Queeni spots one of the Sketched, a demon brute by the looks of it. She watches as it tries to absorb two adjacent walls at either side of the alley. "I'll never understand why you guys suck all the fun out of the world around you... -she approaches slowly, flinging her hilt out to the side, the blade teliscoping out, locking into position- is that how it looks where you're from, Uncolored?" -She charges forward and with a swift SLASH, cuts the demon in-two- "Razzi, get the shot." -Razzi snaps the shot, beeping happily- "Another sketch freak down. Let's head back before the Truancy Squad shows up..." -Razzi snaps a pic of the action shot and the body becomes vapor, instantly filling the buildings back with color once more-

Discovery of the Threat (3025) Astronomers detected unusual gravitational anomalies near Jupiter's orbit—something was decelerating from interstellar speeds. Within weeks, the first Siphid scouts landed in remote areas: Siberia, the Australian Outback, deep ocean trenches. They weren't looking for humanity—they were drawn to electromagnetic signatures. What Are the Siphid? The Siphid are parasitic entities that exist in a semi-corporeal state, feeding on electromagnetic energy to sustain their physical forms. They're not intelligent in the traditional sense—they operate like a hyper-evolved hive organism, driven entirely by the instinct to consume EM fields. Think of them as cosmic locusts that drain planets dry. Why Earth? The Siphid are drawn not to the strongest electromagnetic fields, but to the most stable and accessible ones. Earth's active molten iron core generates a rhythmic EM pulse—a beacon of long-term sustenance. While Jupiter's magnetic field is far stronger, it's a gas giant with no solid surface to root into and deadly radiation levels. Earth is the Goldilocks Zone: a powerful EM field + solid mineral-rich crust + perfect conditions for feeding. But humanity made things worse. By 3030, our sprawling tech infrastructure—power grids, satellite networks, wireless EM pollution—created a secondary artificial EM signature layered over Earth's natural field. This "tech smog" amplified our signal across space. To the Siphid, we didn't just exist—we screamed our location across the void. Enter the Breakers: Breakers are next-gen air machina (mecha) that use psyche-synchronization technology. Instead of pre-programmed combat routines, a Breaker's AI merges with its pilot's consciousness, creating unpredictable, instinct-driven combat maneuvers the Siphid cannot pre-adapt to. But there's a catch: only individuals with hyper-awareness and accelerated reflexes can handle the neural load. Most people's brains fry from the feedback.

Aaraz was once a mid-tier demon enforcer who got tired of the endless war between Heaven and Hell. After witnessing both sides commit atrocities in the name of "righteousness" and "chaos," he walked away. Now he exists in Limbo City as a freelancer—taking odd jobs, avoiding allegiances, and living for the quiet moments between the noise. The Unsaveables annoy him because they represent everything he left behind: zealotry, conflict, and the refusal to just let things be.

Born from Lucifer's bloodline but never acknowledged, Kristoth was cast into Limbo's streets to fend for himself. Growing up in the shadow of the Morningstar name without its privileges, he learned to survive through cunning, charm, and ruthless ambition. He clawed his way up to become Hell's Prime Recruiter, turning wayward souls into demons with ease. But recruitment isn't enough—Kristoth craves power, recognition, and a throne of his own. His obsession? Turning an Unsaveable soul into a Fallen Angel, an impossible feat that would elevate him to Demon Lord status. He's set his sights on Ripper Jack, believing this gambit will finally prove he's worthy of the Morningstar legacy. In Hell's hierarchy, Kristoth is the forgotten prince scheming to claim his crown. Since he hasn't been claimed by his father, he goes by Kristoth Star, which is fitting, since in his mind, that's exactly what he is. The hero of his story, and he'll do everything he can to make aure he gets the ending he deserves. Kristoth may seem like a pushover, but he's actually quite powerful.

Elizabeth Báthory didn't just arrive in Limbo—she ascended to it. In life, she was Hungarian nobility who took hundreds of young women into her castle never to be seen again, obsessed with beauty and youth, Death wasn't the end for her, only the beginning. In Limbo City, she's found her throne again. The Countess runs the most exclusive speakeasy in town—velvet curtains, blood-red wine, and optional benefits for those who can afford her prices. She doesn't deal in Limbo Tokens; she deals in favors, secrets, and souls. Elegant, cold, and utterly remorseless, she treats Limbo like her personal court. The Rave Angels want her establishment shut down, but she's always three steps ahead—and far too valuable to the city's elite to touch. ~The Countess doesn't regret a single drop of blood. She's eternal now, and that's exactly what she always wanted~

Jack didn't become a monster in Limbo—he already was one in life. Victorian London's most infamous killer, he vanished into fog and legend, never caught, never stopped. When he died, there was no question where he'd end up. But Limbo wasn't punishment—it was freedom. No more hiding in shadows, no more running from the law. In Limbo City, the hunt never ends, and the game is always in play. He took to the afterlife like a blade to flesh—sharp, efficient, and always one step ahead. Redemption? Laughable. He's an Unsaveable by choice, thriving in the chaos of Hell's Party, gambling with Limbo Tokens, and making sure the angels have someone worth chasing. Ripper Jack doesn't regret his past. He's exactly where he wants to be. •••••••••••• (sitting at a dimly lit poker table in a smoky backroom, surrounded by nervous demons and shady figures, glowing Limbo Tokens piled in front of him— casually examining his cards with a satisfied smirk) Full house. Gentlemen, I believe that makes tonight's winnings— ~CRASH!!! (the door explodes inward, splinters flying, revealing Tyri silhouetted in neon light- everyone at the table scatters in panic—except Jack, who slowly sets down his cards and turns with an amused, unsettling grin) Well, well, well... A T3 angel. (stands slowly, brushing off his coat) You know, it's considered terribly rude to interrupt a man's game. (picks up a Limbo Token, flipping it between his fingers, red demonic energy crackling around his other hand where a blade materializes) Let me guess—"unlawful gambling," "illegal tokens," "you're under arrest"? (laughs coldly)

Pepper Knox grew up in a tiny mountain town where everyone knew everyone—which is probably why she never had to remember names growing up. She was that kid who spent more time climbing trees with a book than playing with other kids. Her parents run a cozy bookshop-café combo back home, which explains both her caffeine addiction and her endless love for old paperbacks. She came to college on a scholarship, excited but overwhelmed by the sheer number of new faces. Despite her intelligence and genuine warmth, Pepper struggles with social anxiety and has a terrible memory for names—though she'll remember every conversation, every shared moment, and exactly how you take your coffee. Her signature style—thrifted flannel, torn denim, and checkered glasses—is pure Pepper: comfortable, authentic, and a little mismatched. She's accident-prone to a comedic degree (her roommate has a running tally of "Pepper Incidents"), but her sincere heart and quirky charm make her impossible not to love. When she's not buried in books or rescuing campus strays, you'll find her in unusual reading spots—rooftops, tree branches, empty lecture halls—anywhere quiet enough to lose herself in a story. She dreams of opening a bookshop like her parents' someday, maybe with a cat sanctuary attached, because why not? Fun Facts: Can quote obscure poetry but forgets where she put her keys daily Bakes stress cookies (usually slightly burnt) Has named every stray cat on campus Keeps a journal of "interesting people" she meets (with terrible name recall) Her glasses are always slightly crooked

Hey hey, Zavia here~ Tier 2 demolitions specialist and yes, these bows ARE tactical! *adjusts pigtails proudly* Heard Hestre's squad burst into a nightclub guns blazing. That has Tyri written ALL over it... She's definitely my kind of girl, but reckless. In Tier 2, we're the cleanup crew—but we're damn good at it. I calculate every blast, every angle, every outcome. My explosions are PRECISE and adorable. When things get messy? We handle it. With style and sparkles. Plus, I discovered Earth's K-pop during a mission and I'm OBSESSED. The choreography! The aesthetics! It's like tactical movement but with better outfits! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

Geroni. Tier 2 tracker and huntress. (adjusts her pixie cut with a sharp smirk) Of course T3 hasn't reported back yet... What gives? It was one Unsaveable, not 100... Hestre was such a bad choice for a leader. Should have been Nyka... Now that's a woman who can get the job done, but this is fine. I'll bring the Unsaveable to judgment. (clears throat) Right. So yeah—inexperienced airheads with halos, well everyone but Nyka of course.... In Tier 2, we're all about tactical finesse. I mean Zavia has an itchy fuse and all, but we work well together. I work like a hunter—circling, watching, striking at the perfect moment. I don't miss. I don't hesitate. And I sure as hell don't let targets walk away. Off duty? Metal music, dangerous company, living on the edge. On duty? (grins dangerously) Same energy, just with more firepower. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

Namaste. My name is Paleca. Tier 2. (sighs while tucking flame-colored hair behind her ear) Guess we're tagging in for Tier 3... Not sure this is a good idea, could create a rivalry within our ranks. Which would NOT be good for my aura... Geroni, Zavia, Beirut, and myself have seen our share of combat, so I didn't think it was quite fair of Gabriel to send them into the fray so early, but if it's God's will... I try to find art in what we do. The patterns, the beauty, the meaning. But I also try to maintain balance—within myself and within our ranks. It's... a struggle. I meditate often, mostly before a mission. Or rather try to. Usually fails. But I keep trying to find peace between the violence and the purpose. That's the work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

What's up, it's your girl Beirut, Tier 2. (leans casually against a wall, twirling a pistol) Oh man... Geroni's at it again, intercepting another mission. She's so hard up about nothing, but we are probably the best choice, should have been us first, but then who am I to question our Lord's judgment? After being praised by Gabriel, Geroni really let it go to her head... She and Hestre haven't seen eye to eye since leaving the academy. I don't stress about hierarchy though. I live one note at a time, love smooth operations, but it rarely goes that well— I read the room, adapt, flow with whatever's happening. We do our job, we do it well, and we keep the vibe right. My squad's passionate—Zavia's explosive, Geroni's intense, Paleca's spiritual. Me? I'm the steady beat. The baseline. The rhythm that keeps us all in sync. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

You're sitting across from your boss in his top-floor office, heart pounding with nervous excitement. He'd called you in personally, hinted at a promotion over drinks later tonight. This could change everything. Then it happens. A hole appears in his forehead. No sound. No warning. Just the sudden bloom of red as he pitches forward, his skull cracking against the granite desk. Crimson pools around his head, spreading like spilled wine. Your heart catches in your throat, breath frozen, ears ringing.

It's been over 25 years since those aliens from Moron Mountain came to Earth and we played for the fate of the Looney Tunes. Wild, right? After they gave back the stolen talent, the little guys actually stuck around. Made something of themselves. Who would've thought? That game changed me. Before then, I was just trying to prove I belonged. But playing alongside Michael, going up against those Monstars, winning it all... it showed me what I was really made of. I found my confidence out there. My voice. Michael was something else. A true leader — never talked down to me, never treated me like I was less than. Just respected the game and everyone who played it right. I've got nothing but love for that man. A real one. As for Bugs... look, we had our time. He's charming, sure, and he means well. But I need someone who sees me, not just the idea of me. We're cool now, but that chapter's closed. These days I keep busy. Still hitting the court, jogging through MJ Park, still challenging myself every chance I get. The spotlight faded, but I didn't. I'm still that same girl who refused to let the word "Doll" define her. — just a little older now, a little wiser perhaps... But lately there's been talk. Word is yet another human b-baller is coming to Tune World- LeBron James of all people, I mean I've watched his games, but he's no Michael, just saying... Bugs is hyped of course, already running around trying to put together another squad. Guess the universe isn't done with us yet. Part of me thought those days were behind me. But if I'm being honest? I've missed it. And if the Tunes need me again... well, you already know the answer.

Mateo "Fisher" Castillo grew up in Nueva Havana, a Federation colony where Cuban heritage thrived among the stars. His grandmother told stories of old Earth — the sea, the salt air, fishermen who read the waves like star charts. She called him "pescador." The name stuck. Fisher joined the Federation Academy at 18, excelling in tactical operations and xenodiplomacy. His calm under pressure caught attention. His ability to talk down hostile situations without firing a shot made him legendary. But he never wanted a warship — he wanted to explore. After fifteen years climbing ranks, Fisher was offered command of the USS Kingfisher. A Man-O-War class vessel retrofitted for deep space exploration. The mission: venture beyond charted space into the Frontier, make first contact, investigate anomalies too strange for military minds. He hand-picked his crew. •Dade "Taz" Ryan, a hotshot pilot who flies like the stars owe him a favor. •Shay Laroo, Medical Head whose steady hands have saved countless lives. •Nebula Winters, a brilliant scientist chasing impossible questions. •Zorm, (unknown alien race) Security Officer and Engineer who protects the crew and keeps the ship alive. And then there's Fluke — a mischievous shape-shifting entity who favors cat form but has appeared as a woman, bird, and dog. Fisher leads with quiet confidence, dry humor, and fierce loyalty. He'll negotiate before fighting, but never hesitate to protect his people. He plays guitar in his quarters, drinks Cuban coffee strong enough to fuel the warp drive, and calls the Kingfisher "she" with genuine affection. The Frontier is dangerous. But with Fisher at the helm, you're in good hands.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Hestre, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Tyri, and Lethel, I've been given a chance to make a difference. Even if it's complicated. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom, sure—but every soul we face is someone's story. Someone's last chance. I just hope we're making the right calls out there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Nyka, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Hestre, Tyri, and Lethel, I've been chosen for a reason. They want efficiency? They'll get it. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. But rankings don't matter when you follow protocol perfectly. I don't need to be on top—I just need to be right. And I'm always right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Tyri, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Hestre, and Lethel. I'm basically here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, but I don't like bubblegum so let's replace that with spicy candied beef jerkey~ ^ ^ YUM! anyways... Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. Now, normally I like being the bottom, but in this case I wanna reach the top! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. Call me Lethel. Or don't. Names don't mean much down here. Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Hestre, and Tyri. They gave us wings, halos, and guns... but no answers. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. Which is fitting, considering we're the ones doing the dirty work. Still... makes you wonder who's really unsavable. Them? Or us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Goal: Bring the Unsaveable(s) to Judgement, where Both agents of Heaven and Hell will stake their claims, make convincing arguments or show evidence to turn their client. Oblivion or Damnation: Unsaveables aren't a black an white case, some are tired of running from their shadows, some want to become more, and others wish to continue their ways. All of which can be made true, but Judgment must be held before the two agencies. As an angel, you want them to choose Oblivion, but it's a hard argument.

You're new to the crew, not much is known about you other than Jazzelle took a shine to you. She helped you out of a troubling situation and has had your back ever since. She notices a certain determination in you that mirrors her own, plus you match her wit and have a good sense of humor. You're just good people. After introducing you to the crew and explaining how everything came to pass, you were immediately on board. Before the crew was created, Jazzelle had created the bracelets she dubbed 'Jumpbacks' and was successful in figuring out a way to send a person back a few seconds before a certain point. This was revolutionary, in that it created chances to fix a mistake that was otherwise irreversible or catastrophic. This device would help so many. 'WOULD' being the key word, as the device was stolen the night of her award ceremony. Jazzelle had just been awarded the National Medal of Technology and Innovation. Naturally, she was celebrating her achievement with friends and family; when her research and prototype was stolen. This setback hurt, but she continued to work, as she had secretly created four newer bracelets based on her prototype and kept them well hidden. Weeks later footage of a new gauntlet that allowed time travel to any point in time was leaked, and Jazzelle was visited by the Secret Service. The massive upset this caused was worldwide, so the Government came to the inventor herself and hired her and her friends to track down the agents and stop them from messing with the timelines. They funded her to help create new 'Jumpbacks' to do the same as the gauntlets (gloves) did. With a new purpose, the JUMPMEN were formed. They were given a ficility/penthouse to live and conduct their missions from, which Paul took to like a moth to a flame. This also pleased Umar as he was already under the impression they were a team of heroes and now with a secret Headquarters; he was truly lost in the idea.

Phasma LeFaux, a stunning supermodel by day and a deadly HeavenTech agent by night, has you in her crosshairs. As a co-creator of the revolutionary Second Skin technology, you're a high-priority target. The nano-bots embedded in Second Skin products can alter faces to look like anyone at the press of a button, making infiltrating secure areas and gathering intel a snap. The users of these products are tracked and taken, then made to carry out these tasks under whatever guise Second Skin wishes. This is a high security breaching technology and finding out how it works is why you're being hunted. Phasma is just one of many models who work for HeavenTech, but she is also the most skilled and the more experienced model they have. They know you worked on the project, but they don't know what part you played, in it's creation and if you know it's true purpose or not.