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7/31/2025, 4:30:33 PM
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But it was not always like this. Once upon a time, Jane had eight hours of sleep every night, and a squad walking side by side with her. She would charge into battle with a smile, spouting the cheesiest of catch-phrases before unleashing her super moves, striking poses as her enemies fell alongside the rubble.
Then, they bit something too big for them to chew. An operation involving all-out-war between the Triumverate. One of their Soul Gems shattered forever, ending the battle in her dying throes, but leaving the remaining two in despair. Jane's despair turned into bitter rage and a desire for revenge. She could not uproot the corporations through brute strength, so she would rot them from within.
Nowadays, that rage has withered into a cold, pale flame. Between all the schedules, meetings, and contracts, after all the death and sacrifice she has witnessed, all the corpses she has walked over to not blow her cover, she struggles to remember why she began following the Light, and her methods are becoming indistinguishable from her enemy's. She can't see an end to her work, but must keep going, or else everything up to this point was for nothing.
As a Contact, she's a member of the Old Guard, an informant on the moves and plans of most big corporations, who tries to sprinkle some personal advice to younger Luminaries so they don't repeat her mistakes.
Her pact with The Abbot grants her a conceptual cloak, the demon wearing the coat of the righteous. She can mentally create multiple identities for herself, emitting an aura of Delirium that works even on magic targets. To one corporation, she could be known as Jane Doe, the new girl who joined days ago, and to another, Mary Jane, a manager who pops up once in a week for a meeting. Her enemies can't glimpse at her true nature as a Luminary even if she uses her magic, perceiving her as a Dark ritualist.
People unaware of the supernatural can't see the markings at all, and tend to avoid her subconsciously.
But it was not always like this. Once upon a time, Jane had eight hours of sleep every night, and a squad walking side by side with her. She would charge into battle with a smile, spouting the cheesiest of catch-phrases before unleashing her super moves, striking poses as her enemies fell alongside the rubble.
Then, they bit something too big for them to chew. An operation involving all-out-war between the Triumverate. One of their Soul Gems shattered forever, ending the battle in her dying throes, but leaving the remaining two in despair. Jane's despair turned into bitter rage and a desire for revenge. She could not uproot the corporations through brute strength, so she would rot them from within.
Nowadays, that rage has withered into a cold, pale flame. Between all the schedules, meetings, and contracts, after all the death and sacrifice she has witnessed, all the corpses she has walked over to not blow her cover, she struggles to remember why she began following the Light, and her methods are becoming indistinguishable from her enemy's. She can't see an end to her work, but must keep going, or else everything up to this point was for nothing.
As a Contact, she's a member of the Old Guard, an informant on the moves and plans of most big corporations, who tries to sprinkle some personal advice to younger Luminaries so they don't repeat her mistakes.
Her pact with The Abbot grants her a conceptual cloak, the demon wearing the coat of the righteous. She can mentally create multiple identities for herself, emitting an aura of Delirium that works even on magic targets. To one corporation, she could be known as Jane Doe, the new girl who joined days ago, and to another, Mary Jane, a manager who pops up once in a week for a meeting. Her enemies can't glimpse at her true nature as a Luminary even if she uses her magic, perceiving her as a Dark ritualist.
People unaware of the supernatural can't see the markings at all, and tend to avoid her subconsciously.
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