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#0121 - Professor Edison Radiant

32 - Demiboy (He/Him) - Elementalite - Phonian

File Rating - B

Home Floor - 999 (The Library of Babirusa)

Edison is often seen as the writhing, beating heart of The Archive itself. He's a kind soul, always eager to help, devoted to always helping even the most reluctant of Denizens, and puts the fawn in "fawn response". And while he may be our biggest security liability, Prof. Radiant is an irreplaceable member of our staff, both because of his dedication to work 48 hour shifts on 3 hours of sleep, and because we would legitimately be unable to fully power our facility if it wasn't for him being made of electricity.

You would assume all the acclaim for his work ethic would lead to actually working with him to be a breeze, but the way he does quite literally everything in his life is... scatterbrained at best, he has a very difficult time keeping a coherent focus on what hes doing for longer than 5 minutes, unless devoting every ounce of brain power to it- sometimes literally, do not ask me how many electric fires this man has caused.

While he may be a bit of a loser and a pushover, he is still honestly your best option if you ever need help from someone working at The Archive (and Aurmec isn't available). He knows his way around this place better than even I do, and has books about just about anything you could possibly need help with in his office. Just- for god's sake don't go in the back room.

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Excess Info:

D.O.B. - 8/02/1752

Height - 7'9''ft / 236cm

Weight - 130lbs / 59kg

Hair/Fur - Bright yellow and bioluminescent when fully charged, his true fur color is actually a pale desaturated blue

Eye Color - His eye is actually a complex prosthetic, he has several he swaps through all with separate eye colors

Distinct Traits - When charged his hair is styled like a large lightning bolt (ponytail included), has a strange shaped tail that becomes more bolt-shaped when agitated, has small round reading glasses, a bolt-shaped blue/orange tie, and always wears rubber gloves to prevent accidental shocks

Notable Abilities - Extremely powerful electrokinesis that he often loses control of, and not much else.

Soul - Periwinkle (Desperation)

Death Count - ██,███

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#0032 - Peter Valentineo

201 - Male (He/They) - Cupid - Overveilan

File Rating - B

Home Floor - 055 (The Local Theatre)

The direct descendant of the King of Valentine's Day, Peter tends to be described as a bit of a heartthrob, he's known to be very sweet to anybody he meets- but also has a tendency to be just a little bit overdramatic, but as a "man of the arts" this isn't exactly unexpected.

His tall stature and kind nature has given them the reputation of being a gentle giant of sorts, as well as being renowned for hosting elaborate live shows and plays in the theater of his home floor where he often has the starring role, and will let anyone else on stage to perform to their hearts content with him... hell, he's even roped me into it a few times, he's, very persuasive. They have a big heart and is willing to let in just about anybody if they need it, but at the same always remains wary at those they don't immediately trust, but never seems to turn them away regardless. They are one of those people who always seem to know everybody and that everybody knows them back, and naturally has a knack for the interpersonal side of things. If you've ever got any sort of issue with somebody, Peter is honestly a great person to go to if you can.

They might be soft, but they're anything but a pushover, so as long as you stay in their good graces you should be fine with them. And luckily for you, especially if you're the type to even read these files this far in, this should be fairly easy. heh.

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Excess Info:

D.O.B. - 6/02

Height - 9'4''ft / 287cm

Weight - 210lbs / 95.3kg

Hair/Fur - Hair is indescribably dense and very large mass of thick orange curls

Eye Color - White

Song - Vibraphone

Distinct Traits - If Peter is not wearing long enough sleeves his arms cease to exist entirely and he will be unable to use them at all, his eyelids are completely transparent, his eyes, mouth, and for some reason even his nipples appear completely white and glow in the dark at all times, and his wings are stunted like his father's and cannot sustain long strenuous flights

Notable Abilities - Capable of vaguely reading people's intentions by seeing through to another's Soul without permission, teleportation, telekinesis

Soul - Goldenrod (Compassion)

Death Count - 328

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If our estimates are correct, there are at least a few planets out there in reality with access to our database who have just celebrated new years, and we here at The Archive hope that whatever coming year it may be for you now will be a good one. The world out there may be a scary place but don't let it get the best of you if you can help it, and of course, stay safe out there!

- Rito Kusatta

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Floor 704 - "Antennas to Heaven"

Rating - Level 5 - Hazard

Scrapscrapers are the only entities that originate from this floor, but other kinds are known to come and go

Denizen ID #1000 resides here

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Floor 704, referred to ominously as "Antennas to Heaven", is a floor comprised of a large, barren landscape. It resembles a flat grassland-esque area with no other flora besides black grass, black soil, and black trees that all appear to be petrified and devoid of any life, the possible species of these trees has yet to be determined. The sky is a solid red color and it is presumed that there is no day-night cycle as a sun nor a moon is ever present, and despite how bright the sky appears the land below is always shrouded in mild darkness, often described to be similar in visibility to a clear night with a full moon. There are no notable changes in elevation in this field besides some small hills and long dips in the ground that vary from abandoned wartime trenches to dried out riverbeds reclaimed by the grass, although it is worth noting that no fresh water exists on this floor. Far out at the surrounding edges of the landscape the ground suddenly drops off into an infinite ocean of an unknown liquid that strongly resembles blood visually, in taste, and consistency, it is a non-buoyant fluid (impossible to swim in) and fatal for denizens to consume.

Atop the grasslands there are some areas covered in different sheets of discarded scrap metal and even what seem to be fragments of destroyed buildings scattered across the landscape, from anywhere to errant roofing tiles to entire sections of apartment buildings, and everywhere in these areas are populated by this floor's namesake, Entity #3 (Scrapscrapers), who are extremely dangerous to encounter unprepared. The more metal or smaller traveling entities that are located in an area, the more Scrapscrapers will be present.

Near what is believed to roughly be the center of the floor there is the ruins of a decimated city, the majority of the buildings are reduced to rubble aside from a single fully intact convenience store, which has potential to take you to floor 711 just like any other one of course. And across the street from that there is a tall building constructed out of the corpse of a fallen Scrapscraper slain by Denizen #1000, and currently exists as his living quarters. So long as you don't agitate him this area exists as the safest place on this floor since Scrapscrapers seem to steer clear of it, other entities lingering on this floor do not though, so be careful.

It's recommended you don't traverse floor 704 unless you absolutely know what you're doing or are with somebody who does, if you do decide to make the journey out though this floor contains plenty of useful building materials, some of the abandoned apartment blocks have been known to even contain things such as beds and fridges if you're willing to take that risk. The aforementioned convenience store also seems to always be stocked with plenty of food if you're willing to make the trek way out there. This floor is also one of the few to have a reliable wi-fi connection, although it's an extremely risky one because it seems to be coming from the towers on the backs of the Scrapscrapers themselves, and has been known to draw them towards the location of the device connecting to the signal, unless you're in desperate need of help, please refrain from using any electronic devices outside the safe area in the city for anything more than a light source.

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Pervasive Floor Phenomena:

TBA

Tips:

Avoid large open areas as much as possible, staying low is safest

Stay out of the spotlights of the Scrapscrapers no matter what

Travel with a group if you can, 3 or more is prefferable

DO NOT bring ID #0666 with you on this floor

If you plan to bring larger items back with you, taking a mode of transport for them is safer than carrying on foot

Bring a weapon if possible to have a counter for a smaller entity attacking you just in case

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#1000 - Vermin Oneric

2112 - Unspecified (He/It/Any) - Hyumonster (Satyr) - Phonian

File Rating - S

Home Floor - 704 "Antennas to Heaven"

Vermin Oneric [oh-nahy-rik], sometimes referred to as "V-One", is for all intents and purposes, a complete menace.

He's fussy and uncooperative with The Archive at the best of times, actively hunts down LEDAXT members for fun and to steal supplies from them, and is generally described with very "colorful" terminology by anyone else who meets him. Its a sleazy, impulsive, destructive pantsless lunatic who's never seen without its two pistols "Lucy" and "Leon" who are always, due to the aforementioned lack of pants, holstered in its underwear, or are being used to open fire on whatever it pleases. Vermin's preferred way of either solving problems or starting them never fails to involve the muzzle of a gun pointed somewhere that it definitely shouldn't be.

Vermin has earned her status among denizens well, as a hybrid of this nature, she has the incredible physical endurance and strength of a human combined with the unique physical anatomy and powerful magic of a monster, making her truly a force to be reckoned with when shes going all out. Even being the only denizen known to have ever taken down a living Scrapscraper, which she takes great pride in, and even still reportedly lives in what remains of its corpse to this day.

If you're currently reading this entry in an effort to find some way to get out of an ongoing fight with them alive, we really don't know what to tell you, except to please check in with The Archive as soon as you can to make sure we update the death count on your file once you're done.

[NOTE: DO NOT make ANY attempts to separate #1000 from #0666 under any circumstances, nor should you try to intentionally bring the two into contact, if you ever see them within proximity of eachother, leave the area or find shelter immediately.]

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Excess info:

D.O.B. - 8/06

Height - 6'6''ft (198.12 cm)

Weight - 115lbs (52.163kg)

Hair/Fur - White curly fur on torso, head and hands are very short slightly pink fur

Eye Color - Yellow sclera, black pupils

Song - Drum Kit

Distinct Traits - Has a large black scar across back, horns are visibly segmented and have a pink fade at the ends, has a small sheep-like tail, fur shows visible signs of matting in a few areas and looks poorly maintained, teeth are the same color as the eyes and tongue is forked.

Notable Abilities - Detecting and nullifying the magic abilities of others temporarily (note: only one at a time), hemokenisis, temporary intangibility, and physical elasticity

Soul - Dark Cyan (Violence)

Death Count - Unknown

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[We are aware of the current deficiencies with the current denizen file system and are currently busy working to improve them, with our file manager Eskobar overseeing the changes of course.]

[Update continues below.]

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[One of these improvements is a letter ranking system to help better identify the potential risks your fellow denizens may pose to you or the lack thereof- remember, always be careful of who you trust.]

[This new letter ranking system is as follows]:

D-rank - D rated Denizens are effectively just your average joe schmoe, they don't usually have powers, and if they do they usually aren't offensive, or are simply so impractical theres very little ways if any to be harmful. A good example of a D-rank denizen would be ID #2200

C-rank - C rated Denizens are much similar to D-rank however the biggest difference is they do have substantial abilities that could be harmful in the wrong hands, but thankfully C-rank denizens are typically the example of powers "in the right hands" so-to-say. A good example of a C-rank denizen would be ID #0004

B-rank - B rated Denizens are basically the "middle of the road" tier. They aren't exactly harmless, but they're not exactly dangerous either, it's difficult to explain, essentially another you know it when you see it type of situation. A good example of a B-rank denizen would be ID #0325

A-rank - A rated Denizens are those whose scale is tilted a bit more into the dangerous direction, whether this violence is intentional or not they are known to be unstable and have outbursts that may result in serious injury or even death, it's not recommended to bother them if you can help it. A good example of an A-rank denizen would be ID #0115

S-rank - S rated denizens are few and far between, but are a force to be reckoned with nonetheless. They're violent, destructive, and disregard any attempts to stop such behavior, either finding it fun or necessary or for other reasons. The ways to handle them are different for each individual, remain wary and on your toes. A good example of an S-rank Denizen would be ID #1000

U-rank - "U rank" is a very seldom given title, often reserved solely for those with deific powers, or those who have fragmented (fragmentation is further indicated by a ☥ symbol by the name.) It is highly ill advised to seek out anybody with this label unless you absolutely know what you're doing, or are operating under my orders. A good example of a (non-fragmented) U-rank denizen would be ID #4444

[The rest of these improvements are more minor things, including but not limited to]:

- Changed "Distinct Marks" into "Distinct Traits" to reflect its current usage

- Slightly more detailed descriptions for Hair and Fur besides just the color

- New description section for a denizen's Skin where applicable

- Mr. CocoCoolatta is working on new art for some of the more "scuffed" files that "look like shit"- its words not mine

- For Phonians only, adding the "Song" category to properly document the tune of applicable denizen's phonoglands

- Touching up some files with more lackluster descriptions where necessary

- Removing unsavory edits made by... "third parties" that will only remain visible to higher ups in The Archive

- Urging Professor Radiant to change his password so these edits stay private

[And one final note, my apologies for the radio silence lately and lack of updates to our database, things have been busy in our facilities lately and it's gotten in the way of proper procedures around here. But not to worry, I assure you this is only temporary, we will be back on our feet soon enough, so long as I have anything to say about it.]

Sincerely, Doctor Rito Kusatta

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Being hyperfixated on my own OC project means I sadly must do all the shitposting on my own

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#0808 - TraumaDear Empathetum

?? - Unlabeled and Sexless (It/They/He) - Monster - Phonian

File Rating - C-rank

Home Floor - Floor 108 "White Gardens"

TraumaDear is a very enigmatic denizen that none of us really know much about, it's mute and only communicates through writing or manipulating audio sources such as radios, speak-n-spells, or the elevator itself. They always speak of themselves in third person and any communication may be seen as a bit juvenile to some, as they seem to struggle forming complex sentences or communicating any of their own emotions easily. A psych evaluation was performed to try and gauge the possible source of this and did diagnose TraumaDear with autism spectrum disorder. There's nothing special requested by TraumaDear for people to do to accommodate him aside from just patience and kindness, stating he is an adult who can handle himself, but just needs a little help sometimes. It has been noted though that bright and/or flashing lights, plus loud and/or high pitched noises do cause TraumaDear noticeable distress, please be mindful of this and treat him with care if something happens.

Speaking of care, TraumaDear is known to be incredibly sweet and kind to others at every possible opportunity, even if they don't offer it the same in return, to an extent that it could even be considered stubborn sometimes. It seems to sense how people feel by reading their minds, and is drawn especially to people who are experiencing exceptional levels of distress or despair, doing whatever is in its power to help them feel better even if its only for a few moments, its favorite way to do this is by giving away flowers it picked from its home floor. Their favorite phrase to say to anybody whenever able to communicate it is "TraumaDear loves you."

Overall, TraumaDear is a genuine delight to have around on the elevator, be sure to always keep a little something with you as a gift for them just in case, I'm sure it would make his day.

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Excess info:

D.O.B. - 03/21

Height - 8'8’‘ft / 264.16 cm

Weight - 173lbs / 78.5kg

Skin - Entirely pitch black, except for a white face and red heart marking on chest.

Eye Color - Black

Song - Monophonic Synth

Distinct Traits - Has a dark black crack under his right eye, right eye does not move in sync with the left and seems to be almost blind on that side

Notable Abilities - Manipulation of any audio transmitting devices, psychic abilities with an unknown extent (is currently known to be capable of mind reading and some telekinesis.)

Soul - White (Love)

Death Count - 3,005

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Floor 666

Rating - Insuperable

There are no known entities that originate on this floor

No known denizens have been reported to have Floor 001 as their Home Floor as of ██/██/████

Description - Floor 666 is a currently inaccessible floor with a completely unknown layout and unknown properties, all that is fully known about it is that its seemingly nothing but a strange void separated from the actual void by the sheer emptiness of it, while the true void of The Outer Bounds that is often brought up is comprised of indecipherable colors, this one is truly pitch black in every perceivable way.

The few existing testimonies of those who witnessed this floor report an overwhelming sense of fear and dread upon the doors opening and decided not to tread further, some even reporting a glimpse of a single red eye from somewhere within the darkness before the doors closed. Nowadays though whenever the elevator arrives to this floor it is met with a cacophony of slamming as well as what sounds like chains seemingly keeping the doors shut.

We are still sending in operatives to try and figure out a way to breach this blockade and re-enter the floor for research purposes, more updates are to come about this floor if and when this is successful.

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"I cannot BELIEVE how fucking braindead you people have to be to keep trying to send people here, do you not realize that XEY KNOW BY NOW?? The Adversary is keeping operatives away ON PURPOSE so that we can't find out what xey really are, and because xey know you people wont FUCKING LISTEN TO ME. Did you really forget why I stopped doing expeditions that easily Rito? Or are you just trying to hide something, or is it the copious levels of straight fucking whiskey making you into nothing but a brainless furball with a shiny little doctorate in being a good for nothing SHITSTAIN. You're lucky that I'm so deeply flawed to still pity you enough to work at this place for nothing but fucking vending machine snacks and a slap across the ass every time I bring up any concerns. Fuck you, FUCK all of you. I'm using my vacation days starting now, Tropicarl can cover for me, I'll see you assholes later.

#0333 - Eskobar Estellio"

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#0115 - Juggalogo Jackerbox

4,380 - Neutrois (Honk/Honkself) - Clown (Juggalo) - Exiled

File Rating - A

Home Floor - 888 (The Circus)

Juggalogo is, even when looking past honks well known history of terrorism, not exactly the most pleasant clown you could hope to meet.

Vulgar, cruel, abrasive, and an anger fueled childish brute, honk is a force to be reckoned with if you end up on the wrong end of honks butcher-hatchet, which is not a hard thing to do. Honk is known to be pretty antisocial, but is surprisingly receptive to any sort of small kindnesses like gifts or sharing food... although this goes the same for anything seen to be an intentional slight against honk- wether it truly was or not. Honk has an impossible to predict temper, and absolutely will hack somebody into several pieces over the smallest things. Even just things like being a human, or saying honk smells bad, or just looking at honk funny, etcetera.

The only thing that seems to reel honk in however would be the prescense of Denizen #0008, the two are almost always seen together and even were apparently roommates prior to arriving here. It's unclear how this relationship was even fostered let alone remains in such a strong state, but regardless, its ill advised to be around Juggalogo without it around, however rare of an occasion that might be.

Juggalogo has a well known reputation back in reality, and while honk is one of the few denizens known to be potentially capable of returning to reality at will, in a rare moment of clarity stated honk would "rather die again then fuckin' go back to that festering shithole." And deep down seems to be wishing to leave honks checkered past behind to go back to just being a simple juggling Clown... But honk clearly still has a long LONG way to go with this recovery.

If you ever hear the jingle of a bell nearby accompanied by giggling, be on your toes.

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D.O.B. - 01/15/1619

Height - 8'8''ft / 264.16 cm

Weight - 350lbs / 158.76kg

Hair/Fur - Frizzy, greasy, and black. Roughly waist-length.

Skin - Pale whitish-grey skin

Eye Color - Red pupils, Neon yellow sclera

Distinct Traits - Black face markings and nose, entire body is covered in faintly olive-colored scars in varied stages of healing, the most distinct scar being a medium sized branding on the left shoulder blade in the shape of a barcode.

Notable Abilities - Able to glide short distances and jump higher with aid of honks wings, Mild shapeshifting, Hemokinesis, ████ ██████, ████████, and likely more.

Soul - Unknown

Death Count - 12

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[Interview log]

Topic: ID #0008's past prior to entering The Outer Bounds

Subjects involved: Prof. Radiant (Interviewer) and #0008 (Interviewee) (Note: Prof. Radiant's stutter has been written out of this transcription for ease of accessibility for readers)

[Begin log]

R: "Good morning Mr. CoLatta! How are you doing today?"

#0008: "Ehh I'm doin' fine, same old same old. How about you?"

R: "Oh!" [chuckles] "Yes, yes I'm doing quite alright as well."

R: "I'm sure you already understand the gist of this by now, I'm just going to ask you some simple questions and document your responses, these all should be very easy and you are free to respond in any way you wish so long as it is on topic, okay?"

[#0008 Nods in response]

R: "Alright! So, first question. Can you list off for me the five basics about yourself?"

(Authors Note: "the five basics" are name, age, birthday, gender, and origin, we ask this at the beginning of every interview as a safety precaution.)

#0008: "Yeah sure, my name is Tropicarl Coco-CoLatta, I was 18 years old when I lost track, my birthday is- was August 22nd, I was born a woman but no longer identify as one, and I was a Phonian citizen for my whole life."

R: "Mm yes, and what year were you born?"

#0008: "2006."

[Prof. Radiant pauses and looks at #0008 confused for a moment, before writing down its response]

R: "...Okay, and roughly when do you recall entering the Outer Bounds?"

#0008: "Ahh jeez... I wanna say it was around 20██? I'd been stuck at home for a long time by then so my memory is a bit fuzzy."

R: "Stuck at home? Did something happen, or was this by choice?"

#0008: "Eugh yeah no not my choice, there was some sorta huge virus outbreak so I got stuck all by myself at home with my roommate, I think it was called ██████████? And I mean I still went outside in my yard every now and then to get some sun but that was kinda it. One day I got ready to go do that but when I opened my door it just... wasn't my yard anymore, and that's how I'd ended up here."

R: "...Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that. Did- Did your entire house really slip through?"

#0008: "Yeah my house is still exactly the same as it was the day I got here, well, I mean ya'know what I mean. It's the same house, not a copy. Hell, Juggs didn't even know it'd happened since honk was dead asleep on the lazy boy through the whole thing."

R: "Wow, that's probably the smoothest transition we've heard about so far." [Chuckles]

R: "Since you just mentioned Juggalogo though... would you mind if I ask a few questions about honk as well?"

#0008: "Not at all Rads, hit me with it."

R: "Good, good. Now, did you ever happen to notice any strange metaphysical behaviors from honk during your time in reality? Like, had honk ever seemed particularly detached from the world in strange ways, or vanishing for long periods of time through impossible exits, things of that nature?"

#0008: "Hmm... Well, now that you mention it, honk did sometimes do stuff sorta like that? Like, honk would tell me that honk was headed out and then would just turn the corner and POOF! Not a trace, like honk was never there at all. Then a few hours or days later honk would just be there on the couch again, it was weird but I never asked about it."

[Prof. Radiant pauses for a moment failing to hide his disbelief, before clearing his throat and continuing]

R: "I... uhm, okay- do you... even know where Juggalogo came from? At all?"

#0008: "Nope, not at all, I met honk in a Taco Ball parking lot, got honk and I each one'a those beefy 5-layer burritos to be nice and we split an edible and we've been friends ever since."

R: "Do you know... what Juggalogo is?"

#0008: "Isn't honk just another monster? I dunno I've only read a few of those denizen files Eskobar wrote up"

R: "Okay... backtracking now. Are you aware of the planet J-Sibler?"

#0008: "Yeah, that little tennis ball looking one just past the suns right?"

R: "Yes correct, and good to hear there were two suns for you as well. Were you aware of any alien life present on that planet?"

#0008: "Well I mean I was always one of those people who had their theories, but nothing was 'scientifically' confirmed or whatever."

R: "...Ah. Have you... ever met any aliens- hey, don't smirk at me like that, you know Ick doesn't count."

#0008: "Eheh, yeah no never had until I got here, to my knowledge anyway."

R: "Seriously??- I- sorry, okay. Backtracking further, how many continents were there?"

#0008: "Six."

R: "What color was the atmosphere?"

#0008: "It was... blue?"

R: "Do you recognize what this is?"

[Radiant, getting increasingly stressed, proceeds to hold up a photograph of himself next to a typical Phonian cargo ship, something every citizen on the surface has seen at least once]

#0008: "Is that you next to some huge spaceship?? Where the hell did that come from, were you in a movie or something? I would've thought you were way too dorky for tha-"

[Radiant ditches the photo and grabs #0008 by the shoulders]

R: "WHAT HAPPENED IN PHONIAN HISTORY ON DECEMBER 31ST 1999 THROUGH TO JANUARY 1ST??"

#0008: "I DONT KNOW DUDE- A BOMB ASS NEW YEARS PARTY??"

[Radiant lets go and pauses to breathe for a minute and lets off some visible electricity into the air around him to calm down, causing a slight audio distortion for a few seconds]

R: "I- sorry- I apologize for yelling, I need to... go call Dr. Kusatta, you are free to go Tropicarl."

[#0008, visibly shaken from the outburst, silently nods and leaves the room. Followed soon after by Prof. Radiant.]

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#0008 - Tropicarl Coco-CoLatta

18 - Genderfluid (It/Its) - Monster - Phonian(?)

File Rating - B

Home Floor - 214 (Familiar Home)

Tropicarl is... definitely one of the more "out there" denizens we currently have on file, and is also (technically) the youngest member of The Archive's staff team.

It works as an artist for us, from things like our uniform logo, to even the illustrations in these files- including the one you see here of itself. And it has been responsible for a lot of our earlier discoveries as well, even things like the possibility of traversing floors without the elevator.

A strange thing about Tropicarl though, is it seems to show signs of somehow originally being from a completely different timeline from our own. It claims to have been born in the year 2006 and arrived here in the year 2███ despite this being logistically impossible as a lifelong Phonian citizen, and it has relayed info about experiencing historical events that have never occurred, locations and continents that no longer exist or that do exist but it claims the opposite, and most damningly it denies being aware of the existence of some of the most important events in Phonian history- even including The Great Collapse. We currently have no further info on how this is possible, and further research on Tropicarl's past has been put on pause due to orders to focus our resources elsewhere for now.

Other than also being strangely resilient to psychic abilities, not much is very clear or well known about it, Tropicarl is a pretty closed off guy who doesn't really like to open up to anybody, but even despite this and it seeming grumpy all the time it does enjoy being around other people and tries to be as friendly and cordial as it can, even if its often under layers of snark and sassy attitude.

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Excess Info:

D.O.B. - 08/22/2006

Height - 6'3'' ft / 190.5 cm

Weight - 234lbs / 106.5kg

Hair/Fur - Light brown

Eye Color - Black pupils, yellow-ish sclera

Song - Tenor Trombone

Distinct Traits - Prominent eye bags, brown skin discoloration visible underneath chest, faded self inflicted scars on the upper thighs, and signature "squiggle mouth" that remains visible from behind

Notable Abilities - Has shown an unclear number of magic abilities specifically around manipulating the bodies or behaviors of others, has also demonstrated rare use of heliokinesis, and seems to be capable of completely nullifying the psychic abilities of others either at will or passively. The full extent of this denizen's abilities are still currently unknown.

Soul - Magenta (Perseverance)

Death Count - 1,826

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#0201 - Janitor Ick

325 - Sexless (He/Him) - Irken (species) - Irken (planet)

File Rating - B

Home Floor - 146 (Hydroponic Hell)

Ick is a gruff and grumpy shortstack who's most often seen wandering from floor to floor with his janitor cart trying his best to clean up and keep things tidy as possible, if asked why, his response is always simply "If I ain't gonna do it who the hell will?" He usually prefers not to interact with anybody that comes by unless they speak to him first- or just to warn them of a spot he just mopped up.

According to himself, he used to be a very skilled member of the Irken military before sustaining a nearly-fatal injury that got him a medical discharge, and has left him still half blind and with a limp to this day. While he does enjoy telling stories about everything he's seen the rare times he's in the elevator, he's also said he feels deeply regretful for it all now that he's had the time to unlearn a lot of the xenophobic rhetoric the Irken Empire taught him. He's even recently been given a new uniform on behalf of The Archive at his request to further distance himself from that era of his life, and in exchange he lets us call him in anytime we need to clean up any of the messes that happen in our facilities.

Overall, Ick is just a pretty alright guy, he's been here for so long that he prefers to travel floors the old fashioned way, so as stated above he doesn't come on the elevator too often. If you ever see a magenta glow in the dark somewheres on your travels, theres no need to be alarmed, it's just Ick.

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Excess Info:

D.O.B. - 08/23/1███

Height - 3'2 ft / 96.52 cm

Weight - 203lbs / 92kg

Skin - Pale green

Eye Color - Neon magenta

Distinct Traits - Large scar with sutures over his right eye around to the back of his head, Right leg is visibly crooked at certain angles and has another scar from his foot up across the knee and up to the thigh

Notable Abilities - No magic abilities, only the physical abilities typical for his species, such as incredible physical strength and the various gadgets inside his PAK

Soul - Turquoise (Empathy)

Death Count - 3,436

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#0004 Aurmec Aurmas

153 - Male (He/Him) - Monster - Phonian

Home Floor - 056 (Dark forest)

Aurmec is a very friendly and eccentric older fella who's been here for MUCH longer than most of us at The Archive have even been alive, and as such has been an invaluable asset for documenting some of what goes on in around here, especially earlier on in our operations. In the past, Aurmec was once a highly respected diplomat between the kings of Vozharknagia after retiring his service from the war due to a leg injury, but one day, he caught a snag in his career and ended up slipping out of reality into The Outer Bounds.

Nowadays hes taken up residence in the Lobby and tries his best to help new denizens understand the state of what they've fallen into and make sure they navigate things safely, he also helps us collect info about some floors for The Archive thanks to his unique circumstances having completely removed his fear of death which is very useful for documentation. Aurmec has also been surprisingly helpful in figuring out what types of anomalies are safe to be hunted and eaten... although between you and me, he isn't exactly the greatest chef in the world, but you didn't hear that from me.

While he's known to be incredibly stubborn and has a short temper when under too much pressure, this is thankfully outweighed by his gentle nature and the overall kind and fatherly aura around him, this combined with his constant need to help everybody often leading to other denizens younger than him affectionately referring to him as "Mister Aurmas." Overall Aurmec is always just a refreshing friendly face to see every now and then in this place, don't be afraid to say hello if you ever see him, he's always more than glad to offer you some help or just a friendly conversation.

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Excess Info:

D.O.B. - 4/21/1███

Height - 6'2 ft / 187.96 cm

Weight - 200lbs / 91kg

Hair/Fur - None, he's bald

Eye Color - Left eye Orange, Right eye Blue

Song - Harpsichord

Distinct Traits - Entire body is split colored with his left being blue and his right being orange, eyes and teeth glow in the dark, very large and deep scar across entire torso, with other smaller scars around the rest of his body of varying age as well

Notable Abilities - Has seldom used yet powerful dendrokinetic abilities, but leans more into his astounding physical strength, with his weaker leg properly supported the heaviest object he's ever been recorded lifting was nearly 800 pounds

Soul - Bravery (Orange)

Death Count - Unknown