"Author"'s Note: This chapter has been rewritten at the request of DT3.
XIII
Felix Alexander Carter was a man who always put logic over emotions.
He demonstrated that trait many times through out his life. From the moments where he would have to kill a few to save many. To the moments where he would kill for the sake of science.
Even times where many people would break, he stayed firm to his beliefs.
Even when his younger brothers were at stake.
Yes, it was that cruel day. The day when they discovered the darker secrets of the Factory. Marshall and Dawkins said that they should sell the objects to the highest bidder.
And when Felix tried to convince them otherwise, the two brothers threatened to leave.
But Felix did not cave in, he stayed by his commanding officer's side. Even when he saw his brothers walking into the distance, into the Dark.
...
That was a long time ago, and besides his beard getting white, Felix's appearance did not change. He was still bald, and he still wore glasses.
Many did not know about him. Or, to put it more specifically, no one seemed to remember.
Titles passed left and right. The Other one, Death, The Other overseer.
But that didn't really matter.
If being forgotten was the price he had to pay for long-term justice, so be it.
He was The Underseer.
XII
Omar Christen Ulawe was a brilliant individual.
Everything he did was precise, calculated.
From the steps of his shoes, to the blinking of his eyes, he made sure that everything was timed accordingly.
He often wondered what it was like to be unlike himself. Not knowing what was coming next, not being able to see the patterns of the airflow.
It scared him to say the least.
But he supposed that being smart had its cons. It would often drive him mad, seeing people bake pie's that weren't shaped perfectly.
What also drove him mad, was the concept of faith.
It confused him immensely. When Robert had left everyone in search of this mysterious "Broken God" as he called it, despite having no proof of such a being existing.
Then again, he never really understood the chaplain in the first place. Always chanting, always encouraging others.
...
At the end of the day, Christen was still just an african wearing expensive clothing.
If not being able to understand others was the price for his current situation, so be it.
He was The Accountant.
XI
Samantha Katrine Biel was a white-ish, black-ish, asian-ish man...woman...
It was very hard to tell for people other than her colleagues. All people knew was that she was attractive no matter what form she took.
...and that scar on her left temple...
Nobody questioned what her past was, because her answers always contradicted one another.
Except for Smith, he was always questioning her, and he never stopped no matter how many half truths she gave him.
It was oddly amusing.
And in the end, she convinced him to tell the president that the Factory was destroyed.
Unlike her other lies, it was difficult to convince Smith, and she still couldn't stop him from returning to the F.B.I.
...
It's not so bad she supposed, they were back in contact.
Nowdays, Smith always said "Hey Skipper!" when calling.
Other than that, very little had changed from the time they were apart.
Not being able to delegate from her duties made her sad, but if doing her job was the price for talking to him at all, so be it.
She was The Liar.
X
Diane Carol Walters was an inquisitive woman, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.
Ofcourse she had her limits, and lines that she wouldn't cross.
After all, life wasn't that interesting. Everything was predictable, even more so when combined with her photographic memory.
...
That was until she and her friends discovered the Factory.
The Factory was filled with wondrous things. Things that even Christen claimed to be impossible.
When she saw the Factory's anomalies, something changed within her. A brand new world had opened up in her eyes.
This new world was filled with the unknown, endless amounts of it. And Diane would get that information no matter the cost.
People no longer mattered, they were just fodder to see what would happen. She would pin down the data, and rip it open to see what is deep within.
Perhaps she would see things that were better left forgotten, but if that was the price for satisfying her thirst for knowledge, so be it.
She was The Archivist.
IX
Donna Whetu Taylor was a kind individual.
Although her early life was very tough, she found herself at home within the Young Foundation.
Her friends were good people, and supported her in the scientific studies.
...
But they changed after that cruel day. When the Fairies attacked.
Aaron had displayed an act of cruelty she had never seen before. Murdering the fairies as slow and as painfully as he could.
But she did not see any Schadenfreude in his eyes, instead there was only hatred. Hatred for those winged figures that vaguely resembled young women.
Though she did not question Aaron's actions, she could not let him murder this child.
Jean and Mortimer restrained his arms, and Donna knocked him out. The young fae-ling escaped.
When Aaron woke up, it seemed he returned to normal. But his hatred soon returned.
It was when they built their new Foundation, she realized, her friends were going insane.
They slowly lost their understanding of "Normal" and started acting aloof.
But she wouldn't join their insanity, she would be the single sane person in an insane world.
Her friends considered her to be the strangest among them, but if that was the price for retaining normalcy, so be it.
She was The Outsider.
VIII
Baron Alfred Hoadley was an unstable and volatile individual.
When the Factory was abandoned and the new site was built, his financial power became his power over the entire council.
That was until his idiot brother had to go and die. Ever since that happened, the company disappeared.
With the company gone, Baron was unable to maintain his budget, and he was losing his power to Valerie very quickly.
He thought fast, and hid inside his metal fortress. Using whatever power he had left to inject anomalies into his body.
His hands became claws. His mustache became mandibles. His skin became a hard purple carapace.
Now, he thought, the other council members wouldn't be able to kill him.
...
They never wanted to kill him in the first place.
He was stupid, so stupid. How could he have misplaced his faith in his friends so much?
Though his influence was non-existent now, his tentacles still held his vote close and tight.
And with his vote, (and paranoia) he would ensure his friends would not die.
If being weak was the price for protecting everyone, so be it.
He was The Lesser.
VII
Valerie Quinn St. John was...terrifying.
She'd been with the military her whole life, many people supposed that helped develop her sadistic personality.
She'd quickly usurped Baron as the defacto leader, and became one of most powerful individuals in the Foundation.
Now she could have her fun. No longer did she need to hold guns and charge into a warzone. She could make other people do that instead.
And to this day she still wore her favorite color, Green.
Ofcourse that committee would limit her fun, but that was okay.
She could find loopholes within the rules, and exploit them.
...
Valerie could play outside the Foundation aswell.
When "negotiating" with a group of interest, she could use her pet Jean to lure them in with his handsome face.
And when they got too close, she would snap the chamber doors shut.
Leaving only a little space open for Jean to get out, before closing the doors completely.
Unfortunately, she couldn't catch Jean himself, he was the same rank as her afterall.
She needed to wait for him to step in first.
But if that was the price for having fun, so be it.
She was The Flytrap.
VI
Rufus Seward King was patriotic, anomalously patriotic.
He became a general shortly after they left the Factory. And his authority only grew larger after that.
He was not good at being subtle, any Foundation sigils in his room were all replaced by that same Star-Sprangled Banner.
At one point he even held a seat at the Pentagon. But he left shortly after realizing that Bass was better suited for the United Nations.
...
It still broke his heart knowing that his country would never come to appreciate what the Foundation has done for it.
How many extraterrestrial threats that nearly destroyed the earth.
And how many men in orange jumpsuits (Unwillingly) gave their lives to save the world.
He knew that his homeland would only see these acts as cruel.
But if being despised by his country was the price for protecting it, so be it.
He was The American.
V
Mortimer Joseph Denning Von Kronecker was a jovial individual who never took things too seriously.
Even in the most grim times, he always thought that the overwhelming seriousness of the council was just a preposterous and detrimental joke.
Perhaps he was right, comic relief was an important element of staying calm. And he was likely the best at it.
...
One day, Mortimer came across a man that looked just like him.
That man told Motimer to follow, and so he did.
Then he found another person who looked just like him.
Then another one.
And another one.
And so on.
Eventually he was with thousands of people that looked like him.
Some wearing different clothes, some younger, some older.
Everyone held eachother's hands, and in a flash, everyone was gone.
Or perhaps they were all together? All the same person?
Mortimer could see his otherselves' worlds now, and even hop between them.
He enjoyed the conversations he had with his selves. They all shared his sentiment of the unnecessary seriousness of the council.
Mortimer's true form would never be the same, but if that was the price for being who he was, so be it.
He was The Blackbird.
IV
Jean Michael Ebrahimi always looked professional, but in reality he was the laziest in the council.
Despite how well-spoken and well-educated he seemed to be, Jean had no interest in managing an organization like the Foundation.
Known for delegating his duties on a daily basis, he made sure to have as little responsibility as possible.
That didn't mean he was incompetent, even if he was lazy, he was still an overseer.
...
Ever since he joined however, he always found himself agreeing with Valerie's opinions no matter what.
He didn't know why, perhaps it was because she scared him more than anyone in the council.
Or perhaps it was something else?
Before he knew it, he had become Valerie's pet. Doing nearly anything she asked.
And what he did most of the time, was what he did best.
Acting.
With his skill he lured people into Valerie's death/life traps. And always saw the look of betrayal on their faces.
Those faces would give him nightmares.
But if that was the price for not needing to work, so be it.
He was The Ambassador.
III
Hyun-Ki was a mysterious child.
Not many knew about what kind of trauma he went through that made him abandon his old parents, and finding new ones.
But regardless, it seemed he was happy being in the care of the first two overseers.
They seemed to care for him better than his original parents did.
...
But then there was the decision.
They were getting closer to finishing this machine, "The All-Seeing Eye" they called it.
The problem was that the machine needed someone to control it.
Forever.
And the only person who volunteered was Hyun.
His parents objected constantly, but Hyun knew it would make them happy in the long run.
So, after many farewells, his parents started the procedure.
First, came the wires. They dug into his back, into his shoulders.
Then came the connection.
A snip to his spinal cord, then he was placed into the glass jar.
He could see the tears in his parent's eyes.
He gave them a gentle smile. Even till the moment the fluid would have drowned him.
...
He was now comparable to a machine, not being able to move, only seeing through machinery.
He would never hug his parents ever again.
But if that was the price for having a clear mind, so be it.
He was The Kid.
II
Jesu Sophia Light was not fond of religions.
Not since that time she got crucified and nearly bled to death.
She would need to wear black gloves to cover the holes in her arms.
Still, she was glad that Aaron was there to save her when he did.
And he kept saving her, not just from the cross, but from the fairies aswell.
It was time that she would save him instead. Save him from himself.
...
But she needed to save the anomalies aswell.
In the time that she had been with the Foundation, she learned to love anomalies rather than fear them.
And she would make sure to Secure, Contain, and Protect them from the rest of the world.
Even if they didn't like it, she would save them.
Because death was too cruel for the anomalies.
And if being kicked out of the Ethics Committee was the price for actual morality, so be it.
She was The Nazarene.
I
Aaron Siegel.
Aaron changed after the incident at the Factory.
His eyes had turned into black sockets with glowing specks.
His once strong body had become frail and old.
But that didn't matter anymore.
He didn't need to lead his forces anymore. He was practically untouchable.
And now, he only had one job.
To Secure, Contain, and Protect.
But that was just an excuse wasn't it?
He kept trying to convince himself that he was protecting humanity.
The truth is that he wasn't a protector, He was a warden.
A warden for this giant prison he calls a Foundation.
With the anomalies being the prisoners.
He wouldn't kill them, no no.
Death was too good for them.
He would keep the prisoners here, forever. And his friends would make sure that he never went too far.
Anomalies could not be trusted. Anomalies could not be tamed.
He knew this the best because...
He was The Founder.
"Author"'s Note: Apparently, you don't actually need your sentences to make sense in order to sound deep.
I doubt this rewrite was much of an improvement, but I still gave it a try.
Sincerely, The "Author".