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Sagittarius
Aura Code: FF7700, vivid orange
Aura Scent: humid, summer air
Ability: can multiply the intangible
Age: 26
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: fox with a rose in its mouth
Sagittarius has dark blue, nearly black hair and ice blue eyes. Very cold and serious, Sagittarius has always taken to his work with determination and something of pride, though as typical of one of the Twelve, he shows nothing of emotions.
Sagittarius was trained in the art of assassination from a very young age, and when the previous Sagittarius died when he was seventeen, he was placed in the other's stead.
Aura Code: FF7700, vivid orange
Aura Scent: humid, summer air
Ability: can multiply the intangible
Age: 26
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: fox with a rose in its mouth
Sagittarius has dark blue, nearly black hair and ice blue eyes. Very cold and serious, Sagittarius has always taken to his work with determination and something of pride, though as typical of one of the Twelve, he shows nothing of emotions.
Sagittarius was trained in the art of assassination from a very young age, and when the previous Sagittarius died when he was seventeen, he was placed in the other's stead.
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Gemini "Melrakki Kynligrland"
Gemini Twelve
Aura Code: unknown
Aura Scent: unknown
Ability: undetermined
Age: 17
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: unknown
Melrakki Kynligrland: he more commonly goes by "Fox", "White Fox", or "Rakki" for his name is indeed a bit strange. Despite its ethnic origins, he is not from the Iceland. He is from somewhere in Scandanavia, possibly Norway. He has a very rough accent that sounds vaguely of a combination of Irish and Norwegian that makes his voice sound harsh. Melrakki does at least. He's a typical loner, aloof and solitary, and prefers not to speak to others. He avoids human contact at all costs, though the need to purchase supplies and take shelter from bad weather forces him into contact. He doesn't necessarily avoid them because he wants to be alone. He doesn't want much of anything after all. He does it to keep them safe, and to keep himself from harm. It's not a choice, it's an instinct. When he is near people, he hides behind himself. He hides behind Melrakki. He lets Melrakki do the talking, the smiling, the walking. He lets Melrakki fake his way through the world, because that is what Melrakki does best. That is what Melrakki is for. But Melrakki is not the perfect person in people's skin. When he walks about, people stare at him, because he's different. He does something different. They stare and say, "Who is that boy walking with his eyes shut?" They stare and talk and Melrakki hates their staring, so Melrakki too hides and stays away. Away from people. To keep his heart safe. He's dark then. Dark and quiet. He's your "tall, dark, and silent" package tied off with a black bow. Ah, but despite whatever "tall, dark, and silent" demeanor he might possess, one thing offsets that sort of stereotype: he's terribly clumsy. Always running into things and tripping. Always. No one really knows what to make of him. Cool, confident, dark, mysterious, and clumsy? That's another thing. Darkness. Melrakki is scared of the dark. No. Not scared. Paranoid, petrified by it, terrified, horrified. The kind of fear that makes him scream and cry and claw at the walls. He turns from being the oppressor to the opressed. He turns from predator to prey. From untouchable to vulnerable. His hard exterior is hard to shatter unless he is in darkness. Why? Why is he so afraid of the dark? Most connect it to his past. What a travesty. Taking a gentle giant and sending him to his knees. Melrakki looks young and frail, and many call him boy because of it. Boy this and boy that. They talk about him like an ignorant child who cannot think for himself. He's seventeen. He can handle his own. He has faced more darkness than he can really remember. Not the kind of darkness that comes from the shadows of night, but the darkness that will eat you alive.Before there was the Twelve and New Zealand, there was another place. A whole different city. A great one. Soltalento. The rich, the poor, the wicked and the remorse; all lived and thrived and died within those streets and constructs of steel and stone. He was there. Reborn there. Redifined. Reinvented. Reborn. In some northern country of Scandinavia, a child was born. A little boy with black hair and ocean blue eyes. The moment he drew his first breath with his new lungs, he was whisked away to Soltalento. Not even a moment old and his fate had already been sealed. To Soltalento the child went, smuggled inside the walls to the secret facility below. Where men and women in white and black tore him apart. Heart, soul, body and mind: all ruined and raw, laid bare before them to do as they pleased. When they became satisfied with the results, when enough had been done to him, he was hardly human anymore. No. He wasn't human. Not at all. And then they told him to become Melrakki, and tossed him into the unforgiving world. He was alone now. Nine years old with no idea of his purpose or what had happened to him or what he was meant to do. He was different. He knew that. If the terror of night and the vague feelings of self loathing and self inflicted pain weren't enough, he couldn't even speak the language. Who am I? He asked that more than once. All he had as a name, a name he clung to for dear life. It was his only solace in this frightening world. This world he had never seen before yet knew so well. He found the cause of his difference. An ability. When Melrakki discovered his powers, he was helpless. Intriguing. Most people who discover their abilities become powerful, feared, and dominant. But not Melrakki. Melrakki became a helpless little child who was afraid of everything and everyone. Being lost and alone, no place to call home, he wandered. He never left the city limits, but he wandered up and down them for months. When he was quite near the end with no hope in sight, he was rescued. Rescued by people of a secret facility that cared for those who were different, these strange people called Theias. On the lookout for gifted children, they had originally thought Melrakki was some mere orphan, but it became clear he was indeed different from ordinary children. They took him to their facility. Helped him. Revived him. And that is where he found life. He learned how to survive, how to use his abilities. He served the people who cared for them, happily. But there was always this nagging feeling. Like he was being watched. Not by the security cameras or any of the staff or children but by someone... something else. Something inside him and all around him. So he stared back. He searched for this something, curious as to what it was. It would be many years before he would find the answer. Between the time of confusion and revelation, he did all sorts of things. The facility was intent on using their children. Melrakki and the others would search for others who were Theias, fight the ones who were intent on destroying the city or the Voids or the hunters, and save those who could not save themselves. And then there were things Melrakki did that he was not aware of doing. He would wake up in the middle of the night from strange dreams. Vague images of running, screaming, a streak of blood, death mist clouding over a stranger's eyes. He was always tired, hurt in places he didn't remember being injured in, bleeding from scratches he had never received, and thinking or remembering things he never did or would bother thinking about. And then knowing people he had never really gotten to meet before. Sitting next to a boy with dark brown hair and gray eyes and they would converse as if they were brothers, then always leaving wondering who that kid was. Often disoriented, he threw himself into his training and service with the facility, intent on not falling behind. This drained him more and more, taking small tolls on him. Several times he would fall asleep during patrols, catching naps on the train or car if they were going places. People began to take notice, but said nothing. They believed him merely suffering from some sleeping disorder. And all the while, that something else that constantly watched Melrakki, smiled and said: "Ignorant fools." Then one day, all Melrakki's questions were answered. When a voice spoke into his mind: "Hush, hush, Gemini, and awake!" Gemini? Who could Gemini be? Then it all came flooding in on him. All the things he ever did. All the horrors he suffered silently. Melrakki was the actor. And the real him, the one called Gemini was waking up. And Gemini answered that voice. Gemini answered and he obeyed. The twelve. The Zodyak. They awoke. And they answered their masters' calls. They annihilated everyone within in the facility. And once they were dead, they swarmed the town. It didn't take long. It didn't take much. Soltalento wasn't built in a day. But in a day, it silently fell. Then the children turned on their masters. The order had backfired. They searched and destroyed their masters and the manipulators. Crawled the earth and scoured the heavens. Kill. Kill them all. They did it. They accomplished. Their masters and manipulators dead, the twelve had nothing left. No guide. No master. No great puppetteer. They pressed their weapons to their heads and wiped themselves from the earth. The city was painted in red and they joined the blood stained canvas together, their bodies lost among the carnage. Save one. Gemini. That precious voice of his Master was not lost to the ruin. His Master had escaped all carnage, and Master ordered Gemini to live. So Gemini was led far from the slaughter, on new paths and roads. Far, far from the ruin of Soltalento. When he was far enough, he reverted to Melrakki. Acting and pleasant and a perfect little actor. Melrakki is different now. Melrakki knows all, his thoughts no longer completely under control, since there's only a few manipulators about that can alter his memory, having escaped with Master. So Melrakki knows. He knows everything. And Melrakki stays away from people. Melrakki doesn't stay anywhere long. After witnessing the aftermath of the Soltalento massacre, deemed the "Bloody Roanoke' by the media, he knows how dangerous Gemini is. How dangerous he can become when he is his true self. So to keep up his act, he becomes the loner. The solitary one. The one who can't walk without tripping nevertheless wipe out a city. He and Master have never met. Gemini and Melrakki both. He sees the manipulators though. When they want him to do something for them, or in emergency cases, they may reveal themselves. He is Melrakki now, as he wanders the cities. Melrakki, not Gemini. Please not Gemini. When he is Gemini, he is their puppet. He does whatever they say. He has no inhibitions, nothing to hold him back from whatever dastardly devices they want to use him for. When he is Melrakki, he is the perfect actor. A monster in sheep's clothing. Able to blend in with people and convince them he is just a normal human too. With the manipulators constantly blocking and unblocking certain memories, Melrakki's cover is more effective. He is just a pawn on their chessboard. A valuable pawn, but a pawn nonetheless. What he is, no one really knows. Was he ever human? Which side is real? Gemini or Melrakki? Which one is the original? That's the mystery, isn't it. Melrakki is all about mystery. He won't hurt people, doesn't hurt people, without necessary provocation. Melrakki doesn't at least. Don't provoke him. He hates to fight. Be gentle with him. And never turn out the lights.
The ZODYAK was a side experiment conducted by Marius' great, great, great uncle who had disbanded from the family to North America long ago. It was his way of trying to create the perfect Twelve. The children were raised and perfected to be assassins, but were also forced into a second personality, becoming both assassins and 'sleepers' at once. The project culminated in Melrakki/Gemini's generation, with both sides of assassin/sleeper agent perfected. The annihilation of Soltalento came to the Nightingales, and their intelligence uncovered Nightingale activity there. After intensive digging, they found out about the experiments and the project, its founders, and the people who continued to run it, as well as their demises. Gemini's master is still unknown, though they have determined the master to be female. Gemini of The Twelve was dispatched to find this Gemini. Melrakki was then added on as Gemini's successor after Gemini did tests to determine his skills. Through Gemini, they contacted Gemini's master and came to form an alliance. Gemini would be master's to control, but if they needed Gemini, the master would make the Twelve the priority. As such, Gemini is seldom if ever seen by the other Twelve, and hardly ever interacts with them, save on missions. No one knows his age or his looks, as he only ever comes to them as Gemini, wearing a white mask with the Gemini symbol on it.
Gemini Twelve
Aura Code: unknown
Aura Scent: unknown
Ability: undetermined
Age: 17
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: unknown
Melrakki Kynligrland: he more commonly goes by "Fox", "White Fox", or "Rakki" for his name is indeed a bit strange. Despite its ethnic origins, he is not from the Iceland. He is from somewhere in Scandanavia, possibly Norway. He has a very rough accent that sounds vaguely of a combination of Irish and Norwegian that makes his voice sound harsh. Melrakki does at least. He's a typical loner, aloof and solitary, and prefers not to speak to others. He avoids human contact at all costs, though the need to purchase supplies and take shelter from bad weather forces him into contact. He doesn't necessarily avoid them because he wants to be alone. He doesn't want much of anything after all. He does it to keep them safe, and to keep himself from harm. It's not a choice, it's an instinct. When he is near people, he hides behind himself. He hides behind Melrakki. He lets Melrakki do the talking, the smiling, the walking. He lets Melrakki fake his way through the world, because that is what Melrakki does best. That is what Melrakki is for. But Melrakki is not the perfect person in people's skin. When he walks about, people stare at him, because he's different. He does something different. They stare and say, "Who is that boy walking with his eyes shut?" They stare and talk and Melrakki hates their staring, so Melrakki too hides and stays away. Away from people. To keep his heart safe. He's dark then. Dark and quiet. He's your "tall, dark, and silent" package tied off with a black bow. Ah, but despite whatever "tall, dark, and silent" demeanor he might possess, one thing offsets that sort of stereotype: he's terribly clumsy. Always running into things and tripping. Always. No one really knows what to make of him. Cool, confident, dark, mysterious, and clumsy? That's another thing. Darkness. Melrakki is scared of the dark. No. Not scared. Paranoid, petrified by it, terrified, horrified. The kind of fear that makes him scream and cry and claw at the walls. He turns from being the oppressor to the opressed. He turns from predator to prey. From untouchable to vulnerable. His hard exterior is hard to shatter unless he is in darkness. Why? Why is he so afraid of the dark? Most connect it to his past. What a travesty. Taking a gentle giant and sending him to his knees. Melrakki looks young and frail, and many call him boy because of it. Boy this and boy that. They talk about him like an ignorant child who cannot think for himself. He's seventeen. He can handle his own. He has faced more darkness than he can really remember. Not the kind of darkness that comes from the shadows of night, but the darkness that will eat you alive.Before there was the Twelve and New Zealand, there was another place. A whole different city. A great one. Soltalento. The rich, the poor, the wicked and the remorse; all lived and thrived and died within those streets and constructs of steel and stone. He was there. Reborn there. Redifined. Reinvented. Reborn. In some northern country of Scandinavia, a child was born. A little boy with black hair and ocean blue eyes. The moment he drew his first breath with his new lungs, he was whisked away to Soltalento. Not even a moment old and his fate had already been sealed. To Soltalento the child went, smuggled inside the walls to the secret facility below. Where men and women in white and black tore him apart. Heart, soul, body and mind: all ruined and raw, laid bare before them to do as they pleased. When they became satisfied with the results, when enough had been done to him, he was hardly human anymore. No. He wasn't human. Not at all. And then they told him to become Melrakki, and tossed him into the unforgiving world. He was alone now. Nine years old with no idea of his purpose or what had happened to him or what he was meant to do. He was different. He knew that. If the terror of night and the vague feelings of self loathing and self inflicted pain weren't enough, he couldn't even speak the language. Who am I? He asked that more than once. All he had as a name, a name he clung to for dear life. It was his only solace in this frightening world. This world he had never seen before yet knew so well. He found the cause of his difference. An ability. When Melrakki discovered his powers, he was helpless. Intriguing. Most people who discover their abilities become powerful, feared, and dominant. But not Melrakki. Melrakki became a helpless little child who was afraid of everything and everyone. Being lost and alone, no place to call home, he wandered. He never left the city limits, but he wandered up and down them for months. When he was quite near the end with no hope in sight, he was rescued. Rescued by people of a secret facility that cared for those who were different, these strange people called Theias. On the lookout for gifted children, they had originally thought Melrakki was some mere orphan, but it became clear he was indeed different from ordinary children. They took him to their facility. Helped him. Revived him. And that is where he found life. He learned how to survive, how to use his abilities. He served the people who cared for them, happily. But there was always this nagging feeling. Like he was being watched. Not by the security cameras or any of the staff or children but by someone... something else. Something inside him and all around him. So he stared back. He searched for this something, curious as to what it was. It would be many years before he would find the answer. Between the time of confusion and revelation, he did all sorts of things. The facility was intent on using their children. Melrakki and the others would search for others who were Theias, fight the ones who were intent on destroying the city or the Voids or the hunters, and save those who could not save themselves. And then there were things Melrakki did that he was not aware of doing. He would wake up in the middle of the night from strange dreams. Vague images of running, screaming, a streak of blood, death mist clouding over a stranger's eyes. He was always tired, hurt in places he didn't remember being injured in, bleeding from scratches he had never received, and thinking or remembering things he never did or would bother thinking about. And then knowing people he had never really gotten to meet before. Sitting next to a boy with dark brown hair and gray eyes and they would converse as if they were brothers, then always leaving wondering who that kid was. Often disoriented, he threw himself into his training and service with the facility, intent on not falling behind. This drained him more and more, taking small tolls on him. Several times he would fall asleep during patrols, catching naps on the train or car if they were going places. People began to take notice, but said nothing. They believed him merely suffering from some sleeping disorder. And all the while, that something else that constantly watched Melrakki, smiled and said: "Ignorant fools." Then one day, all Melrakki's questions were answered. When a voice spoke into his mind: "Hush, hush, Gemini, and awake!" Gemini? Who could Gemini be? Then it all came flooding in on him. All the things he ever did. All the horrors he suffered silently. Melrakki was the actor. And the real him, the one called Gemini was waking up. And Gemini answered that voice. Gemini answered and he obeyed. The twelve. The Zodyak. They awoke. And they answered their masters' calls. They annihilated everyone within in the facility. And once they were dead, they swarmed the town. It didn't take long. It didn't take much. Soltalento wasn't built in a day. But in a day, it silently fell. Then the children turned on their masters. The order had backfired. They searched and destroyed their masters and the manipulators. Crawled the earth and scoured the heavens. Kill. Kill them all. They did it. They accomplished. Their masters and manipulators dead, the twelve had nothing left. No guide. No master. No great puppetteer. They pressed their weapons to their heads and wiped themselves from the earth. The city was painted in red and they joined the blood stained canvas together, their bodies lost among the carnage. Save one. Gemini. That precious voice of his Master was not lost to the ruin. His Master had escaped all carnage, and Master ordered Gemini to live. So Gemini was led far from the slaughter, on new paths and roads. Far, far from the ruin of Soltalento. When he was far enough, he reverted to Melrakki. Acting and pleasant and a perfect little actor. Melrakki is different now. Melrakki knows all, his thoughts no longer completely under control, since there's only a few manipulators about that can alter his memory, having escaped with Master. So Melrakki knows. He knows everything. And Melrakki stays away from people. Melrakki doesn't stay anywhere long. After witnessing the aftermath of the Soltalento massacre, deemed the "Bloody Roanoke' by the media, he knows how dangerous Gemini is. How dangerous he can become when he is his true self. So to keep up his act, he becomes the loner. The solitary one. The one who can't walk without tripping nevertheless wipe out a city. He and Master have never met. Gemini and Melrakki both. He sees the manipulators though. When they want him to do something for them, or in emergency cases, they may reveal themselves. He is Melrakki now, as he wanders the cities. Melrakki, not Gemini. Please not Gemini. When he is Gemini, he is their puppet. He does whatever they say. He has no inhibitions, nothing to hold him back from whatever dastardly devices they want to use him for. When he is Melrakki, he is the perfect actor. A monster in sheep's clothing. Able to blend in with people and convince them he is just a normal human too. With the manipulators constantly blocking and unblocking certain memories, Melrakki's cover is more effective. He is just a pawn on their chessboard. A valuable pawn, but a pawn nonetheless. What he is, no one really knows. Was he ever human? Which side is real? Gemini or Melrakki? Which one is the original? That's the mystery, isn't it. Melrakki is all about mystery. He won't hurt people, doesn't hurt people, without necessary provocation. Melrakki doesn't at least. Don't provoke him. He hates to fight. Be gentle with him. And never turn out the lights.
The ZODYAK was a side experiment conducted by Marius' great, great, great uncle who had disbanded from the family to North America long ago. It was his way of trying to create the perfect Twelve. The children were raised and perfected to be assassins, but were also forced into a second personality, becoming both assassins and 'sleepers' at once. The project culminated in Melrakki/Gemini's generation, with both sides of assassin/sleeper agent perfected. The annihilation of Soltalento came to the Nightingales, and their intelligence uncovered Nightingale activity there. After intensive digging, they found out about the experiments and the project, its founders, and the people who continued to run it, as well as their demises. Gemini's master is still unknown, though they have determined the master to be female. Gemini of The Twelve was dispatched to find this Gemini. Melrakki was then added on as Gemini's successor after Gemini did tests to determine his skills. Through Gemini, they contacted Gemini's master and came to form an alliance. Gemini would be master's to control, but if they needed Gemini, the master would make the Twelve the priority. As such, Gemini is seldom if ever seen by the other Twelve, and hardly ever interacts with them, save on missions. No one knows his age or his looks, as he only ever comes to them as Gemini, wearing a white mask with the Gemini symbol on it.