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matty loves you too <3

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Before Aion, Ashley was a Navy SEAL inducted from the naval branch of
PSYOP. He was a phenomenal operative who specialized in negotiation
and information gathering, and he served as a part of a SEAL team
for nearly eight years before dismissal. It came abruptly following an
incident where an unknown entity appeared mid-deployment, presum-
ably due to a space-time rupture. Although the area was isolated,
there were still civilians and Ashley's team was wholly unprepared.
Seven of his squadmates and twelve civilians were killed from the
noxious gas produced by the entity, and more casualties would have
followed if Ashley hadn't begun negotiating. Even through the language
barrier, he was able to mitigate any further damage until the rest of
his squadron arrived. The incident was investigated discreetly and kept
out of the public eye, and Ashley's dismissal from the SEALs was a part
of the cover-up. Although he still received pension and benefits, the
adjustment back to civilian life was nigh impossible. Nightmares and
survivor's guilt led to a deep depression. He refused a service dog on
multiple occasions, even when therapy results offered abating returns.

A little over a year after the incident, Ashley had his second encounter
with the unknown, during a blizzard where he lived in North Dakota.
He stumbled upon what he originally thought to be a dog, hit on the
side of the highway, and freezing in the middle of the snowstorm. He
did what any good samaritan would and bundled the creature up, taking
it home with him. Ashley gave the creature warmth and shelter, doing
what he could to patch it up or, at the very least, make its passing com-
fortable. Despite the odds, the extraterrestrial canine survived and its
health improved, and perhaps in thanks, it entrusted Ashley as its keeper.
In turn, Ashley gained the companion he never realized he needed. The
pair were inducted by Aion less than six months after Broadway's discov-
ery, though the two of them are a bit unconventional even by Aion
standards.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

❖ ashley milano ❖ thirty-four
❖ male ❖ he/him ❖ human
❖ field operative ❖ heterosexual

Ashley is on the taller side at 5'11, and
out of gear, he weighs 180 lbs. He tends
to tan in the sun rather than burn, and
he sports a fair amount of muscle for
someone of his size, as expected with
his spec ops background. He has brown
and green eyes that are rather close to
hazel, and Ashley has a tendency to keep
his hair short when given the option. His
preferred outfits include flannel, t-shirts,
slacks, and occasionally sweatpants. His
dog tags never leave his person.

When it comes to first impressions, Ashley
comes off as very stoic and no-nonsense.
It could be a case of "resting angry face,"
combined with the years of experience
under his belt, but he's actually quite the
opposite. Ashley tends to get a feel for
his audience and pick his battles when it
comes to interacting with others, and once
he's decided whether a person has a sense
of humor or not, then the mind games be-
gin. There's never a concern of "making it
weird" around him, as he will always outdo
you nine times out of ten. Despite this, he's
still very closed off when it comes to shar-
ing emotions and experiences with others,
as he fears regaining close attachments only
to lose them later.

[Kveykva]

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species page ❖ adopt page

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐂𝐄

❖ broadway ❖ undetermined
❖ agender ❖ he/it/they ❖ alien
❖ companion ❖ asexual

Much like its vulpine counterparts, Broadway's species is
deceptively large at a distance. From nose to tail tip, he is
roughly 3 ft in length and weighs just under 10 lbs. His body
markings look strikingly similar to a roadway, complete with
a pair of bright yellow center lines along its back and under
belly. The tips of its ears are dusted white and he has white
speckles all over his otherwise black fur. Broadway's fur is
short and silky, thanks to copious amounts of conditioner. In
the center of its underbelly is a distinct keyhole, and the
interior feels exactly as you would imagine a lock to feel,
complete with pins and drivers. Broadway doesn't seem self-
conscious about the area, but they dislike when people try
to poke around there. The only other notable thing about
their appearance is its eyes, which never seem to open.

For a creature who is so dependent on another being to
achieve its final stages of maturity, Broadway is rather self-
centered and snobbish. He feels superior to most others and
never misses the opportunity to prove it. Although not exce-
ptionally strong in the physical aspect, Broadway's species
are renowned for their psionic abilities. They grant him
telekinesis, telepathy, heightened awareness and intelligence,
and an aura whose overflow manifests itself as a flurry of
snowflakes. His favored pastime is starting controversy and
watching chaos ensue, followed distantly by listening to
instrumental music and sunbathing. Although Broadway is
incapable of directly manipulating others' emotions, he's
rather good at finding ways to get under people's skin. Ashley,
however, seems to match Broadway blow for blow when it
comes to the mind games, and so far, the vulpine hasn't been
able to surpass his keyholder.

Broadway spent most of his life on his own, even during his years as a kit. They never knew either of their parents, but he was quite content to have his life to himself. Although flox usually have a keyholder that they imprint upon, Broadway was fiercely territorial over its key and never allowed anyone close to it, and it took a near-death experience for him to change his mind. He was hit by a car during a blizzard while trying to cross the highway in search of shelter, and a second vehicle narrowly avoiding killing him on the spot. From the flurries of snow came a creature, a human who offered warmth and comfort to him. For the first few days, Broadway made his peace and accepted his fate, but the energy produced by this human was strong. It was filled with an almost lost determination, and its power ebbed into them until they began to regain their strength. Broadway felt indebted to this human and entrusted it with his key, and in the six months before their acquisition by Aion, Broadway imprinted on Ashley and developed a personality very similar to his keyholder's.

[Kveykva]

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐘 ! !
𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! !
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[sammy,]

i adore them both . fantastic

[amithethird]

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"Soap?!"
Yes, she goes by Soap. No one is quite sure which came first: the attempts at
shortening her name that eventually landed on something ridiculous, or her refusal
to admit that yes, that B&E on the news was her, often accompanied by her catch-
phrase, "Don't look at me, my hands are clean."

"Is that her real name??"
Sophronia Bonewits? Oh absolutely not. At least, it's not if you're defining "real name"
as the name she was born with. But she picked this name a long time ago, and she's had
it for so long, it's become more real to her than the name her parents gave her.
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personality
driven, insightful, tough, honest
shameless, sassy, independent, wiley
nosy, reckless, troublesome, tactless

Soap is hard to pin down, in every sense of the word. She's spent so much of her life going
about her business with no regard for the consequences of her actions, and that makes
her a bit unpredictable. And yet, paradoxically, it's easy to figure out where you stand with
her. She's not one for the Brits' style of communication - beating around the bush and not
saying what you mean all the time. She's very direct, and if she thinks you're an idiot, she
will let you know it. She won't hold that against you, though. Some of her best friends have
been idiots. She herself is, in fact, an idiot.

Everything about Soap's life says that she should be a sad edgy darkbastard, but she's been
there, done that. Got the t-shirt. Would prefer not to go back to what she used to be. And
the best cure for that, in her opinion, is not taking herself too seriously. She's not one to
posture or pretend to be something she's not. She knows what she is, and what she is is a
feral nerd with a semi-useless superpower and no social skills. She doesn't care if others
see her as competent so long as no one is trying to stop her. The thing she cares most
about now is solving mysteries and learning new things, and there's no shortage of those
kinds of things these days.

Soap has a very one-track mind. Once she's decided she wants to know more about
something, it can be very difficult to divert her course. Nothing short of an act of God is
enough to get her to drop something, but she's gotten very good at pretending to let
something go while continuing to pursue it in the background. She can be extremely hard
to control at times, and it's hard to find something to threaten her with that will actually
get her to behave. It's a trait her superiors are well aware of at this point, and it causes
them no shortage of strife. But her tenacity comes in handy when push comes to shove.
If you have a mission that can only succeed through a combination of reckless ingenuity
and sheer willpower, Soap is definitely the one you want on your side.


history
Soap was born in 1794 in Virginia. The United States was still a new nation that had barely
begun to be tested, and the world in which Soap grew up was constantly changing. After
the War of 1812 and the advent of the Industrial Revolution in the US, Soap's family
decided to try their luck out west. At the time, she was engaged to a young man named
Thomas, and after much discussion, his family decided that they wanted to join Soap's
family in traveling west, and so when she was 19, they all packed up their lives and left
Virginia. While living the life of a frontier housewife wasn't exactly her dream, it was a
life she'd made peace with, and she certainly had enough grit to make it. She was prepared
for the hardships of farming on the plains and living miles and miles away from civilization.
She never could have prepared herself for the rifts.

In 1816, a hole in time and space opened up near her and her husband's homestead just
long enough to let something alien through, though neither of them would realize it until
disaster had already struck. This alien life-form was an incorporeal parasite incapable of
living for long without a flesh and blood host. On its home planet, it found those hosts in
the animals and other sentient beings there, but those beings were not like the humans it
ground itself among. It tried to take up residence in Soap's body, and it was not prepared for
what it found. The encounter happened late at night. One moment she was sleeping, the
next she felt as if the back of her neck was being seared, though not by heat, but by bitter
cold. It sent her into a panic that Thomas was unable to bring her down from, and he was
positive that she'd just suddenly gone insane. That is, until he saw the handprint on the
back of her neck. Thinking she was being possessed by a demon, he sent for a priest
immediately (or the closest they had out there), and in the meantime Soap was left a
catatonic wreck. She knew something was wrong with her, but she had no idea what. She
felt sick and cold and her head felt like it was being weighed down with ice so cold it
burned. And there was a voice that kept trying to speak to her, but she refused to listen.
She was so desperate to be free of it that she become violent towards anyone who came
near her, and she spent almost a week in a confused, terrified stupor.

The priest her husband called for did an exorcism on her, but in the end, that's not what
brought her back. In the end, the alien lifeform perished, but not before doing irreparable
damage to Soap's mind and body. When she dreamed, she found her self floating out of her
body, and it took a lot of effort to make her way back. She could usually return before her
husband woke up, but the few times she couldn't, he woke up to her lifeless body staring up
at the roof of their cabin, cold to the touch and dead as far as he could tell. More than once
she terrified him by suddenly returning to herself as if she'd come back from the dead, and
he became convinced that this thing was not his wife anymore. She tried to reassure him
that she was still herself, but she knew he didn't believe her, and she was afraid of what he
might do. She expected him to leave her or send her back to Virginia. She wasn't prepared
for the night he tried to kill her.

The next time her soul left her and she suddenly woke up after seeming to be dead, Thomas
finally panicked and snapped, convinced that the demon hadn't really left her at all. He got
out of bed and with an eerie calm went to find his rifle. Soap could tell something was wrong,
but she didn't get the chance to do anything before he returned with the gun. Then he shot
her. And after that he didn't know what to do. He spent the next three days pacing, wracked
with guilt and horror over what he'd done, and all the while Soap lingered in her astral form,
slowly growing more and more ferociously angry that this had happened to her. She was angry
at every little thing that had lead to this situation she was trapped in, and all that energy had
to go somewhere when her body - which Thomas had been too afraid to move from its place
on the bed - healed enough for her soul to return. After three days she got up again, bloody
and furious, and she killed her husband. Then she fled.

The story of what had happened spread like a morbid folktale, and most people who heard it
didn't quite believe it. Few people knew exactly what had happened, as Soap and Thomas's
neighbors hadn't heard the initial gunshot, nor had they come to visit the homestead during
the three days Soap was dead. All they knew was that Thomas's wife had been possessed by
a spirit and hadn't been right since. Then after a long while of not hearing from any of them,
some of them saw her fleeing into the night, covered in blood, her wild eyes reflecting the
moonlight. After Thomas was found and buried, the cabin and the farm were abandoned, and
Soap never returned.

She spent many years roaming the American West, first as a vagrant and a ghost story in her
own right, and then as an outlaw as she began to come to terms with the strange powers she'd
been given and learned to control them. She changed her name to Sophronia Bonewits, a
somewhat morbid play on words that she felt was appropriate, and she never changed it even
after her name became infamous among cowboys and homesteaders alike. She ran with train
robbers and highwaymen until a mistake finally got her killed, and after she woke up again,
just like the last time, she once again moved on to find somewhere far enough away that her
name wouldn't be recognized. (She'd already changed it once, and she was loathe to change it
again. That was just too much work.) She ended up traveling all the way back to the East
Coast, but that certainly wasn't the furthest she'd end up going.

Soap has traveled all over the United States, Canada, Europe, and even parts of Asia. She has
spent her immortality seeing all she can, learning all she can, and trying to come to terms with
her life's troubled start. She's had to figure out for herself what she really wants out of her life,
and she's had to live with the ghosts of her past, sometimes literally. After deciding that she
wanted to put all the things she'd learned and lived through to good use - and perhaps fill in
some of the historical gaps in her knowledge - she was recruited by Aion in the UK to help with
the current temporal crisis. Though she doesn't have all the facts about the being that started
this whole ordeal for her, she does have her suspicions that the "demon" was very real, and
learning that it may have been a displaced alien has brought up some of her old wounds she
thought she'd left behind. She doesn't like to think about it, though. She just tries to stay
focused on her work and her mysteries.

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𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊..................
........"𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙿"
..................𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚜

age: some (~200)
species: alien
gender: nonbinary female
sexuality: pansexual
role: researcher
abilities: astral projection,
communing with the dead,
immortality


appearance: Soap certainly looks
human enough. At 5'5" she's not the
most intimidating figure, and brown-
eyed, brown-haired humans aren't
exactly rare. She doesn't dress to
stand out either. Hoodies and jeans
are her clothing of choice. The more
she's able to fly under the radar, the
easier her job is. However, if you
look close enough, you'll spot the
things that make her different.
It's mostly little things that the
average person would just find weird
or creepy. She tends to sleep with
her eyes open, and in the right light,
you might catch a reflection coming
from behind her eyes, much like a
cat or a deer. The air around her is
often colder than it should be, and
her skin is always frigid and clammy.
But the weirdest thing is the scar on
the back of her neck. It's a
discolored patch of skin that could
almost be a burn scar, shaped like a
hand print, as if someone grabbed
her by the nape of her neck.


skills:
- athleticism
- library science and artifact handling
- speaks several languages
- investigation/detective work
- no formal combat training, but she's
scrappy and vicious when cornered

weaknesses:
- a bad shot, don't give her a gun
- a terrible medic
- bad at following orders
- can't charm her way out of a paper
bag, she'd rather punch you and run
- see description of abilities


abilities: Soap's primary power is
her ability to project her soul out
of her body, which comes with a
number of benefits and drawbacks.

Her immortality is probably the
greatest benefit. The connection
between her soul and her body is
complicated and weird now, and
it means that simply damaging
her body is not enough to destroy
or banish her soul. Likewise, her
soul being removed from her body
is not enough to kill her body. So
they're sort of at an impasse. And
thus she can't die. This does
cause some problems, though. If
her body takes enough damage,
it won't be able to hang onto her
soul anymore, and she'll be ejected
from her body. Though she heals
faster than a regular person, it
still takes a few days (give or take,
depending on the type of damage)
for her body to heal enough to
support a soul again. This means
that she's stuck in her astral
form until then.

Soap's astral form is usually
invisible to regular people, and
only those with senses attuned to
the spaces between planes are
able to truly sense her when she's
like this. She's incapable of
interacting with objects or people
in the physical world, though she
can still see them, and most
things cannot interact with her.
Though over the years she has
perfected a technique that allows
her to be seen and heard on the
physical plane by others. When
projecting on the physical plane,
she appears as a semi-translucent
white figure whose features are
vague and shifting. Her form is
much more clearly her when
drifting between planes, but it's
very difficult for her to keep a
consistent, solid form while on
the physical plane. She looks like
an honest-to-god ghost, and her
presence tends to freak people
out, regardless of whether or not
they've seen her like this before.
She believes this fear response
is largely involuntary.

While in her astral form, Soap
is able to see more than just the
physical plane. She's also able to
see the souls of others who have
become trapped between planes.
Actual ghosts. She can speak with
them and interact with them,
which has often proven useful
when investigating certain events.
Ghosts have a whole wealth of
knowledge that the living just
aren't capable of possessing, and
they'll share it with you if you
know how to ask politely.

Another quirk of her powers, also
owing to the fact that the link
between her soul and her body is
more flexible now, is that her
body and soul are capable of
pairing up with more than just
each other. Soap is able to
transfer her soul into suitable
hosts that aren't already
occupied by another soul.
In theory this means she could
take over a corpse, but she's
never actually tried it, and she's
not sure she wants to. This also
means that her body can be
taken over by another soul while
it's unoccupied. It hasn't happened
many times...but it has happened.
It's not an experience she's very
fond of.

[amithethird]

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.𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍,
.......𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎.
..........𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎,
......................𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
....................𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖,
........................𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗,
..........................𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡,
.........................................𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗!

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.

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res for relationships

[harrington]

SOAP!!!!! what a name

[sammy,]

i adore her ! accepted <33

[amithethird]

Thank you, thank you <3
I'm gonna try and get her history and everything finished today or tomorrow.

EDIT: ok, I'm more or less done with her form, I stg she's gonna be more fun than she looks