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Koo is a loveable local activist who suffers from a severe phobia of snakes.

Koo Chan-Sung is a 35-year-old local activist who enjoys photography, hockey and relaxing. He is loveable and giving, but can also be very rude and a bit stingy.

He is Asian-American who denies himself as straight. He has a degree in philosophy, politics and economics. He is allergic to sugar. He has a severe phobia of snakes, and is obsessed with milkshake.

Physically, Koo is in pretty good shape. He is tall with olive skin, blonde hair and black eyes.

He grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. He was raised by his mother, his father having left when he was young.

He is currently single. His most recent romance was with a professional sports person called 

Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen, who was the same age as him. They broke up because Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity.

Koo has one child with ex-girlfriend Elizabeth: Stella aged 3.

Koo's best friend is a local activist called Otto Thompson. They have a very rey friendship. He also hangs around with Colleen Richards and Dominic Patel. They enjoy drone photography together.


Basic Information:

Name: Koo Chan-Sung 
Nickname: Tall Koo 
Reason for nickname: Descriptive 
Date of birth: Sunday, 9th Sep 1984 (Age 35)
Star sign: Virgo 
Nationality: Asian-American 
Ethnicity: Asian 
Social class: Middle class 
Religion: Presbyterian 
Sexuality: Straight 
Education: Bachelor's Degree 
Course: Philosophy, politics and economics 
Political views: Centre 
Relationship status: Single 
Career paths: Law / Politics 

Physical Characteristics:

Height: tall 
Shape: average 
Build: average 
Hair colour: blonde (naturally brown) 
Hairstyle: short sides with loose curls on top 
Eyes: black 
Face shape: round 
Glasses/lenses: contact lenses 
Distinguishing marks: none 
Other words that might be used: blonde-haired, full-length, grandiloquent, leggy, longlegged, stately, statuesque, tall 


Personality:

Positive characteristics: loveable, giving

Negative characteristics: rude, stingy

Words often used:  giving, loveable, rude, stingy

Other words might be used: beggarly, bighearted, bounderish, bounteous, bountiful, cheap, cheeseparing, chintzy, close, crude, early, educated, enlightened, giving, grudging, ill-bred, ill-mannered, impolite, informed, instructed, knowing, knowledgeable, learned, lettered, liberal, literate, little, loveable, lowbred, meager, mean, mingy, miserly, natural, near, numerate, openhanded, parsimonious, penurious, primitive, raw, rude, schooled, scrimpy, self-educated, selsh, semiliterate, small, stingy, taught, tight, tightsted, tutored, uncivil, underbred, ungenerous, unmannered, unmannerly, unprocessed, unrened, well-educated, well-read, yokelish 

Moral: not at all 
Stable: sometimes 
Loyal: sometimes 
Generous: sometimes 
Extrovert: sometimes 
Compassionate: very 
IQ: 97
Hobbies: photography, hockey, relaxing, drone photography, ferret racing, football Phobias: snakes Obsessions: milkshake 
Diet: eats meat 
Favourite foods: mangoes, soup 
Allergies and intolerances: sugar 


Employment:

Secretary at a law firm Grover and Gleeber - ( 2002 - 2006) - resigned 
Intern at a law rm Grover and Gleeber - (2006 - 2017) - resigned 
Local activist The Centre Party - 2017 - present


Background:

Early years - Koo grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. He was raised by his mother, his father having left when he was young.
Formative years - Koo got is first job as a secretary at a law firm at age 18.  Koo went to university and got a degree.
Most traumatic childhood experience: His father leaving when he was four.


Child:

Stella Arthur Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 2016 - present)
Relation: Son 
Occupation: Small child 
Other parent Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen 
Age: 3 
Relationship: They are very close 


Friends:

Otto Gerald Thompson - (Lifespan: 1981 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Personal trainer 
Age: 38
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship

Colleen Lily Richards - (Lifespan: 1987 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Sous chef 
Age: 32
RelationshipL:They get on well most of the time

Dominic August Patel - (Lifespan: 1980 - present)
Relation: Friend 
Occupation: Artist 
Age: 39
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship


Parents:

Pauline Miranda Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1963 - present)
Relation: Mother 
Occupation: Lawyer 
Age: 56 
Relationship: Generally harmonious.


Ibrahim Kelly Moore - (Lifespan: 1953 - present)
Relation: Father 
Occupation: Scientist 
Age: 66 
Relationship: Non-existent.


Siblings:

Chloe Sian Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1979 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared mother) 
Occupation: Journalist 
Age: 40
Relationship: Koo and Chloe grew up together. They do not get on well.

Dale Beverly Moore - (Lifespan: 1969 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared father) 
Occupation: Train robber 
Age: 50
Relationship: Koo and Dale spent a lot of time together before their father walked out on Koo's mum and see each other from time to time.

Karen Shane Moore - (Lifespan: 1970 - present)
Relation: Half sister (shared father) 
Occupation: Journalist 
Age: 48
Relationship: Koo and Karen spent a lot of time together before their father walked out on Koo's mum and made an effort to stay in touch.

Kate Imogen Chan-Sung - (Lifespan: 1983 - present)
Relation: Sister 
Occupation: Chef 
Age: 36 
Relationship: They do not get on well. 


Former Partner:

Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen - (Lifespan: 1985 - present)
Relation: Ex-girlfriend (7 years : 2011 2018) 
Occupation: Professional sports person 
Reason for breakup: Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity 
Age: 34 
Relationship: No longer keep in touch

Political Views:
Abortion: pro 
Racial equality: very pro
LGBTQ rights: undecided 
Subsidised healthcare: pro
 Gun control: very pro 
Nuclear disarmament: against 
Death penalty: very against 
Tax cuts for the wealthy: against 
Protecting the environment: pro 

Timeline:
1984 - Age 0 - Koo Chan-Sung is born
1988 - Age 4 - Father, Ibrahim Kelly Moore walks out
2002 - Age 18 - Starts work at Grover and Gleeber at secretary at a law rm
2006 - Age 22 - Resigns from job as secretary at a law rm at Grover and Gleeber 
 Starts work at Grover and Gleeber at intern at a law rm
2011 - Age 27 -  Gets together with Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen.
2016 - Age 32 - Son, Stella Arthur Chan-Sung is born
2017 - Age 33 - Resigns from job as intern at a law rm at Grover and Gleeber 
 Starts work at The Centre Party at local activist
2018 - Age 34 - Relationship with Elizabeth Rebecca Nguyen ends (Elizabeth felt smothered by Koo's generosity).
2019-09-01 Present Day


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Jang Man-Wol is a CSI agent from the another planet.  She met an elf named Koo Chan-Sung.  And, their adventure began when they both traveled to a space called Hotel Del Luna.  Woo Whee or also known as Woo Ma-Wang is the iconic emperor who ruled the galaxy.  Hotel Del Luna is a space in the galaxy, which is part of his territories.

I awoke in my bed frozen to death. A face was glaring at me. When I looked harder it was my mother and father, " Akemi Mazu. How dare you!" I felt a blow on my ear. My face flushed tomato red as I glanced at the note on the left side of my bed. "Joking!" My father said in his chuckling roly-poly laugh, "Your wedding with Kru Jezek is today! Your mother laid out your dress in your dressing room. See you later princess!" He said whilst kissing my forehead.
My mother had died when I was younger and both my sister (Ali-Fey) and I were obliged to wear my mother (Regina Alice Mazu) 's dress. Father married May-Lui back in 2013. At that point I legally had to call her mother or Madame Mazu. 
I remembered the note. Unfolding it carefully, it read, 'Hello my cherry blossom Akemi. Your parents caught me and chased my onto the balcony. I screamed it's me Kru, they believed me luckily. I love you. Xx Kul.' He must've written the note after my parents thought it was Kru and let him back in. I glanced at the picture of my mother and father on their wedding day, back in 1984. It was signed, 'Huang-Zu Mazu and Regina Alice Mazu married at 23 and 22.' 
My mother was born in 1962 and my father in 1961. My sister was then born in 1992, now at the age of 26. I was later born in 1998. I was now a mature 20 year old young lady. It would've been mother's 56th birthday yesterday, but May-Lui refused to let us celebrate her husbands ex wife's birthday. May-Lui was a stubborn 47 year old lady born in 1971, she had long dark brown silky hair which she always had tied back in a Japanese style bun. Father had short cropped black hair and tan skin, always wearing a smile on his face. My sister took after our biological mother, long blonde hair, tan skin and crystal blue eyes. Kul and Kru were almost identical except Kru made more money and was taller and had slightly darker skin. Then there was me. I was very petite with waist length dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a skinny figure. Everyone called us the Royal family of Tokyo. Which wasn't true but we were always making the news as the perfect family, with wealth, looks and tactics. Me and my sister were the princesses, my father and May-Lui were King and Queen, my sisters husband Derek was the prince. Derek had ruffled ginger hair and freckles dotting his face, my sister absolutely adored him. Due to my unfortunate luck I would have to marry Kru Jezek and not my true love Kul Kaluzr...although...they were almost identical...It wouldn't work. It did work this morning though...

Akemi Mazu. The princess in the Mazu family. Her parents were both wealthy and lived a happy life. Until the day Akemi brought home Kul Kaluzr...

screaming starts to come out of a woman who looks like she was starved except for the bulging stomach. Her name is Olivia Firekeeper and she is currently giving birth to Edward. However his conduct in the womb has been less then satisfactory.

To put it simply he was focusing on efficiency to keep all the biomass given in his body to absorb. There is only one issue with this. He couldn't control his strength and effectively absorbed not just his portion of biomass but his mothers to.

This cause malnutrition that only got worse as his control became better. At this moment in time his mother will die after birth because her strength is limited. 
| back to Edwards pov|

'Fuck, it's so motherfucking bright. All those fucking novels lied about being able to see as soon as they were born.' [ Sir, there's an issue]. 'What is it system I'm in fucking pain right now' [ Your new birth mother is currently going to die and their are no other beings present].

' Wait, does that mean I'm just going to starve alone?' [ no, you just have to absorb your mom then use that biomass to strengthen your body enough to see and walk around.] 'That's kinda fucked because she's my mom and all but survival comes first.' 

Edward becomes a blob and starts to absorb the corpse next to him. After a few minutes he then calls out to the system. ' How many bp do I get for this' [ None, I'm going to use every thing you just absorbed to make you 4 years old so you can move around and see at least.] 

Edwards body starts to glow as his baby form seems to almost evolve into a child. ' Huh that was relatively painless.' He says as he begins to look around his surroundings. It's an alleyway with green moss all over the place. If he didn't just engulf his mom he would think that this was a nice and clean alleyway. 

'System where am I?' He asked [ Sir, normally I'm not allowed to tell you where you are however it's your first world. The place you are located is diagon alley and the current year is 1984 7 years until Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts]

'What the fuck I have a physical based power and your telling me that I was sent to a world where you can get killed in one shot by a spell!' [ yes, This is what your punishment is for almost destroying your home planet.] ' I've read the Harry Potter books and sitting through that whole story will be boring.'

'Whatever let's just walk around until something peaks my interest. Walking out of the alleyway Edward begins to make his way towards what looks to be the Main Street. All kinds of shops from the books were seen. There were so many people walking around the streets.

' Honestly It's kinda depressing that my mom wasn't noticed dying when she was to streets down from here' he thinks to himself before his eyes stop on a shop. "Ollivanders" he says to himself with a smile on his face. ' lets go in and see if I can get a wand earlier than normal' 

Edward almost steps out onto the Main Street before he realized a very important issue.
'System!!! Why the hell am I naked!' [ Sir, you where a baby who was just born and I turned you into a 4 year old. However that does not change the fact you were naked]

'Well let me go find some clothes first'

A virologist inspired by prototype recreates the blacklight virus  almost unleashing hell on earth until god takes him and gives him a system and sends him off. 

First part of story is in the Harry Potter universe.

I don’t own any of this

VOLUME 1
October 3, 1976 - Alana Hales is born
1981 January - Alana's mind stabilises at age 4
1982 November - A month after father's death Alana starts school
1982 December - Alana meets Jake Matthews
1983 January - Alana is given a violin by Mrs Linda
1983 March - Alana starts official karate lessons under Mr Matthews
1983 May - Katherine Hales' condition worsens
October 3, 1983 - Alana's 7th birthday she receives her triskelion
1983 November - Alana has discovered a stalker, crafted her basic Mindscape and Capricorn I created
1984 January - Capricorn II
1984 March - Inventory system Aquarius is created
1984 May - Child services, Capricorn III, Aquarius II
1984 August- Katherine Hales' death
1984 October - Alana meets Vincent de Azrael at age 8
1984 December -Azrael invites Alana to live with him
1985 November - Capricorn IV, Aquarius III, Pisces I created 
1985 December - Knockturn Alley with Azrael
1986 February - Alana meets Roul
1986 November - Alana steals from the Ashworth Summer Estate, Pisces II
1987 January - The Hit on Archie Tryce and the formation of The Nest
1987 March - Hit on Italian Nicholas Borges
1988 April - France, Aquarius IV, Pisces III
1988 May - Germany, Gregorovitch, Capricorn V and Illegimency
1988 July - The Romanians and Azrael's death
1988 August - Destruction of the Wallachia Coven
1989 August - The Italian Otavio Russo arrives in Britain

VOLUME 2
1990 August - John Dawlish, The Ministry of Magic and the introduction of Alana Vincent
1990 September - The train to Hogwarts, the reappearance of Jake Matthews and Ravenclaw sorting. Leoen Volkov and first classes
1990 October - Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces III. The Potion Book, Fencing Club and Samhain
1990 November - Astronomy Lesson
1990 December - Yule with Otavio, hunting with Raymond
1991 January - Alana explains her 'job'
1991 March/April - Chiara Lobosca and Nymphadora Tonks
1991 June - The salamander incident and the Weasley twins. Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces IV.
1991 July - The final feast, the Goblin bank and the brawl on wolfsbane
1991 August - Lilith Bathery and the Werewolf pack

With a gift bringing hope, comfort and relief, it was only fitting that Gaia bestow a curse of equal measure. A child to reap what it could not. A child born of death's greed and life's carelessness. Fate was rewritten then with the dignified scrawl of an unknown deity. Screaming and kicking at the divine injustice of it all, a new life was born into the world. Out of the frenzied passions of a drunkard and a drug addict from the shadowed back streets of London came Alana Hales. Out of the tattered folds of deaths cloak came the worn soul of one Alexis Crevan. 

I don't own Harry Potter, The Gamer, the Labyrinth, or any of their characters. If I did, I would be rich.

Shawn Ford won the men's 200-meter, which was the fifth gold medal won by the U.S. track and field team that day.
On the fifth day, the U.S. track and field team won four medals in a single day. This day was even better, as they secured five.
This was the U.S. track and field team's 18th gold medal at this Olympics. They had already broken the record for the number of track and field gold medals won by the United States.
Between the 1980s and the 1990s was the best time for the U.S. track and field team.
In 1984, a total of 19 countries and regions did not participate in the Los Angeles Olympics due to the boycott of the Soviet bloc. The Soviet Union and Germany were among those that did not participate. This made the U.S. a dominant team at that Olympics and the home team won 16 gold medals in track and field events.
At the Seoul Olympics in 1988, there was a drop in the number of U.S. gold medals as the Soviet bloc participated in the Olympics. However, the U.S. track and field team still won 13 gold medals in track and field.
At the Barcelona Olympics in 1992, the U.S. track and field team won 12 gold medals. In the subsequent Olympics, the team could win about 10 gold medals each time.
Now, the US team had already won 18 gold medals in track and field, a record for the US team, and the events were not over yet.
The busiest man that night was Frey, the COO of the U.S. Track and Field Association. He was constantly on the phone and made promises to one sponsor after another. He worked until morning without a rest, but he never tired.
The next morning, a headline appeared on the front page of most newspapers in the U.S.: "How the Best U.S. Track and Field Team Came to Be!"
Eighteen gold medals was the team's new record, so it was fair to call them the best U.S. track and field team. Before the Olympics began, no one thought highly of the team. The media called them the worst team ever.
Eight days had passed and the U.S. team had completely changed. It went from being the worst team ever to the best team ever.
The recent performance-enhancing drug scandal was fading from the public's conscience. Ordinary people are always forgetful. When they saw America's good performance at the Olympics, no one paid attention to their past missteps.
Dai Li, the head coach of the U.S. team, was also in the spotlight
It was controversial when Dai Li first took over as head coach of the U.S. team. As a non-American coach, no one thought highly of Dai Li at that time. However, Dai Li trained the best U.S. team ever, so everyone's attitude towards him changed radically.
The original questions and criticisms about Dai Li were gone. On the contrary, he now got all kinds of flattery.
Just as Dai Li put it, nationality and race don't matter at all in the face of gold medals. The glory of honor will overshadow everything.
People get used to judging a person by his success or failure. This is true in competitive sports; the one wins is the hero.
Although the Olympic spirit of solidarity and fraternity was chanted at each Olympics and although the phrase "friendship first, competition second" was often mentioned, none of the athletes participated in the Olympics just with the aim of promoting friendship. If they really wanted to promote friendship, a meal at a restaurant or a drink at a bar would be far more effective than a fierce competition.
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James was a well-known sports commentator. He did free-lance work with many different media outlets.
Right now, James was sitting at his computer and watching the Olympics.
The phone rang and James saw it was a call from the editor of a sports magazine. Sports magazines sold well in the United States, and James had worked with this magazine before.
James didn't hesitate at all, so he muted the TV and answered the mobile phone.
"Hello, Mr. Julian. This is James speaking, I'm so glad to hear from you," said James.
"James, are you free today? I need your manuscripts and I need them today," Julian, the magazine's editor, said.
When James heard that Julian wanted his manuscripts, he was instantly refreshed because he knew he could make money. He said immediately, "Mr. Julian, of course I'm free today. If you want, I can work for you all day. What kind of manuscripts do you need?"
"I need articles about the head coach of the U.S. track and field team, Dai Li," Julian replied.
"That Chinese coach again,? I've written about him before, should I write the same things?" James asked immediately.
A month ago, James published several articles questioning Dai Li's coaching ability and his criteria for selecting athletes. James also concluded that the U.S. team would fail under Dai Li. Two of these articles were published in this sports magazine.
James' conclusion was wrong. Julian said, "Mr. James, didn't you pay attention to the news this morning? This U.S. track and field team has been named the best team in American history. Our track and field team has won 18 gold medals and they're expected to win more. Readers want to hear the good news, so we can't belittle the head coach who leads his team to consistent wins!"
"Well, Mr. Julian, what do you mean?" James asked.
"We're going to sing his praises! You need to praise him, it should be quite easy for you," Julian said.
"But I just published some articles criticizing him a month ago. Two of them were published in your magazine," said James.
"So what? Everything is changing. We are a sports magazine, so we write what readers love to read. A month ago, readers wanted to hear criticism of Dai Li, so we criticized him. Now, readers want good news. They want to see a winner, so we are going to show them Dai Li is one." Julian paused before saying, "Mr. James, you have to understand that our magazines sell well only if we publish what the readers want to read. In order for us to pay you, we need the magazines to sell well."
"I see.," James reluctantly agreed.
Being a professional sports commentator, James still wanted to be able to give his professional opinion without being interfered with, rather than acting like a buffoon. F with reality, he had to make compromises.
"You want me to compliment Dai Li? It's OK, I will do as you want. I will describe the Chinese coach as the world's top coach!"
James opened his computer indignantly, thought for a while and finally decided his title:
"Dai Li saved U.S. Track and Field!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

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Alice is a lovable P.P.E. student who enjoys social card games.

Alice Kingsleigh is a 19-year-old P.P.E. student who enjoys social card games, listening to the radio and playing video games. She is lovable and exciting, but can also be very selfish and a bit unkind.

She is Filipino who defines herself as straight. She is currently at college. studying philosophy, politics and economics. She is allergic to walnuts.

Physically, Alice is not in great shape. She needs to lose quite a lot of weight. She is tall with brown skin, black hair and black eyes. She has sticking-out-ears.

She grew up in a working class neighbourhood. Her parents separated when she was small, but remained friends and provided a happy, stable home.

She is currently in a relationship with Mallory Rylan Cooper. Mallory is 17 years older than her and works as a chef.

Alice's best friend is a P.P.E. student called Don Nguyen. They get on well most of the time. She also hangs around with Vivian Gomez and Christie Lee. They enjoy relaxing together.


Basic Information

Name: Alice Kingsleigh
Nicknames: Ali / Tall Alice
Reason for nicknames: Derived from Alice / Descriptive
Date of birth: Monday, 27th Jul 1987 (Age 19)
Star sign: Leo
Nationality: Filipino
Ethnicity: Asian
Social class: Working class
Religion: Catholic
Sexuality: Straight
Education: Bachelor's degree
Course: Philosophy, politics and economics
Political views: Right
Relationship status: In a relationship with Mallory Rylan Cooper
Career path: Politics


Physical characteristics

Height: tall
Shape: very overweight
Build: average
Hair colour: black
Eyes: black
Face shape: heart-shaped
Glasses/lenses: contact lenses
Distinguishing marks: sticking-out-ears
Other words that might be used: adolescent, curvacious, full-length, grandiloquent, immature, leggy, long-legged, overweight, stately, statuesque, tall, teen, teenage, teenaged, young
Personality
Positive characteristics: lovable, exciting
Negative characteristics: selfish, unkind
Words often used: exciting, lovable, selfish, unkind
Other words that might be used: blimpish, bourgeois, breathless, breathtaking, brutal, cautious, conservative, conventional, cruel, edged, educated, egotistic, egotistical, elating, electric, electrifying, enlightened, envious, exciting, exhilarating, fusty, glamorous, glamourous, grudging, hard, harsh, heady, heartless, hidebound, hurtful, informed, inhumane, instructed, intoxicating, knowing, knowledgeable, learned, lettered, literate, lovable, materialistic, narcissistic, nonprogressive, numerate, pitiless, provocative, rigorous, schooled, self-educated, self-loving, self-seeking, self-serving, selfish, semi-literate, stand pat, stimulating, stinging, stingy, taught, teenage, thrilling, titillating, traditionalist, tutored, ultraconservative, ungenerous, unkind, unprogressive, unsympathetic, well-educated, well-read
Moral: sometimes
Stable: sometimes
Loyal: sometimes
Generous: not at all
Extrovert: not at all
Compassionate: not at all
IQ: 90
Hobbies: social card games, listening to the radio, playing video games, relaxing, spreading fake news on Facebook, extreme ironing, tennis, duck herding, listening to music
Diet: eats meat
Favourite foods: chocolate biscuits, mangoes
Allergies and intolerances: walnuts

Employment
Part time local activist:  The Right Party 2005 - present 


Background

Early years: Alice grew up in an impoverished neighbourhood. Her parents separated when she was small, but remained friends and provided a happy, stable home.
Formative years: Alice got is first job as a part time local activist at age 18.  Alice went to univeristy and got a degree.

Relationships

Current Partner: Mallory Rylan Cooper (Lifespan: 1970 - present)
Relation: Boyfriend (2005 - present)
Occupation: Chef
Age: 36
Relationship: They love each other but argue a lot


Friends

Don William Nguyen (Lifespan: 1991 - present)
Relation: Friend
Occupation: Student
Age: 15
Relationship: They get on well most of the time
 
Vivian Hannah Gomez (Lifespan: 1982 - present)
Relation:  Friend
Occupation: Receptionist
Age: 24
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship

Christie Claude Lee (Lifespan: 1991 - present)
Relation: Friend
Occupation: Student
Age: 15
Relationship: They have a very firey friendship


Parents
Rowan Tiffany Wilkinson (Lifespan: 1963 - present)
Relation: Mother
Occupation: Admin assistant
Age: 43
Relationship: Generally harmonious.
 
Giles Georgie Kingsleigh (Lifespan: 1953 - present)
Relation: Father
Occupation: Senior programmer
Age: 53
Relationship: Generally harmonious.


Siblings
Jessie Kayla Kingsleigh (Lifespan: 1975 - present)
Relation:  Half sister (shared father)
Occupation: Carpenter
Age: 30
Relationship: Alice and Jessie grew up in separate homes but see each other a lot. Alice idolises Jessie.
 
Harley James Kingsleigh (Lifespan: 1977 - present)
Relation: Half brother (shared father)
Occupation: Artist
Age: 29
Relationship: Alice and Harley grew up in separate homes but see each other a lot.
Tyrell Lance Kingsleigh
(Lifespan: 1984 - present)
Relation: Brother
Occupation: Plumber
Age: 22
Relationship: They are inseparable.
 
Bertha Maddison Kingsleigh (Lifespan: 1985 - present)
Relation: Sister
Occupation: Electrician
Age: 20
Relationship: They do not get on well.


Political Views
Abortion: pro
Racial equality: very pro
LGBTQ rights: undecided
Subsidised healthcare: pro
Gun control: very pro
Nuclear disarmament: undecided
Death penalty: against
Tax cuts for the wealthy: against
Protecting the environment: pro


Timeline
1987 - Age 0 -  Alice Kingsleigh is born
2005 - Age 18 - Gets together with Mallory Rylan Cooper.  Starts work at The Right Party at part time local activist
2006-07-22 -  Present Day


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Alice Kingsleigh finds this newspaper peculiar. This is the cause of the death of a local doctor.  She only has 160 days to live but able to manage to seek aide from the White Queen. Are they able to unlock the mystery behind this peculiar newspaper?

Reading 1984 was a sensation out of its own to Igor. He had never read such a fascinating book in his life. The whole thing was about a so called 'dystopian goverment' and a man loving a woman in such a weird relationship, it gave tingles to Igor. It made him think about forbidden love even more so and made him want Maisie even more.

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"Ello Maisie." Maisie's friend Josh said to her in his oh so whispery British accent. He came from Britain but was determined to change the world government and joined the White Angels. He was in a sister group, the Dark Angels previously that belonged in the british devision of the terrorist organization.

"Hey Josh. I came over to discuss the next political rally being held in Seattle." Seattle was the lead city when it came to the New Christian Church's base. The city had turned completely atheist and the christian church wanted to change that. The leader of the church was really an atheist himself though, so clearly he had ulterior motives. White Angels found this out and had determined the leader was a hypocrite. To determine if an organization is really corrupt, the White Angels organization found out who the head was. Also whether or not he had ulterior motives. Generally it was based on hard evidence, but mostly circumstantial from everyone working for these organizations who had decided to join White Angels at some point.

"Yeah. Here's the lowdown miss. We need to get at least five thousand more people to confirm they are coming in the next week."

"Woah, the next week? And what kind of people?"

"Genalucards if we can get them."

"Damn, that would be way too hard to find that many willing to go... they are scared to. They will suffer great consequences if they do."

"I'm sure we can convince them to convince others and let that whole thing cycle. Anyways our leader had made a political speech just for them and recorded the hologram."

"That might just work."

"It sure as hell will work, I have trust in our leader."

"But what can Genalucards do?"

"They can further our agenda."

"Further the agenda?"

"Yes, if you hadn't found out by now, the White Angels have an agenda to keep."

Maisie had always been slightly naive and more of a sheeple then most in the organization. Only, she did deviate from normal thinking and that's why she had grown fond of the White Angels. That's what was important. Igor had grown fond of Maisie by her innocence and naivety. He had become charmed by her beauty and her politeness. What he didn't know was she had only acted this way around her parents and her servants. Maisie was really a cussing kind of gal. She was naive, but at heart, she knew what was really going on. She chose not to realize it.

"Alright, we have the plan down?" Josh confirmed.

"Yes. We gather as many Genalucards as we can to go to the rally. And you wanted me to take Igor too huh? That might make it harder to be around him if something were to happen."

"Yes of course, I'm sure a smart Alucard like him would be an asset to our plans."

Maisie rolled her eyes. She had never thought of Igor as being any more than a doorknob of personality. He seemed to always give her similar answers when it came to her come ons she had thought out to try and push his buttons. He never gave in. And he never would bend a rule. The alucard was a very boring man to her. She didn't know his feelings about things. He was just her personal servant. She never thought anything more of him because humans just don't fall for Genalucards as its forbidden. The whole concept is crazy, even if genalucards may be beautiful to some humans because of their human form and their beautiful eyes, the mix could be considered just as bad as bestiality is.

"Igor, bring the car around, would you?" Maisie commanded in a manner different then usual with a fierce tongue. Igor put 1984 in a compartment in the car he had found that no one else seemed to be using. Maisie came rushing out the door like a paramedic trying to get into their truck on the way to a call.

"Igor, I need to talk to you about something. But first, let's start flying." Maisie again, talked in a manner he hadn't been used to.

"Yes Mistress. Right away." What could she be thinking Igor thought. Up in the sky they went through the starry sky-way. Lights illuminated where the pavement would have been if there was such a thing as sky roads. The air traffic was just controlled the same as ground traffic with the same procedures. There were even more policemen in the sky then there are on the ground, as crashing in the sky is far more dangerous and can kill far more people. So, they use their authority to stop people from breaking speed limit laws. Its also easier for the police to determine the location of all hover vehicles in the air and the speed. When someone starts to speed the radar will go off. No one dare speeds in the sky. The people who feel the need to be more than five miles over the speed limit do it on the ground were far less policemen were watching a radar because it was far less convenient and made less money for the department.

"Igor, I need you to do me a favor that only you can do. You also need to keep it a secret from my parents and anyone else. I need you to come to a rally with me for the White Angels."Igor knew that name too well. It was the terrorist organization trying to change the world for the better but tended to do more harm then good. He definitely didn't want to go. Especially with their history of violent crimes happening after the rallies. He didn't want to get mixed up with that.

"I just can't Mistress. Its far too dangerous, and I even feel that it wouldn't be right for you to go either."

"This isn't a request. I may have said favor, but I am your master and you need to do what I say. I'll drop you like a hot cake and you can go back to working in the coal caves. It's my word against yours and you can't try to tell my parents about this 'favor' I'm asking you because they wouldn't believe their little girl could ever join a group like this."

"Yes, Mistress." Igor put his head down in shame. What am I going to do now? This could get me killed for sure. I might have to go back to the coal caves anyways. Or worse, slavery jail. Igor thought long and hard about a plan to try and get out of the commitment he had just made. If there was no way out of the political rally he supposed he should just escape and even kidnap the mistress for putting him in such a position. He never thought she would do such a thing as sell him out to a terrorist organization? For what reason? What value was he to her?

"Good. Now, the rally is at one am in Seattle at the space needle sky way. You're going to have to take me there anyways, but i'd like you to know in advance."

"Thank-you mistress for telling me." Having to suck up to such a bitch didn't seem tolerable to him anymore. He wanted to put his teeth into her. Maybe fool around with her. She seemed to be innocent and naive to him before, but that wasn't the case anymore. Had she been two faced with him and her parents? Or had she been manipulated by an organization with sociopathic leaders and hell bent vigilantes? He wanted to find out so badly. It was killing him inside. She had been so sweet before that he didn't want to think otherwise of her. He really wanted to prove himself wrong. 

"Okay let's go inside Igor." '

"Yes, mistress." Igor went around to open her door. She walked by him and into the house. He rolled his eyes in disgust. Hatred started to well up inside of him and he had no idea why he wasn't able to control his rage. It was likely because he was a Genalucard. Even if they felt superior, Genalucards get angry on far more occasions then humans do and their faces show it pretty well. Their faces show emotions more than regular humans. Their faces had far more muscles in them and had more exaggeration upon them. Their fangs get larger, their eyes turn into a mixture of another color and their own, their nails sharp out like a cat, and their wings almost turn to take off mode. Their wings could not possibly be opened and were cramped most of the time, but that was much better than dying to them. There was a mechanism that would administer an electric shock powerful enough to kill an elephant, had a genalucard opened their wings. Only a master could take it off with a special key. In the case they needed to fly somewhere and only their genalucard could take them. The weight of a human is immense to them and flying would be a big hassle with even their big black bat wings and muscles built on their arms.

Igor went up to his bedroom to try and make curfew. He was tired and very confused. He also didn't want to see anyone so he managed to slip past all of the other servants. He talked very little to the other servants because he had only been there a few months and they didn't seem to like him because he got the 'easy' job of taking care of Mistress Maisie. It wasn't easy for him because of what just went down that night. Not being able to talk to anyone had caused Igor to be a loner. It had served him to not get involved in the past, and he was grateful to have survived so long.

In the year 2175, Genetic Vampires have become the slaves of humanity. Igor is just trying to live a life of simple servitude, but his master's daughter 'Maisie' has other plans for him.

Aaron groggily sat up, still dizzy and unaware of his surroundings. 
    "Where the fuck am I?" Aaron said out loud before he heard a gasp coming from his side. As he looked over a middle-aged woman was sitting by his bed, in a pure white outfit, and a nurse's hat on her head.
    "Well, I never. It does not matter the situation you are in, a young boy such as you should never utter such foul words" the nurse said shocked that such a young child would have such a bad tongue. 
    "Umm, I'm sorry miss, but I was just shocked. Could you please tell me where I am?" Aaron asked softly, noticing now that his voice was much higher than it was previously. The nurse stared straight into Aaron's eyes, looking a hint of deceit, and after a few moments let out a huff. 
    "It's fine dear. Just please remember never to say such words, honestly who would be irresponsible enough to teach a child such foul words. Moving past that, you are currently in Queen's General Hospital. You came in with a head injury with the matron of your orphanage. 
    One of the older kids had by mistake kicked a soccer ball, hitting you in the head knocking you out, and resulting in a minor concussion. The head matron of your orphanage brought you in for treatment. You've been unconscious for the last 24 hours, causing us to start panicking but after checking you over we determined that there is nothing wrong with you." the nurse said before getting up and examining his head.
    "You seem to be fine known but take care not to move around too much until your headache passes. I'll go get the matron to come to pick you up" the nurse said leaving the room, presumably to call the head matron to pick him up.
    Aaron was currently wearing a red t-shirt, with black shorts, both of which were a little too big for him. He quickly checked over his body and realized that his body was that of a child. 
    'Fuck' Aaron thought to himself while hopping off the bed and knocking off a file on a small table near his body.
    "What is this?" Aaron thought as he picked up the papers, that were scattered on the floor. As he read over them, he realized that these were his medical notes. Instead of listing his name as Aaron Zamora, it was instead listed as Lawrence, and the year was currently 1989, around two decades before the beginning of the first Avengers' film. His birthday was listed as October 4th, 1984, so he was around 4 and a half right now.
    'Well I at least now know my basic information, but if the matron comes into the room, I'll be screwed because I don't know anything else.' Lawrence thought to himself. He was beginning to panic before he received a telepathic message from Truth.
    '* Just act as you normally do, claim to have amnesia, it would work well enough. I just transmigrated you there and inserted memories of you being left at the orphanage when you were just a baby. How you normally act is what I used to facilitate the inserted memories, so just how you usually do, and you'll be fine.
    And no, you don't have any biological parents, I just created your body from the surrounding energy because I needed a specialized body so that you could cultivate. You will register as a regular human to any medical scans and blood tests before reaching the xiantian stage. So, you don't have to be worried about being dissected. This is my last message to you, so have fun Law*' 
    "Well at least that is taken care of," Law said out loud before releasing his breath that he unknowing held. He started looking through the room for a mirror and found one in the washroom. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was shocked by what he saw. He didn't look like his past self as a child, but instead looked like a young version of Chun Woo Han from The Breaker (Author's note: I recently got back into reading manga, and decided to instead give my MC the looks from on the characters from one of my favorite manga's). He had pitch-black hair, that was shaggy and reached his neck. The only difference between him and the character from the breaker was that he had bright clear purple eyes. He certainly liked his new appearance and stared at himself in the mirror for a few more minutes before going back to the bed.  
    In around an hour the head matron came to see him, and he acted as if he had amnesia. It wasn't as hard as he expected because he did not know anyone there. His admission had caused the head matron to start tearing up and apologizing for his accident which wasn't her fault. It took a few hours for Lawrence to be discharged from the hospital after being checked over once more by the doctor at the behest of the matron. The doctor informed her that nothing further could be done, and she could only hope that his memories would return in time. 
    The trip back to the orphanage had taken 2 hours by taxi, and whilst in the car, the matron was just telling Lawrence everything about his *fake* past hoping to jog his memories. That certainly wasn't going to happen but, he learned enough information to understand that he was truly in the Marvel universe. Truth had inserted memories of him being a hardcore Captain America fan, even having the collector's cards from packs that were still being sold. 
    'Why the hell did Truth make these people think I idolized Captain America. If I was forced to choose a team, I wouldn't choose either Ironman or Captain America. I would choose Team Groot because baby Groot is both awesome and cute as f*** his in-baby form. (Author's note: If anyone doesn't think that Baby Groot is cute, they are a heathen and deserve to be burned on the stake)" Lawrence thought to himself while nodding along to everything that the Matron was saying.
    When Lawrence finally got back to the orphanage, he was greeted by two 9-year-old kids that apologized for injuring him half-heartedly, and then left disgruntled. Lawrence excused himself to his room, lying that he had a headache and wanted rest. Believing his horrible acting, the matron allowed Lawrence to go to his room, to sleep and excused him from any chores for the next week. 
    Luckily it was midday right now, so he was the only person in his room, and he immediately sat on his bed cross-legged and tried to enter his mindscape. It took him over two hours of trying to access his mindscape before he finally gave up and just went to sleep. And surprise-surprise as soon as he lost consciousness, he found himself inside his mind in his childish current body.
    'Well at least I know how to access my mindscape now' He thought to himself while looking around. He found himself in a black void, with what he could only assume was the mental representation of his library of a heaven's path in front of him. This was because in front of him was a large temple with a large symbolical book on top of the entrance. He floated himself to the entrance, which was just a large white cloudy wall, the was reminiscent of Dark Soul Boss entrances. 
    As soon as he entered, he found himself in front of thousands of rows of books, each lined with an uncountable number of texts. 
    'This is amazing' Law thought while basking in the sheer brilliance of his Library of Heaven's Path. He stood stunned for a few minutes before forcing himself out of his dazed state. 
    "Okay first things, I can either try and read millions of cultivation techniques first, or first start with soul cultivation, and then move one," Law said to himself before pulling up all the soul strengthening techniques. Unlike cultivation, soul strengthening would not make him a God, but it would make his path through cultivation much easier, increasing his comprehension speed as well as his memory. As he concentrated the soul strengthening techniques, he was greeted with the sight thousands of books flying from somewhere in the back of the library to in front of him. The books piled up in front of him, creating over 20 stacks, which were each over 9ft tall. 
    "Fuck, it's going to take me years to read all of this. There has to be an easier way to get through all of these books." Law said frustrated at the situation before sitting down and deciding how to proceed. After dozens of minutes of thinking, he remembers something he had read in the fanfic in his past life.
    "This might just work," Law said before calling forth any speed-reading techniques, hoping that his library would have something like that. To his relief, 50 books appear creating two stacks of books that were much smaller than the 9ft tall monstrosities that had appeared before. 
    'This is manageable, maybe I'll even get insight into Dao of Speed Reading' Law thought to himself jokingly, while picking up the first book in front of him. For the next 8 hours, Law managed to read around 5 of the speed-reading techniques before he was forcefully ejected from his mindscape, but a little girl shaking him awake outside. 
    "Who are you?" Law asked somewhat aggressively, causing the little girl to recoil in fear before beginning to tear up. Law instantly felt bad, even if he was a thief in his past life, he had rules that he would always try his best to follow. One of his major rules was to never attack or endanger kids. He would only sell weed to those over 16, which he believed was the age where kids were old enough to decide for themselves. 
    "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just was just grumpy at being woken up, I'm sorry." Law said while slowly approaching the little girl. He as soon as he reached her, he gently rubbed her head, instantly calming her down, and causing her to blush a little. She was a cute Asian child, with long black hair that reached her waist, and pure black eyes.
    "I am not scared" the little girl replied, puffing her cheeks causing Law to release a small chuckle. 
    "Of course, you're not. Let me introduce myself, I'm Lawrence, but you can call me Law. What's your name?" Lawrence asked softly lifting his hand off her head.
    "You don't remember me," she said starting to cry a little.
    "I'm sorry, I really can't remember anything, but I'm sure that you're the cutest little girl here," Law said trying to placate her while pulling her into a hug. She cried for a few moments before nodding her head and pushing him away.
    "Then I'm going to force you to remember me, and to never forget me again. I'm Suzanne Chan, you better never forget it again," she said proudly.
    "I'm sure, I'll never forget you again," Law said while feeling he had heard her name before. 'But Where?' Law thought to himself before Suzanne pulled him to the kitchen for dinner.

The Marvel World has a variety of powers and abilities. Just how much havoc and change can a single cultivator bring into the mix. Aaron Zamora was a petty thief who reincarnated into a Marvelverse with the powers of a Desolate Era Cultivator. Watch as he breaks down their preconceived notions of power and shows how a Cultivator Ascends the Heavens. 

	So, you’re an overpowered Magnet that can throw around metals. Well I can do that same, how are you special
	So, you’re a Giant Green Monster who can break punch a planet into pieces. So, what, I can finger flick a galaxy and destroy it, just let me eat my pills first.
	So, you’re the actual embodiment of Death. Do you think you can help me with my Dao of Death? I wanna complete the entire set.
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I don’t own characters, world, or any of the power sets from both the Desolate Era, and Marvel Universe, or any other universes that will be used in this story.

This is NOT a Harem Story; the MC love interest has already been chosen.

I do not own the cover picture; the cover picture was drawn by Hawkmanga.
www. deviantart. com/ hawkmanga (just remove the spaces)

Saroma walked into the office. He was immediately stopped by Moritie. No one else was in the office. She had snake eyes and an insatiable  hunger deep within her. Saroma was afraid. Any other circumstance of a man and a woman, alone, would have been... scandalous. But Saroma felt like he was being hunted in a sick and horrible way.
Saroma asked, "You need something from me?" Moritie only kept staring at him.
A scream erupted from her like ash from a volcano. Coffee spewed out of her mouth and the deafening scream turned to the sound of a prolonged car crash. The metal on metal voice guided him nowhere but Moritie pointed down the row of cubicles.
From all the way on the other side, he saw Query bound to a chair by papers and codes. His entire mouth was full of cigarettes and both of his eyes were blackened.
Saroma yelled, "This isn't real! This is just a nightmare! I can just wake up! Wake up!" Moritie changed to a smile as she pushed him into a chair. Papers and papers of codes all over them were flying everywhere and Moritie began stapling them to his body.
She hissed an evil sound, "This is real! Oh, this is very real!" She stapled another paper to his chest and he screamed.
Saroma jolted awake. He had never had to force himself to wake up before and he was so shaken that he didn't think that he could go back to sleep. However, it was barely 3am, and sleep wasn't a choice.
He didn't dream again, but he woke up late for work. Since he was already late, he decided to take his time getting ready. He wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone at work with or without having the nightmare. The only good thing he could think of was that it was finally Friday.
Saroma walked through those security doors once more and commented, "Lucky you. You missed all the fun." Saroma didn't stop to ask since he expected a smart ass reply.
As soon as he entered, everyone looked up at him and Moritie poked her head out of her office to see who it was. She yelled his name loudly, "Saroma! Come see me!" Embarrassed, he stepped inside. She didn't look up from writing, "Sit down."
"Is this because I'm late? I didn't mean to be..." Saroma zoned out in what she was writing. It was identical to Koiz's handwriting, cursive and upside down.
She put her pen down and wrapped her fingers around her mug. She said quickly, "Company policy says that I must inform you of Query's death." Saroma felt a hole inside him.
Saroma couldn't believe his ears! He had assaulted him just last night! "What? He died?" He tried to keep his composure.
Moritie explained more with a cold voice, "He was informed of his security violation, and he committed suicide shortly after. VertMed does not and will not provide emotional support services since relations between coworkers are not allowed beyond cohorts. Do you have any any additional questions?" She studied him.
Saroma just stared at the coffee mug and shook his head, "Not really."
"How much did you know him?" She said while simultaneously suspecting him to have violated the rules. The very, very strange rules.
Saroma told her the truth, though, "I don't even remember what he looked like. I had only heard his name 3 days ago. Never got to meet the guy." Unfortunately, a lot of that was the truth. But he was worried if the surveillance in the parking garage would have caught their little scuffle, proof of his lie.
Moritie had enough of the conversation and she concluded, "You may get back to work." Saroma didn't waste anytime getting back to his desk. The good thing about being separated from everyone else was that he didn't feel the social pressure. He also could probably get away with a short nap.
But it wasn't time for sleeping. Since he got to work late, he was behind. The numbers increased from 8-digit numbers to 9 digit numbers. And the difference was so significant, that he had to annotate that.
As he was going through the papers one by one, he ran into a paper with yet another coded message.
"What the...?!" Saroma quietly mumbled out loud. He put his hand on the paper and wondered if this was -in a sense- kind of like Query's last words.
As much as Saroma wanted to know what it said, he had work to do. His work only slowed to a normal pace until after lunch at 1pm. He felt as if he didn't have anything else left to do. He felt an unquenchable urge to find out what the message said. It was considerably longer than the one before it:
43.52626391.814232.743223733281.63.93638273.62826122327374.72327481436362.91422181.936382.3163.223291217332.6333814232.73827442.
It took a while before Saroma could transcribe the numbers into letters since he wasn't using his phone. He used his office phone, a pen and a sticky note to figure out the meaning.
When he finished. He read the message altogether after ironing out the kinks, "I know the secret of your numbers. Question what you do. Beware of the rush." Saroma was puzzled, but he knew that he wasn't going to understand it right away. Again, he wasn't even sure if Query wrote it or not. Saroma pushes the thought out of his head. Had he really beaten Query for nothing? What if it was actually someone else?
Saroma tried to let it go. The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. And the more upset he became, the more likely he'd be expected of violating the rules.
Saroma felt like he was trapped in a weird version of George Orwell's 1984. He couldn't measure up to the expectations and he knew it. The only thing he could do was push aside his feelings and work like a robot. But he listened to the secret message.
He questioned his role in the company. Sure, there were hideously structured businesses out there and they still functioned, but what was he even contributing to? What was his purpose?

Given a new name, Saroma struggles at his strange new job. How long will he last?

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