａｕｓｅ ｗｅ＇ｒｅ ｗｏｒｌｄｓ ａｐａｒｔ
ｂｕｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ
ｂｕｔ ｗｅ ｗｏｎ＇ｔ ｌｅａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｃａｍｅ
ａｎｄ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｍｏｒｅ ａｈｅａｄ
Ｉ ｃａｎ ｂａｒｅｌｙ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ＇ｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
ｗｅ ｗｏｎ＇ｔ ｓｕｒｒｅｎｄｅｒ ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ
ｓｔｅｐ ｕｐ ａｎｄ ｗａｔｃｈ ｉｔ ｇｏ

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Ｔｈｅ Ｆｏｘ Ｓｉｎ ｏｆ Ｇｒｅｅｄ
Born on the streets it seems that Sona has walked through most of life on her own two feet with no one to help her. With no guidance from those around her Sona learned to survive through any means which of course meant that in times of desperation she would pick the odd pocket or two. Though she had no qualms with stealing she lived by her own moral code making sure that she would never steal from those in need or in distress, in fact when she could she would help them with the gift of food or coin. Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor Sona was arguably the best thief in Liones, she was never caught until she voluntarily gave herself up. Rather than watch an innocent pay for her crimes Sona stepped forward and was branded The Fox Sin of Greed.
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name: sona moreno cover name: sharon marino age: eighteen gender: female hair: black eyes: black height & build: 5'6" & athletic +traits: observant, principled, independent −traits: possessive, blunt, cunning sexuality: bisexual

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ｆｅａｒ ｎｏｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｎｉｇｈｔ,

ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｎｏｔ ｇｏ ａｓｔｒａｙ

ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｓｈａｄｏｗｓ ｆａｌｌ,

ｓｔｉｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｗａｙ

ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｂｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ

ｌｉｆｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｖｏｉｃｅ,

ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｏｆ ｄａｗｎ

ｄａｗｎ ｉｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｈｅａｒｔｂｅａｔ ａｗａｙ

ｈｏｐｅ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｓｕｎｒｉｓｅ ａｗａｙ

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Aušra Rayne, High Fae of the Dawn Court is strong by the standards of her court but against the other courts she is the weak link. By no means a warrior or a master of magic Aušra has always lived her life for other people in both her court and the other courts of Prythian. In this way she is one if the strongest fae and it's why Aušra emerged from the competition victorious against her three sisters. As high fae Aušra is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her people, she listens to their woes and worries and work together with them to ensure that all is right. Though Aušrahas always been good at getting others to believe in themselves she's never been able to do it for herself. Now in these times of oppression and fear Aušra is constantly second guessing her own decisions and doubting herself as one of the seven high fae.
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name: aušra rayne age: two-hundred and three appears: twenty court: dawn rank: high fae gender: female hair: copper eyes: blue height & build: 5'6" & lithe fc: celia pavey main trait: empathetic +traits: honest, responsible, selfless −traits: self conscious, emotional, protective sexuality: bisexual

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ｌｅａｄ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ

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Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｓｅａｌｅｄ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ

Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｃｒｉｅｄ ｍｙ ｔｅａｒｓ

ｎｏｗ Ｉ ｓｔｅｅｌ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ

ｔｏ ｄｅｆｙ ｍｙ ｆｅａｒｓ

ａｎｄ ｂｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ, ｂｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ,

ｂｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ

Ｉ ａｍ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ



ａｎｄ ａｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｕｎ ｂｒｅａｋｓ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ

ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ａ ｂｉｒｄ＇ｓ ｅｙｅ ｖｉｅｗ



ａｎｄ Ｉ ｗｏｎ＇ｔ ｌａｙ ｄｏｗｎ

ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ａ ｄａｒｋｅｒ

ｓｈａｄｅ ｏｆ ｃｏｕｒａｇｅ

ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｆｏｕｎｄ

ａｎｄ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌｏｏｓｅ

ｔｈｅ ｓａｖａｇｅ ｓｉｄｅ ｏｆ ｍｅ

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Born to a pair of travellers Rowan has very few memories of her mother and father and the only mementos she possess are her name and a small intricately carved wooden flute. When she as only two years of age both her parents became ill on the road and though the towns local healer did everything she could for them it seemed that death was determined to take the couple. Now an orphan with no knowledge of the world Rowan was taken in by the same healer who had tried to cure her parents. Raised as the daughter of Gerel (the healer) Rowan was welcomed into the small town and following her mother was taught to be a healer learning the trade along with her letters. A clever girl and dedicated student Rowan began helping Gerel in the trade at the age of eleven and was able to mix her own tonics and brews by thirteen. Not one to play games like the other children in her village Rowan instead found herself drawn to the forest exploring the endless treasures that such a place hid. Wether on her own or with her mother Rowan would spend hours in the forest noting the different herbs and their uses in a small leather bound book Gerel had given her the day she began helping with healers work. It seemed that fate had given Rowan a single path to travel when out of the blue her life was turned upside down. Out gathering some fresh herbs Rowan discovered a large stone about the size of her head and the colour of onyx, intrigued by the stone Rowan placed it in her basket along with the herbs and took it home to show Gerel. Her mother of course recognized the stone as a dragon's egg and though it pained her to do so Gerel sent her daughter to Eragon Castle to become a rider. A three month journey by foot Rowan set out with all her travelling supplies on her back and the egg carefully tucked away in a shoulder bag. It was well into the second month of her journey that the egg cracked and opened revealing a small dragon with scales the colour of coal. With only themselves for company on the road Rowan and her dragon quickly formed a friendship and became companions of sorts as their journey came to an end.
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Ｆｒｅｅ ｂｉｒｄ ｆｌｙ
ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｗｉｎｇｓ
ａｎｄ ｌｅａｒｎ ｔｏ ｆｌｙ
ｆｒｅｅ ｂｉｒｄ ｆｌｙ
ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｗｏｒｌｄ
ａｎｄ ｍａｋｅ ｉｔ ｒｉｇｈｔ
ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｗｉｎｇｓ ａｎｄ ｆｌｙ
ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｗｏｒｌｄ
ａｎｄ ｍａｋｅ ｉｔ ｒｉｇｈｔ

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When first glancing at one of the best bakers in Knoxford no one would suspect that Rosalie held the title of Fallen Angel or that her true talent was bringing justice to all who deserved it. Now running the family bakery, The Wooden Spoon, Rosalie gets up before dawn everyday to prepare loaves and other goods for the customers that day as well as clean and sweep the shops floor. During the day she continues to bake with the help of her two assistants and takes care of anyone who stops by with a kind smile and a few soft spoken words. A quiet presence to be sure anyone who thinks they can slip an extra biscuit or loaf always walks away disappointed for just as their sneaking the treat they suddenly come face to face with a stern woman holding out her hand for the treat. As an assassin Rosalie is neither seen or heard by her target until it's too late, in battle Rosalie masterfully manipulates the very air around her so that no one can touch her.
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ｗｈａｔ ｓｔｒｉｋｅｓ ｆｅａｒ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｈｅａｒｔ ｏｆ ｏｎｅ ｍａｎ
ｍｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｍｏｖｅ ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ
ｗｈｉｌｅ ａ ｓｔｒａｎｇｅｒ ｇｅｔｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈａｎｄ
ｙｏｕ ｔｕｒｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｂａｃｋ ｕｐｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ

ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｗａｎｔ ｔｈｅ ｈｉｇｈｅｓｔ ｔｏｗｅｒｓ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｖａｌｌｅｙｓ ａｔ ｏｕｒ ｆｅｅｔ
ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｃｏｕｎｔｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｕｒｓ
‘ｔｉｌ ｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ ａｎｄ ｌｏｖｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｍｅｅｔ

ｉｆ ｗｅ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ
ｗｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｄｏ ｗｈａｔ ｋｉｎｇｓ ｄｏ
Ｉ ｃａｎ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｅ ｅａｒｔｈ ｍｏｖｅ
ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｐｅａｋ
ｉｆ ｗｅ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ
ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｗｅ ｏｎｃｅ ｋｎｅｗ
ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ
ｗｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｗｈａｔ ｋｉｎｇｓ ｄｏ

ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ ｕｎｗｏｒｔｈｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｒｏｎｅ
ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ
ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｌｏｏｄ ｏｆ ａｎｇｅｌｓ
ａｎｄ ｗｅ ｆｅｌｌ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ ｓｔａｒ

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The unbreakable woman. Born to a normal loving family Rosalyn's family first started noticing her ability when she was only a few years old. If during one of her temper tantrums she didn't want to be held her parents hands would go straight through her or if she fell she wouldn't bear a single scratch and sometimes would even leave a dent in the floor. It was clear to her parents exactly what she was and though they tried to hide their fear it was clear to a young Rosalyn just how different she was. Always kept at arms length by those around her Rosalyn has always depended on herself and no one else, she's learned how to control her so called gifts and hide the from the world. Isolated Rosalyn walked through life as if she were a ghost in the halls of her school she didn't make friends, she sat alone at lunch, got good grades, and made sure that the only people who knew about her powers were her parents. Once she got her high school diploma Rosalyn left her small town roots and took the first bus going out of town and never looked back.
Density Manipulation: the ability to increase or decrease the density and solidity of an object or entity.
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The people of SEAUn (the South East Asia Union) have cast their ballots and in order to attain the peace that Japan enjoys they have opted to import the sibyl system. In order to ensure that the integration of the system abroad goes smoothly Sibyl has opted to send MWPSB teams to SeaUn and in specifics the Shambala Float to help with the transition. Outside Shambala Float however a rebel group has risen up to protest Sibyl and the false peace they believe it represents. A battle of beliefs will soon take place and the winner will decide the fate of mankind.

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ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｗａｙ ｏｕｔ
Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｓｔｕｃｋ ｉｎ ａ
ｃａｇｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｙ ｄｏｕｂｔ
Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ
ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｏｎ ｍｙ ｏｗｎ
ｂｕｔ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｔｉｍｅ Ｉ ｄｏ
ｔｈｉｓ ｍｙ ｗａｙ
Ｉ ｇｅｔ ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ
ｌｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｅｍｙ
Ｉ ｌａｙ ｍｙ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅｓ ｄｏｗｎ
Ｉ＇ｍ ｒｅａｄｙ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｎｏｗ
ｂｒｉｎｇ ｍｅ ｏｕｔ
ｃｏｍｅ ａｎｄ ｆｉｎｄ ｍｅ ｉｎ
ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋ ｎｏｗ
ｅｖｅｒｙｄａｙ ｂｙ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ
Ｉ＇ｍ ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ

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Ｓａｒｉ Ａｙａｌａ❦

nickname. allie gender. female age. twenty four alliance. rebels rank. technician sexulaity. bisexual

positive traits. intelligent, committed, caring, quick learner
negative traits. withdrawn, self-conscious, emotional, guilt ridden

Though she grew up in a war torn country Sari's father has tried his best to give her an education wether it was writing letters in the dirt with a stick or using old textbooks found by whatever means necessary. More than a willing student Sari has always found the best way to learn was to practice and like her father it seemed she had a gift for knowing what made machines tick. With most technology being scavenged from abandoned buildings Sari and her father were the people you went to if you wanted to fix it up. Though her reputation as a miracle mechanic kept her and her father on the better end of poor it also garnered her some unwanted attention from the different factions vying for power. Rather than accept their jobs Sari tried to keep out of the conflict as much as possible because she knew all too well exactly what happened to those who played these political games, they either ended up dead or in precarious power that never lasted. It wasn't until a faction backed by Japan crushed all the their rivals that Sari became involved with politics. When Shambala float was first contracted Sari and her father were called in to help build it and of course knowing what would happen if they refused they accepted the offer. At first Sari was blinded by the technology that was being imported from Japan, it was like nothing that she'd seen before and all she wanted to do was learn more about it. Though her father tried to warn her Sari was deaf to it and quickly became one of Shambala Float's main technicians it wasn't too long until she was pulled aside along with a few others and given a special project. Though not given all the details they were asked to design a system that would automatically dose someone with varying amounts of medication depending on the number recorded. At the time Sari had been wrapped up only in the mechanics of the thing and didn't give a second thought to it's purpose when it was finished however and the reveal of the collar came out Sari's heart dropped. Without realizing it she had just given an already empowered government a way to control people with the threat of death hanging over them constantly. Horrified by what she'd done Sari's crime coefficient sky rocketed and rather submit herself to the very things she'd helped create Sari fled the "peaceful" Shambala Float and made a home in the still war torn country. When the election was called Sari held hope that the people would see how twisted the Sibyl system was or at least how it was being used and yet it seemed that the public was still blind. Angry with herself and desperate to fix what she had done Sari joined the rebellion as a technician and mechanic fixing and maintaining weapons as well as screwing with the government drones during battle. Having told no one of the awful things she had done Sari has lost a little of her upbeat personality to become a withdrawn and self-conscious person who prefers the shadows to the light.