Siège du CIR, Los Angeles
3 octobre 2049
16 h 45
Bureau du commandant-sentinelle Harland
 
Les formulaires, les rapports, les demandes de réquisition et une myriade d'autres documents étaient dispersés dans le bureau du commandant Sentinel Harland. Travail approprié pour un homme habitué au travail de bureau. Mais Cole n'était pas cet homme, une vie d'action l'avait rendu agité alors qu'il s'asseyait derrière son bureau en lisant une pile apparemment infinie de rapports de terrain et en remplissant d'innombrables documents de formalité. Alors qu'il souhaitait pouvoir revenir à son travail précédent, Cole trouva le bonheur que s'il le faisait, ce ne serait pas pour les mêmes raisons qu'avant. "C'est probablement mieux si je reste hors du champ de toute façon de nos jours. Pas ce que j'étais avec cette chose attachée à moi maintenant", a pensé Cole à lui-même alors qu'il regardait sa jambe cybernétique. Il avait perdu sa jambe dans un accident et depuis, il ne s'est jamais complètement habitué au remplacement. Sortir de sa chaise Cole est passé à la fenêtre arrière de son bureau donnant sur les environs. Les rayons du soleil semblaient briller dans l'air comme une brise douce pouvait être vue en passant par les arbres. Toutes les couleurs du monde semblaient être intensifiées avec des contrastes aigus et la vue des voitures et des gens en bas semblait presque parfaite. Bien sûr, les choses ne seraient jamais toujours parfaites, c'était la raison complète de la fondation du CIR. Il y aura toujours des combats entre les humains et les doués, et le CIR sera là pour s'assurer qu'il ne soit pas hors de contrôle. 
"Commandant Harland, je voulais juste vous rappeler votre rencontre avec M. & Mme Reynolds cet après-midi. Votre présence a également été demandée par les membres de notre département de R-D. De plus, j'ai une nouvelle série de rapports de terrain qui vous attendent. Je ne sais pas grand-chose, mais apparemment il y a eu une série d'assassinats, toutes les victimes étaient des Enforceurs », la secrétaire d'Anne-Cole donnait déjà à Cole la réplique du jour où elle est entrée dans le bureau. Avec ses yeux collés à sa tablette Anne n'a même pas remarqué que son patron n'était même pas à son bureau. Ce n'est qu'après un moment de silence embarrassant que Cole a réalisé où il était. "Pourquoi ces meurtres n'ont-ils pas été remarqués plus tôt?", dit-il avec un ton sévère dans sa voix et un regard encore plus sérieux sur son visage.
"Je ne suis pas sûr, monsieur. Comme je l'ai dit, tout ce que nous avons sur ce sujet est dans ces fichiers"
Cole soupirait de frustration avant de tomber dans sa chaise. Saisir le plus proche des nouveaux fichiers, il a commencé à les lire mais s'est arrêté avant d'aller trop loin. "Merci Anne, ce sera tout pour l'instant. Si tu vois les Reynolds, laisse-les entrer.
"Va faire, monsieur"



Siège du CIR, Los Angeles
3 octobre 2049
16 h 45
Archive 4
L'écran était un flou comme une quantité indistinguable de fichiers, d'articles, de livres, même de lignes de dialogue TV a volé. Pour Aaron, ce n'était pas un flou, mais plutôt une forme de divertissement. Ses quatre lunettes étaient capables de casser rapidement des photos de chaque information qui passait comme une caméra à grande vitesse. Alors que les Archives tenaient principalement des plans de projet et des dossiers de cas, il y avait des documents de certaines importations stockées là aussi, si elle utilise une aide à une enquête future. Mais toute cette recherche n'était pas une enquête, Aaron était simplement à la recherche d'un certain livre qu'il favorisait. Le "Le Prince" de Niccolò Machiavel était un favori personnel de lui et alors qu'il venait à posséder quelques exemplaires au fil des ans, ils étaient inévitablement tous perdus.
"Tu t'es enfin fait avoir!", un sourire grandit sur son visage alors qu'il commençait à télécharger le livre sur un lecteur flash. "Il faut considérer qu'il n'y a rien de plus difficile à réaliser, ni plus douteux de succès, ni plus dangereux à gérer, que d'initier un nouvel ordre de choses", récitant une ligne du livre Aaron a souri et est allé sur son chemin vers les niveaux supérieurs.
En arrivant dans la région de Sentinel, Aaron a été accueilli par ses collègues Sentinel, bien que le programme Sentinel soit un processus très sélectif, il y avait encore un nombre considérable de ces agents CIR d'élite. Certains ont eu une légère augmentation cybernétique tandis que d'autres ont choisi des remplacements si étendus leurs bras, les jambes, et des parties de leur torse ont reçu des augmentations. Aaron a compris le besoin, il était beaucoup plus facile de se faire tuer aujourd'hui avec ces nouvelles armes du marché noir. Une cache d'armes avait été perquisitionnée il y a quelques mois et ils avaient trouvé des armes lourdes qui avaient été modifiées au-delà de ce qu'ils avaient vu. Le CIR pouvait faire la même chose, mais cela ne ferait qu'entraîner une escalade et la dernière chose dont cette ville avait besoin était de faire un champ de bataille entre les autorités et les criminels. Au lieu de cela, une approche plus subtile serait adoptée. Les agents saisiraient des caches d'armes, arrêteraient les itinéraires de contrebande, arrêteraient les principaux distributeurs, tout en maintenant la paix entre deux espèces.
"Hé Walsh!", s'écria Esmond un autre Sentinel avec un cadre assez volumineux. Aaron a souri mais ce sourire est rapidement devenu un regard d'horreur. Esmond avait une poignée de main forte... une poignée de main très forte, et ce n'était même pas dû à la cybernétique. La dernière fois qu'Esmond a serré la main d'Aaron, il a cassé sa main prothétique. "Oh, c'est Esmond! J'aimerais pouvoir rester et bavarder ", il était trop tard, Esmond s'approchait déjà d'Aaron dès qu'il reconnut les lunettes. Au lieu d'une poignée de main de mort Aaron a reçu un bro-hug mais avec la densité musculaire dans le bras d'Esmond, il a senti comme si Aaron avait été frappé dans un mur. "Haha, je ne t'ai pas vu autour du mess depuis un certain temps. Qu'est-ce que tu mijotes?", Esmond était peut-être une montagne de muscles mais il n'était pas une tête de viande. Alors qu'il ne soupçonnait jamais vraiment Aaron de faire quoi que ce soit contre le CIR, Esmond avait tendance à être un peu curieux.
"Je frappe les archives dernièrement. Je cherchais un certain livre"
"Quel livre cela pourrait-il être? Hmmmm? "
"J'ai déjà lu "Le Prince" avant?", Aaron a demandé à Esmond mais n'a reçu qu'une réponse.
"C'est par Niccolò Machiavelli, destiné à être un guide sur le fait d'être une règle efficace"
"Je vois que ton ego a un peu gonflé, la seule chose dont tu as la règle, c'est de trouver la merde la plus inutile à lire"
"Pensez-y de cette façon, un roi n'a pas réussi pourquoi? Une personne qui s'occupe d'un grand nombre de personnes. Si nous apprenions tous à maintenir efficacement la paix à un niveau individuel, le monde irait mieux?"
"Quoi que vous disiez idéaliste, de toute façon je vous verrai plus tard. Je veux aller à la salle de gym avant que le mess ne se ferme", avec ce Esmond stupéfié créant de légères secousses à chaque pas. La seule chose qui passe par l'esprit d'Aaron était, "Est-ce que la salle de gym est même nécessaire à ce stade pour vous?"
Name: Cia Reynolds
Age:  45
Eye Colors: Brown, they are now green though
Personality: Cia is a very happy go lucky kind of girl, she finds the bright side of everything no matter what the situation, she often even brings people together with her great attitude. Cia is also seen as a natural born Leader due to her great ability to lead others who need help. Cia however has been known to snap and go on a complete rampage when something she cares about is hurt. Her language also becomes very vulgar when this happens.
Type: Type 3
Abilities Cia can move and crush multiple objects with her mind, this normally isn't noticable as she uses it at long range for the most part, however she has been known to create a sort of ethereal arms to use from time to time. Cia's limit to this power though is that she can't pick up something heavier than a car. Cia cannot pick up other people, however she can pick up herself and float around for a short while.
Bio Cia was born into a rather nice family. They cared for her even when she first exhibited her powers. She was born with heavily deformed arms that had to be amputated when she was a young. At the age of 13 her abilities awakened, her life from there seemed to get easier as she had a far easier time moving around and even getting up. However once the Gifted Genocide began her family was killed trying to protect her. She was able to get away and has since worked to help protect other Gifted with The Conclave.
Cia joined others after her orphanage was found out to be full of Gifted. John had come to her orphanage planning to kill some of the orphans. Cia stopped him and threatened his life. This was when her more frightening side was discovered. She later helped to take down several members of the DMA however she got carried away and completely massacred a Warden named Pariah. Cia has since not shown her other frightening side since.
After everything went down Cia started to work at the orphanage full time. She later married John though she still teases him whenever she gets a chance. She has also helped with raising Mayumi after John adopted her. Cia has since been a rather happy person.
After finding out she couldn’t have children she chose to look on the bright side of it as no child with her severe disability would be born at least. She wouldn’t have to help a child without arms grow up and struggle. She later took in a baby boy though that she helped to raise. Where he came from was anyone’s guess. All Cia knew was that he needed to be cared for. She has raised him as her own son and even adopted him after naming him Patrick.
Other Cia runs an orphanage
Is married to John Reynolds
Has a son named Patrick.
Theme Song: Always Look on the Bright Side of Life


Patrick Reynolds



Age(21 and up): 12
Eye Colors: Purple and Blue
Personality: Patrick much like Cia is a bit bipolar, however his scary side isn’t as bad as Cia’s, its more of just an extremely creepy stare that often allows him to get what he wants. Cia however finds this look cute instead of terrifying. Patrick also is very upbeat much like his adopted mother. He knows that he’s adopted and doesn’t really care if he is so long as he has a mother who loves him.
Type: 2
Abilities
Psychological: Fear and Joy: He can make anyone around him cower in fear. He makes them see nightmares, though he can also make them happy things like have the entire room look like it’s blooming with flowers. Either way the person under his power will either become frightened to the point of peeing themselves, or happy to the point of peeing themselves.
Skills(for humans and gifted): Pat is a wonderful chef, many say he has a future as a chef as his cooking skills are unmatched.
Bio: Patrick or Pat for short, was born to an unknown mother, however he was born with different colored eyes yet he had no powers. He was given to the orphanage just after he was born. He lives a peaceful life with his adopted parents, Cia and John, and is adopted sister Mayumi. Pat for the most part lives a great life.
Though he was bullied a lot by the other kids at the orphanage growing up he loves helping out around the kitchen. Patrick however became a gifted at the age of 9. A kid had kicked sand in his face and he suddenly got angry, his ‘scary face’ appearing scaring and making the kids scared, even the ones not looking at him. Cia realized that Patrick was a gifted though his power was a bit frightening as it was surprisingly powerful and Pat couldn’t always control it.
Other Patricks favorite animal is a bear.
Patrick is seriously claustrophobic. To the point where he started to have a panic attack when one of the kids closed a box he was playing in. This also caused his powers to activate again.
Theme Song: Hide and Seek

John Reynolds



Age: 46
Eye Colors: Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple
Personality
John is a rather calm and kind man, and has developed into more of an optimist than the pessimist that some had once considered him to have been. He cares very strongly for his family, and will do anything he can to help them should they need it...and that extends, to a degree, out to old friends like Cole and Ace. Additionally, he hasn't told anyone yet, but his gift has begun to affect his mental state; at times he will experience unprovoked flashes of images, memories, and/or visions...and he knows they aren't his, but they are all about him.
Type: Type 1
Abilities
Psychological:
John has the power of telepathy, and can use his power to read minds or communicate over long distances. He has been trained to use his powers to track down other gifted, though his superiors think he is only a Type 4 Gifted, and so he has secretly trained himself how to read minds and communicate telepathically.
Bio
John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try.
John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training.
For a time, he worked as a Hunter Agent for the DMA, tracking down Gifted to capture them. He did, however, feel a great deal of remorse doing so, and was known to even go out of his way to protect the lives of Gifted with harmless abilities. It was this mercy that eventually led him to meet a young girl, Mayumi, who's parents had been killed by John's commanding officer in the attempt to locate her. Feeling sorry for the girl, and feeling tired of having to murder his own kind, John betrayed his officer by stabbing him in the back and helping the girl to escape.
Eventually he had investigated a lead concerning a possible orphanage for Gifted, where he once again met his future adopted daughter, Mayumi, and also met his future wife, Cia, who found out he was a spy and had at first threatened to kill him. They came to the agreement that John would help Cia find a friend who had been captured, and so the journey began.
At first, while John found Cia attractive, he was quite afraid of her power. Over time, though, he saw more of her compassionate side, especially with how she was so protective of the children in her orphanage. Around the same time he also had decided to not only help Cia out at her orphanage, but personally adopt Mayumi, as well.
Continuing on the path to expose Mallory and remove Callahan from office with the likes of Ace and Cole, John continued to bond with Cia. And once Mallory was dealt with, and the DMA severely wounded, John began to think of his new friends as family. But only after they had reached their ultimate goal of getting President Callahan impeached did he realize that he loved Cia, as it was finally safe and possible to no longer live in fear.
Eventually, as most of the original anti-Callahan group began to drift apart, John and Cia went on to get married. John helped her out at the orphanage, but also made sure to spend personal time with his newly adopted daughter Mayumi. For the time being, with treatment of Gifted improving quickly, life was good.
Post Example
Other
-Gained his powers at the age of 16.
-Is now married to Cia.
-He still carries his two telescoping shock batons he had been issued as a Hunter for the DMA.
-He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.


Norville Rogers
Age: 28

Hair: White, as white as snow.
Eye Colors: Blue and Gold. The top half of his eyes are an icy blue, while the bottom half is golden. A rare eye mutation even for a metahuman.
Personality: His personalty is hard to describe as his character changes depending on who he is around and who is influencing his mood. He does have constants in his character; he tends to be laid back letting others go first, loyal to his friends and won't turn his back on them, and lastly his love for food, he never turns down a good meal.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Norville has a unique ability, he can freeze any form of water. From normal bodies of water to rain and even the minute particles in the air if the humidity is high enough. His power keeps his body temperature lower than normal. He feels cold to the touch and his appearance reflects it in his white hair and pale skin. A passive benefit of this is he can never feel cold, and is most comfortable in colder areas. This comes with a cost, heat doesn't agree with his low body temperature and he sunburns easily. Amounts of heat that would only agitate normal people can actually burn Norville, and in comparison something that would cause minor burns on normal people would give him severe burns and pain.
Skills: Norville knows the current limitations of his powers and is decent at holding his own in a fair fight as he is just an average man, but with a strong limited power that can be expanded on with practice and help. He has very little skill in hand to hand combat but he has had plenty of practice using his abilities defensively to protect others and himself. He is a decent battle medic as he can close wounds by freezing the blood on the outside of the wound long enough to tightly bandage it, and he can administer medicines to help with symptoms of poisons, disease and pain.
Bio: *Static* A young man's voice could be heard, "I think I finally got it working. Well I want to get started on my day to day entries as soon as I can, so I will make this quick. Hopefully it saves this time around. All right, take seven." Some shuffling of papers before he spoke again, "My name is Norville Rogers. I am a metahuman, or that's what the media and my class mates like to label us as. Anyway back to my childhood. I was born in St. North Hospital twenty years ago. I was around three years old when an accident happened that separated me from my parents. Not long after that I was in an orphanage. Life there was simple; wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, try to get adopted, do homework, go to bed and start it all over again. Same routine until my fifteenth birthday." A pause, the sound of ice falling in a glass and liquid pouring, then a large gulp. "That morning when I was getting ready I noticed in the mirror that something was different, my eyes had changed from solid icy blue to a heterochroma match that is very odd. My eyes seemed cut horizontally, the top half the normal blue, the bottom a golden hue. I started feeling more comfortable in colder areas and my friends started to worry as I was cold to the touch. Doctors said my eyes could be explained by a loss of pigment and my colder skin a hormonal imbalance, if it started to affect my daily life I needed to get aid immediately. No one wanted to accept the fact that I was different, even after all of the uproar that happened years ago. As I learned to control myself I was able to hide my differences better and fit in. I somehow made it through high school without anyone finding out, and even my first two years of college. Only my room mate knows and he doesn't care, so long as I don't temper with the thermostat too much." Norville chuckled and took another sip of his drink. "I hear that the discrimination was far worse when I was younger, I guess I could count myself lucky that I was a late bloomer. End introductory entry." A faint click can be heard before silence.
*Static* Norville's laughter can be heard. "Entry 207, Graduation day! Today I graduate college with a masters in Chemistry and hopefully I can find a job to suit my skills. I don't have time to talk much longer, but it has been a while. Graduating at the age of twenty-seven! Man am I glad I can finally go out and be my own man. I'll give more details tomorrow when I have the time. End entry." A faint click then silence again. Norville jolted awake in the lab where he had been introduced into this line of work.
I am a sentinel. Not the ones you hear about that go out and fight the terrorists, but one that helps in other ways. At home base my mind is used to help create medicines and other materials to help defend my allies from harm. But when they let me out in the field, my task had always been to defend and help the injured. I am no doctor but I can stop bleeding and inject medicines to help with pain and symptoms. I am a battle medic, simple as that. A quick fix to keep the injured alive and kicking until they can reach a doctor. Those thoughts invaded his mind as a rough draft for his next journal entry.


Kyle Kruger



Age: Appears to be in his late 40s.
Eye Colors: Bright green.
Personality: Unusually exuberant and slightly eccentric. It is truly difficult to find the man in anything but high spirits, earning him the nickname "Smiles." Beyond this demeanour is a man that is absolutely devoid of empathy when it comes to his enemies, a mentality born, in contrast, from his unbreakable love and loyalty towards the things he has devoted himself to the protection of.
Type: Pure human
Skills: Kyle is a capable leader of his men, among whom he has instilled respect through his consistent ability to get results. His expertise has been sharpened by decades of service on foreign battlefields and back home against metahuman resistance groups during the Callahan government. Now finding himself and his men on the opposite side of asymmetrical warfare, he has proven more than adept at learning from and applying the techniques of his old adversaries.
Bio: An aged special forces veteran turned Hunter and counter-insurgency tactician of the Callahan presidency. With his absolute hatred for Metahuman kind, he was not much of a fan of the new world ushered in after the fall of the human supremacist government. Equal scorn was directed towards the government itself who, as it turned out, had caused the mess and the creation of these monsters he so despises in the first place. Kyle and his old unit, the "Storm Hounds", successfully evaded justice, and went underground for many decades, remaining in contact through a covert network. This network managed to find its influence surreptitiously seeping into various human purity groups, from there drawing new recruits. The Storm Hounds gradually evolved from a special forces unit on the run into a small terrorist cell in its own right.
Although Kyle and his assembled force hold nothing but contempt for metahuman kind, they have become unwitting defenders of the system through taking their fight to the Scions of Divinity, who they see as a greater threat to pure humanity.

Bottles emptied of their contents were scattered all through the office, joining other debris that had been torn apart and thrown to the ground. A figure slouched over his desk, head in one hand, pen held between quivering fingers in the other. His chest heaved heavily. Outstretched before him was a journal. The page header read "June 12th 2030." The prior entry, June 11th, after many furiously scribbled out lines, simply stated "Today Callahan is impeached. The war against the metahumans is over." Kyle brought his baleful, red stained eyes up to a framed photograph. It depicted Kyle Kruger himself and his men in formation during a visit to the base by President Callahan. He counted up the faces in that picture that belonged to comrades now buried. Swallowing down his rage, he returned to penning the newest entry: "June 12th: The Storm Hounds declare war on metahuman kind." Kyle's mouth twitched into a tired grin at this. He snapped the journal shut and slipped it into his pocket as he rose to his feet.
Later that day he gave the order to his men to suit up. The first shots of Kyle's personal war were fired by the Storm Hounds against their former brethren in the military that had come to apprehend them. From there, they scattered into the wilderness, vanishing from sight and, months after that, from memory. There were rumors, of course, of a mysterious force spotted in the depths of American woods, of hidden training grounds and outposts. While traces of these things could be found when investigations were launched, they proved excellent at covering their tracks, remaining forever elusive.
Other:
- "Storm Hound" originated as a military task force formed from 50 paratroopers of the 101st Airborne Division to perform counter-insurgency warfare, ultimately aiming to "Outguerrilla the guerrillas." They were later responsible for many atrocities under Callahan's orders. Usage of the name has spread to Kyle Kruger's human supremacist organization as a whole.
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Theme Song: "Running Gun Blues" - David Bowie