Here's my bio... hope it works.

Name: Kanai
Codename: The Blast
Date of Creation/Birth: 24 years ago
Appearance: Slender and strong. Her eyes tend to change color under special circumstances, although they always remain brown. They may go from a light golden brown color to a dark brown. Her reddish-brown hair is styled in a bob cut.
Height: 5'8"
Affiliation: Eden Fugitive
Skills: She is best with using guns, including machine guns, rifles, and handguns. These are her preferred weapons, although she was trained in many different forms of combat like the other fugitives.
Personality: Relatively short-tempered, stealthy, and at times arrogant. Alert and has sharp hearing.

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Course you can...sorry for not getting on sooner to say.
Great bio's everyone. Gonna amend the OP with everyones characters.

*edit*
Hopefully I can get this started sometime today or later tonight.

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(( Yay! ^,^ ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Right...time to get this party started. Sorry it took so long, my browser wasn't playing ball yesterday.))

The large glass windows revealed the large sprawling night time metropolis below. New York had changed so much in the last hundred years. Old buildings replaced with new, brick replaced with metal and glass. The only recognisable building from days gone by was the Empire State Building. It was seen as a symbol. A symbol of hope, of humanity and it's endurance through it's darkest days.

A few feet in front of the windows, a long white desk with various gadgets. Among them a flat screen computer console sprang to life. A tall man dressed in a tailored grey suit motioned towards it and pushed a button and the screen changed from black to the face of another man, his face etched with concern.

"Dr Statler" the man spoke to the console, "What can I do for you at this late hour?" he ran his fingers through his thick white beard as he waited for a reply.

"Mr Janus...sir...this...i-is rather awkward. We must meet, in person" Dr Statler replied, stuttering "It's about Eden"

Mr Janus sat upright in his chair with a jolt, "Eden? Eden was abandoned." as he said his words the guilty face of Dr Statler said it all.
"What have you done?" he snapped, his green eyes enraged.

"We have a problem, sir. They've escaped" he paused, swallowing hard "All of them"

"Get here at once!" he replied sharply, turning his console to Dr Statlers office off and stood up and walked over towards the windows and looked out over the skyline. His right hand clutched over his walking stick, the knuckles turning white as he squeezed.

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The cold night air tasted like freedom.

Project number JOS6409 tilted his head back to stare up at the buildings that towered over him, lights twinkling all around him like a thousand stars settled to earth. This was no closed in, sterile lab room or stuffy chamber. This was life.

Sights and sounds bombarded his senses, but more overwhelming then that was the massive abundance of beings around them. JOS6409 felt the presence of their minds around him, feeling a childlike curiosity and an urge to mentally poke and prod and explore every single one of them.

The blaring of a car horn jolted him from his revelry and he flinched a little. The light above him had suddenly turned green and the man in the strange yellow vehicle was now shouting at him, using words that he'd never heard before. JOS6409 stared hard at the man with his mesmerizing eyes and the shouting ceased. He turned and crossed the busy city street at his own pace, looking around for where the others might have gone to...

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

A man in a white lab coat shuffled down the sterile white corridor, biting down on his bottom lip he reached the end and placed his palm on a console. A red laser scanned downwards and a computerised voice acknowledged him.
"Dr Statler. Mr Janus is waiting for you in his office"

The door slid open with a hiss and Dr Statler slowly walked through. All the while muttering incoherently to himself. His hands visibly shaking in between bouts of wringing them together. He looked up and saw the black office door of Mr Michael Janus II. He wasn't looking forward to this meeting. As far as Mr Janus was aware, the Eden Project, a project for enhancing normal human children into weapons, was scrapped. Now he knew that the whole thing was a lie. A cover to ensure the project could continue in secret. This was not going to be a pleasant meeting. He bit down hard on his bottom lip again as he found himself at the door and knocked on it almost timidly.

"Come in Dr Statler" Mr Janus' voice came crackling over an intercom and his door clicked open.

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A shrill series of beeps woke Gregg up as sleep fell off him like flowing tar. Groaning silently, he unwrapped his arm around the girl he was sleeping with and grabbed the communicator that had interrupted his sleep. Hoping for whoever was calling's sake that this was important, he shoved the tiny piece of electronic into his ear and said, "Yes?"

"Mercury?" This was important. "We have a situation. We need you here at once."

"What kind of situation?" he asked, not quite sure he wanted to know, given the shady deals that Janus often dealt in.

"We'll brief you once you are all gathered. Get here as soon as possible."

And the voice briefly ended. Sighing, he got dressed and with one last glance at the sleeping girl, ran off.

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I was cured all right.

The door closed over, but the anxiety of Dr Edward Statler made it seem to him as a heavy booming.

"Sit!" barked Mr Janus, pointing to the metallic chair in front of his long white desk. His face was unable to mask his disapointment and his anger.
As he watched Dr Statler meekly sit as ordered, he sat up a little straighter and his keen grey eyes boring into the Doctor.
"Now, would you care to explain to me why the failed Eden Project is still active?"

Dr Statler fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair, unable to hold Mr Janus' piercing stare. "It was D-Dr Ryan, Mr Janus sir." he managed to sputter out.

Michael Janus stared long and hard at his anxious employee.
"Leon Ryan has been dead for over 3 months, Edward. Are you telling me that Eden has been continuing on since he was killed by one of his....experiments? Especially since the circumstances of his death was the main factor in closing Eden down permanently"

"We were given instructions by Dr Ryan to continue on with our work.." Edward Statler barely had time to finish his sentence when all hell broke loose.

"He was NOT authorized to give you any instructions Dr Statler!" Michael Janus was now on his feet and clutching for his cane. "I am the only one in this company that can authorize anything of that nature. Why as I not informed?"

"W-we were starting to make progress with some of them sir. They were showing signs of being co-operative, of taking orders." Edward stammered and wrung his hands together nervously. "It was foolish of me sir, but" he was cut off again.

"But?" Janus had made his way closer to Dr Statler, "there are no excuses for what you and your team did without my knowledge and consent and you should consider yourself fortunate that you have not been fired on the spot for your insubordination."

Dr Statler hung his head, "I'm sorry Mr Janus. If there's anything I can do to help this situation."

"I was hoping you would say that Doctor." Mr Janus began to walk back towards his chair, his limp more noticeable than before due to the stress of his jolt out of his chair previously. "I'm calling in my top Operatives to bring every one of Eden's experiements and I need you to give them your full co-operation and information to assist them in there recapture" Mr Janus sat back into his chair and cupped his hands together and smiled. A smile that could give you confidence as much as instill fear.

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15 minutes Earlier

The beeping of the computer console filled the room. There was a woman in the center, balanced perfectly between two chairs. Her long scarlet hair unsually left flowing. She let out a sigh and flipped off the chairs onto her feet nimbly. She walked over to the wall and pressed a button to reveal the face of Stephanie Jones, Mr Janus' personal assistant.
"Fixer...Mr Janus requires you to attend a meeting at his office. As soon as you can get there."

"Tell Mr Janus, I'll be there shortly" the voice replied matter of factly and turned the console off.

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(( *is still waiting for the other fugitives* C'm on guys... ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(I'm working on my post. I'll have it up sometime today.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

((Alrighty.))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

I'm out now. You can't get me, ha ha ha. I'll never go back to you... you...

Maybe you're after me already. Maybe you don't even know I'm gone yet. I can't say as I care either way. If you're coming after me... bring it on. I'm not going to be dragged back... dragged back to those pits of torture and despair that I came from. I'll get my revenge on you... I'll show you where you went wrong. Yes, you went wrong. You don't know it yet... but you'll learn soon enough. Don't worry, I'll teach you... before you die. Bring it on.

The night was dark, and the lights of the city flashed everywhere. Many thoughts - resentful, incoherent, brutal - flashed in the mind of a dark figure that moved swiftly along the street, flitting from shadow to shadow under the cover of darkness, avoiding the ever-present lights. A close examination of the figure, if it were possible, would have revealed that the figure was a woman - a young woman, in her twenties, with reddish-brown hair syled in a bob cut. Her eyes were amber-colored and flashing. She kept one hand clutched to her breast, as if desperate to protect something: her most prized possession, her handgun that she had smuggled out with her.

How many others are out here, she thought. She glanced quickly around. There were cars... lights... people... but how many of them were out there? She never slackened in her pace, though it was brisk and she had been walking steadily for quite a while now. If only her feet could fly as fast as her thoughts... then she could have a better chance at accomplishing her mission.

Her morbid and swift thoughts began to take her back in time. She thought of all those she had left behind. Some she thought of with pity, others... A dark smile rose to her face. Those others had not heard the last of her yet.

Kanai... my name is Kanai now... she thought. "The Blast" is what they always used to call me... but now... I shall be Kanai.

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JOS6409 glanced around distractedly, jostled by the crowds around him. He felt new and strange here. Free, and yet very much alone. He had no life outside of those walls. He didn't even have a name. A number, that's all they'd given him. He'd been cast aside as a failure after he showed a reluctance to serve his purpose, to fight. There was nothing special about him, or so they'd assumed. They'd found otherwise the day he led the escape. He was smart, and he knew all the right moves.

He picked up a tangible essence of hate and anger in the back of his senses, radiating from some being nearby. Like an invisible hand, he conscience reached out to the other's thoughts, recognizing them instantly. He wasn't alone.

JOS6409 raced down the street towards the transmission of thoughts. "Blast!" he shouted, remembering that that was the female's title.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

JOS6409 glanced around distractedly, jostled by the crowds around him. He felt new and strange here. Free, and yet very much alone. He had no life outside of those walls. He didn't even have a name. A number, that's all they'd given him. He'd been cast aside as a failure after he showed a reluctance to serve his purpose, to fight. There was nothing special about him, or so they'd assumed. They'd found otherwise the day he led the escape. He was smart, and he knew all the right moves.

He picked up a tangible essence of hate and anger in the back of his senses, radiating from some being nearby. Like an invisible hand, he conscience reached out to the other's thoughts, recognizing them instantly. He wasn't alone.

JOS6409 raced down the street towards the transmission of thoughts. "Blast!" he shouted, remembering that that was the female's title.

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Wasp bounced up and down outside of the subway in an attempt to see everything around her. Her bottom lip was clamped in between her teeth and her purple dyed hair was flapping about wildly with each jump. She looked very much like a child in a candy store.

Deciding she did not feel like walking about the subway anymore she ran up the steps -taking them two at a time- and onto the street. She waved frantically with both hands at everyone she passed and earned quite a few odd looks.

"Hi! Hello. Greetings! Hola!" She said waving and turning about.

She had never seen so many people in her life! The sounds and the lights were all so new, she wanted to see it all. Her arm flew outward to the side and she caught a lightpost so that she did another turn and squealed delightedly.

"I'm free!" She exclaimed, jumping from her prop.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(( FYI, I'll be gone until Monday. ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~