The Altar: Character Profile: The Genius

Full Name: Unknown. Goes by varying titles, including "Master," "Omniscient One," "His Omniscience," "Overseer," or simply "Genius," among others.
Age: 483. After discovering the secret to biological immortality at the age of 40, he has not physically aged a year.
Birthday: September 3, 1976 (for the record, his birthday falling on this year was a happy coincidence)
Race: Caucasian, little else is known. Clearly European; most have assumed German blood.
Hair: Nearly bald--only a thin ring of white hair remains.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 pounds. Little muscle.
He's rather pale. Suffers a bit from photophobia (sensitivity to light) and thus wears black, round sunglasses constantly. Rumors claim he may have albinism, but these have yet to be confirmed.

Occupation: Overseer of the Community of Elites, and Prophet of Xaheros to the Primitives. As Overseer, he has absolute dictatorial power over the Elites. Disobedience is extremely rare, but harsh measures are in place for those who do. The Elites generally revere him to the point of near-worship.
Relationship status: Single. However he is capable of bringing any female Elite to bed with him by way of decree. Most are quite happy to oblige.
Family: Reportedly none survived the War. His insane lackey, Amos, does not seem to be related to him. He does not discuss his family and is never asked about it.
Closest friends: The Genius prefers isolation. He is quite courteous to his Elites, especially given his position of absolute power, but he does not develop friendships with any of them.

Hobbies/interests: His thirst for knowledge is unmatched. Science is his true passion. His specialty is in biochemistry, but he is excellent in most other scientific fields. Rarely is he seen outside of his laboratory or scientific laboratory, except to check on the Community or to engage in his nightly *ahem* activities.

Why he blatantly lies to the Primitives about Xaheros is unknown. In fact, the motives behind most of his actions are unknown, except for his desire to increase the number of Elites.

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What I've learned lately:

This world is full of pain. There isn't always an easy way out of the pain. Some pain might be impossible to escape or forget. Sometimes we can only distract ourselves from the pain.

Sometimes...those distractions are totally and utterly awesome, and totally worth it. It's distractions like these that get me through the pain, the real serious kind and the stupid teenager kind.

Thanks, distractions. Keep coming.

The Altar: Character Profile: Ralis

Full Name: Ralis Westen (RALL (as in rally)-iss WEST-en)
Age: 19
Birthday: July 11, 2440
Race: 40% white (English mostly), 40% Hispanic, 20% Native American
Hair: Jet-black, medium-length, relatively clean but unkempt.
Height: 6'
Weight: 183 pounds
His legs bear several scars of varying origins. No athletic training, but bears the prodigious natural athleticism of a hunter. Very dark skin--the Native American blood is abnormally prominent. Dark brown, very serious eyes. Natural facial expression appears thoughtful and somber, maybe a little angry. Smiles rarely; when he does, it brings calm on all those around him.

Occupation: hunter/gatherer for his village, found in central Pennsylvania.
Relationship status: Single. Has dated two girls.
Family: younger sister Sona (age 13), younger brother Amon (age 8). Mother: Rilia Smith Westen. Father died of radiation poisoning when Ralis was four.
Closest friends: Avon Thiron (AY-von THIR (th as in thick)-on) (male), age 19, fellow hunter-gatherer. Close friends since childhood.
Seraea Hyatha (ser-AY-uh hi-ATH-uh), age 18. Exceptionally beautiful, and Ralis's crush. (May be profiled later.)

Hobbies: Has a deep love of reading. Often plays simple sports with his friends.

Does not buy into the doctrine of Xaheros, but has no means to prove its falsehood. Hates the idea of ritual sacrifice. Longs to improve the wretched conditions of the Primitives and bring the world back to its antebellum state. Has a history of disrespecting authority; his back bears a few scars from whips for this reason.