<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br/><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br/><br/>Jack snorted at George. "Psh. Record. That's a load of old pony. I killed the brides of Dracula, you know that, right? You'd be bloody well livin' life in a vampiric wasteland were it not fer me sortin' it. Too bad I didn't lay me 'ands on Dracula, the berk. Scuppered off to Europe." She grumbled, then eyed Gavin as he got praise. The half-vampire rolled her eyes and thumbed over at him, "'im you praise? The berk was bloomin' asleep fer most of his life! I been huntin' me own kind fer a 'undred years while pops was snoozin'! Fighitn' a damned war against evil meself while you lot were in diapers an' I kept it more or less quiet."<br/><br/>She folded her arms and tapped her foot, slightly irritated. She mumbled something about Arthur Conan Doyle, a pint, and the French. She always hated how people looked at her as a vampire first and a hero - and a person - second. They'd probably never given it much though. She'd never asked to become a 'creature of darkness'. She was born that way and had been robbed of everything she loved at an early age. Her life had been dedicated to fighting against the supernatural creatures that terrorized London from the shadows. Yet, she was still just thought of as a vampire, a murderer, as evil.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Robot8_zpsad36b2a6.jpg)</div><strong>Governess</strong><br/><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br/><br/>Governess was not, as George might have believed, linked to the display. Elizabeth was a closed system. She couldn't wirelessly interact with anything. Though she could interface with electronics by plugging herself into them, it was something she'd only do when absolutely necessary and with the utmost caution. Her creators designed her to be as invasion proof as possible. They didn't want anyone interfering with their expensive toy. Were Governess to interface with anything she'd take further precautions and lock off sections of her programming so if she did get infected, it would only corrupt a part of her and not the whole.<br/><br/>Should worse somehow come to worse, though, she did have a built-in code phrase that would trigger her self-destruct. It would explode her core and purge all data from her systems. The phrase was known by a select few; St. George, a couple of the higher-ups, and the lead technician who'd programmed her.