Describe in a long and detailed the characters of Farris Alaric, Kace Covington, Donnelly, and Luthor Xenakis, based on this:  FARRIS ALARIC closely examined the prestigious weapon. It was a confusing mix of a Beretta APX and a Glock 19. The Beretta was compact, smooth, and efficient a more professional adjustment of the 92FS. Combined with the elite Glock 19’s versatility and high capacity, he had a lethal weapon, crafted for perfection.
Kace Covington was standing at the other end of the room filing through a tall stack of paperwork. “You like it?” She asked, pulling out a paper from the pile.
“Looks nice. But I haven’t tried it out yet.” Farris responded, snatching a sable wadcutter bullet from the table next to him. He pulled out his magazine and gently placed the black bullet inside before stuffing it back in. 
“You want to go target shooting for a little bit?” Kace asked, turning to him, straightening out her bright orange cashmere sweater.
Alaric stood up and walked over to the balcony. He looked out, the sun was setting dramatically in every hue and shade. The day had already come to an end. “I tend not to go this late, the Marine guys like to overdo it on the tequilas. Psychos.” He muttered.
Kace smiled, she walked up to his side, gently stroking his back. “Don’t stress yourself out. I think you’ll do just fine.” She whispered.
Alaric grimaced, uncontrollable anger welling up inside him, “You said the same thing during Operation Y. I watched half of my team get blown up by three Patriot missiles. They were gone for good. And you guys had the guts to forgive yourselves-”
“Farris, you can’t mourn for the rest of your life, no one can. We remember them, they’re respected and appreciated. But you’ve got to move on.”
“I already have, K. But I’m not willing to once again assemble a team of professional men with so much more ahead of them just to get massacred. I did that once and I regretted it.”
Kace nodded, “I understand you, Farris,” She said in agreement, “We can make some adjustments to our SOP. Would that be better?”
Farris said nothing; he kept looking out at the dwindling eventide, anxious thoughts assailing his mind. Everything had quickly become somber and dull. Alaric had felt a feeling of failure of complete loss before, he had no desire to experience it again. The guilt was unbearable but the realization of the current was murderous. He knew that he would be diving in dark waters if he chose to try again. Could he resurface?
Alaric turned to Kace, changing the conversation, “What did the CMC analysis have to do with this?”
Kace dug her hands into the pockets of her gray jeans. “There’s no connection, as of now. We're just working on a potential game changer in the field of combat.
“What sort of combat?”
“Psychological.” 
“This isn’t some plan on raining leaflets, is it?”
Kace shook her head, “Of course not, Farris. This has to do with- uh, well- infiltration.”
Suddenly, Farris began to understand, “You're trying to enter another person’s mind as some so-called form of warfare?” He asked, dazed.
“Not exactly.”
“Then what?”
“That’s confidential, don’t push it, Farris.” Kace replied, suddenly serious.
Alaric looked farther across the glittering aquamarine Arabian Sea laid ahead of him. He saw it quickly coming their way a Cruisers Yacht 50 Cantius. It was pearl white, exquisite in every possible way. It sliced through the blue waters making rapid headway towards the port.
“He’s here, let’s go.” Alaric said hurriedly, slipping the gun into his waistband.
“Don’t screw this up.” Kace responded.
Alaric grinned, “You don’t have to worry about me.”
Kace said nothing but hurried out the door. They both ran across the corridor to the elevator. Kace tapped the down button, twenty seconds passed and the elevator still hadn’t arrived. Kace tapped it forcibly a second time. There was a quiet sliding sound and the elevator door parted ways.
Kace and Alaric entered the small elevator quickly pushing the button to the lobby of the hotel. The elevator jolted before silently dropping down the two hundred feet to the lobby. Kace was feeling the brutal pressure of eventual responsibility weighing down heavily on her, it felt quite close to insurmountable. Alaric was calm he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on exactly but sensed it was serious based on Kace’s facial expression.
“You okay?” Alaric asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She said quietly.
Alaric could tell she wasn’t. She was fidgeting nervously, her eyes darting around. But Alaric said nothing, what was there to say?
The was moan as the elevator slowed and a soft thud as it reached the bottom. The both walked foward, Alaric tossing the keys onto the receptionist’s desk. The front doors opened more and Kace and Alaric rushed out. 
The sunlight was ostentatiously bright. It turned the water’s surface into a bath of shimmering diamonds. It took a moment for Alaric’s eyes to adjust but he could see the yacht just ahead of him. Automatically, he and Kace ran that direction.
A man was standing on the port next to the yacht, he immediately recognized the two and escorted them onto the yacht. They entered a large acutely ornate living space, dozens of Renaissance-style painting hung on the walls, two couches with an ebony wood table decorated the center.
At the far end of the room a bald man was intensely examining two paintings. He had a vintage cigar cradled between his lips, smoke slowing billowing from it.
“Narssicus and Fortitude. Donatello and Botticelli. Marvels wouldn’t you say?” The man asked, in a light Greek accent, seemingly unwilling to face them.
“Yes, sir,” Kace replied, quietly, “their beautiful paintings-”
“With dark meanings.” He said seriously. “Donatello got beheaded for that one. And Botticell, well no one knows what happened to him after he painted that he just disappeared. They say he was burned alive by a few of his unnumberable foes.”
“Am I supposed to be getting positive or negative vibes?” Alaric asked.
Both Kace and Alaric could tell that the man was smiling, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He turned around, revealing his perfect set of gold teeth, he was wearing dark gray sunglasses obscuring his eyes.
“Luthor Xenakis,” He said quietly, “And you are?”
“Farris Alaric.” Alaric responded.
Kace seemed relieved that things were going smoothly. “Are you two planning on casting off with me as well?” He asked.
“Where are you heading, sir?” Kace asked him looking at her watch.
Xenakis smiled, “Socotra.” He replied, very close to laughing.
“Directly from Mumbai? What are you going to do all the way out there? It’s a thirty-plus hour trip!” Kace argued.
“I never said you had to come.” Luthor pointed out, “But we do have a little catching up to do. There’s room for everybody.” He insisted.
“We have barely any of our belongings with us right now.”  Alaric replied.
Xenakis nodded, he turned to a neatly dressed man besides him, “Donnelly?”
“Sir?” The man replied walking up besides Xenakis.
“Get our guests their bags, please tag along, Kace.”
Donnelly nodded and rushed out. Begrudgingly, Kace followed. She darted a “don’t mess up” glance Alaric’s way before walking out the door.
“Farris Alaric. Farris Alaric? I’ve heard that name before, something with the US military? Air force?”
“NAVY.” Alaric replied bluntly.
“Ah, interesting. Are you an admiral yet?” 
“No. I’m working on it.”
“As of now?”
“Commander.” Alaric replied.
“Impressive. I never really got anywhere military-wise. I was with the Hellenic Army. I was Praporetis or Second Lieutenant. It was murderous. At first you think your going to be shell-shocked; thrn you realize their is no active fighting, just practice. I remember an incident that occured years ago when I was just a Stratiotis. My unit’s captain, Nikos Demetriou, was perhaps the most self-assured man in the entire army. One day after much complaining on my part he sat me down and asked me, ‘Luthor, do you know why you won’t see any real warfare here?’ I asked him why, he told me: ‘Soldiers and nations alike train and prepare for war, but pray for peace.’”
“True.” Alaric responded.
“Have you ever seen any real warfare?” Xenakis pressed.
“Not exactly, but I was part of operations Omega, Windbreaker, X, Vortex, Alpha, Y, et cetera. It was more like operational combat, not at all warfare.”
“So, you’ve encountered actual fighting. Killed anyone?”
“Let me think about that. Obviously.”
Xenakis grinned, tossing his cigar on the table, “No remorse?”
“It depends.”
“Your the sort of people the military scans for. Well-built, thorough, intelliegent, logical, professional. Only in the United States, am I right?”
“I’m not sure if your trying to be a hardcore American patriot as a Greecian or just downright-” Alaric stopped himself, heeding Kace’s advice.
Xenakis laughed lightly, “And a good sense of humor, just perfect. I was just joking, Mr. Alaric.”
Alaric nodded with a neutral expression. He had a few things he had yet to get right, “Do you insist on me calling you “sir” like Kace does?”
Xenakis looked serious suddenly, he looked squarely in Alaric’s eyes, “Do you know who I am? What I represent?”
“To be compelety honest, I originally thought you were some sort of diplomat.”
Xenakis turned to look outside the window, “I am the director of MINDGAME.”
“What do you mean? Mindgame is a stage in some sort of study, not an operation.” Alaric countered, confused. 
Xenakis shook his head, “No. You see, Mindgame is many things. Yes, a complicated operational stage yet it also is represented by its initials. MINDGAME that’s the organization I direct, you could loosely call it a ‘special agency’. Besides that Mindgame also represents a state of mind, some view it as lex talionis others call it ‘endless forgiveness’. But it is also a weapon I hope to bring to life. And I assure you it will become many more things.”
“Then what exactly is Mindgame or “the Mindgames”?” Asked Alaric.
“The Mindgame. We don’t pluralize it. It represents mental infiltration, deep cognitive understanding, and impossibility. That is what each one is forced to represent one way or another. The organization M.I.N.D.G.A.M.E is the only part of the Mindgame that represents all three. It may seem complicated but it really isn’t. The basic fact is that the Mindgame is anywhere and everywhere.”
“So I’m guessing your trying to unlock it ‘everywhere and anywhere?’”  
“Exactly, once we fully uncloak the metal veil we will have basically succeded, and that is where the weapon comes into play.”
“Extreme pyschological warfare?”
“Precisely. A form of torture that affects the person from the inside out. Or we could just kill them, destroy their total mental faculties.”
“But wouldn’t you have to spend all that time connecting wires to them, do a million rescans until you’ve selected the proper nerve or cluster of brain cells. It took sixty-days for me to be ready just to test the Mindgame system.”
Xenakis turned to look at him, emotionless, “That is were impossibility comes into play. It will be inflicted by another person with enormous capability, someone who has unleashed the full abilities of the Mindgame.” He muttered, “No need to call me sir, I prefer Mr. Xenakis.”
“Sound fairly similar.” Alaric replied.
Xenakis smiled lightly; suddnely the yacht’s door opened and Kace and Donnelly walked in carrying the only two bags he and Kace had.
“What took you so long?” Xenakis asked them.
“Didn’t you give the key back the receptionist, Farris?” Kace asked angrily.
“Yeah,” Alaric muttered sheepishly.
Kace said nothing in reply but was notably furious. She turned around abruptly and walked down the hallway to the suites.
“Should probably try to fix that up.” Xenakis whispered in Alaric’s ear.
Alaric nodded and walked off. Xenakis turned back to the paintings examining them once again with a critical eye.

Alaric found himself knocking on the door to Kace’s suite. She’s probably not going to answer. The door swung open suddenly, contradicting his theory. 
“I’m not mad at you, Alaric.” Kace said quickly.
“Yeah, I know. You never stay angry for too long. I wanted to talk about something else.” Alaric responded.
Kace looked at him blankly for a moment, “What is it?”
“I want you to fully explain the Mindgame to me. Everything about it. Who made it? What it does? What it will do? Just tell me everything.”
Kace looked at him dubiously for a moment, “I can tell you some, but not all.”
“That’s fair.” Alaric responded.
Kace opened the door wide and allowed Alaric to enter her suite, shutting the door behind him.
“Want anything to drink?” She asked.
“You still have some of that Prosecco from last year?”
Kace smiled, “Yes, I have two bottles left. 12.5% or 20%?”
“20, please.” Alaric responded.
“You sure?” Kace asked in a skeptical tone.
“Have you ever thought I was an alcoholic or doubted my drinking choices?”
Kace sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately, no.” She replied, pulling out a bottle of Prosecco from a Polystyrene wine case.
Alaric grinned satisfied with her answer. Kace flicked open several cupboards searching for wine glasses. “But I have noticed you choosing twenty percent more frequently.” She muttered, pulling out two crystal glasses.
“The NAVY is a stressful place.”
“And you get worked up with the Marine guys drinking tequila. If I didn’t know you I’d say you were some sanctimonious bluenose.”
Alaric smirked, accepting the nearly brimming glass of Prosecco, Kace handed him, “That’s the definition of a terrorist not a NAVY Seal.”
“Fair point,” Kace replied take in seat in a chaise longue. “Now what exactly did you want to know about?”
“The Mindgame, explain it to me.”
“Xenakis didn’t tell you anything?”
“He barely scratched the surface. If you want me to be part of this experiment I need a fair share of knowledge.”
“You know your not the only person who can do this experiment. The NSA or CIA could drop you anytime and find someone else.”
“Okay, I get that, just give me enough information so I can get a good idea of everything.”
Kace nodded, “What’s your first question?”
Alaric thought for a moment, “Who made it?”
“It depends what you mean,” Kace responded, “Like who thought of it versus who designed it. I try to be as inclusive as possible.”
“Both ways.” 
Kace looked at Alaric bitterly, “I thought of it, some seven years ago. I began to mentally realize it after the G7’s intelligence agencies invented the CRA, the Cognitive Restructuring Alliance. I took what was once a rogue idea and brought it to life at my workstation, it took me two years to get a small model of what the real thing would do on a large scale. I remember connecting dozens of wire to myself and then activating the Mindgame. Half a million lines of code later I was in another universe, I stayed there for about an hour before the Mindgame was exhausted and glitched.
“Immediately, I showed it to some of my coworkers and they agreed to help me create a much more powerful system equal to twelve or thirteen million Ryzen 9 proccessors. Four years later, months before we were set to complete it, the CIA found out. They repossessed the Mindgame when we had finished creating it, that was a crushing a blow. What hurt even more was when they asked me to ‘demonstrate’, more like show, to them how to use it. As you know there’s no arguing with the CIA so I showed them. And here we are now two years later, and CIA knows how to use the Mindgame professionally.”
“And now they want to kill people with it.” Alaric muttered.
“Yep, that’s their plan.”
“How does it work?” Alaric asked.
“It’s simple and complicated at the same time. It triggers the brain to put you in a sort of REM sleep, very close to a trance. And from then on we can upload things into the brain and start to sort of play a game with it, hence the name ‘the Mindgame’.”
“Xenakis never explained why you guys call it the Mindgame.”
“Well, the Mindgame is one thing with so many defenitions and forms. All of which are based on either of the three key manners of operation-”
“Yeah, he told me them. Mental infiltration, deep cognitive understanding, and impossibility.” 
“Right.”
“Isn’t anybody worried about the it getting into the hands of the wrong people?”
Kace smiled, “No, Farris. It isn’t a physical object or a piece of online technology. It exist anywhere and everywhere and can be retrieved in practically whatever form that is mentally possible.”
“It’s omni-present and practically indestructible?”
“Correct,” Kace responded a somber look in her eyes, “I had no idea that it would end up to be this way when I made it. I thought it was just a reflection of the future. Not a shadow of the present.”
Alaric slowly began to piece together everything. He reached for his waistband and retrieved his gun. “Does this have anything to do with the Mindgame?” He asked.
“Pass it.” Kace responded, sitting up straight in her chair. Alaric tossed her the pistol. She took out the magazine and set it on the table, she pressed twice on the trigger, a small crevice on the top back of the gun flicked open. She pulled out a small chip. “This has twenty-six million lines of code in it. It enables this gun to do incredible things in the Mindgame’s world.”
“Such as?”
“You see in this world I can’t explain it. You have be using it and be in the Mindgame’s world to understand it.”
“I have to be in someone’s mind?” Alaric questioned her, confused.
“Not exactly, if the technology, quantum physics, and the world allows, you’ll be doing it in the real world.”
Her words generated an unquenchable silence. It was something Alaric had never contemplated before. It was a reality he wanted to experience but was fearful of. Mixed reality was something the CIA had spoken about it quietly before and this seemed to be the product of their whispering. A beneficial tool yet a potentially world-ending weapon all at once. Granted it had literally endless benefits it still could change the way people imagined reality, imagined the world around them. It was obvious no one could be sure if it was good or bad.