(As with most proper nouns in board game design, all these names are placeholders and subject to change if/when something better [or someone optioning the design] comes along.)
Project Cross-Flux is a big game design that will take some time to actually fill out, so in the meanwhile, I'll release characters, classes, and other design elements with placeholder art to be a tease.
//SUBJECT FIRST NAME: Baland //SUBJECT LAST NAME: [UNKNOWN]
//SUBJECT ALIAS: The Harvester //DOB: [UNKNOWN]
//THREAT WARNING: ***D7***
//CHARGES: (See: Record #81503d for latest list of charges)
//CONVICTIONS: -Grand Larceny (#237046) [In Absentia]
-Interference with Spatial Defense System (#38473) [In Absentia]
-Trespass (#9072349) [In Absentia]
-Assault with a Deadly Weapon (#76952412) [In Absentia]
-Assault with a Deadly Force (#65978) [In Absentia]
-Armed Robbery with Threat (#43172) [In Absentia]
-Murder, 2nd Degree (#9783314) [In Absentia]
-Armed Robbery with Threat (#43173) [In Absentia]
-Armed Robbery with Threat (#43174) [In Absentia]
-Assault with a Deadly Weapon (#76952413) [In Absentia]
-Assault with a Deadly Force (#65979) [In Absentia]
-Grand Theft with Threat (#8712) [In Absentia]
//ASSOCIATED FILES: Incident Reports 7608-90 through 7619-21, 12983-32, and 12984-33. (See Also: Use of Force Appendix 4C for relevant capture and containment procedures.)
//KNOWN EQUIPMENT: [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]
//LAST KNOWN LOCATION: The Filament (11-33-46.1, 165-24-47.9, 1.3 /Eα)
//NEARBY ITEMS OF NOTE: Arrakamian Relic No. 3893p, [REDACTED] Relic No. 21[REDACTED], Misc. Priority 2 and Priority 3 Relics.
The Museum of Mathematical Innovation was a lonely post, requiring a guard who practiced the utmost vigilance as a part of their natural disposition. While visitors weren't entirely absent, they were still rare, and often consisted of demographics largely in the dark about recent information technologies. Many security officers had come-and-gone for various reasons, most involving some state of mind-numbing boredom or another, and none had even lasted the three-month probationary period. After these repeated failures, the museum directors believed it best to open the application to inhumans as well. Soon after, they found their dream candidate. Aside from satisfying the mathematicians' undying love for terrible math puns, 7-8-9 also fulfilled all the essential qualities they were looking for in a guard. Unfortunately, legal frameworks for hiring foreign inhumans remain underdeveloped in the state of New York, and a maze of bureaucratic paperwork, not to mention a forged background check, still stand in the way of this hellhound's potential hiring. Additionally, one director has possibly jeopardized the museum's standing by recommending a grey-market, under-the-table arrangement with this particularly committed, tricephalic canine.
"How dare they? How dare those ungrateful peasants forsake me? They bled our coffers dry, abandoned our soldiers abroad, and allowed the hordes to flood our borders, yet they still cursed my name while I cleaned up their messes. Their dirty protests, their cries for 'fairness,' were nothing but despicable last gasps of a dying ideology, falling at the feet of our nation's great industrial progress. Those that starve in a system such as ours have only themselves to blame, and their lack of a worker's drive and ingenuity. Yet even The Fathers have been swayed by the public's perilous shift in rhetoric, so how am I to continue my duty? How can I uphold what made us great if even my creators dismantle my every effort? That cage of theirs was the last straw. I will never let them return me there, so now this place must be our new promised land. If our ideals do not find purchase in our own soil, I shall till the rest of the world to bear forth our dreams, starting with this useless plot of piled sand. This Soaring Patriot will patrol and defend these Rolling Peaks as though they were my own homeland, and yours."