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we few, we happy, we band of useless layabouts

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Name: Ireny
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’7”
Weight: n/a

Personality
Ireny is mostly a pile of glaring faults held together by a couple of smaller faults that could probably be mistaken for strengths if looked at in a dodgy sort of light. She's lazy, irresponsible, and foul-mouthed and is more than willing to lie, cheat, steal, or cause irreparable property damage to get what she wants in life (which is usually food and alcohol). She is spectacularly bad at reading other people's emotions and is therefore spectacularly good at angering other people even when she isn't actually trying to be obtuse. Worst of all, she makes puns that are really very awful.

That said, Ireny’s default mode is laid back and amiable, albeit mildly cynical and with a competitive streak a mile wide. She possesses a weird kind of loyalty to the people she considers her friends and values the same in others. While she’s relatively quick to play devil's advocate and is frustratingly indecisive, the truth is she likes to see every side of a situation before she hands down judgment. She tries to appear unmotivated, but in reality, she’s terrified of failure and only fights the battles she thinks she can win. She might not be sure of what she wants out of life, but she does know she hates settling for second best and, once given the proper incentive, isn’t afraid to raise hell and go for the gold.

Also, she has a soft spot for history, old books, and baby animals. And really good curry.

Skills/Weaknesses
Ireny has a knack for biology and languages, neither of which are liable to do her any good in the tournament. She is a talented swimmer and a passable fencer and has a couple years’ experience in Wing Chun Kung Fu and Krav Maga. She keeps a steady head in a crisis; years of working in labs and hospitals has given her a strong stomach, and it takes a lot to faze her. She has a liver of steel and will eat just about anything as long as it stays still long enough.

Ireny is about as slow on land as she is fast in the water; her endurance is decent, but her speed lacks something to be desired. She’s bad at multitasking and has little patience for interruptions. She harbors grudges for a long time and has a tendency to get immediately defensive in the face of criticism unless she’s specifically asked for it. She’s blind as a bat without her glasses, and she’s afraid of heights.

Inventory
-one (1) Android smartphone
-one (1) set of house and car keys
-one (1) wallet containing a credit card and about $10 in cash
-one (1) pair of glasses
-one (1) red scarf
-one (1) weirdass watch with strange buttons on it, seriously, how freaky is this thing, I wonder what it does

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Name: Florian Meissnitzer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 150 lbs.

Bio
Florian was born into an old and respected clan of werewolves in the forests of northwestern Austria, but was more or less kicked out after one too many close calls with farmers angry about their missing sheep. He spends his days hitchhiking around Europe, doing odd jobs for cash, bumming cigarettes off people, and skipping town when the moon begins to wax. It’s not the life he would have preferred, but as long as he’s got an open road in front of him and easy access to a bar when SK Rapid Wien is playing, he doesn’t much care.

Skills/Weaknesses
A life spent more or less on the run has given Florian all manner of skills. He’s not much of a fighter in his human form, preferring to run when he can rather than draw attention to himself, but he’s a talented liar, a font of common sense, and skilled at picking locks and pockets alike. He’s quick on his feet in both forms, resourceful, and used to thinking outside the box. As a wolf, Florian has an increased sense of smell and heightened resistance to pain, but he’s no larger or more powerful than your average Eurasian wolf.

The Meissnitzers are oldschool werewolves--none of this twentieth-century weakness to silver stuff here. They’re immortal, but a blade can cut and injure them as easily as it will anyone else--it’s just that silver won’t do it any faster than iron or steel. Transformation is voluntary, except for the night of the full moon, but it requires contact with at least a strip of actual wolf fur. The stuff lines the inside of Florian’s jacket, just in case; if he loses it entirely, he won’t be able to transform at all. Florian’s lycanthropy is not contagious.

Three rituals must be performed in quick succession in order to turn Florian into a human again: calling him by his full name three times, striking him on the head three times with a cross or a cross-shaped item, and invoking the protection of a saint. All three must be completed within five minutes, or the process must be begun again; if successful, the reverse transformation is instantaneous and disorienting, and it will take an hour before he is capable of returning to lupine form.

Inventory
-one (1) jacket lined with wolf fur
-one (1) switchblade
-one (1) set of lockpicks
-one (1) wallet containing about €50
-one (1) packet of rolling paper and tobacco
-one (1) cheap plastic lighter

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Name: Flannery Reinhardt
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 130 lbs.

Bio
The daughter of a German diplomat and an English engineer, Flannery hails from a slightly tilted arcane steampunk version of the Great War. She discovered at an early age her ability to telekinetically manipulate machinery, better known in her world as mechanopathy, and was one of several mechanopaths to enter military service at the outbreak of war. Flannery’s cheerful disposition, natural talent, and cool head under fire soon earned her current position: Chief of Gunnery aboard the HMA Redoubtable, a Tsiolkovsky-class airship which sees a great deal of action over the Channel.

Skills/Weaknesses
Flannery has been fighting in a war for over two years. While not a particularly disciplined or reserved person to begin with, that amount of time spent in active combat has taught her self-control and distance. She has a tendency to overcompensate for her natural gregariousness when under fire, shutting down her emotions and growing eerily cold in the middle of a crisis, with little tolerance for distractions or witty banter.

She is a crack shot with a rifle and has a good head for heights--necessities aboard any airship--but has little experience with hand-to-hand combat; the saber she carries is for self-defense, but she has rarely had to use it outside of drills. She is a decent runner and climber but not particularly strong otherwise.

The red case on Flannery’s back is standard issue for combat-certified mechanopaths and serves as the toolkit and basis for most of her weapons. Affectionately nicknamed the Box of Stuff, it contains approximately ten pounds of bronze, copper, and wiring. Conscious thought is required to arrange the raw materials into something useful--the more complex the object, the longer it takes. A simple sword, for example, can be formed near-instantaneously; something like a rifle takes ten seconds, and a pair of science-defying wings runs closer to half a minute. Things created from the Box of Stuff work because of applied phlebotinum and last a maximum of three minutes after their creation, after which point Flannery can no longer maintain the mental effort required to keep them together and they collapse into their component pieces. Recharge time takes one minute.

Flannery is also capable of manipulating copper, bronze, and electrical wiring in her environment, but this is much more difficult for her and requires twice as much effort.

Inventory
-one (1) Box of Stuff
-one (1) steel saber
-one (1) pair of Useless Goggles™
-one (1) black mourning band

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Name: Aedan
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Height: 8”
Weight: 3 oz.

Bio
Aedan is a weasel. He likes rabbit and chicken, and field mouse when he can’t get either. He likes having his tummy rubbed. He likes his cravat to be neatly tied.

He does not like trousers.

Skills/Weaknesses
Aedan has considerable speed, stamina, and maneuverability. He can run. He can run fast. He can run fast for a really long time. He is hard to shoot when he is running fast. He can fit into little spaces with no effort. His bite force is immense--close, proportionally speaking, to that of a wolverine.

Aedan is as fragile as any other weasel. He does not have any other significant talents, except perhaps a penchant for weasel poetry.

Inventory
-one (1) cravat
-one (1) high-collared shirt
-one (1) waistcoat

Description
we few, we happy, we band of useless layabouts

for

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Name: Ireny
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’7”
Weight: n/a

Personality
Ireny is mostly a pile of glaring faults held together by a couple of smaller faults that could probably be mistaken for strengths if looked at in a dodgy sort of light. She's lazy, irresponsible, and foul-mouthed and is more than willing to lie, cheat, steal, or cause irreparable property damage to get what she wants in life (which is usually food and alcohol). She is spectacularly bad at reading other people's emotions and is therefore spectacularly good at angering other people even when she isn't actually trying to be obtuse. Worst of all, she makes puns that are really very awful.

That said, Ireny’s default mode is laid back and amiable, albeit mildly cynical and with a competitive streak a mile wide. She possesses a weird kind of loyalty to the people she considers her friends and values the same in others. While she’s relatively quick to play devil's advocate and is frustratingly indecisive, the truth is she likes to see every side of a situation before she hands down judgment. She tries to appear unmotivated, but in reality, she’s terrified of failure and only fights the battles she thinks she can win. She might not be sure of what she wants out of life, but she does know she hates settling for second best and, once given the proper incentive, isn’t afraid to raise hell and go for the gold.

Also, she has a soft spot for history, old books, and baby animals. And really good curry.

Skills/Weaknesses
Ireny has a knack for biology and languages, neither of which are liable to do her any good in the tournament. She is a talented swimmer and a passable fencer and has a couple years’ experience in Wing Chun Kung Fu and Krav Maga. She keeps a steady head in a crisis; years of working in labs and hospitals has given her a strong stomach, and it takes a lot to faze her. She has a liver of steel and will eat just about anything as long as it stays still long enough.

Ireny is about as slow on land as she is fast in the water; her endurance is decent, but her speed lacks something to be desired. She’s bad at multitasking and has little patience for interruptions. She harbors grudges for a long time and has a tendency to get immediately defensive in the face of criticism unless she’s specifically asked for it. She’s blind as a bat without her glasses, and she’s afraid of heights.

Inventory
-one (1) Android smartphone
-one (1) set of house and car keys
-one (1) wallet containing a credit card and about $10 in cash
-one (1) pair of glasses
-one (1) red scarf
-one (1) weirdass watch with strange buttons on it, seriously, how freaky is this thing, I wonder what it does

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Name: Florian Meissnitzer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 150 lbs.

Bio
Florian was born into an old and respected clan of werewolves in the forests of northwestern Austria, but was more or less kicked out after one too many close calls with farmers angry about their missing sheep. He spends his days hitchhiking around Europe, doing odd jobs for cash, bumming cigarettes off people, and skipping town when the moon begins to wax. It’s not the life he would have preferred, but as long as he’s got an open road in front of him and easy access to a bar when SK Rapid Wien is playing, he doesn’t much care.

Skills/Weaknesses
A life spent more or less on the run has given Florian all manner of skills. He’s not much of a fighter in his human form, preferring to run when he can rather than draw attention to himself, but he’s a talented liar, a font of common sense, and skilled at picking locks and pockets alike. He’s quick on his feet in both forms, resourceful, and used to thinking outside the box. As a wolf, Florian has an increased sense of smell and heightened resistance to pain, but he’s no larger or more powerful than your average Eurasian wolf.

The Meissnitzers are oldschool werewolves--none of this twentieth-century weakness to silver stuff here. They’re immortal, but a blade can cut and injure them as easily as it will anyone else--it’s just that silver won’t do it any faster than iron or steel. Transformation is voluntary, except for the night of the full moon, but it requires contact with at least a strip of actual wolf fur. The stuff lines the inside of Florian’s jacket, just in case; if he loses it entirely, he won’t be able to transform at all. Florian’s lycanthropy is not contagious.

Three rituals must be performed in quick succession in order to turn Florian into a human again: calling him by his full name three times, striking him on the head three times with a cross or a cross-shaped item, and invoking the protection of a saint. All three must be completed within five minutes, or the process must be begun again; if successful, the reverse transformation is instantaneous and disorienting, and it will take an hour before he is capable of returning to lupine form.

Inventory
-one (1) jacket lined with wolf fur
-one (1) switchblade
-one (1) set of lockpicks
-one (1) wallet containing about €50
-one (1) packet of rolling paper and tobacco
-one (1) cheap plastic lighter

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Name: Flannery Reinhardt
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 130 lbs.

Bio
The daughter of a German diplomat and an English engineer, Flannery hails from a slightly tilted arcane steampunk version of the Great War. She discovered at an early age her ability to telekinetically manipulate machinery, better known in her world as mechanopathy, and was one of several mechanopaths to enter military service at the outbreak of war. Flannery’s cheerful disposition, natural talent, and cool head under fire soon earned her current position: Chief of Gunnery aboard the HMA Redoubtable, a Tsiolkovsky-class airship which sees a great deal of action over the Channel.

Skills/Weaknesses
Flannery has been fighting in a war for over two years. While not a particularly disciplined or reserved person to begin with, that amount of time spent in active combat has taught her self-control and distance. She has a tendency to overcompensate for her natural gregariousness when under fire, shutting down her emotions and growing eerily cold in the middle of a crisis, with little tolerance for distractions or witty banter.

She is a crack shot with a rifle and has a good head for heights--necessities aboard any airship--but has little experience with hand-to-hand combat; the saber she carries is for self-defense, but she has rarely had to use it outside of drills. She is a decent runner and climber but not particularly strong otherwise.

The red case on Flannery’s back is standard issue for combat-certified mechanopaths and serves as the toolkit and basis for most of her weapons. Affectionately nicknamed the Box of Stuff, it contains approximately ten pounds of bronze, copper, and wiring. Conscious thought is required to arrange the raw materials into something useful--the more complex the object, the longer it takes. A simple sword, for example, can be formed near-instantaneously; something like a rifle takes ten seconds, and a pair of science-defying wings runs closer to half a minute. Things created from the Box of Stuff work because of applied phlebotinum and last a maximum of three minutes after their creation, after which point Flannery can no longer maintain the mental effort required to keep them together and they collapse into their component pieces. Recharge time takes one minute.

Flannery is also capable of manipulating copper, bronze, and electrical wiring in her environment, but this is much more difficult for her and requires twice as much effort.

Inventory
-one (1) Box of Stuff
-one (1) steel saber
-one (1) pair of Useless Goggles™
-one (1) black mourning band

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Name: Aedan
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Height: 8”
Weight: 3 oz.

Bio
Aedan is a weasel. He likes rabbit and chicken, and field mouse when he can’t get either. He likes having his tummy rubbed. He likes his cravat to be neatly tied.

He does not like trousers.

Skills/Weaknesses
Aedan has considerable speed, stamina, and maneuverability. He can run. He can run fast. He can run fast for a really long time. He is hard to shoot when he is running fast. He can fit into little spaces with no effort. His bite force is immense--close, proportionally speaking, to that of a wolverine.

Aedan is as fragile as any other weasel. He does not have any other significant talents, except perhaps a penchant for weasel poetry.

Inventory
-one (1) cravat
-one (1) high-collared shirt
-one (1) waistcoat