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Name: Matthew Kai
Age: unknown, presumed around late 20's
Personality: Devoted to the Runners, will risk anything if one of his comrades are in trouble. Mostly keeps his own ambitions to himself. Sees three particular Runners as the family that he never had, but not willing to tell them until it is necessary. He's always trying to find new recruits to help in the Runners business.
-Worn-out tracksuit running pants.
-White sleeveless shirt (sleeves torn off)
-Horizontal slash-scar across left arm
My life first changed way back then when the government first rose to power. They changed everyone's lives, for better or worse could only be guessed at. But for me, it turned out for the worst. I was only five years of age back then, they had taken my parents away from me. I didn't know why, I still don't, but I wanted so desparately to find out.
We had been running from the government's underlings for the best part of my life and so we had never really settled down and I never really had the chance to make any friends. Once we had reached a supposed safe house, in an old warehouse, my mother told me to find somewhere to hide that they would never find me and to stay there until she gave me the signal that meant I could come back out. That signal never came. I was hiding in the smallest spot I could squeeze into between carrier boxes. Through the gaps between each box I could see glimpses of what had transpired. The uniforms of the government's s
Sai character profileOC Profile sheet
Name: Sai (Last name long since forgotten)
Personality: Withdrawn, willing to do anything to complete a mission unless it clashes with his feelings especially towards his friends.
-Black shirt (left-arm sleeve torn off, right arm sleeve is a long sleeve with punk-like patterns along the forearm)
-Black fingerless gloves
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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