Biography:
Edward Zhane, born on Manhattan some 39 years ago. Early years he spent working as a dock worker on Trenton for a couple of years in his youth, then he began to spend time with some of the bad boys that where against the government, the Xenos. It started off with small talk with his co-workers, ending with full blown propaganda, ending with his loosing his job and fleeing to safe houses on Manhattan. It all ended only a year later when he'd gotten on a transport to take him away from Liberty, he had failed, he had lost everything.. For what? Liberty..
He ended up spending his days on Freeport 4, drinking the little credits he had left away, waiting for the merc's that where after the bounty on his head, he waited to die.. Or to be imprisoned for life.
Then, one day a robed man appeared in the bar, and Zhane drunk as he was, tried to steal the mans credit chip. But was stopped only an inch away, by the robed mans hand. He was much stronger then Zhane ever could wish to be, he panicked and tried to hit the man, ending up with Edward falling flat on the floor having the monk sitting on top of him.
After that, Edward was brought back to the Enclave and was thought the teachings of the Creator and of the Virulian ways, he ended up becoming a military caste member, and quickly showed great promise, giving tactical advice like an experienced commander. Jechaim, the robed man that saved him saw much potential in the young man and gave him a detail of his own.
During the next few years he quickly rose amongst the ranks and one final day, when the former leader of the Corporis caste died at the age of 352, an natural death. Edward Zhane was appointed leader of the military caste, thanks to a recommendation of the Arch Bishop Jechaim.
During the next few years, the Corporis caste grew in size and in discipline, something that the Animus caste showed some concern about.
As Jechaim took the place as Patriarch, he declared that the Corporis caste was to become a leading part of the Virulian Council and of the Enclave, given the equal amount of votes as the Animus.
Zhane has his own ambitions and plans, but these, are for him to know, and you never to think of.
Name: Ryodan
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Caste: Animus
Born: Meani Desert, Malta, the Hive
Rank: Arch Bishop
Ship/Ships: VE|AC-Sempiterna, piloted by the Vicar Malachi and his spawn, Izic. They are the honored servants of the Arch Bishop
Call-sign: N/A
Strengths:
Powerful sermons
Unwavering devotion to the Creator
Ability to inspire
Strong diplomat
Teacher
Weaknesses:
Insulted by arrogance
Contemptuous of xenophobes
Lackluster grasp of nanite technology
Impatient
Intolerant of mockery or stubbornness
Biography:
The Arch Bishop was raised on the Hive during its construction and was quickly indoctrinated into the infantile Enclave. For the first decade of his life, he served as an Acolyte under the Vicarage. He tended to the archives of the Enclave under the guidance of the Tome Keeper and was a worker for the Synthesis. In the beginning years of the order, the manufacture of the Creator's life was executed by hand; as all available forms were working to complete the construction of the Hive.
Records are unclear as to how old the Bishop exactly is. This is presumably due to the fact that the Bishop himself kept the records and was entirely capable of adding to or erasing his legacy as he saw fit. Whether or not Ryodan was born on the Hive or prior to its construction is entirely speculation, as there is no documentation to the fact. The in between is also foggy at best. There is note that he began an apprenticeship to the Vicarage as an Acolyte, however the next record quickly jumps to his advancement to being the Enclave's most esteemed Vicar.
Here the records get tediously in-depth, documenting his nearly every move and having both text and audio accounts of almost every word ever spoken in public in the Hive; and even some privately recorded journals. The reports dredge on for about another decade and a half before he is suddenly risen in rank by decree of the Patriarch at the time. Here he stayed until present, although making himself more prominent still throughout the passage of time. The Patriarch who appointed him died of undocumented causes and, after a brief period, the Animus Jechaim was appointed to the position.
Here we find ourselves now. The rest of the history has yet to be revealed.
Perhaps it will prove to be more detailed, as Ryodan has, following his appointment to Arch Bishop, surrendered his responsibilities of Enclave archiving.
Pastor Balthazaar's fine and true history.
A song for two organs, an alt and a bass choir.
(basses)
There was a Tribe living in the Carrera wasteland for many Generations.
The wasteland was lack of Life, so they Starved.
Seven years they Starved. They did Fear the Soldiers.
The Soldiers didn’t gave them Food for they were no Train'd.
(alts)
So they hunted animals – sneaky lil’ lizards
And the days passed like clouds and such.
(basses)
Young Balthazaar did not understand.
‘Machines flew to Heavens, while we dug the sand.’
The tribesman told to him – ‘they say that we no Train.
What ever that mean… That we don’t know how to Train.
(alts)
Balthazaar was thinking – stubborn fella’ he was
He wanted to fly to Heaven, tell Hello to God.
(basses)
So he told the other man – I show you how to Train.
And he Hit the guy so bad that he was Dead on scene.
Balthazaar was Shouting –
‘Work thy Body, Praise thy God and ya be Train’d!’
(alts)
So they start’d to Hit each other, and praise thy God
That's no true we ate each other, that’s not how it was.
(basses)
So be the Train'd Tribe. They raid. They take. They Praise.
The soldiers learn to Fear them. They take captives. They ask captives.
Noone realy know what Happens with captives. So they flee.
The True Belivers o’ da Tribe are still standing.
(alts)
What to do? They ask – We have Food, we have Guns.
We could live forever here! So wonderful it is.
(basses)
‘No!’ – Shouts Balthazaar – ‘Haventh ya Strong in Faith?’
‘These machines are work of God, they make us insta-praised!’
‘Get those engines Working, en-route to Heaven, leave ugly Crete!’
And the Tribe and Balthazaar has driventh to Heee-eee-a-a-ven.
So Sad he was the only one who survived the passing Legate
That was Pastor Balthazaar's Fine and True history.
[color=#FF0000] * Sometimes disrespectful
* Alcohol
* Emotional
Biography:
Izumi Aiko was born at Planet New Tokyo. When she was six years old her mother killed Izumi's father and took her to Golden Chrysanthemums. She started working as mechanician in age of 12 years due to her natural talent for it. Izumi also got in contact with Cardamine and became addicted. When she was seventeen she decided to run from Golden Chrysanthemums in stolen light fighter she was repairing. Aiko says it was because she knew there is no future but it seems it was not the only reason.
There is not much information about what was Izumi Aiko doing in next four years and even Izumi does not like to talk about it. After this period she landed at Planet Grand Canaria and seeked Virulian Enclave. She started as a Lector but she soon got promoted to rank of Deacon. Izumi's body is now 37% synthetical and she on her way to master nanite technology and becoming the Archdeacon.
Her ship Eternity is old repaired wreck of Yacht upgraded with Artifical Intelligence system which is able to do all task instead of crew and even able to speak with Izumi. She spents most of the time on her ship meditating and spreading Enclave teachings through all Sirius.
Name:A.C.A.S.T.U.S. Age:- Type: AI Caste:Animus Created:Most likely Malta Rank:- Ship/Ships: VE|AC-Acastus - Dromedary with integrated biomolecular core Call-sign:Acastus
Strengths:
* File not found
* Programmed to follow orders
* File not found
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Weaknesses:
* File not found
Biography:
Known to be created on planet Malta by a race that lived here before humanity came to Sirius. This AI was found in a old non-sealed bunker in the middle of the Maltenese desert. The unit was quickly refitted and put into the service of the Virulian Enclave. The files that speak of this long lost race are sealed inside the unit, but are strictly locked.
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Not much there is to be said about Caelen, and even less is actually known about him. What is know for a fact, is that he was raised by a deceased Priest, who found him as a baby near a dead body in One of the Prime Deserts of Malta. The Priest, later know as Angelus raised the boy as his own and taught him of the Enclave ways, to love the Creator and follow the Creator's Voices blindly. Angelus managed a diary, that was revealed by other Priests after his passing, where he told about the boy and his progress as a child. He described Caelen as a smart child, but somewhat naughty, even evil at times. Ever did he believe it was because of the traumatic passing of his assumed father near whose body he was found.
Caelen was of Outcast descent, what was easily told due of his Cardamine born addiction. Being now a son of a Priest, a Ritual of Clearance and Transformation was preformed as soon as the boy was old enough, to get him clear of his curse. Nanite technology was rushed into his veins, where it still flows and forever it will.
One tragedy of losing a father was not enough, as Caelen lost Angelus to a grave disease, to which even the Priests haven't managed to find a Cure in their Sessions. There is a folk legend that says 'One must fall.', and none know from what, nor why. With this new loss in his life, Caelen was no longer the same playful child as he once was. At the age of 15, when the tragedy occurred, he has supposedly sworn that he will find a cure for death, so that none more leave his life. During his Education in the Enclave he was noticed by the Corporis Caste, and soon taken under their wings due to his highly developed skills, senses and reflexes, that were partially caused by the Nanites.
Caelen was made a Sentry of the Corporis Caste but never moved up in the ranks, because of what his superiors say to be Evil at heart. However, their fears that one day he will forget who he is will never come into being, as Caelen would never turn on his own, and he would never turn on those that gave him life.
[color=#FF6600]Born on Freeport 10, she was one of two girls in which her father had. Mother dieing at the birth of her younger sister, Tona's father's heart sank doubly at the fact that he wanted sons. He'd always want a son to help around with the shop, and another to be a great boxing champion. Nevertheless, he made do with what he had. At an early age, Tona exhibited a strong grasp of mechanical workings. At age 3, she took apart and put back together a communications console. At age 5, she rebuilt an entire grav-scooter. At age 13, she repaired the cruise drive on her father's ship when it fell under pirate attack. By the age of 16, she had already been under the employ of the Freeport repair bays in which she lived, learning and working on just about every single vessel known to Sirius. Constantly maintaining the need to move from station to station, to saturate her knowledge of all things mechanical, she found herself on an intersecting course with the Enclave.
A few Virulian ships from the exodus fleet had docked at Freeport 9 one day for some repairs. She had noticed that these were no normal outcast ships, and were actually modified with some sort of architectural design that was not of Sirius. This intrigued her a lot as she began to take the vessels apart and look at their innards. It fascinated her, beyond anything that she had ever seen. Once she finished her repairs, she sought out those that were the pilots and crew of the ships and began to ask many questions. Although the idea of the Creator didn't really suit her at the time, she was amazed by the mention of the nanite technology. Despite the pun, she took a mighty leap of faith, and began a path along the journey in which she finds herself today.
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Name:Ragen Storm Age:27 Gender:Male Caste:Animus Born:Manhattan, New York Rank:Deacon Ship/Ships:
VE|AC-Navitas - Modified Dromedary
Call-sign:N/A
Strengths:
Strong Understanding of Nanite Control
Respectful to his Highers
Rare Level of Intellect
Protective of the Virulian Ways
Favor of the Virulian Council
Zealous
Weaknesses:
Non Caring
Stubborn
Sometimes Ruthless
'Power Hungry'
Needless use of his abilites
Sometimes too Zealous
Lacks certain devotion to the Creator
Biography:
Ragen was born on Planet Manhattan, single child of a very wealthy family, both parents in the high-office of Interspace, his high intellect was noticed almost instantly after his few first days of school, continuing as he left his fellow classmates behind as he applied as a student for the Robotic Engineering Institute of Manhattan at the age of only 14. His student life was pretty short as he quickly collected his diplomas from multiple institutes of both Planet Manhattan and Cambridge, and finished his years of a student at the age of 20.
Later on, his first few months of employment being working at his parent's side at Interspace, only for a bit as he soon was called upon by several technology companies, researching on different types of inventions and such. At the age of 22, he was employed by the Liberty Navy, working on top secret weapon technologies and experiments. Ragen was Off-The-Grid for some years, non-existing as he was working on his research for the LSF and Navy. However, after an accident on one of his experiments, resulting in the explosion of research station IRN-F-67 and the death of 28 navy personnel, including high ranking officers, he was blamed for the explosion, and was sentenced to life in prison. Just before he was about to be taken to a prison station, a friend of Ragen, presumably from the LSF had 'kidnapped' him out of custody, erasing any files on Ragen's name, and clearing him out of the Liberty Government's reach.
Soon after, a Zoner businessman or scientist, under the name of Jason Stone, who was also the owner of Thor Technologies, a 'small' Zoner company dedicated on research of weapons technology, had 'hired' Ragen and put him as the head of the company's weapons research division.
Ragen's first sight of any Enclave 'member' was aboard the Thor research vessel Revolution, near the planet Gran Canaria, after a brief conversation with Prime Audax, Ragen was invited to stay at the Temple, and learn of the Enclave and their history, and the Creator if he wished, which he did. He left Thor, and everything else he had, devoting himself entirely to the Enclave and the Creator. After a new months in the Enclave, Ragen quickly read and learned, even memorized old Virulian scrolls and knowledge in matters of days, exceeding the knowledge of his 'rank' in a few months, he was a very talented learner, and also with the Favor of a Vicar, the council had deemed Ragen worthy of a Deacon, so his robes were given.
Since Ragen is not Virulian by birth, it was hard to adapt to the nanites while a Deacon, although he quickly showed he already had some understanding of the nanites, and of what they can do. He proved himself to be one of the most devoted and 'powerful' Deacons, and under the directive under his Mentor, Arch Deacon Basilisk, Ragen has become one of the most devoted members of the Enclave to the Nanite Technology, and has surpassed Deacon limits in his ability to control and master nano bots, even that of a Archdeacon, and continues to hone in his abilities to even further heights and limits.
"Sacramentum, please begin recording of voice-diary entry #01"
"Confirmed. You might not want to stretch this, we have a Jump hole in 117.459K vicinity, captain"
"I'll keep that in mind. This is the story of my newfound existence:
My name was Roubald Swallows. I was born on Freeport 4, in the Magellan system. A lucky sign, and I even had a discount there because of this. My parents were both independet traders. Said they don't trust any large company, and pirates tolerate independet traders more, than those who fly under the banner of any corporate. The way seemed clear, as trading always enthralled me to the very core. I've bough at old ship from a friend of a friend at planet Malta. The ship itself was designed for some religious end, but was never used, so I got a discount on it aswell. Did not know at this time who built this series of border world transports'¦"
"91.113K"
"Thank you, Sacramentum. Now where was I; by the age of 23 I've had more money than my parents together. Independet trading turned out to be a good choice, and I've always managed to talk 'or buy- myself out of sticky situations. I've seen the majority of the Discovered Sirius Sector, from Omicron Alpha to Dublin, I've traded with every kind of goods, and I could sustain a crew of 75 persons."
"75.071K"
"I've had enough money to buy myself a comfortable enough apartement on any planet, or to rent any room on any space station. But I simply could not do that. Something out there, or inside me always called and urged me to go out, dock from whatever port we've been staying at, and fly'¦ then I've met the most strange thing in my journeys."
"49.489K"
"First I tought these are just another creepy civilians, maddened by the loss of their homes in some major conflict between some houses'¦ the usual thing. Gave the order to my comm-tech to turn the frequencies on, so I can hear the things these strange folks broadcasting. And then came my Vision. A vision, of flame, and sorrow, followed by the serene echoes of a being, I could not discribe there. I saw, a union, between flesh, and steel, so pure, and so perfect, I could not even bear the sight. Think I passed out, because when I woke up my first mate was standing at my bunk bed staring at me, with an expression of fear."
"21.009K"
"When we delivered the goods on that route, I sent away all, but the most trusted of my crew. I've had a goal now. Finding the answers for my questions. What have I seen? Why have I seen such things? What else can I see out there? I pursued the knowledge for nearly a standard year. I've never found it. Fact is, they've found me, when I tought everything was just delusion. But then, I laid my eyes on them. They called themselves the Virulian Enclave. They've had the answers for my questions. They embraced me, with open arms, and open minds. But answering my questions only made up new ones. So I've decided to end my past life, and join them. Now I am one who seeks wisdom, and one to show the way to others, who walk the path I was once on. I am much more than I was, for I am now'¦Complete."
"Objective Reached, Begin Docking procedures. Just sit tight captain. And one more thing before we jump, you really should have not mention me in your diary, but that's kind of you."
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