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Captain Mason Killian
"Today... today. At the edge of our hope. At the end of our time. We have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Today, there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. Not today. Today we face the monsters that are at our door and bring the fight to them! Today, we are canceling the Apocalypse!"

xxxxxMason Killian began his life somewhere in a small town in the middle of nowhere Kansas. The year was 1969. The Vietnam War was in full swing. He never knew his parents. His father had been killed in action outside of Saigon, and his mother gave him up for adoption when he was only months old. It would be generous to call his childhood a troubled. He had a hell of a temper, and it didn't help that he grew into a big, strapping youth. As a teenager, Mason gained notoriety as a vicious bully, and seemed to spend as much time in detention as he ever did in actual class. With poor grades and a bad attitude, his prospects after high school were few and far between. That was when the Marine Corps recruiter came to him. He could have a good life, one with purpose. He could serve his country, learn a trade, and earn all the recognition he deserved. It seemed like a no-brainer, and Mason signed on the dotted line without hesitation.
xxxxxBoot camp was a rude awakening. His teachers may have been willing to put up with his shitty attitude, but Mason's drill instructors were not. Over the course of the next year, he was broken down and torn apart, bit by agonizing bit. Many were the times he came to the brink of washing out. But Mason had always been stubborn, and he refused to give in. In time, he was turned from a simple hooligan to a soldier worthy of the name. He had learned to respect his superiors, and in so doing earned the respect of his peers in turn. His true test would come three years into his first tour of duty, when the United States invaded Kuwait. At last, the time had come for him to go into battle.
xxxxxDuring Desert Storm, Mason was tested time and time again. But as excellent as the Corp's training had been, it had not prepared him for a confrontation with the supernatural. It happened while his unit was out on night patrol, where they encountered a maddened Taftani mage. While his squadmates were cut down by the wizard's uncanny powers, Mason never lost his cool. After a tumultuous fight, he managed to get a bullet past the wizard's charms and between his eyes. He was the only one of his squad to survive the encounter. But how could he explain what had happened? How could he explain the flying carpet, the flute that summoned gale-force wind, and the shrieks of the efreeti? Who would ever believe him?
xxxxxLuck was with Mason, for there was one who did believe him. Captain Tucker of the Void Engineers' Border Corps Division. He had been watching for that Taftani criminal, but Mason's unit had found the reality criminal first. But though the encounter had left him shaken and terrified, Mason's will had not broken. That caught Tucker's attention. He took the young Marine aside and offered him a place at the front of a battleground that spanned the entire universe. Once he learned that there were more people like that crazy sorcerer, and even worse things beyond the walls of the world, how could Mason possibly refuse?
xxxxxAnd so began Mason's journey from United States Marine to space marine. His death was reported to the Corps, but with no family to mourn him, his passing was barely noticed. Away from Earth he was taken, to the Border Corp's Mare Ingenii training facility on the moon. He'd thought Marines boot camp had been rough. Now he was learning how to handle laser carbines, how to survive in the vacuum of space, and a mile-long list of exodimensional threats. But he dug in his heels and took to the learning with the same dogged determination that had got him through boot camp the first time. By the time the year was out, Mason earned his designation of Extraordinary Citizen, and shipped out with the Corps to do his duty.
xxxxxMason would distinguish himself time and time again, putting his life on the line for his fellow Technocrats and the human race. Every engagement left its mark on him. A scar here, a bout of night terrors there. Whiskey helped with the dreams. For his service, he earned numerous commendations, climbing the ranks, until he was made a captain and put in command of a full squadron of space marines. Nobody out in the real world would ever know what he and his brothers in arms did. Nobody would praise them for their sacrifices. There would be no parades to welcome them home. But the world would remain safe, and as long as that held true, Mason was okay with that.
xxxxxSix months ago, however, Mason's life turned upside down once again. He and his squad were dispatched to provide security to a Deep Universe research team on Zyris Minor, a small Horizon outpost orbiting Proxima Centauri. A series of ruins had been discovered on the planetoid, supposedly the remains of a Tradition Chantry. The Void Engineers had been sent to make sure those ruins posed no threat to the Consensus.
xxxxxThey did. The ruins of Zyris Minor were not home to a fallen Tradition Chantry, but to a Nephandus and a skittering swarm of chattering horrors. Mason was the one who found the nest, and he had hauled ass back to the landing site to order an immediate evac. It was Mason who held the line, pulse-rifle roaring in his grip as the painstaking seconds to dustoff crawled by. It took only three minutes for the dropship to reach them from orbit, but those three minutes were all the Nephandus needed. Without skipping a beat, Mason ordered his men to retreat. That was when the Nephandus' pets swarmed over him. And that was also the moment he experienced Enlightenment.
xxxxxIn defiance of all established scientific principles, Mason unleashed a blast wave of nuclear fury, scouring the surface of Zyris Minor clean. The Nephandus was sent screaming into the Void, and the dropship was able to make its escape. The Void Engineers would return hours later, believing they would only be able to recover Mason's body. But--again, in defiance of all rational science--they found him drifting in the void. Torn to shreds, his hardsuit venting atmosphere and blood... but miraculously alive.
xxxxxBack to Earth Mason was rushed, where he was immediately put into intensive trauma care. Iteration X Biomechanics were called in to fashion cybernetic augmentations to support his failing organs. Over painstaking weeks, he was nailed back together. Even now, nobody can truly explain what actually happened out on Zyris Minor, not even Mason himself. All he knows is he's been given a second chance at life. And now that he's been Enlightened, he plans to make the most of that chance. To that end, he has been sent to the Construct in Prospect, California. There, he will begin his training as an Enlightened operative of the Technocratic Union. He may have changed in ways he can only barely understand, but one thing has not--he is still a soldier in the War for Ascension. He will fight with all that he is to protect the Masses and the Consensus. And God help anyone who gets in his way.

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Vampire "The hell is this, Twilight?"
Wraith "Moaning and rattling chains. I'm so scared."
Fallen "I've seen scarier demons."
Hunters "Hey, that's a neat trick! How'd you do that?"
Changeling "Fairies, huh? Hey, I don't judge. You do you."
Mortal "Somebody's gotta take care of 'em."
Shifter "Now there's a decent fight. Shame silver bullets kill 'em so easy."

New World Order "Ugh. Some of the field agents are all right, I suppose. But I do get sick of all the God-damn paperwork."
Iteration X "I wouldn't be alive without 'em. They gave me a new body that's a thousand times better than my old one ever was, and it was a pretty damn good one. I owe the Xers bigtime."
Progenitors "It's good to have some of the best and brightest doctors in the world on our side. I'd hate to see what life would be like if they weren't."
Syndicate "Yeah, okay, sure, they got money. They got a shitload of money. But they don't gotta be such assholes about it, do they?"
Void Engineers "OO-rah!"

Akashic Brotherhood "Dodge this." HMMMZT!!
Celestial Chorus "Just take one look at those things out there and then tell me there's a God."
Cult of Ecstasy "And they say we're the ones turning the Masses into zombies. Look in a mirror, ya fucking hippies."
Dreamspeakers "Yeah, yeah, us horrible old white men. We're just terrible, ain't we? Well, if you idiots would quit bringing your buddies across the Border, we'd get along a hell of a lot better."
Euthanatos "Wanna compare kill counts? Bet you ten bucks mine's bigger."
Order of Hermes "You assholes started this war. Now you're bawling because you've lost. Better not throw a punch if you can't take one, Gandalf."
Sons of Ether "Aww. They think they're scientists. Ain't that cute?"
Verbena "Hey, if all the Mother Earth-type priestesses all look like Fairuzia Balk or Shannon Doherty, I'm okay with that."
Virtual Adepts "This is what happens when we quit spanking our kids. They end up like these bunch of worthless nerds. Paybacks are hell, traitors."
Hollow Ones "You think you know tragedy, huh kid? Lemme show you some of the things I've seen. Then you can get depressed."

Nephandi "Terminate with extreme fucking prejudice."
Marauder "Terminate with even extremer fucking prejudice."

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Miss Thompson
Agent Crowley
Sae6.jpg Smart. Tough. Skilled. And she's got a nice ass. I'm gonna like workin' here.
Crowley.jpg I could see myself tossin' back some beers with this guy. Just gotta get him to loosen up a little.
Captain Kalivas
Engineer Stephenson
Dell.jpg She's a lab job, a little bit like me. She got the looks, though. And she can kick my ass, so much respect.
Voidengineers.png Hell of a trip into the Digital Web, there, buddy.
Mrs. Blum
Administrator Cromwell
Agnes02.jpg Another suit n' tie. Would it really kill 'em to cut loose and have a good time, once in awhile? I'd get tired bein' so uptight all the time.
C richard.jpg HMFIC. Appreciates military service, so he's got my respect.
Specialist Huxley
Eden1.jpg Brains and beauty. She makes toys. Definitely need to get to know her better.

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  • Tool - Jerk-Off
    If consequences dictate
    A course of action
    It doesn't matter what's right
    It's only wrong if you get caught
    If consequences dictate
    My course of action
    I should play GOD and just shoot you myself!
  • Ministry - Hero
    They get you ready to fight
    The fuse is ready to blow
    It's shoot to kill on sight
    They call you GI Joe
    You never want it to stop
    The smell of burning flesh
    The hero marches along
    Across the highway of death
  • Nine Inch Nails - Survivalism
    I got my propaganda
    I got revisionism
    I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism
    All a part of this great nation
    I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism
  • White Zombie - More Human Than Human
    Yeah, I am the ripper man
    A locomotion mind, love American style, yeah
    I am the nexus one
    I want more life, fucker, I ain't done, yeah
    More human than human

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Full Name:Captain Mason 'Mace' Killian
Convention:Void Engineers
Methodology:Border Corps Division
Apparent age:Late 40s
Occupation:USMC, retired
Concept:Space Marine


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Notable Stats
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Animal Magnetism
Crack Shot
Huge Size

Addiction (alcoholism)
Short Fuse

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