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1,100	17	3	2,128	818	Ryuu Ouma and Haruka Ouma Interactions: Natsuko Mizushima (via SMS) The neighbourhood around the Ouma Residence was fairly standard for most part. While not as close knit as other neighbourhoods, you could expect a few cheery 'good-morning's as you left for work in the morning, and a few 'good afternoon's and 'how was your day?'s. Other than that, everyone just mostly kept to themselves, the working adults out for work, kids at school and the stay-at-homes doing just that, a blessing for people like the Ouma family. Having finished with lectures for the day and the shop being fully staffed for the day, Ryuu had the day to himself, so he was here, visiting his family. His father was out at work and Shu was at school, but he still wanted to drop by, if only to pass the time while his mother worked on her article at home. Placing down a fresh mug of coffee in front of her, she smiled at her son with a quiet thank you as he took his own cup to the back door. As he sat in the open door, an electronic chime caught his attention. Taking another large mouthful of coffee, he put the cup down to his side as he pulled his smartphone from his pocket. The screen lit up at his touch as he brought up the messaging app, reading through Natsuko's text. His face contorting slightly in distaste at the final comment, he deftly typed up a quick reply. 3rd is a bit risky, but we should be fine. I'll be there for the race as well, someone needs to watch your back out there after all :P. PK might be an issue tho. I'm not far, want me to drop by the shop? I can be there in 10.] Tapping send, he pushed himself up from his seat and drained the last of his coffee, ignoring the slight burning in his throat as he crossed the kitchen, placing his cup into the sink before slipping back into the front room. Haruka looked up from her laptop, smiling slightly at her eldest son. "Who was that?" "Just a friend, asking about a meet-up later." A teasing grin slipped onto the older woman's face and Ryuu held back a sigh. Even in her fourties, the woman looked and acted like she was still 25, especially the teasing. "'Just a friend', huh?" "Yes... It was Natsuko, if you must know." The grin widened and this time he did sigh. Even if Natsuko was, as he said, just a friend, it wouldn't stop her now she had started hitting her stride. Even worse was that he was alone, so he had no-one to deflect her towards... Sighing again, Ryuu prepared for the worst.	Arashi Onahara Species: Human Appearance: Standing at 6'1, Arashi is quite tall even for his age, and his body is well toned from years of intensive training, first as a high school Kenjutsu club member and later as a CCG Ghoul Investigator. His frame is littered with a few small scars here and there but he has no major scarring, with a single exception. 5 deep scars mark his forearm on his right arm, as if torn away by a clawed hand, which he covered with bandages at all times. Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Raiden: A Katana made from the kakuhou of a high A-rank Ukaku ghoul formerly known as 'Thunderbird', the weapon is extremely sharp, able to easily cut through a ghoul's body and can pass an electrical current down the length of the blade to stun, wound or otherwise incapacitate a target. The gimmick of the weapon is its ability to split and retract the blade down its length and fire a volley of electrified projectiles from the space between the halves of the blade. Personality: Arashi has a personality best described as composed but cold. He is able to adapt to most situations quickly and is highly analytical during combat, but he often isolates himself from his colleagues and tries to avoid social situations as best he can. He prefers to spend his time training or researching, all with the goal to better understand and eliminate the ghouls. He is slow to anger, but he doesn't tolerate stupid mistakes or time wasted during an operation. He is very clear-cut with his opinions and cares very little about if they may upset or offend someone, deeming emotional responses to be pointless if they don't achieve anything. Under that shell, however, he is a broken man plagued with guilt. This guilt drives him to become the best investigator he can, as to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from reoccurring. He is prone to breaking down whenever he is alone, and was even borderline suicidal for a short time. The trauma of what happened spawned his compulsion to isolate himself, as to not lose anyone else close to him, as well as his desire to constantly become stronger. Biography: Born as Arashi Kurosaki, he grew up in the 20th ward, Nerima, with his parents Kai and Hinata and his 4 year older sister Ai, Arashi had a happy home life, especially with the arrival of Naomi a year later. That changed, however, when he was 8. His family was killed and eaten by a starving, raving ghoul, and he very nearly killed himself until a Ghoul Investigator stepped in. This same investigator, a First Class Investigator named Inori Onohana, then adopted Arashi and began grooming him as an prospective investigator. Despite this, He progressed well though his regular education and studied at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He achieved good grades and was a member of the school's Kenjutsu club, even serving as a mentor to one of his kouhai, Ryuu Ouma (mentioned below), as he was just starting out. The pair became close friends and they often kept in touch, even after he graduated at 18 and left to join the CCG's training academy. Assisted by Inori's grooming, Arashi graduated from the normally two year academy in a single year, gaining the rank of Rank 2 Investigator at age 19. On his first assignment, however, his team was decimated in an unexpected attack by an SS-rank ghoul and he barely made it out alive, leaving him scarred in the process. Fuelled by the rage of losing his team and guilt of being the only survivor, he began to isolate himself and his fighting became more brutal and merciless. Because of his brutal effectiveness, he rose to Rank 1 Investigator about a month before his 23rd birthday. It has been 9 months since his promotion. Ryuu Ouma Species: Ghoul Appearance: Ryuu stands at 6ft even when stood up, and has the body type of someone very active, but not having undergone any weight training, like a swimmer or archer. He typically wears a long, hooded red coat that falls just past his knees, with a dark grey t-shirt, black jeans and black laceless boots underneath. Ghoul Mask: An angular carbon-black mask with armoured plates bolted to the lower face, temples and either side of the forehead with reflective red one-way lenses. Decorated with two deeply engraved claw marks diagonally crossing the left eye/lens, painted red to stand out. Mask worn under hood, the lower face can be opened to allow feeding without removing the mask. Aliases: 'Ronin' Age: 22 Gender: Male Personality: Ryuu has a very calm personality, but still shows plenty of emotion. While not prone to outbursts, he is good at keeping his emotions in check, even under great stress, but his eyes are the most expressive part of his face and are a good indicator of how he's feeling for those attentive to detail. While not overly so, he is quite friendly with others, once you get past his light sarcasm and slightly dark humour. He is intelligent and likes things he can apply his mind to, such as playing chess in his spare time, but he tries to be humble about it. He also dislikes people that bully those weaker than them, as he believes everyone, ghoul or human, should be given a chance to make something with their lives rather than be downtrodden and held back because of something like privileges or disadvantages. When undergoing ghoul activities, he is quite open with his intelligence as he spends a lot of time trying to outsmart and hide from the CCG, so he usually has a backup plan for anything that might go wrong. He is also quite honourable with his opponents, often refusing to fight an unarmed Investigator or much weaker ghoul. Despite this, if his life or someone close to him is threatened, he will fight to kill. This attitude, coupled with the stolen katana Quinque (details below), lead to the CCG assigning him the alias 'Ronin'. He has a respectful attitude towards the dead, and hates meaningless death, but will still eat the corpses of his enemies for sustenance. Biography: Originally born in the 3rd ward, he and his parents, Kurosu (His father, a Bikaku) and Haruka (His mother, a Ukaku), moved to the 20th ward when he was 6, after the birth of his younger brother Shu (a rare Bikaku/Ukaku Chimera). In an attempt to seem more human, the Ouma family took up normal jobs as a chemist and a newspaper journalist respectively, while the two brothers enrolled at school. Taught by their parents to hide their ghoul nature, they survived on the corpses of suicide victims and leftovers from other ghouls. Ryuu progressed smoothly through his education, eventually enrolling at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He took an interest in swords and swordplay and quickly signed up for the Kenjutsu club, where he was paired with his upperclassman Arashi Onohana (mentioned above). The two became close friends, but Ryuu was always extremely cautious in hiding his ghoul nature from the older boy. When he graduated from high school, he enrolled at Tokyo Institute of Technology in the 9th ward, on an advanced 6-year Engineering degree and is currently still studying there. As he grew up, he was careful to avoid the eye of the CCG, like he was taught by his parents, primarily feeding from left over corpses and suicide victims. When he moved to the 9th ward, however, he began to hunt for his own food, mainly other predatory ghouls and undesirable humans like Yakuza or gangsters. Because of this, he has had more than a few run-ins with the CCG. In his first encounter, he was nearly killed by a young investigator as he was trapped in a series of narrow corridors, meaning he couldn't effectively use his Kagune. When he finally managed to defeat the investigator, he claimed the investigator's katana quinque as a trophy of his survival. He has since had a few more run-ins, each time resulting in either victory or a narrow escape, sometimes even collecting his defeated enemy's quinque as a token of victory. He earns some money as a motorcycle mechanic in the 9th ward when not on campus or out hunting, and owns a 2015 Kawasaki Ninja H2R, modified to be road legal. He enjoys riding as a recreational activity and competitive (and illegal) street racing, as well as commuting between his apartment and the university or just getting around in general. He knows his way around a motorcycle like the back of his hand, having been riding and repairing since he was 17, so he can hot-wire one in an emergency, if need be. Rating: A Kagune: Ryuu's kagune is unusual for its type as it is an purple silver Bikaku taking the form a long blade connected to the base of his spine by a line of crystalline armoured plates covering his spine and travelling down his right arm. This blade encases his right arm and is extremely sharp able to cut though most other types of kagune with enough effort (barring Koukaku, of course). Although he can slightly change its length, the blade is usually about 6ft long and thusly unsuited to indoor fighting because of its large size. To cover this, Ryuu collects quinques from fallen investigators. So far, he has collected two folding straight-bladed shortswords, a large dagger and a simple but very sharp katana, which is his first and primary weapon. RC Type: Bikaku
1,101	17	4	1,306	383	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japan Tokyo, 3rd Ward ~ Strangelove's Coffee Porch ~ Akihiko had agreed to meet at a cafe that his classmate had recommended. Luckily, it was also a coffee place that he knew ghouls went to, so he felt relief for not having to force himself to eat that disgusting human food. He learned to tolerate eating a few things to keep his tracks clean in case someone suspected, but if he could avoid it he would. Once the other guy had showed up they began to discuss the new major project that the professor assigned them. It was quite complex, but he had spent time in pretty much deciphering what was needed to be done on it. Technically, he had said no in helping this guy as he had a reputation for leeching off of others to get work done, but decided to break a deal with him. If he helped him with the project then the guy would have to buy him an special coffee maker that he had been wanting for the longest time. The great thing about attending a National University was that many rich humans attended, so adding the fact that this one was dumb in his studies Akihiko took his chances. The guy easily agreed, and so that's how they ended up in the coffee shop. However, halfway through discussing how he had figured out the project the guy had to leave, and asked if they could meet up later. Of course, Akihiko had no complaints. He could sit back, and enjoy some coffee while people-watching. Least, that was his plan until some commotion on the balcony of the shop happened, and people scrambled to figure out what was happening. Being curious about the commotion he would blend in with the crowd to see what was going on, and when the ambulance came he knew. A brief look at the guy in the stretcher holding his chest gave a clear sign of a heart attack. Another ghoul was a victim to this horrid virus. Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Electronics Shop ~ Looking around to see where this electronics store was Akihiko sighed. His phone had been messing up for the past few days now, so he decided to skip a class period to see what could be done about it. The original company he had the phone with was 30 minutes away by car at that. He could take public transportation, but he would have to miss all day of classes as well as miss out on work due to the company having walk ins be less important than prior appointments. It was understandable, but if he could avoid it he would. Which was why he was looking around for an electronics store that a classmate told him about. If they could help him with his phone then he would be forever grateful. Passing by a glass display he stopped, and walked backwards to see the morning news on the TV. They were talking about the virus that is not officially linked to ghouls deaths, but has been successful in vaccinations for it. "Che." Only humans get the medical attention, and CCG protection. From us at that...ridiculous. Looking up to see what kind of store it was Akihiko realized that this was the place he was looking for, and practically slammed the door open as he walked to it. "Hey!" He said to the male behind the counter. "Can you please help me with my phone?" he walked over to the counter, and placed his phone down. "The screen keeps going black when I don't even lock it. Would you be able to fix that? I don't mind leaving it here!" The guy behind the counter was shocked for a second as Akihiko had walked in suddenly. He slowly reached for the phone, and looked at it before putting it back down. "I can take a look at it right now, but," He stood up, reached for a paper, and then sat back down while handing him the paper. "To sum it up this keeps you from sueing me if you think I stole, tweaked, hacked, put a virus, or did many other ridiculous things to your phone." Akihiko asked for a pen, and signed the paper. "Alright," The guy grabbed the paper. "It'll take 30 minutes to look at it, so come back in 30 minutes." Akihiko nodded, but before he left the guy called out to him. "There's a cafe across the street if you want to wait." Of course, he decided to go to the cafe to wait. In his backpack were a few books to read, so he would just spend his time reading while waiting. On entering the cafe he grinned as he smelled the coffee aroma. He walked up to the counter with the perky cashier, and asked for a certain coffee. She smiled, he gave her the money, she gave him the change, and he took a number. His luck ended there however as he turned to see many of the tables occupied. For a second there he contemplated going back to school, and leaving his phone until later, but decided against it. Looking around he noticed someone sitting alone, so he walked over to him hoping the guy wouldn't mind having someone sit at the same table. "Hey," Akihiko cleared his throat. "Do you mind if I sit here?"	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku
1,102	17	5	1,381	499	Kaito Mori The sound of an unfamiliar voice finally seemed to break the spectacled dude out of his trance. The tablet in his lap slumping a bit as he twisted his neck around to look to the owner of said voice, and give a nod along with a casual smile. "Oh, yeah sure, go ahead. Just gimme one sec..." Setting the tablet on the tabletop, Kaito pushed his chair back a bit to quickly tuck his legs in and put them under the table proper. His sleeve going over his hand as he wiped a bit of dirt off the table. "Sorry I kinda got dirt everywhere. My shoes have been through hell because I like walking most places. Though that might be because I always blow my bus money on random crap. I kinda suck at saving up." Sitting back in his own chair once again, he leaned back to get a look at the newcomer. "My name's Kaito by the way, what's yours?"	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,103	17	6	1,306	383	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Del Real Cafe ~ As the guy set his tablet on the table Akihiko quickly glanced at what was on it, but then looked back at the man as he finished wiping the table down. Ghoul crimes...so, he at least knows about ghouls. Akihiko smiled, and took his seat across from the person. Taking a quick glance toward the person he realized the guy was actually a kid, and he assumed this kid was from middle school at best. Either he was skipping or...Yeah, just skipping class. As he took off his backpack the number he had for his order was called, so he held up a finger to the teen as he stood up to go get his coffee. He was going to buy one for his new companion as well, but decided against it. Walking back to the table Akihiko set his coffee down. "Kaito's a neat name kid." Sitting down, he then extended his hand to hopefully shake Kaitos hand. "My name is Akihiko. Akihiko Takeshi." He said with a grin on his face.	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku
1,104	17	7	1,381	499	Kaito Mori Stretching out his arms above his head, the shorter 'teen' inhaled through his nose. "Well Akihiko Takeshi, your name's pretty neat too." Heh, he totally took the bait. Everyone thinks I look twelve on the first impression....and here I thought the bags under my eyes would buy me a few extra years. I think Haru was the only one to ever actually guess right.... Indeed, if one looked close enough, there would be small mounded of tired skin underneath the deceptive long haired boy's eyes. Though it would be slightly hard to tell with the bottom part of his glasses frames blocking them from view. Crossing his arms, Kaito raised his leg up to cross it over his knee and return the grin. "So, what're you doing out here in the middle of the day? Shouldn't guy's like you be in class still? You're in collage right?"	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,105	17	8	800	3,846	Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Del Real Cafe ~ The bell to the café rung with a gentle chime as the new patron entered the store, he adorn a black leather jacket, embellished with two white stripes on the sleeves and red tribal artwork on the back, his white hoodie blew gently as the final breeze hit it, momentarily concealing his face before he lowered it, revealing his brown hair. Adjusting his jacket and hoodie he made for a stool near the counter and sat down, a pleasant smile on his face as one of the waitresses came over to take his order. She smelled lovely, lavender with a hint of strawberry. Her other scent engulfed his nose as he nodded with a thank you before the smile faded from his face to something more stoic as he scanned the room. Amongst the humans there were a few ghouls and he quickly picked them out. A kid with brown hair and glasses sat with another man who had black hair. He wasn't one to introduce himself but he certainly didn't like being this far away from his ward without someone he knew within the ward he entered. Sadly he had lost his one friend within the ward to another ghoul so he was by himself. He went back and forth in his head about whether or not he should go introduce himself or let them figure out who he was before saying something, either way, he didn't realize that he spaced out while looking in their direction and quickly adverted his eyes when the realization dawned on him. With a sigh he stood and made his way over to them with his coffee, a fake smile on his face. "Some coffee shop, huh? Never found a place who could make a good Columbian Dark Roast until this one. I'm sorry I don't mean to interrupt your conversation. Mind if I were to join you both? My name's Katsuo by the way." His voice was smooth and welcoming, despite his personality and demeanor being a bit of a contrast to that. At least at this proximity, they would know he was one of them, a fellow ghoul who was also living in the hardships of this cruel world.	Katsuo Susano Sinister Species: Ghoul Ghoul Mask: Katsuo was not one for what he considered "cartoonish" masks. His mask is, by definition, one of a kind with a rather intimidating and creepy secret. Having given the maker of this mask special "cow hide" for the cover on top of the uncleansed dried blood on the surface, this metal made piece is a unique and scary addition to his appearance. Age: 25 Gender: Male Personality: As polite and nice as he is, he keeps people at arm's length as he has a bit of a trust issue. However, once one gets close to him they learn about his true nature. He is violent, cold and none too remorseful in his actions. But besides this he is cunning and calculating. Never making the same mistake twice, or at least as much as possible. One will also learn that he does have a slightly crazy mind as he has come up with the idea that this disease has CCG involvement. Biography: WIPGrowing up was an interesting thing for Katsuo as his parents were avid hunters. Not like those who go into the woods with a rifle to hunt deer. No, his parents were ghouls, hunting their prey amidst the concrete jungle of Tokyo, specifically, ward 3, near the boarders of ward 4 and 1. Sinister's parents were high on the CCG hit list, having each earned a rank SS due to their violent history and cocky arrogance in hunting within the 3rd ward, CCG's homefront. This earned them the moniker "The Phantoms of the Third", one that was held highly within the ghoul community. His parents began teaching him at a young age on the techniques of hunting, be quiet, be quick and be gone as soon as the kill is made. After much intensive "field training", he had earned his first kill by age eight, a low ranked CCG investigator out on patrol with a more senior investigator. His parents assumed it was for field training, much like for their own flesh and blood. The Phantoms taking down the more experienced one with little resistance. Moving away from this for a brief moment. One must not forget that he was still a citizen of Japan and as such still required to go to school, reluctantly of course. He would wonder why he would need to learn about the history of a country that considers them sub-human, borderline demonic in his opinion. His parents reminded him that as long as he remained in this world he would have to do what everyone else did; Go to school as the humans did, work as the human's did and socialize as they did. The metaphorical wolf in sheep's clothing befitting of the boy. And, as many young children in school found it hard to concentrate in school. He was distracted not due to his lack of focus to the class or subject at hand. No, he found those classes interesting, specifically history and English class. His distraction was because of his classmates. He would contemplate new tactics, better was to make him a much more efficient hunter like his parents and...going as far as how to kill his classmates. Moving back into his history... As well as his parents being considered "The Phantoms of Ward 3" and its other variations, they worked with a group called the Naysayers, a small conglomerate of smalltime Ghouls gangs whose focus was the suppression of the CCG and its supporters. Even other ghoul groups who wished simply for neutrality were potential targets as they refused to support their cause. Its other constituents included The Six Suns, Black Lotus Syndicate, Children of Crescent Street and then his Parents as symbols for the group. Time had went on and he slowly earned his own moniker, Spectre. For a long time they were a dominant threat to the CCG and even more so to those who refused to back them. It wasn't until the Owl Suppression Operation did the tides turn. As well as taking on the One Eyed Owl, a small team of Investigators began cracking down on the Naysayers. The Six Suns had fought to the death, The Children of Crescent Street disbanded after 3 of their members were captured and two others killed and finally the Black Lotus Syndicate disappeared with him and his family. Months had gone by when the crackdown happened and the heat with it too had subsided. However, patrols had been upped just in case of any waves caused by the operation. These extra patrols had soon managed to capture one of the Syndicate's members. Kurosuchi Masamura, "Kujo" as he was called by his parents, was captured. He was the closest person to a brother he had but was the first to cause the mistrust that he now has for people. The man pleaded with the CCG to let him and his friends go and in return give up the location of the Phantoms of the Third Ward. They agreed to these terms and followed Kujo back to the hideout where the slaughter of those inside commenced. Katsuo was lucky enough to escape but not before finding out who betrayed them. Kujo was set free but the rest of them killed like dogs, to which Kujo pleaded with them to stop as they promised to spare them. The response he was given, "The CCG does not make promises with monsters." Fast forward to the most recent events unfolding amongst the wards, he has come to the conclusion that the CCG are behind the deaths of the thousands of ghouls dying from the virus. Overall he has to now not only find Kujo and kill him for his betrayal, but the CCG members responsible as well, all the while fighting to survive this virus plaguing the wards. Rating: A+ ? Kagune: capable of forming on either side of his shoulders, his kagune is an interesting one as its appearance is similar to a bikake. It forms through tendril like extensions that congeal and make the large blade as seen in the picture. Besides bladed weaponry, he is capable of making claws, a mace like extremity, something he calls "a whip fist" and shielding. it is for the most part black with purple and red hues thrown about. RC Type: Koukaku
1,106	17	9	1,678	815	Noriko Ihei A red-headed female wearing casual attire and gloves made her way through the crowded walkway; a silver briefcase in her hand. Everything is so much calmer here. I wonder if any good restaurants are open... Looking around, her eyes were drawn to a cab that pulled over nearby. Out stepped a teen who appeared foreign. Why would someone vacation here of all places? And alone... he's just a kid. Well, he's probably 18 or 19, and he carries himself maturely. Still though... Now caught up to the teen, the woman would casually slide up beside him, "You're not from around here, are you?"	Noriko Ihei Species: Half-Human Age: 27 Gender: Female Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Rekka. A shuriken type weapon that can be used at range. Personality: Noriko is strong of body and mind, and takes it upon herself to look after other CCG investigators, especially the junior members. She is perceived as quiet and motivated by her job, however she will open up to a choice few. The red-head is reserved and keeps her poise, thus keeping relations at a professional level. Raised with the pretense that everyone is dangerous, Noriko finds it difficult to truly trust another. Despite this upbringing, she does not live in constant paranoia, and understands that alliances are necessary. This investigator's loyalties lie with the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Having been raised by them, she came to realize that while not all ghouls are dangerous, the CCG is designed to protect the greater good, saving countless people. As such, the CCG continues to have her support. Biography: Being born and raised in the Sunlit Garden, Noriko was molded into a talented Ghoul Investigator.
1,107	17	10	1,381	499	Delsin Grey Looking up from the glowing screen of the cellular device, the jade eyed teen glanced over to the woman that had pulled up beside him. His arm lowering to his side as he nodded. "Yeah. I'm here as an exchange student in the University of Tokyo. I'm just trying to find my way around. Do you...live in this ward?" Delsin's gaze began to then fully take in the woman's form, attention being drawn to the case in her grip. I think I've seen that briefcase before....She's not dressed like she's heading into work or anywhere formal though....	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,108	17	11	1,306	383	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Del Real Cafe ~ Akihiko was going to reply to the young man until someone else had approached their table. An older guy from what Akihiko could see, but he was quite friendly toward them. "The coffee has a different taste to it than other shops, so yes, the coffee is great so far." He gave a smile towards the guy. He was going to let him sit at the table, but remembered that it was not his table to be accepting people, so he nodded toward Kaito. "It's not my table, so if he doesn't mind then I have no complaints." Even if he did get the impression that the guy was friendly Akihiko felt something was off about him. It made him feel a tad bit uneasy, so if Kaito were to accept then Akihiko would take a shot at trying to see what it was that gave him this strange feeling. He knew he hadn't met the guy before, so it wasn't that the guy had some beef with him or something. Whatever it was he was curious, but he wondered if Kaito had felt the same thing. Maybe not, maybe it's just me.	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku
1,109	17	12	1,381	499	Kaito Mori Twisting his neck to look left to the new comer, the bespectacled 'teen' looked Katsuo up and down for a moment, before waving a hand and gesturing towards an empty chair. "Sure, go nuts. We were just kinda talking about how we both ended up here today. Me, it's basically because I need caffeine or I might not function for the rest of the day. Had a few long nights recently." Though Kaito appeared to be presenting himself in a calm, casual manor, his inner thoughts told a different tale. His brows furrowing a bit as he begins to tap his fingers on the table. Man, aren't I popular today? I'm not too worried about Akihiko, but this other guy is totally faking it. You wouldn't need to fake friendliness unless you got something to hide. I wonder what his angle is?	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,110	17	13	1,678	815	Noriko Ihei "An exchange student? You sure picked the worst time. I hope they made you get all your shots up to date? Most colleges do. You know, the meningitis vaccine is pretty important... it's really easy to contract it in a dorm environment." Waving her hand, she stopped herself before replying to his question, "Annnyyyyway, no I don't live here. I actually have an apartment in the 1st Ward, but I figured since I'm off today, I might as well go see somewhere that's not virus-ridden." A smile crossed her face, "Anyway, sorry, I'm Noriko. Want me to show you to Todai?"	Noriko Ihei Species: Half-Human Age: 27 Gender: Female Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Rekka. A shuriken type weapon that can be used at range. Personality: Noriko is strong of body and mind, and takes it upon herself to look after other CCG investigators, especially the junior members. She is perceived as quiet and motivated by her job, however she will open up to a choice few. The red-head is reserved and keeps her poise, thus keeping relations at a professional level. Raised with the pretense that everyone is dangerous, Noriko finds it difficult to truly trust another. Despite this upbringing, she does not live in constant paranoia, and understands that alliances are necessary. This investigator's loyalties lie with the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Having been raised by them, she came to realize that while not all ghouls are dangerous, the CCG is designed to protect the greater good, saving countless people. As such, the CCG continues to have her support. Biography: Being born and raised in the Sunlit Garden, Noriko was molded into a talented Ghoul Investigator.
1,111	17	14	1,381	499	Delsin Grey The comment of the horribleness of the trips timing only made Delsin shrug as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, I know. I've been getting that a lot. It was impossible for me to reschedule this." A slightly confused expression over took his face as he looked forwards. "Though you're the first one to warn me about meningitis. Usually it's just warnings about Shi no te I hear." Looking back over to the woman who began to smile, the inky haired teen returned the gesture. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you. I'm Delsin." Walking in silence for a moment or two, Delsin looked to the crowded streets ahead. Eyes clouding in thought. "So, the only things I've heard is what's on the news....Has it really been that bad here?"	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,112	17	15	800	3,846	Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Del Real Cafe ~ "Thank you." He gave a slight nod as he sat down, taking a sip of his coffee as he did. He glanced over at the one with the glasses. His smile didn't waver, but he did open his eyes slightly to get a look at the guy. It was strange, he usually was the one to give someone that look of distrust. It was surreal to be on the receiving end of it. He snickered a bit before glancing up at the tv, noting that more ghouls were killed by the vaccination due to heart attacks. The news had just left a sour taste in his mouth as his charade dropped slightly if the subtle clenching of the jaw was able to be seen. Unconsciously mouthing "Great...more dead". He sighed before looking back at the other two. He stayed in silence for a moment before looking back up. "So what do you two do when outside of the shoppe? What do ya do for a living?"	Katsuo Susano Sinister Species: Ghoul Ghoul Mask: Katsuo was not one for what he considered "cartoonish" masks. His mask is, by definition, one of a kind with a rather intimidating and creepy secret. Having given the maker of this mask special "cow hide" for the cover on top of the uncleansed dried blood on the surface, this metal made piece is a unique and scary addition to his appearance. Age: 25 Gender: Male Personality: As polite and nice as he is, he keeps people at arm's length as he has a bit of a trust issue. However, once one gets close to him they learn about his true nature. He is violent, cold and none too remorseful in his actions. But besides this he is cunning and calculating. Never making the same mistake twice, or at least as much as possible. One will also learn that he does have a slightly crazy mind as he has come up with the idea that this disease has CCG involvement. Biography: WIPGrowing up was an interesting thing for Katsuo as his parents were avid hunters. Not like those who go into the woods with a rifle to hunt deer. No, his parents were ghouls, hunting their prey amidst the concrete jungle of Tokyo, specifically, ward 3, near the boarders of ward 4 and 1. Sinister's parents were high on the CCG hit list, having each earned a rank SS due to their violent history and cocky arrogance in hunting within the 3rd ward, CCG's homefront. This earned them the moniker "The Phantoms of the Third", one that was held highly within the ghoul community. His parents began teaching him at a young age on the techniques of hunting, be quiet, be quick and be gone as soon as the kill is made. After much intensive "field training", he had earned his first kill by age eight, a low ranked CCG investigator out on patrol with a more senior investigator. His parents assumed it was for field training, much like for their own flesh and blood. The Phantoms taking down the more experienced one with little resistance. Moving away from this for a brief moment. One must not forget that he was still a citizen of Japan and as such still required to go to school, reluctantly of course. He would wonder why he would need to learn about the history of a country that considers them sub-human, borderline demonic in his opinion. His parents reminded him that as long as he remained in this world he would have to do what everyone else did; Go to school as the humans did, work as the human's did and socialize as they did. The metaphorical wolf in sheep's clothing befitting of the boy. And, as many young children in school found it hard to concentrate in school. He was distracted not due to his lack of focus to the class or subject at hand. No, he found those classes interesting, specifically history and English class. His distraction was because of his classmates. He would contemplate new tactics, better was to make him a much more efficient hunter like his parents and...going as far as how to kill his classmates. Moving back into his history... As well as his parents being considered "The Phantoms of Ward 3" and its other variations, they worked with a group called the Naysayers, a small conglomerate of smalltime Ghouls gangs whose focus was the suppression of the CCG and its supporters. Even other ghoul groups who wished simply for neutrality were potential targets as they refused to support their cause. Its other constituents included The Six Suns, Black Lotus Syndicate, Children of Crescent Street and then his Parents as symbols for the group. Time had went on and he slowly earned his own moniker, Spectre. For a long time they were a dominant threat to the CCG and even more so to those who refused to back them. It wasn't until the Owl Suppression Operation did the tides turn. As well as taking on the One Eyed Owl, a small team of Investigators began cracking down on the Naysayers. The Six Suns had fought to the death, The Children of Crescent Street disbanded after 3 of their members were captured and two others killed and finally the Black Lotus Syndicate disappeared with him and his family. Months had gone by when the crackdown happened and the heat with it too had subsided. However, patrols had been upped just in case of any waves caused by the operation. These extra patrols had soon managed to capture one of the Syndicate's members. Kurosuchi Masamura, "Kujo" as he was called by his parents, was captured. He was the closest person to a brother he had but was the first to cause the mistrust that he now has for people. The man pleaded with the CCG to let him and his friends go and in return give up the location of the Phantoms of the Third Ward. They agreed to these terms and followed Kujo back to the hideout where the slaughter of those inside commenced. Katsuo was lucky enough to escape but not before finding out who betrayed them. Kujo was set free but the rest of them killed like dogs, to which Kujo pleaded with them to stop as they promised to spare them. The response he was given, "The CCG does not make promises with monsters." Fast forward to the most recent events unfolding amongst the wards, he has come to the conclusion that the CCG are behind the deaths of the thousands of ghouls dying from the virus. Overall he has to now not only find Kujo and kill him for his betrayal, but the CCG members responsible as well, all the while fighting to survive this virus plaguing the wards. Rating: A+ ? Kagune: capable of forming on either side of his shoulders, his kagune is an interesting one as its appearance is similar to a bikake. It forms through tendril like extensions that congeal and make the large blade as seen in the picture. Besides bladed weaponry, he is capable of making claws, a mace like extremity, something he calls "a whip fist" and shielding. it is for the most part black with purple and red hues thrown about. RC Type: Koukaku
1,113	17	16	2,616	346	Mizushima Natsuko Natsuko pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray underneath her thumb, barely even looking as she squashed and twisted it to and fro. Inside the workshop behind the two mechanics, tools were slowly returning to their work - no doubt, the break was coming to an end. She took her phone back in hand as the man next to her let out a bit of a grunt, no doubt starting the gradual process of psyching himself to get back to work. Natsuko let out a quiet 'heh' at the tongue-face in Ryuu's reply - being the totally-hip internet lingo she was, she wondered exactly when doing a capital P had gone out of fashion; although the reality really is that she really had no idea what she was on about and was more-so pretending to herself to feel a bit better. She thumbed in her reply, not too unlike before: she'd pause for a moment to mull over her choice of words before she continued: Natsuko pressed send before taking a moment to stop and wait, making sure it went off successfully. With that, she stood with an exaggerated groan then turned to offer a hand to the man. "Get up, tubby." Natsuko jested, as he took it. She helped heft him up before trailing in through the door. Fukui TsubameTsubame let out a loud, innocent yawn as she stretched her arms out from underneath her Ouran High School Host Club bedset. It was so nice waking up naturally, especially on a work da- ... Her eyes grew wide as the reality began to dawn on her. The lingering fatigue from the morning was gone that instant. She snatched for her phone, complete with a pink case and a little charm hanging from it depicting a shooting star. The screen came to life to reveal... She let out a quiet "E-Eh..." as she glanced up to the time, shaking with anticipation: "Eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh!?" she screeched, as she flew out of her bed with the approximate energy of the city power grid. She raced through to the kitchen to slam a bit of toast in the toaster before bounding on through to the bathroom. It was going to be shower by means of excessive deodorant this mornin- afternoon... In a time frame almost worryingly short, she burst out the front door with a piece of toast almost as black as ash in her mouth, her bag haphazardously carried over her shoulder, and a note from her mother in her hand which she hadn't even read. She knew she was going to get scolded for being late. "I just can't bear it..." she thought to herself, "T-They look so scary when they're angry..." She burst through the door in what must be the most entertaining displays of the day. During her run, one of her buns - tied messily and with almost no regard - had fallen out, while the other barely hung in there. She was panting and a little sweaty, but this didn't stop her from rocketing up to the receptionist and bowing so many times, so vigorously, that the other bun flew out mid-bow, sending the hairband flying out at near-supersonic speed. "I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry!" she almost shouted. The receptionist let out a quiet sigh as he muttered something to the effect of "Again..?" Tsukada DaikiIt was hard to tell what was more shady inside the popular bar and gambling venue: the lingering cigarette smoke on the ceiling, the various suspicious men shouting and jeering about the odds and losses at the Mahjong tables, or even the odds and losses themselves - some looking far too big for them to afford. In a table towards one corner, with some relative privacy compared to the rest of the tables, an assembly of well-dressed if not suspicious men slipped mahjong chits and gambling chips about: traditional-style tattoos poking out from unbuttoned shirts and rolled sleeves were common, the odd few were missing fingers, and a reserved sign sat almost discarded on the edge of the mahjong table. "Fuck Satuko," let out one of the men, "ditching out on the regular game like this. What's he even doing anyway?" One of the other men let out a scoff. "Chasing after high school girls, probably..." The only woman at the table, dressed like she was meant to be on the red carpet with a dark belt about her neck, spoke between smoking her cigarette through a dark cigarette holder. "With money he won last time, probably... How do you feel about your money being used for that sort of thing, Daiki?" Daiki let out a vague 'hmph' as he pressed a mahjong chit forward, into position. A short, stubby glass with a wood-colored liquid plus a few ice cubes sat in his hand, and a cigar sat in an ash tray next to him. "I'll get him back for it. You know what happens when someone skips a game." A few odd chuckles and snorts came from about the table as they silently agreed on what the punishment would be. Daiki lifted his cigar to his mouth, taking a few puffs before blowing out the leftover smoke and setting it back down. He chased it with a small mouthful of whiskey. One of the men at the table glanced out towards the rest of the bar. "Think someone'd come over and join in?" One of the other men snorted at the suggestion. "Who wants to play mahjong with a bunch of men missing fingers? That's actually old enough to be in here, anyway." "They'd play if Satsui tempted them over." jested the first man, glancing to the woman. One of the other men and the woman - evidently, Satsui - burst out into laughter. "Are you joking?" chipped back the man who laughed, "She looks like she'd lure them to the edge of their boat with a song then drown them." Satsui playfully hit the man with a gloved hand. "What are you trying to say?" Once again, the table laughed.	Full Name: Fukui Tsubame. Appearance: Tsubame stands at a meager 5 feet and 2 inches with a clear complexion and a build sitting somewhere between slim and average. Her hair has been bleached white and comes in a wide assortment of styles, varying every day in the week in no discernible pattern. She has vibrant, bright emerald green eyes and delicate facial features. More often than not she's wearing band-aids and gauze about her body, with her energetic and brimming personality often getting her into trouble. Species: Human. Age: 19. Gender: Female ♀. Personality: Tsubame is most commonly described as either "bouncing off the walls" or as having "crashed", with an energetic, larger-than-life and over-the-top personality. She's easily distracted, a little aloof, and has a short attention span, but contrary to this she's extremely passionate with a full-frontal approach once she's committed to something, as long as she is committed to it - for example, she can play a total of 9 instruments at the beginner level. Biography: Tsubame was born as the youngest of three children, with an older brother and an older sister, in Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture. As the youngest child, true to stereotypes, she was often spoilt and sometimes given a looser reign that her siblings before her, often to petty sibling debate. Economically, their family was significantly well-off with a firm position in the upper-middle class, with her father running a successful local butcher and her mother being a housewife. Initially, Tsubame was enrolled into a private school like her siblings before her, although when her father's butchers started to go downhill and eventually go out of business two years later, the family could no longer afford it. Before long, her father found work at a corporation-chain butchers, although the money was never as great. In order to keep her in school, her family enrolled Tsubame into the significantly cheaper CCG Academy Junior School. In the junior school, Tsubame sat comfortably in the middle-performance range. While she initially struggled, once her teachers figured out how short her attention span his and how she can easily be prompted back towards work with a gentle touch, her grades began to rise. In response to such a prompt, she took up martial arts as an extracurricular activity, which she remains in until she graduated - becoming quite talented, particularly in Naginatajutsu. Following her graduation from the CCG Academy Junior School, Tsubame - to her parents objection, but she was stubbornly committed - went on to enroll at the CCG Ghoul Investigator Training Academy, to train to become a ghoul investigator. As before, she sat comfortably in the center range for grades, all but slipping under the radar - which she would have, if her personality wasn't so larger-than-life. Throughout the process of attending the academy, the worst of her low-attention, high-density personality was mitigated - and while it's still almost painfully present, it's subsided at least in the regard that she can focus on and is committed to the job, with her prior teachers hoping that her partner and teacher within CCG will continue to work on it. Only recently, Tsubame graduated from the academy to move on to CCG headquarters. She's currently eager and excited to meet her partner. Rank: Rank 2 Investigator. Quinque: Tsubame's quinque is a Koukaku/Ukaku-type quinque fashioned into the shape of a naginata. The entire construction of the weapon - from the pommel of the shaft to the tip of the blade - is made from a koukaku kagune, coming together in a strong if not slightly unwieldy weapon, considering it stands well above Tsubame in height when stood next to her. The gimmick of the weapon is that an ukaku kagune is fashioned into the pommel, where it slides apart to fire crystallized shards as seen fired from its ghoul counterparts. "O-Oh, Daiki, I-!""Sit the fuck back down." Full name: Tsukada Daiki. Appearance: Daiki stands at an imposing 6 feet and 2 inches tall with broad shoulders accompanied by a muscular, chiseled build. His clear skin is clad in a bodysuit of traditional, colorful Japanese art, the sorts of which typically associated to the Yakuza: depicting works such as dragons, koi fish, oni, and nature, from the collarbones down to the toes - with the exception of a parting line down the center-front of the torso. His dark hair is worn styled back and his facial hair varies between a clean shave and a vague stubble. His dull, dark brown eyes depict a story in themselves, and he normally wears some assortment of suit - within which, he almost always carries a Model 1911 pistol. Significantly, the pinkie finger of his left hand has been cut off just above the first knuckle connecting to the palm of the hand, not unlike yubitsume. Species: Human. Age: 28. Gender: Male ♂. Personality: Daiki is a stern, no-nonsense man's man: educated, clothes that fit, button-up shirts, polite but the first to throw a punch, love your mother and protect your family, so on so forth. As an active gangster of the yakuza, he almost religiously follows the philosophy of ninkyo, even if begrudgingly at times - even between practicing crimes for the gain of himself or his yakuza family. He is to some extent stubborn, and while he's normally slow to commit to an issue, he's passionate and nigh-hellbound once he is. He smokes approximately half a pack of cigarettes a day as a vice. Biography: Daiki was born in the relatively distant city of Osaka, within the aptly named Osaka Prefecture, as the youngest of two children underneath an older brother. His father was a detective for the local police department and his mother worked at an accounting firm as an administration clerk, resulting in a collectively high household income. While naturally, responsibility for the household would fall onto the older brother once he was capable enough, it almost always fell on Daiki, as his oldest brother was something of a delinquent. As the two grew up, Daiki's older brother came to often often "exerted his dominance" over him - denying him granted things in the house, roughing him up, and otherwise picking on him. This continued throughout school and ran through peer groups. Daiki's parents were either absent in physical presence or absent in authority, as his father was mentally deteriorating through overexertion and his mother was working hard to try and pick up the slack. It was through this means Daiki picked up his "brawler" fighting style, through constant practice and failure with the occasional victory, Pyrrhic or otherwise. The stack between Daiki and his older brother came to an abrupt turnabout not long after Daiki's 13th birthday - when his older brother was 15. Daiki's older brother, the delinquent he has, was shouting at and shoving about their mother for grounding him after he was caught smoking with his friends. When Daiki tried to interfere, his older brother shoved him aside and went to smack him over the head to dissuade him, where Daiki retaliated by abruptly slipping by and socking him square in the jaw - knocking him to the ground - before he then put his head in the doorframe of one of the lower cupboards and slammed the door over his head a total of sixteen times, incapacitating him and resulting in no less than five stitches. While the incident initially put a divide between Daiki and his mother, they later grew much closer as Daiki came to protect her from his older brother. Following the incident, Daiki started to begin training in martials arts - namely, boxing and muay thai - with the financial support of her mother. While confrontation between Daiki and his older brother initially peaked, they began to gradually drop off after Daiki's older brother tried to take to him with a baseball bat as revenge, where Daiki promptly gave him another six stitches using the very same bat - well beyond the level of violence his older brother had intended to go, mind you, making him secretly scared of his younger brother. Shortly after Daiki's 17th birthday, the hidden issues between Daiki's parents abruptly burst out into public light. While it was no secret that Daiki's father was spending less time with his family and more time at local bars, it was revealed that his father had actually fallen into alcoholism so extensively that he was caught both under the influence and with vodka in his water bottle at work, where he was promptly fired. It was also revealed that his father was frequenting strip clubs and that in the time, his mother was having an affair with someone from her workplace - who, mind you, took much better care of her. When Daiki's parents were confronting one another in the kitchen, Daiki's father eventually boiled over to strike his mother, where Daiki - now well-built and chiseled as is - promptly struck him to the ground and put his head in the lower closets before his mother stopped him. Daiki and his mother moved in with the man she was having an affair with who, to this day, they all get along as if they were a family in themselves. Daiki's brother was left with his father. Going forward another two and a half years, with Daiki now being 19 and his older brother being 21, Daiki learnt that his brother not only had become involved running narcotics for local gangsters, but he'd done so underneath the nose of the local Yakuza family. He learnt such when Yakuza gangsters intercepted him on his way back home from university one day, who were aware of the broken relation between the two and asked if he knew anywhere. While Daiki said he didn't, he took one of their mobile phone numbers and sought out his brother on his own. Since their parting, his father had found work at a local supermarket where he was now an assistant manager and while his recovery from alcoholism and sex addiction was slow, it was coming along; his brother, however, dropped out of school and got involved with local crime, which had landed him in his current position. Daiki tracked his brother to a local abandoned warehouse, where he found him and one of ihs accomplices surveying a trunk-load of narcotics. Daiki called the yakuza gangster's number to let him know, which later led to a major incident by local standards: a number of petty gangsters and dealers arrived to receive the narcotics where a number of yakuza gangsters pulled up shortly after, resulting in a major fight - strictly a brawl with some melee weapons, mind you, nothing too severe. When Daiki helped the Yakuza gangsters in the fight and outperformed even some of their own, he was later asked if he was looking for work. This is how Daiki became involved with the local Yakuza family - granted, once he proved himself. In a particular incident when Daiki was 24, Daiki became romantically invested with one of the women being used to make pornographic media, who expressed her desire to him to escape the industry. Daiki organised her escape, although the escape was foiled by other members of the family who had caught wind. In response, Daiki was given two choices by the oyabun - the family head: either present to him one of his severed fingers by midnight, or be hunted by the family. Shortly before 11 PM that night, Daiki entered the oyabun's household and presented the severed pinkie finger of his left hand, where he was then dismissed to go to hospital. Since then, Daiki has been serving the yakuza family faithfully, and remains doing so today. As of current, he's fairly influential within the family and informally fills the role of an enforcer, since having grown close to his lieutenant. He currently has his own apartment in the 20th ward where he lives with his faithful Staffordshire Bull Terrier, - who, admittedly, is spoilt to almost no end, but she's so gentle and loving that he can't help himself.
1,114	17	17	1,381	499	? "Actually, I wouldn't mind playing a few games with you gentlemen." Before the table of various tattooed men, a short, spindly man dressed up in red blazer approached them with a slow, care-free stride. A short glass of some sort of clear liquid idly drifting in one of his held up hands as a set of muted green brown eyes set upon the table along with a smile. "Of course, that's only if I'm welcome to. I'll admit, I haven't played Mahjong in quite a few years."	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,115	17	18	2,128	818	Ryuu Ouma -> Interactions: Natsuko Mizushima (via SMS) Ryuu slid the door to his family's home closed softly, shaking his head with an amused smile as his mother gave him a teasing goodbye. Pulling out his phone from his top pocket, the device flicked to life as he unlocked it to check the message he had received a few minutes prior. He quickly typed out a reply before returning the device to his pocket and pulling on his glossy black helmet as he reached his parked motorcycle. Meet you outside the shop at 4. Let you know about dinner plans then.] The device secure in his pocket, Ryuu turned the ignition of his bike and pumped the kick-starter, the supercharged engine roaring to life with a pronounced growl. Slowly pulling the vehicle away from the modest neighbourhood, he cruised along the roadways until he weaved onto the motorway where he opened up the engine and the powerful vehicle tore along the asphalt. Without a specific destination and nothing to pass the time, Ryuu simply enjoyed the feeling of the air rushing past him and the roaring engine between his legs until he spotted a small cafe not far from where he was. Shrugging to himself a little, he pulled off and guided the two-wheeler down the adjoining roadways of the 9th Ward. Parking not far away, he tucked his helmet under his arm before walking the short distance to the cafe. Reading the sign to himself, he gave a small half-smile at the cutely styled kitten-shaped plaque. "Black Cat Cafe, huh? Seems decent..." Stepping through the door, a small bell chiming his arrival, his gaze slowly crossed the quaint cafe. It was average size for a cafe, with maybe 20 or so tables, but it was comfortably warm and the scent of coffee was hanging in the air. The whole place was littered with black cat mofits, but it was tame enough to still be tasteful, like cat-shaped name badges and paw-prints on the cups and saucers. It was moderately busy with about half of the tables taken, but he found no difficulty in finding a free table thanks to the clean layout of the cafe. Settling into his seat, it didn't take long for a waitress to approach. With a small but charming half-smile, he gave his order. "I'll take a large espresso, black please." The waitress nodded with a smile of her own as she jotted it down in the small notepad resting in her breast pocket before disappearing behind the counter to prepare his drink. A few minutes later, a steaming cup was set down in front of him and he looked back at the waitress with another smile. "Thank you." With a light blush on her face, she quickly left to serve the other customers as Ryuu turned his attention back to the phone in his hand, or more specifically his 'dinner plans'. As a rule, he only hunted those undesired by society, such as serious criminals or predatory ghouls, so he was on the look out for a target that would fit the critera, and he had narrowed it down to two, one was a Yakuza group that frequented a Mahjong bar in the 20th ward, but the other... Tilting the china cup to his lips, he made up his mind. He has some 'reservations' to make in the 11th ward. Arashi Onahara Interactions: Tsubume Fukui The only sound to be heard in the quiet office was the slightly irregular 'thwip' of turning pages as a lone figure sat behind his desk, looking over the filed reports of some of the ghouls in his area of interest. Rank 1 Investigator Arashi had the files of several possible targets suspected to have been active in and around the 20th Ward: Theater Fox; Sinister; Chaos and Ronin to name a few. Flicking through a few pages of the former-most ghoul, eyes skimming over the unconfirmed reports of possible links to an illegal racing circuit, his concentration waved for the briefest moment as an electronic chime signalled the arrival of the Rank 2 that was supposed to be his partner-in-training. Finishing the report he was reading, he sent off a quick reply acknowledging the receptionist's heads-up before pulling himself from his seat and making his way down towards the main lobby. As he arrived, he was greeted by the sight of his new white-haired junior rapidly bowing to the bemused receptionist for what was possibly the fourth time in half as many weeks. Smoothly catching the projectile hair-band before it could impact his left cheek, he let his naturally cool expression to settle before he spoke, making his presence known to the girl as he bowed slightly in greeting. "Tsubume Fukui, I presume? My name is Arashi Onahara. We'll be working together from now on."	Arashi Onahara Species: Human Appearance: Standing at 6'1, Arashi is quite tall even for his age, and his body is well toned from years of intensive training, first as a high school Kenjutsu club member and later as a CCG Ghoul Investigator. His frame is littered with a few small scars here and there but he has no major scarring, with a single exception. 5 deep scars mark his forearm on his right arm, as if torn away by a clawed hand, which he covered with bandages at all times. Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Raiden: A Katana made from the kakuhou of a high A-rank Ukaku ghoul formerly known as 'Thunderbird', the weapon is extremely sharp, able to easily cut through a ghoul's body and can pass an electrical current down the length of the blade to stun, wound or otherwise incapacitate a target. The gimmick of the weapon is its ability to split and retract the blade down its length and fire a volley of electrified projectiles from the space between the halves of the blade. Personality: Arashi has a personality best described as composed but cold. He is able to adapt to most situations quickly and is highly analytical during combat, but he often isolates himself from his colleagues and tries to avoid social situations as best he can. He prefers to spend his time training or researching, all with the goal to better understand and eliminate the ghouls. He is slow to anger, but he doesn't tolerate stupid mistakes or time wasted during an operation. He is very clear-cut with his opinions and cares very little about if they may upset or offend someone, deeming emotional responses to be pointless if they don't achieve anything. Under that shell, however, he is a broken man plagued with guilt. This guilt drives him to become the best investigator he can, as to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from reoccurring. He is prone to breaking down whenever he is alone, and was even borderline suicidal for a short time. The trauma of what happened spawned his compulsion to isolate himself, as to not lose anyone else close to him, as well as his desire to constantly become stronger. Biography: Born as Arashi Kurosaki, he grew up in the 20th ward, Nerima, with his parents Kai and Hinata and his 4 year older sister Ai, Arashi had a happy home life, especially with the arrival of Naomi a year later. That changed, however, when he was 8. His family was killed and eaten by a starving, raving ghoul, and he very nearly killed himself until a Ghoul Investigator stepped in. This same investigator, a First Class Investigator named Inori Onohana, then adopted Arashi and began grooming him as an prospective investigator. Despite this, He progressed well though his regular education and studied at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He achieved good grades and was a member of the school's Kenjutsu club, even serving as a mentor to one of his kouhai, Ryuu Ouma (mentioned below), as he was just starting out. The pair became close friends and they often kept in touch, even after he graduated at 18 and left to join the CCG's training academy. Assisted by Inori's grooming, Arashi graduated from the normally two year academy in a single year, gaining the rank of Rank 2 Investigator at age 19. On his first assignment, however, his team was decimated in an unexpected attack by an SS-rank ghoul and he barely made it out alive, leaving him scarred in the process. Fuelled by the rage of losing his team and guilt of being the only survivor, he began to isolate himself and his fighting became more brutal and merciless. Because of his brutal effectiveness, he rose to Rank 1 Investigator about a month before his 23rd birthday. It has been 9 months since his promotion. Ryuu Ouma Species: Ghoul Appearance: Ryuu stands at 6ft even when stood up, and has the body type of someone very active, but not having undergone any weight training, like a swimmer or archer. He typically wears a long, hooded red coat that falls just past his knees, with a dark grey t-shirt, black jeans and black laceless boots underneath. Ghoul Mask: An angular carbon-black mask with armoured plates bolted to the lower face, temples and either side of the forehead with reflective red one-way lenses. Decorated with two deeply engraved claw marks diagonally crossing the left eye/lens, painted red to stand out. Mask worn under hood, the lower face can be opened to allow feeding without removing the mask. Aliases: 'Ronin' Age: 22 Gender: Male Personality: Ryuu has a very calm personality, but still shows plenty of emotion. While not prone to outbursts, he is good at keeping his emotions in check, even under great stress, but his eyes are the most expressive part of his face and are a good indicator of how he's feeling for those attentive to detail. While not overly so, he is quite friendly with others, once you get past his light sarcasm and slightly dark humour. He is intelligent and likes things he can apply his mind to, such as playing chess in his spare time, but he tries to be humble about it. He also dislikes people that bully those weaker than them, as he believes everyone, ghoul or human, should be given a chance to make something with their lives rather than be downtrodden and held back because of something like privileges or disadvantages. When undergoing ghoul activities, he is quite open with his intelligence as he spends a lot of time trying to outsmart and hide from the CCG, so he usually has a backup plan for anything that might go wrong. He is also quite honourable with his opponents, often refusing to fight an unarmed Investigator or much weaker ghoul. Despite this, if his life or someone close to him is threatened, he will fight to kill. This attitude, coupled with the stolen katana Quinque (details below), lead to the CCG assigning him the alias 'Ronin'. He has a respectful attitude towards the dead, and hates meaningless death, but will still eat the corpses of his enemies for sustenance. Biography: Originally born in the 3rd ward, he and his parents, Kurosu (His father, a Bikaku) and Haruka (His mother, a Ukaku), moved to the 20th ward when he was 6, after the birth of his younger brother Shu (a rare Bikaku/Ukaku Chimera). In an attempt to seem more human, the Ouma family took up normal jobs as a chemist and a newspaper journalist respectively, while the two brothers enrolled at school. Taught by their parents to hide their ghoul nature, they survived on the corpses of suicide victims and leftovers from other ghouls. Ryuu progressed smoothly through his education, eventually enrolling at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He took an interest in swords and swordplay and quickly signed up for the Kenjutsu club, where he was paired with his upperclassman Arashi Onohana (mentioned above). The two became close friends, but Ryuu was always extremely cautious in hiding his ghoul nature from the older boy. When he graduated from high school, he enrolled at Tokyo Institute of Technology in the 9th ward, on an advanced 6-year Engineering degree and is currently still studying there. As he grew up, he was careful to avoid the eye of the CCG, like he was taught by his parents, primarily feeding from left over corpses and suicide victims. When he moved to the 9th ward, however, he began to hunt for his own food, mainly other predatory ghouls and undesirable humans like Yakuza or gangsters. Because of this, he has had more than a few run-ins with the CCG. In his first encounter, he was nearly killed by a young investigator as he was trapped in a series of narrow corridors, meaning he couldn't effectively use his Kagune. When he finally managed to defeat the investigator, he claimed the investigator's katana quinque as a trophy of his survival. He has since had a few more run-ins, each time resulting in either victory or a narrow escape, sometimes even collecting his defeated enemy's quinque as a token of victory. He earns some money as a motorcycle mechanic in the 9th ward when not on campus or out hunting, and owns a 2015 Kawasaki Ninja H2R, modified to be road legal. He enjoys riding as a recreational activity and competitive (and illegal) street racing, as well as commuting between his apartment and the university or just getting around in general. He knows his way around a motorcycle like the back of his hand, having been riding and repairing since he was 17, so he can hot-wire one in an emergency, if need be. Rating: A Kagune: Ryuu's kagune is unusual for its type as it is an purple silver Bikaku taking the form a long blade connected to the base of his spine by a line of crystalline armoured plates covering his spine and travelling down his right arm. This blade encases his right arm and is extremely sharp able to cut though most other types of kagune with enough effort (barring Koukaku, of course). Although he can slightly change its length, the blade is usually about 6ft long and thusly unsuited to indoor fighting because of its large size. To cover this, Ryuu collects quinques from fallen investigators. So far, he has collected two folding straight-bladed shortswords, a large dagger and a simple but very sharp katana, which is his first and primary weapon. RC Type: Bikaku
1,116	17	19	1,381	499	Kaito Mori The newcomer's odd snickering and uncomfortable jaw movement made the charcoal black haired boy scroll his eyes up to the TV as well. He bit his upper lip. Looks like he's freaked out too, aren't we all. I really wish I had something concrete....I just hope I'll be able to find something tonight. Reaching up on the table to click a button on the tablet's edge, Kaito picked up the blue cased device and brought it into his lap as he looked to Katsuo for the question. "Oh I uh, I just work at a grocery store. Goro's General Goods and Grocer. I haven't gotten a super involved job yet since I'm still in collage. I was thinking of going into prop design since I do a bit of it on the side." Tilting the tablet up into a vertical position, he propped his arms on it. "What about you guys? Oh, and I'm Kaito by the way." Nearby Television As the man would sit and idly ponder his plans for the night's meal, the sound coming from a small, flat-screened television sitting on the wall behind him would suddenly become more noticeable. A small blue and white slider at the bottom of the screen's display showing that someone, likely one of the various waiter's in the cafe, had touched the volume switch on the devices remote and turned it up significantly. "We've also gained recent reports of violent activity. Be aware that the images shown in this report, will be graphic in nature." The clearly dyed blonde female reporter pursed her rosy red lips as she looked down to her desk to fumble with some sort of paper, before the scene cut away to what looked to be footage from a recent crime scene. Yellow tape stretched across an extremely lengthy gap between two small apartment buildings, obscuring most of the empty lot. Men and woman dressed in black suits and hat stood by and chatted with each other in hurried whispers, while other people of importance in suits of white and grey moved to look beyond the yellow tape as the camera followed behind them. "For the past week, this has been the daily grind for many Police and CCG Investigators that frequent the area of the 12th and 15th Wards." The blonde's assertive and serious tone voiced over the footage as the scene switched once again, but this time to a static image. A man no younger than fifty, with balding scalp and an errie smile, lay on the concrete staring at space. His clean polo and jeans showing no rips or tears, his arms were neatly positioned straight at his sides, and his legs pointed straight down to form a perfect line. Though if one looked to the balding man's neck, it appeared to be bent at an irregular angle. The flesh bulging out and the veins beneath causing the peachy skin to bleed into a purplish color. "A string of murders, each with victims left in a similar position. Though a broken neck is the assured cause of death for all of these victims, the method of killing, and the identity of the killer, has many members of the law perplexed." The scene shifted once again, this time to an extremely blurred image of what looked to be a figure bathed in white. The lean figure looming over the edge of a brick walled building. A white cloak obscuring the figures face, upper body, and legs, though one of the figure's spindly arms stuck out from the cloth. A glinting oblong object in their grasp. "This is the only image a lone photographer was able to capture of the killer before he was assaulted in the back of the head by an unknown assailant. The nickname given to this killer is 'Poltergeist', their methods always seeming to have them escaping the scene of the crime at nearly the exact moment that law enforcement appears, and as shown before, leave no mess of the body. Questions of whether the killer is human or Ghoul has been a hot topic of debate. For no visible Kagune has been confirmed by the CCG patrols on the sightings, and there has been no evidence of feedings. Though, impressive speed and dexterity has been noted on several occasions."	Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.
1,117	17	20	1,306	383	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward ~ Del Real Cafe ~ Akihiko narrowed his eyes as the guy muttered what he did. So, he's one as well. Something, just something was telling him that even though he said what he did it was still off. The whole demeanor of the guy was off, so he would make sure to keep up his guard. Even if he was a ghoul, the same as himself, there were some that were quite the violent kind. They were also the ones that not only gave ever ghoul a bad name, but also fueled the whole idea that all ghouls were simple murderers. Just the idea that this guy could be one of those set Akihiko off. Either way, he was going to keep his smiling face and friendly personality since he was given at least that. Right after hearing what Kaito had said Akihiko choked on his coffee. He slammed the coffee on the table, and stood up to get a few napkins as he had also dropped some coffee on his sweater. Going up to the counter to ask for some cold water he walked back to the table in shock. "You're in college?!" He had thought Kaito was nothing more than a boy, and a boy who was skipping school at that... Trying to compose himself, and clean up the mess that he made he then gave a slight bow to the bo- man that he had possibly offended. "I apologize for making a mess at your table, and for calling you a kid. You just don't seem to look much older than a middle school skippie..." Realizing he had once again possibly offended the guy he slightly bowed once again. "I apologize..."	Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku
1,118	18	0	681	986	The Hunter sniffs the air. No scent. Again. The humans that were once abundant for feeding were becoming more scarce. The hive leader called, not aloud, but by mental command. The Hunter knew the signals and where to meet by a thought that was little more than "Come." Hunters from all around were closing in on the alley that the Hunter-Leader resided. Each Hunter was required to bring a piece of meat from a human to the Hunter-Leader as sacrifice. This time, one of the Hunters didn't, as a challenge to the current Hunter-Leader. The Hunter-Leader and its challenger faced off in a battle to the death. It's rare for there to be a Leader being challenged, but this particular day, one particular Hunter was feeling strong. The two faced off. The Leader lunged first, aiming a blow to the Challenger's head, but the Challenger blocked with its arms crossed over its head. The Challenger counters with two consecutive swipes at the Leader's gut. One of its swipes making contact, the Leader momentarily doubles over from the swipe's piercing of the skin. The Challenger uses the moment to hit the Leader over the head with both fists, and continuously hitting the Leader until it concedes. Noting the plea, the Challenger backs off the now-defeated Leader. The Leader transfers its control, which is an earpiece that has a bug on the end of it, which is the source of the Hive mind. The victorious Challenger inserts the earpiece and is immediately struck by the bug's bite. The ex-Leader now smirks as it sees the new Leader in such pain, where there is the moment of individuality among the Hunters until the bug makes the neurological link between it and the small part of the Hunters' brains that allows for interconnectivity, as though they had Hunter-Brain Wi-Fi. Once the link was made, the new Leader took all the meat that was set for sacrifice, as its right as Leader. This is the world now. The hunters hunt humans. If there aren't enough humans, they turn on each other. All of the giant-souled beings have moved to Euro-Merica. Land masses have shifted, and bodies of water are in new locations. Many houses are now flooded, while places are newly emerged from the ocean. You need to figure out what's going on. Why the Hunters? Why the giant-souled beings? How? Along with any questions of your own. This is your world.	Name: Kelly Mason Appearance: Link- Age: 18 Weapon: Baseball bat, Switchblade Skills (3): Running, Scavenging, Cooking Positive Personality Traits: - Optimistic - Brave - Tough Negative Personality Traits: - Attention span of a gnat - Reckless - Might like hitting things a bit too much Background: Before the this whole Hunter thing started, Kelly lived with her father. Her parents were divorced, but she lived a pretty fine life. Got B's and C's, shared a love of sports with her father, and got in a couple fist fights with boys at school. She took care of herself most of the time, as her fathers worked caused him to be away from home often. She was supposed to graduate from high school, but that got cancelled for obvious reasons. (Flesh eating humanoids? Not the best graduates.) By the time the hunters moved into her community, Kelly had put all of her sports and camping gear into use, including her favorite bat. She gave up trying to buy things, instead just scavenging from stores and doing what she could to get by. Being very active came in handy, and she is able to scout around and scavenge with minimal trouble. Not too long after she stopped going to school, and her father disappeared one day. She tries to keep an eye out for him, but there has been no trace. She knows her mother is dead, but hasn't given up hope that somehow her father made it. She ended up passing out after a supply trip, and when she awoke she found a tattoo on her hand that definitely hadn't been there before.
1,119	18	1	352	191	Adrian neared the bar, its clapboard figure sandwiched in-between two similarly sized shops, whose weathered brick storefronts were stained with human and Hunter blood, if you can call it that. The dirt street's stately rows of cottonwoods shaded the couple of bodies and single car who had taken up residence there, effectively providing any nearby carnivores with an adequate meal. Once he'd reached the doorway, whose door and hinges were nowhere to be found, Adrian began investigating the interior. The night before, as he was scouting the area, he'd noticed numerous flashes of light from within the building, and had hoped to find some fellow survivors. However, to his dismay, he discovered nothing of the sort. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of upturned deer antlers that'd once lined the wall next to mawkish paintings of birds taking flight, which where on the floor as well. Broken glass covered much of the hardwood floor and whatever beer promos had ended up there too. The bar was lined with empty bottles of both liquor and medicine, which likely belonged to the owner of the small cot that was hurriedly positioned in between the bar itself and the adjacent liquor cabinet. Torn and nearly overturned, it was of no use to Adrian, who instead filled his backpack with the few cigarettes and untouched beer cans that were left over from the visitor. Since it was clear that there wasn't much else of use in that particular room, hewalked to the wall farthest away from the entrance, where he discovered a door that, although not possessing a conventional lock of any sort, was very clearly jammed by something on the other side. Curious as to what that might be and if there was anything of use behind it, he, not wanting to attract any nearby Hunters or humans, quietly knocked on the door with as much force as such a low volume would allow.	Name Adrian Appearance Thanks to the many years he has under his belt, Adrian looks very much like a Hunter himself, with sunken eyes and a curl, downturned mouth that does nothing but contribute to his already cadaverous look. He's beardless and sports close-cropped white hair, typical of someone his age, and has dark, harsh eyes that seem to spin wildly at every single stimuli offered to them. On top of his heavy build he wears a variety of checkered shirts that he carries along with him and raggedy jeans, whose many cuts and tears are equal to the amount their owner possesses on his face. He stands at just below six feet in height. Along with this, he carries around a relatively new, albeit quite worn, backpack that stores numerous objects of importance, including a gas mask and a flashlight. Age Mid-sixties. Weapon Along with his signature steel-toed boots that are capable of incapacitating others with a mere well-placed kick, Adrian tends to carry around whatever he can find scavenging in his expansive backpack, such as kitchen knives and a rusted hatchet. Skills Carpentry, brute strength, proficiency with a blade. Positive Personality Traits - Light eater. - Outdoorsman. - Thick-skinned. Negative Personality Traits - Short-tempered. - Light drinker. - Stubborn. Background Adrian hails from a relatively typical suburb just outside of the Rust Belt, where he volunteered as a sherif when he wasn't enjoying the spoils of a Midwestern retirement. He had served as medic in the Gulf conflict as a twenty-something following his enrollment in some backwater practitioner's school and, upon coming home, worked at a clinic as a general doctor. By the time he'd reached forty, he was a father to two and a recent divorcee, what with having a disloyal wife and all. Following his kids' enrollment and subsequent finishing of college, he moved from the generic East Coast city he'd spent the majority of his life westward, eventually settling in the aforementioned village. As of the outbreak, he's living alone, with his wife and kids being somewhere out east.
1,120	19	0	2,084	884	As I was sleeping, my phone was ringing, it was I think it was 8:05, I smile cause is the first day of school and my new life as a seven grader, so I got dress I look at the old photo of me and my club back when I was in the six grade. No time to waste I bush my teeth, I eat and I got on my bike and I ride. As I was riding I see stores opening up, I see elementary schoolers running while giggling to their school and I see middle schoolers talking to our school. I take a deep breath and say "I think this is going to be the greatest school year ever!"	Name: Dawn Lovat nickname(s): Aurora, Sunshine Age: 12 School Year: grade 7 School type: middle school Gender: girl Sexuality: Homosexuality Relationship Status: i'm not going to tell anyone~ June jones Likes: Video games, Cats, reading, teasing (in a friendship way), June Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty, being bored, evil high schoolers Personality: Dawn is generally charismatic, sociable, wise-cracking and highly intelligent but mostly sarcastic she know round the parts of being a middle school and making deals with clubs and gangs, even tho her sarcastic ways she is actually really care about her friends in her clubs Bio: When you met Dawn you think she a bored person and lazy to do anything but you are wrong she can go round in deadly situations and make some great deals to get the other clubs off her back but you don't how she got in the phoenix club, when she in the 6 grade she was bullied a lot because her Sexuality until one day when some bullies was picking on her until a club approaches and that club was phoenix Club ! so after the brawl it was that day she want to join their club so after so many training she was accept in, where she met June Jones, so after so many days of summer she was back from school and now in 7 grade she was ready to face whatever can face her! Weapon: double BB guns Skills: Dawn can talk her ways out in deadly situations even if they all go wrong Club: phoenix Club it a secret so don't tell nobody~ Other: Dawn have a older sister, Dawn don't like to say it but she love singing but she can only sing when she's alone.
1,121	19	1	2,084	884	I was so happy that didn't see the guy that was walking in the sidewalk, I quickly stop my bike was close about hitting a high schooler. "hoops hehehe sorry about man, I didn't think I was riding fast"	Name: Dawn Lovat nickname(s): Aurora, Sunshine Age: 12 School Year: grade 7 School type: middle school Gender: girl Sexuality: Homosexuality Relationship Status: i'm not going to tell anyone~ June jones Likes: Video games, Cats, reading, teasing (in a friendship way), June Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty, being bored, evil high schoolers Personality: Dawn is generally charismatic, sociable, wise-cracking and highly intelligent but mostly sarcastic she know round the parts of being a middle school and making deals with clubs and gangs, even tho her sarcastic ways she is actually really care about her friends in her clubs Bio: When you met Dawn you think she a bored person and lazy to do anything but you are wrong she can go round in deadly situations and make some great deals to get the other clubs off her back but you don't how she got in the phoenix club, when she in the 6 grade she was bullied a lot because her Sexuality until one day when some bullies was picking on her until a club approaches and that club was phoenix Club ! so after the brawl it was that day she want to join their club so after so many training she was accept in, where she met June Jones, so after so many days of summer she was back from school and now in 7 grade she was ready to face whatever can face her! Weapon: double BB guns Skills: Dawn can talk her ways out in deadly situations even if they all go wrong Club: phoenix Club it a secret so don't tell nobody~ Other: Dawn have a older sister, Dawn don't like to say it but she love singing but she can only sing when she's alone.
1,122	20	0	1,567	59	Garik Antocha was in one of many mission briefing rooms on the Star Destroyer Tyrant, seated in front of his squadron leader, Flight Captain Kael. Garik, along with over half the other pilots in the room with him, had only recently been brought in as replacements for the heavy losses the squadron had sustained during the battle of Turkana. The feeling from the survivors was palpable in room. They wanted revenge, and Imperial Central Command had only been too happy to offer them the opportunity. A large rebel presence had been discovered in the Tion Hegemony, a state that had been generously granted some amount of autonomy despite it's Seperatist ties during the Clone Wars. The Tyrant was being sent to attack one of the rebel bases within the region, as well as the planet that had been harboring them. Codenamed Operation Strike Fear, Kael outlined the squadron's mission. "Once we exit hyperspace, our group will be responsible for establishing orbital superiority over the planet. While First Squadron stays back in reserve, Third Squadron and us will be out front on reconnaissance. We're the tip of the spear today, pilots. Follow your flight commanders, and remember your training." It wasn't long before Kael dismissed the squadron to their craft, and the more veteran pilots began filing out of the room. The others, like Garik, hadn't been acquainted yet. Operation Strike Fear would be their first mission together, and some miniscule part of Garik felt compelled to get a good hard look at who would be flying with him. Against his better judgement he approached the wing-man he had been assigned, Lieutenant Cora Tarneia, and inspected her like an instructor from the Academy might, maybe for a little too long. Her hair seemed to meet military regulation, which made a good first impression on him. He tried to find the right words to say to her, but ended out blurting: "Lieutenant Antocha. Don't get me killed."	Name: Garik Antocha Age: 27 Gender: Male Garik is a very serious looking individual, rarely betraying any kind of emotion past anger. Physically he is a thin, slender young man who is pushing the maximum height authorized by the Imperial pilot corp. His most striking feature are his eyes, which have often been described as intense if not inquisitive. Finally, in keeping with military standards, he keeps his hair cut short and his face clean shaven. Garik is a hard worker and an intellectual. It's what helped him become an above average starfighter pilot, because while he lacked a natural talent for flying, he made up for it by spending every waking moment training in the simulators or learning about his craft. But one thing he's always struggled in is combat outside a starfighter. He's never been able to perfect his marksmanship with a blaster or make any real gains when it comes to his physique. In addition, Garik has some deep rooted issues stemming from the sudden lose of his father, issues that will sometimes hamper his ability to think straight. Garik lives by a sense code of honor instilled by his father at an early age, one that emphasises selfless service, personal courage and moral integrity. This will sometimes clash with Imperial doctrine, as he has a hard time placing the mission first and sacrificing his comrades, and is reluctant to follow through on orders he deems morally questionable. However, at the end of the day, Garik is a soldier, and will typically follow any order given to him. The death of Garik's father also left a serious impact on him. In his mind, he needed to honor his memory by following in his footsteps, and became obsessed with making his dead father proud of him by tirelessly dedicating himself to the Imperial Navy. During this time, Garik also became increasingly more distant while he toiled over his studies. He shut his family and friends out. He gave up the pursuit of happiness, robbing him of a normal childhood. He bottled his emotions up and became distant, growing up to become an austere, introverted young man and leading him to lash out at others, sometimes unreasonably. It wasn't until recently, when Garik began to fly, that he found his escape. Garik was a Generational. His father had died fighting Seperatists during the Clone Wars, his mother had been a nurse in the Republic Medical Corps, and his ancestors before him had a long and steeped history of serving in the Republic Navy. In addition, Garik was a native of the planet Anaxes. He had been raised on a world where the Empire was seen as peacekeepers and hailed as heroes by the people. Naturally this, combined with his ancestral history, inspired Garik to follow in his family's footsteps. His performance in the Imperial Sub-Adult Group and cadets reflected this desire, though it came at a cost. While other children lived a life of imaginary adventure outdoors, Garik spent much of his free time in deep study at home, and largely lived a solitary life, his only friends being the protocol droids his mother would use to tutor him. While Garik ultimately aspired to be the captain of his own ship, because of his high marks in the Imperial Academy and the demand for high rate pilots in the face of a growing rebellion, he was enrolled against his wishes in the Tir flight school onboard the Star Destroyer Inflexible. Luckily, from the moment he first stepped into the cockpit of a real starfighter, he was hooked. No longer was his free time spent nose-deep in his academic studies, but instead in the training simulators of a TIE/IN starfighter. He thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being a starfighter pilot, so much so that when an opportunity to transfer out of flight school and into the command crew of a Star Destroyer finally presented itself to Garik, he denied the chance to continue his career in the Imperial pilot corp.
1,123	20	1	2,221	185	Cora sat patiently still during the briefing, observing Flight Captain Kael as he spoke. The woman had crossed her legs and upon her lap rested her datapad. During briefing she’d note down every once in a while, trying to figure out how she felt about the whole scenario. Indeed, the flight school was over, but their first mission – her first mission was affected by the survivors of Turkana’s lust for revenge. But it was only fair, as much as it worried Cora. However, the new squadron to which she had been assigned, had no emotions concerning the situation, seeing as they had not participated in the battle. At least Cora prayed they didn’t. She wasn’t especially keen on being shot down on her first run. As the briefing came to an end, Cora stood up and quickly dusted off her black uniform and gave her ponytail a quick tuck. Her eyes glanced around the room, observing the seasoned pilots as they went about their business. They reminded her much of the workers back home on Balmorra, all going about their business in their matching uniforms. Still, they carried different expressions. Some were cheery, eager to finally acquire the opportunity for revenge that they so heavily sought after. Some looked ever so melancholic. Perhaps they had lost a wingman, a friend? Cora became still in her observation, still clinging onto the datapad, holding it against the bottom of her imperial shirt. It wasn’t until she was approached that she reacted. The pilot inspected her for an unusual amount of time, which she finally noticed. Cora turned her head to return the favour, finding him almost scanning her as if she was a droid. "Lieutenant Antocha. Don't get me killed." Garik blurted out all of a sudden. Cora blinked for a second before she recognized him from the message she had received, when she was assigned to the squad. Caught slightly off guard, Cora extended her hand just as she spoke. “Do you greet all girls like that, Lieutenant Antocha?” she carefully smiled, before continuing. “Lieutenant Tarneia, but I’m assuming you already knew that, no?” Cora observed him with a curious, yet careful gaze. Flight school had done what it could to get used to meeting strangers, but she wasn’t exactly a natural. There was an attempt, at least. “We’ve been assigned as wingmen if I’m not mistaken, right? I’ve not met anyone else from the squadron yet, have you?” Cora asked as she once again wrapped her arms around the datapad and let her emerald green eyes look around, to reinforce her question.	Name: Cora Tarneia Age: 23 Gender: Female Cora stands slightly shorter than the average female human, along with a fairly regular build. The young woman definitely does not have an overly muscular build, but nonetheless is in a fitting physical shape for the Imperial army. Her chocolate copper hair is usually kept in a ponytail or a neat knot, to prevent it from getting in the way during work. During flight missions as a bomber, Cora is exceptionally calm and precise (at least during the practice runs), however, her dogfighting skills is nothing out of the ordinary. Just so, her blaster rifle aim isn’t particularly amazing, though her pistol aim is slightly better. Cora has always had a fear of caves, and generally being underground. This mostly being due to trauma as a child, watching a cave collapse on a group of miners. She isn’t overly welcoming of alien races, again, due to her positive view on the Empire. Cora always had a light-hearted nature and a curiosity for the vast universe. Though she isn’t particularly outgoing at first, due to spending most her childhood with her close family, and rarely meeting too many new people, besides the friends of her father and mother. Even though she has the basic Imperial trooper training, she never was an extraordinary with a blaster rifle (Her pistol aim was far better, that saying a lot.) nor fighter pilot. It was as a bomber pilot she found her spot. Her intelligence and focus during flight made for an excellent bomber, especially concerning smaller and harder-to-hit targets. Being raised on Balmorra Cora wasn’t taught to question the Empire, as it supposedly was them that supplied her father with pay, and allowed them to live a fairly peaceful life. Born on the planet of Balmorra, Cora was used to the Imperial presence. With the planet developing and producing weaponry for the Empire, there wasn’t much space for ever considering “Is it wrong?”. Her father was in charge of an engineering section in one of the weapon factories on Balmorra, and her mother stayed at home raising Cora and her twin-brother Damien. During their childhood the two played as much as they could, pretending to be flying in TIE fighters, or defeating the rebellious Jedi as a mighty Sith, the possibilities were endless. By the age of ten years old Cora and her brother started fiddling around with whatever their father brought home from the factory, all sorts of defect or outdated technology. Cora, especially, caught an early interest in the engineering. Alas, engineering was not her destiny. When Cora came of age the Empire offered her a place within the Imperial Army, as a ‘reward’ for her father’s loyal service through the years. Seeing it as her best opportunity to get off from Balmorra and have a chance to see what else the galaxy contained, she said yes. Just so, her brother Damien agreed to come along as well. The two parted ways after the basic training. Damien pursued a career as a trooper, whilst Cora rediscovered a childhood love for Starfighters. She entered flight school as soon as she could, taking a basic course as a TIE/LN Starfighter pilot. Soon, she found an interest in the TIE/sa bomber. Without hesitation she pursued training as a bomber pilot.
1,124	20	2	379	1,837	Lieutenant Amos angrily ran through his preflight checks. The stims he'd just injected into his thigh didn't help his attitude one bit either. He had skipped out on the briefing halfway through to get his ship ready early, and self-medicate. Once his diagnostics were complete, he continued to fiddle with the seal on his face mask as an increasingly bothersome itch had started to develop on his nose. Fucking Vaccies and their bullshit atmo-suits, he thought. He had in fact just been transferred to the Tyrant from his previous posting in the bush. Amos had been what the "Vac Heads" referred to as a "Ground Hog". He was used to flying in atmosphere in support of Stormtrooper operations on the ground. Smoking savages from the heavens was his forte, not this bullshit in vacuum. He double checked the concealed blaster pistol he kept in his flight suit and the folding vibroblade he kept on his harness, useless to him in vacuum, but he felt naked without the tools of his previous trade. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Corpses on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate...now he was stuck in the proverbial meat grinder. Amos hailed his new wingman, "Marick this is Lieutenant Amos, I believe we're saddled together for the rodeo tonight."	Name: Marc Rlyeh Age: 24 Gender: Male Marc is surprising tall man and often mistaken for an army grunt due to his well muscled body. From his childhood on Dantooine, Marc has gained a number of scars from working on his family's farm. On his left arm he has the name of his daughter Angela and his soon to be wife Anya tattooed on his right arm. Marc is a natural Fighter pilot, At home amidst the Havoc that is Space dog fighting He is a terror to a trained rebel pilot. As a bomber pilot he is barely average. On the blaster range Marc is considered slightly below average with rifles and average with a pistol. Due to both his criminal record and knowing that Marc's sister is a known rebel, there are some who feel he doesn't belong in the cockpit of a fighter. When it comes to hand to hand fighting Marc shows remarkable skill in defending himself. Regardless of what most people would say, Marc is a surprisingly good person. While he isn't the friendliest person for those who call him a friend have found themselves glad to have taken the chance to speak with him. When with his squad mates or friends he is a very easy going man, often cracking he occasional joke and play a hand or two of cards. Marc is a proud and loving father, just trying to support his daughter back home. Born to a family on Dantooine Marc was the first of three kids. Marc grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere with his neighbors being two hours away. Like most children he once had dreams, more then anything he wanted to go to school and become a doctor on some other world far way from Dantooine. Sadly fate had other ideas in mind. As the eldest it was his job to help support his family. Instead of school Marc was working around the farm. For much of his youth Marc's life was the farm, there was no time for what little social life a nobody farmer could find in the middle of nowhere. For years he watched his sister live the life he wanted. Kara, the eldest of his younger siblings, was sent to school. First it was the tiny school on dantooine then private tutors when they could pay for one. Marc had come to peace with his lot, he would stay a nobody farmer who never did anything with his life. His life would change when he Met Anya. Like Marc Anya was the eldest daughter of a farmer, they had met a few times when they went to the space port to sell their crops and they became quick friends.what little spare time he had Marc spent them with Anya On dantooine friendships were rare,unless you were old enough to go the the cantina there were few chances to meet people. As they both grew older their friendship grew. Soon the friendship would become something more. Marc found himself thinking of but her. Her long strtrawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and a smile that seemed to make all his troubles go way. Marc was 16 when he told he loved her. For six months they dated until Anya told she was pregnant. It was the greatest day of his life when Marc found out, but also the worst. Not two days after he found out the news, imperial officals pounded on his door. They were looking for his sister, as it turned out Kara had come into with Rebel sympathizers. She believed in the cause, and joined at the first chance she got. For just being her brother he was arrested and charged as a traitor, when it was found not did he not any connections with the rebels instead of asking for death he was given an option. Serve in the military, where he was expected to die, or go to prison.
1,125	20	3	595	668	As Charlie sat in the briefing, listening to the Captain, he couldn't help the grin on his face as they were told they were going to establish superiority. That meant dogfighting, and that was the kind of thing that could get him on the map. In the TIE corps, kills got you noticed, and once you were noticed you could start going places. Of course, Charlie had his eyes on a captaincy of his own vessel, not spending all his days as some adrenaline jockey pilot. The Captain dismissed them with the order to remember their training, and the vets filed out not long after. Raising his eyebrow at the brusque approach of one of his fellow pilots to meeting his wingmate, some pretty little brunette. Just as Charlie got up to cut in, however, his COM chirped and then he heard the voice of his fellow pilot issuing forth "Marick this is Lieutenant Amos, I believe we're saddled together for the rodeo tonight." Charlie raised an eyebrow at that, and with a glance noted that Amos wasn't in the room. Ah yes, he was the one who had left the briefing halfway through, wasn't he? The Captain wouldn't like that, though if he did well enough in the field that may just get forgiven. Charlie didn't want to stay shackled to this guy though, after all being associated with some loose cannon could hinder his path to glory. He'd have to try and swap wingmates with someone after this flight, perhaps Lieutenant Jinnau would be willing to fly with him. Shaking his head of these thoughts, Charlie keyed his COM and said easily "Amos huh? This is ell-tee Marick, but you can call me Charlie. We'll be watching each others' six on this flight to be sure, so lets keep each other alive eh? I'm heading to the hangar to look over my machine, but if you're interested in talking, let me know when I get there." Striding from the room with a light jaunt, he noted a few veterans remained near the room in a small clump, glaring as Charlie walked past. They sure didn't seem to care for the rookies, though if the rebels were only as effective as Charlie had heard then they'd be stuck with the new pilots for awhile. Reaching the hangar after a few minutes of taking elevators and corridors, Charlie strode to his fighter with a wide smile. Say what you will about flying a TIE, and Charlie had plenty to say, but these machines were downright majestic. Looking it over, he noted maintenance finishing work on his fighter and moving to the next. That was good then, that meant it would be perfectly operational for the flight. Charlie quickly began looking it over himself, his experiences on ships his whole life meant pre-flight checks were no big deal. Sliding into the cockpit and powering it up, Charlie powered up his instrument panel and began checking systems. Sublight engines, green to go, armament read armed and ready, cockpit gyros were properly calibrated, life support was online, locator beacon was prepped and ready, and the ejection seat was armed. Charlie chuckled at that, an ejection seat in a vacuum fighter was a semi-hilarious concept, even if he knew it was more meant to be used by those pilots who were in atmo. His fighter was good to go, his suit had been checked earlier, and his wingman was..."Well, I guess two out of three good things is alright, and hey, maybe Amos won't be so bad..." The stray though struck Charlie as he chuckled again, powering the instrument panel back down.	Name: Charlie R. Marick Age: 21 Gender: Male Attributes: Sharp reflexes, Fast Learner, Poor Upper Body Strength, Easily Winded Personality: Charlie is sharp as a tack and looking to make his own way in the galaxy. He's ambitious, though not quite enough to do what some would deem necessary to feed it. He passes himself off as a very easygoing guy, usually laughing at something or cracking jokes. He's a glory hound at heart, willing to take any risk to get where he's going. Biography: Charlie was born on the freighter Providence to the ship's captain, the child of a brief fling she'd had in port. Growing up, Charlie rarely felt the pull of natural gravity, and even more rarely did he leave the vessel he was born on. Charlie's mother did well enough that ends met without issue, but they were far from wealthy. The Empire was good to the single mother and son, as the pair often served to resupply one of its remote outposts. The crew of that outpost often offered rations when money became too tight, a bed after long humps, and companionship for the young man, even if only in the form of army troopers and navy pilots. Charlie had no formal schooling, but was well educated by his mother and all the books he could read. It didn't take the young man long to realize that his mother and he hardly had the grandest life. So, he resolved he would make a far better life for himself, aspiring to be one of the Grand Moffs he saw seated in thrones of authority, surrounded by wealth. He dedicated himself to this, researching successful political campaigns everywhere he could, and when he couldn't he learned math, science, other things he'd need to ensure he never made a fool of himself. And so, after his twentieth birthday, he was off to the navy academy, lusting after a command of his own so that he could claim glory and the eye of those in power. For now, however, his fast reflexes saw him sent to TIE training, where he flourished, much to his chagrin.
1,126	20	4	364	1,539	If there was one thing Nova Jinnau hated about being female it was the god damn gynecological exams. The doctor droid is always so damn cold then there was it's personality. The stupid doctor droid made her miss the briefing. She quickly got in her flight suit and began running to her Tie. On the way she called Marc Rlyeh. "Sorry Marc. Stupid doctor droid insisted on doing my exam or I wouldn't be cleared for flight. On the way to hangar bay now. Meet you there, you'll have to catch me up on the briefing." She kept running to the hangar bay. Once she got there she immediately grabbed her helmet and began looking for her Tie.	Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.
1,127	20	5	1,567	59	Garik immediately frowned after her first question. Did he greet all girls like that? No, he didn't. He didn't typically greet anyone. In the back of his head, he already regretted his decision to say anything to her. For all he knew, one of them was going to get shot down in their first battle, making the whole conversation a waste of time. He should've just kept his head down and went on his way. But it was too late now, he thought, as she extended her hand. Slowly, he reached out and uncomfortably shook it until she stopped him, glaring at her eyes the entire time. It wasn't until the handshake was over that he replied to any of her questions. "Yes.. you're my wingman. And no. You're the first one I've spoken to." Looking around, Garik realized that the two were the only ones remaining, and began to leave as well. Aruptly, he stopped in the doorway when he had a moment of sudden clarity. Training was over. Unlike his simulations, if he died out in space, he was going to die for real. For a brief moment, his composure broke, and fear washed over his face. In his moment of weakness, he turned towards Cora. Quietly, he told her. "Hey Lieutenant.. when we're out there.. just.. I'll watch your back. You watch mine. Deal?" Tion Cluster, Outer Rim Territories Clariv, Sector Caluula Operation: Strike Fear (0 BBY) 2/205th Imperial Fighter Group "This is Aurek Leader! Six rebel fighters just-" Captain Kael cried out before his transmission was cut short. He had split the squadron into three flights, keeping them spread thin as they scouted the Tyrant's path to Clariv, home of the rebel base. Far from any help the Star Destroyer could send, which was staged just outside the system, the Captain and his flight had been caught totally off guard when a group of T-65 X-Wings jumped out of hyperspace in front of him and attacked. In short order, Kael was vaporized, and three surviving members of his flight scattered. Desperately, they called for help. "Aurek Five, I'm on the way." Garik gritted his teeth as he spun his TIE fighter around and raced towards the fight. On his scopes, he saw Aurek Two and Three were playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with three of the rebel fighters. One second they were the hunter, and the next they were the prey. Aurek Four on the other hand was being closely followed behind by one dogged X-Wing and had already been hit once. "Blast it!" Garik accidentally blew past the fifth and sixth X-Wing, which had slipped away from the dogfight. Narrowly he survived their laser fire when they passed, and both he and one of the rebel pilots made hard turns to get a bead on each other. Ultimately, Garik was able to outmaneuver the rebel, and started to lock onto him with his targeting computer when he received a warning. He had forgotten about the second X-Wing, which was now tailing him and would soon have him locked as well. Anger swelling up inside of him, Garik forced himself to stay on target and keyed his commlink, "Tarneia where the hell are you?"	Name: Garik Antocha Age: 27 Gender: Male Garik is a very serious looking individual, rarely betraying any kind of emotion past anger. Physically he is a thin, slender young man who is pushing the maximum height authorized by the Imperial pilot corp. His most striking feature are his eyes, which have often been described as intense if not inquisitive. Finally, in keeping with military standards, he keeps his hair cut short and his face clean shaven. Garik is a hard worker and an intellectual. It's what helped him become an above average starfighter pilot, because while he lacked a natural talent for flying, he made up for it by spending every waking moment training in the simulators or learning about his craft. But one thing he's always struggled in is combat outside a starfighter. He's never been able to perfect his marksmanship with a blaster or make any real gains when it comes to his physique. In addition, Garik has some deep rooted issues stemming from the sudden lose of his father, issues that will sometimes hamper his ability to think straight. Garik lives by a sense code of honor instilled by his father at an early age, one that emphasises selfless service, personal courage and moral integrity. This will sometimes clash with Imperial doctrine, as he has a hard time placing the mission first and sacrificing his comrades, and is reluctant to follow through on orders he deems morally questionable. However, at the end of the day, Garik is a soldier, and will typically follow any order given to him. The death of Garik's father also left a serious impact on him. In his mind, he needed to honor his memory by following in his footsteps, and became obsessed with making his dead father proud of him by tirelessly dedicating himself to the Imperial Navy. During this time, Garik also became increasingly more distant while he toiled over his studies. He shut his family and friends out. He gave up the pursuit of happiness, robbing him of a normal childhood. He bottled his emotions up and became distant, growing up to become an austere, introverted young man and leading him to lash out at others, sometimes unreasonably. It wasn't until recently, when Garik began to fly, that he found his escape. Garik was a Generational. His father had died fighting Seperatists during the Clone Wars, his mother had been a nurse in the Republic Medical Corps, and his ancestors before him had a long and steeped history of serving in the Republic Navy. In addition, Garik was a native of the planet Anaxes. He had been raised on a world where the Empire was seen as peacekeepers and hailed as heroes by the people. Naturally this, combined with his ancestral history, inspired Garik to follow in his family's footsteps. His performance in the Imperial Sub-Adult Group and cadets reflected this desire, though it came at a cost. While other children lived a life of imaginary adventure outdoors, Garik spent much of his free time in deep study at home, and largely lived a solitary life, his only friends being the protocol droids his mother would use to tutor him. While Garik ultimately aspired to be the captain of his own ship, because of his high marks in the Imperial Academy and the demand for high rate pilots in the face of a growing rebellion, he was enrolled against his wishes in the Tir flight school onboard the Star Destroyer Inflexible. Luckily, from the moment he first stepped into the cockpit of a real starfighter, he was hooked. No longer was his free time spent nose-deep in his academic studies, but instead in the training simulators of a TIE/IN starfighter. He thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being a starfighter pilot, so much so that when an opportunity to transfer out of flight school and into the command crew of a Star Destroyer finally presented itself to Garik, he denied the chance to continue his career in the Imperial pilot corp.
1,128	20	6	2,221	185	Cora nodded at Garik’s last words, smiling faintly to him. She had a habit of those kinds of smiles. Inherited, she always said. But seconds earlier, there had been a certain… aura, escaping him, a sense of seriousness, perhaps reality hitting him? It spread like wildfire, at least. Perhaps it wasn’t even that, but the whole scenario caused her to take in a deep breath. Block it out, then. She thought to herself. Nonetheless, Garik didn’t need to sense nervousness from her. It wouldn’t benefit anyone. “Don’t worry. I’ll less than a bantha away.” She nodded, as Garik took his leave. Cora soon followed the direction he had headed, out towards the hangar. With a quick swipe, she opened up the datapad, running through the mission details. Luckily for her, it was the cockpit of a lovely bomber that awaited her. Many considered them bulkier, easy targets and whatnot. Surely they were right, to a degree at least. But she adored them. Cora ran her hand across the glass of the cockpit in a gentle manner, before carefully leaning her head against it. She let her mind go, cleared everything out. Finally, she knocked twice on it for good luck, smiling to herself. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” She nudged the TIE bomber. "This is Aurek Leader! Six rebel fighters just-" A quick surge of adrenaline ran through Cora as she guided her ship past a small asteroid. The rebels had come out of the blue, already gunning away at all the targets they could get. Captain Kael was gone shortly after the fighting initiated, and Cora was now desperately trying to get an overview of the situation. Her gaze stopped at the sight of her wingman Garik chasing two X-wings. The blaster fire surrounded the ships in what was almost a beautiful symphony. An X-wing quickly began tailing Lieutenant Antosha with a dangerous pace. The young pilot flicked her stick towards his location, in an attempt to catch up. Her path was filled with rocks and debris flying everywhere. One scratched the wing, but nothing the computer decided to complain about. “I’m coming! Jus-… F-“ Cora interrupted the chatter, as the remains of Aurek Leader flew dangerously close past her. “I see him! Almost got a lock, but if you jolt him to the left on my mark, I’ll hit him dead on!” She was almost sure. Her precision had never failed her in training, but this was far from training. If that X-wing managed to get a proper lock, there was no restart. And at that thought, Cora took in a deep breath. She loaded up a concussion missile and flicked the cover of the control stick. Without hesitation, she prepared the lock. “On my mark! One.. Two.. Mark!” Cora close to shouted over the radio, to her wingman. There wasn’t any time to waste, and so she pressed the button. The missile was released from the TIE/sa bomber, heading straight towards the target. If only Garik managed to lure the tailing ship to the left, it would be a clean shot. But there were so many variables in space.	Name: Cora Tarneia Age: 23 Gender: Female Cora stands slightly shorter than the average female human, along with a fairly regular build. The young woman definitely does not have an overly muscular build, but nonetheless is in a fitting physical shape for the Imperial army. Her chocolate copper hair is usually kept in a ponytail or a neat knot, to prevent it from getting in the way during work. During flight missions as a bomber, Cora is exceptionally calm and precise (at least during the practice runs), however, her dogfighting skills is nothing out of the ordinary. Just so, her blaster rifle aim isn’t particularly amazing, though her pistol aim is slightly better. Cora has always had a fear of caves, and generally being underground. This mostly being due to trauma as a child, watching a cave collapse on a group of miners. She isn’t overly welcoming of alien races, again, due to her positive view on the Empire. Cora always had a light-hearted nature and a curiosity for the vast universe. Though she isn’t particularly outgoing at first, due to spending most her childhood with her close family, and rarely meeting too many new people, besides the friends of her father and mother. Even though she has the basic Imperial trooper training, she never was an extraordinary with a blaster rifle (Her pistol aim was far better, that saying a lot.) nor fighter pilot. It was as a bomber pilot she found her spot. Her intelligence and focus during flight made for an excellent bomber, especially concerning smaller and harder-to-hit targets. Being raised on Balmorra Cora wasn’t taught to question the Empire, as it supposedly was them that supplied her father with pay, and allowed them to live a fairly peaceful life. Born on the planet of Balmorra, Cora was used to the Imperial presence. With the planet developing and producing weaponry for the Empire, there wasn’t much space for ever considering “Is it wrong?”. Her father was in charge of an engineering section in one of the weapon factories on Balmorra, and her mother stayed at home raising Cora and her twin-brother Damien. During their childhood the two played as much as they could, pretending to be flying in TIE fighters, or defeating the rebellious Jedi as a mighty Sith, the possibilities were endless. By the age of ten years old Cora and her brother started fiddling around with whatever their father brought home from the factory, all sorts of defect or outdated technology. Cora, especially, caught an early interest in the engineering. Alas, engineering was not her destiny. When Cora came of age the Empire offered her a place within the Imperial Army, as a ‘reward’ for her father’s loyal service through the years. Seeing it as her best opportunity to get off from Balmorra and have a chance to see what else the galaxy contained, she said yes. Just so, her brother Damien agreed to come along as well. The two parted ways after the basic training. Damien pursued a career as a trooper, whilst Cora rediscovered a childhood love for Starfighters. She entered flight school as soon as she could, taking a basic course as a TIE/LN Starfighter pilot. Soon, she found an interest in the TIE/sa bomber. Without hesitation she pursued training as a bomber pilot.
1,129	20	7	379	1,837	As Marc prepped his TIE his com came to life "Sorry Marc. Stupid doctor droid insisted on doing my exam or I wouldn't be cleared for flight. On the way to hangar bay now. Meet you there, you'll have to catch me up on the briefing." with a chuckle he responded "Copy that, Didn't miss much standard orbital superiority ...Hurry up though the captain doesn't like it when pilots aren't on time, even with an excuse" He said as he ran through the final few steps of his start up procedure. Well here we go... he thought as his thoughts drifted to his daughter. Feels like forever since I held you in my arms...I miss you sweet heart he thought. Slowly he started to think of the last time he had seen his family. It was the day he was ordered to report for duty. who would have thought he would end up as an elite TIE pilot. Back then he was destined for some nowhere posting, killed off by pirates raiding whatever corvette ship he served on. Thankfully by luck and alot of hard work he was accepted into the Starfighter corp Angela...At least i know you are living well. he thought as he looked forward to reading the message he had received only moments before he had boarded his fighter. As Marc flew alongside his wing in the back of the formation man his Com roared to life"This is Aurek Leader! Six rebel fighters just-" The Captains voice was suddenly cut off as he noticed several shots impact the captains Fighter and suddenly exploded as a group of X-wing fighters jumped into the area and engaged the Imperial forces. With the sudden attack The other Imperial pilots scrambled and moved to engage the enemy. "This is Aurek four engaging, Jinnau you with me? I'm gonna need help" he said as he split off and started chasing an X wing. The X-wing pilot had to be inexperienced as the pilot didn't notice Marc until he had opened fire. while most of the shots were dissipated on impact on with the deflector shield one round scorched the upper right wing. Great... well this got tougher... he thought bitterly as the X-wing pilot began trying to Shake Marc. As Marc dogged the pilot, he realized it was a matter of time before The pilot's wing man came and helped him.	Name: Marc Rlyeh Age: 24 Gender: Male Marc is surprising tall man and often mistaken for an army grunt due to his well muscled body. From his childhood on Dantooine, Marc has gained a number of scars from working on his family's farm. On his left arm he has the name of his daughter Angela and his soon to be wife Anya tattooed on his right arm. Marc is a natural Fighter pilot, At home amidst the Havoc that is Space dog fighting He is a terror to a trained rebel pilot. As a bomber pilot he is barely average. On the blaster range Marc is considered slightly below average with rifles and average with a pistol. Due to both his criminal record and knowing that Marc's sister is a known rebel, there are some who feel he doesn't belong in the cockpit of a fighter. When it comes to hand to hand fighting Marc shows remarkable skill in defending himself. Regardless of what most people would say, Marc is a surprisingly good person. While he isn't the friendliest person for those who call him a friend have found themselves glad to have taken the chance to speak with him. When with his squad mates or friends he is a very easy going man, often cracking he occasional joke and play a hand or two of cards. Marc is a proud and loving father, just trying to support his daughter back home. Born to a family on Dantooine Marc was the first of three kids. Marc grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere with his neighbors being two hours away. Like most children he once had dreams, more then anything he wanted to go to school and become a doctor on some other world far way from Dantooine. Sadly fate had other ideas in mind. As the eldest it was his job to help support his family. Instead of school Marc was working around the farm. For much of his youth Marc's life was the farm, there was no time for what little social life a nobody farmer could find in the middle of nowhere. For years he watched his sister live the life he wanted. Kara, the eldest of his younger siblings, was sent to school. First it was the tiny school on dantooine then private tutors when they could pay for one. Marc had come to peace with his lot, he would stay a nobody farmer who never did anything with his life. His life would change when he Met Anya. Like Marc Anya was the eldest daughter of a farmer, they had met a few times when they went to the space port to sell their crops and they became quick friends.what little spare time he had Marc spent them with Anya On dantooine friendships were rare,unless you were old enough to go the the cantina there were few chances to meet people. As they both grew older their friendship grew. Soon the friendship would become something more. Marc found himself thinking of but her. Her long strtrawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and a smile that seemed to make all his troubles go way. Marc was 16 when he told he loved her. For six months they dated until Anya told she was pregnant. It was the greatest day of his life when Marc found out, but also the worst. Not two days after he found out the news, imperial officals pounded on his door. They were looking for his sister, as it turned out Kara had come into with Rebel sympathizers. She believed in the cause, and joined at the first chance she got. For just being her brother he was arrested and charged as a traitor, when it was found not did he not any connections with the rebels instead of asking for death he was given an option. Serve in the military, where he was expected to die, or go to prison.
1,130	20	8	364	1,539	Nova rushed to her Tie, a Tie/IN interceptor. She rushed her pre-flight checks, everything was good to go. She blasted out of there at top speed, scarring the crap out of the people on the flight deck. "Marc in my Tie and ready to obliterate some Rebel scum. Nova found Marc chasing a X-Wing, she also noticed a X-Wing coming up behind him. She pushed her Tie to it's limit to catch up. When she was in firing range she fired all her laser canons at it. "Got your back Marc. That X-Wing ain't shooting you down. Can't lose my wingman in our first fight." She kept an eye on her sensors to make sure nothing got behind her. She loved fighting in space every direction was up, down, left, and right at the exact same time.	Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.
1,131	20	9	595	668	I didn't want to be a pilot. Charlie thought to himself as he jerked his fighter out of the path of an X-wing's laser cannons. "I just wanted to have a command, hopefully a Star Destroyer but anything would've been fine. TIE Corps though? That was the last thing I wanted." Another errant thought flew through Charlie's mind as he pulled his fighter in a loop, an X-wing briefly appearing in his target window before the rebel pilot wised up and cleared his firing line. Charlie banked his fighter into a turn right after the fighter, an easy grin as he saw the fighter coming into his field of view, though this time the other pilot didn't jink out of the way. As his computer caught a solution, Charlie pondered "Why isn't he clearing the fire line? Sure I could keep on him from this angle but you'd think he'd at least try, come to think of it what kind of shitty wingman leaves his pal be-...SHIT!" As Charlie depressed the firing stud, his lasers blasting the fighter in the rear, he realized he'd been had. His sensors pinged, warning him of a contact coming in on his six. Charlie was forced to begin jinking around, trying to keep the rebel's shots off target. Charlie's own shots had damaged the other fighter, a few going wide, but Charlie had the presence of mind to keep firing as he evaded. He was able to twitch the fighter on target for a split second, a few shots finishing the X-wing in a blast of fire. However, the other fighter was still on his six, and Charlie could only evade for so long. "Aurek Six, Amos I need an assist, I've got one on my tail and I can't shake him."	Name: Charlie R. Marick Age: 21 Gender: Male Attributes: Sharp reflexes, Fast Learner, Poor Upper Body Strength, Easily Winded Personality: Charlie is sharp as a tack and looking to make his own way in the galaxy. He's ambitious, though not quite enough to do what some would deem necessary to feed it. He passes himself off as a very easygoing guy, usually laughing at something or cracking jokes. He's a glory hound at heart, willing to take any risk to get where he's going. Biography: Charlie was born on the freighter Providence to the ship's captain, the child of a brief fling she'd had in port. Growing up, Charlie rarely felt the pull of natural gravity, and even more rarely did he leave the vessel he was born on. Charlie's mother did well enough that ends met without issue, but they were far from wealthy. The Empire was good to the single mother and son, as the pair often served to resupply one of its remote outposts. The crew of that outpost often offered rations when money became too tight, a bed after long humps, and companionship for the young man, even if only in the form of army troopers and navy pilots. Charlie had no formal schooling, but was well educated by his mother and all the books he could read. It didn't take the young man long to realize that his mother and he hardly had the grandest life. So, he resolved he would make a far better life for himself, aspiring to be one of the Grand Moffs he saw seated in thrones of authority, surrounded by wealth. He dedicated himself to this, researching successful political campaigns everywhere he could, and when he couldn't he learned math, science, other things he'd need to ensure he never made a fool of himself. And so, after his twentieth birthday, he was off to the navy academy, lusting after a command of his own so that he could claim glory and the eye of those in power. For now, however, his fast reflexes saw him sent to TIE training, where he flourished, much to his chagrin.
1,132	20	10	364	1,539	Nova finished off the X-Wing trying to kill Marc. The explosion was like music to her ears. She shifted her fighter to the right and started going after another one. This one clearly had already recieved damaged in this fight. It felt like a little bit like cheating, but it was her duty so she shot it down anyway. She barrel rolled for the hell of it. She circled back to check on Marc and found no rebel scum on his six. So she went after another X-Wing.	Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.
1,133	21	0	1,045	335	The GoGallion, sitting in space off one of the moons in the milky way system. The newly assembled Gokaiger has came together for a few mutual and not so mutual causes. Recca was standing on the deck of the ship looking out into space. The GoGallion had an artificial atmosphere generator and its own gravity system so standing in space was not as dangerous as one would seem. As he looked at the moon he wonder where should they look for other Ranger keys. He already knew where the Abaranger keys were but the others he had no clue, "First things first," He said nodding to himself. He knew Navi would do its best to help point them in the right direction and he was sure that word has already gotten back to the newly resurrected Zangyack empire about them. Even tho he was the captain he was sure he was going to give the Red key to Regal. He seemed reliable to be the one to take control of the GoGallion. He looked down to his scarf and though of Gai. Where did his body go, and if the previous GoKaiger set out to destroy the rest of the Zangyack empire why was the GoGallion on earth? Just what happened to the rest of them? So many question, so many things needed to be done. But first thing first, handing out the Keys. Walking below deck and looked around at everyone. "It's time." He said as he walked over to the treasure chest. He grabbed the Blue, green, pink, yellow and Red Keys. He walked to each one of them passing them out along with the Transformation Cellphone Mobiraters. "Regal I am trusting you with Red, Be strong and brave. Never waver as the Captain of this ship. I am still the leader of this team, but I am going to relay heavily on you as my second. Xavi, your strong and a good fighter plus you know how the ins and outs of piracy, here is the Blue key. Norvil Green is yours, this power will help you reclaim your family wealth and help further my own goals." Then he turned and walked over to Alfhildr, "You have been threw a lot, but don't let your past rule your present. Her is the Pink ranger key." He turned to Jenny. "Now it is time to give you the yellow key, When we found you you were quiet, keeping to yourself working on all the machinery on the ship. So keep doing what you are doing and continue to suppose us." He turned to face them all. "Now Change into the new Gokaiger. Navi will link your belts to the treasure chest so you can call on the ranger keys inside. So far i have collected on my own two sets. The Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger, and Mirai Sentai Timeranger. Navi has tracked down the Bakuryu Sentai Abaranger keys. They are Hidden on a planet called Ryugal, and it would be difficult to acquire. The Zangyack have recently started a campaign there attempting to take over the planet. The planet is mostly rural, the planet is behind on technology so I am sure you can imagine on how the fight is going. Because of the planets lack of technology the Zangyack empire has only send a few action commanders down to take over. Once everyone is has their belts linked to the chest Regal set a course, how we get there is completely up to you. On Ryugal The Zangyack has been on a steady pace of removing the small resistance on the planet. Action commander Shikabanen leads dozens of Zgormin and hundreds of Gormin and started slaughtering innocent civilians, and anyone who looks like they will out of a fight. The battle here is clearly one sided. Clearly this planet will not last long unless someone goes and help them.	Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.
1,134	21	1	1,866	1,541	Norvil was holding onto a bag of barbeque potato chips. Rustling open the bag, and making a dreadfully obnoxious sound, he peered open at the the delicious artificially flavored crisps inside. Salivating, as he knew he had not eaten for, well not soon enough, he grabbed a potato chip, pausing for moment, before crunching down onto the chip. Grasping harder on the foil bag, and crumpling it more he rubbed his eye with his left hand. It was a good night, stayed up late and watched all sorts of television shows, alongside switching in and out for some Mongolian motion pictures he had on hand. And when he got bored of those he took a brief gander at some plants he collected, making sure they were watered and cared for, and reading a chapter or two from a botany guide. Norvil glanced up as he munched on another potato chip. "Man, from up here, you can truly see the scope of existence. Just amung.." He said as he ate another potato chip, "un-other drop of water in an endless sea. Ooor something." He gulped it as Recca handed out some stuff, and was coming over to him. Norvil took the Green Key and the Cellphone looking thing. "Thanks cause uh, getting bugged about how I need to reclaim the family's wealth. Sis won't stop nagging me about that." He said as he eyed the device rather confused. "Uuuuh... Open Sesame?" Nothing. He then proceed to jangle the mobirate and keys. Nothing. He glanced at it, and now noticed there was an open slot which looked like the key would fit in. "Easy peasy." He placed the key inside, which, by itself did nothing. Norvil eyed it curiously, "I am apparently supposed to change into the Gokaiger with this?" He said out-loud, as he reached in his bag and ate another chip before dropping the bag onto the deck. "Uh, Gokaiger Open Seasme. Gokaiger Transform. Gokaiger Alter! Uh, Refine Gokaiger!" Norvil grumbled as nothing he said appeared to be working. "Uhh...Hngh."	Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.
1,135	21	2	1,133	1,822	Uhuh sure thing, he said while half listening to the speech before taking the key and mobirate. "I'll be in my quarters until we get to Ryugal then." With a swish of the tail end of his coat he strode away from the group and into the hallway of the ship. He then entered the galley and banged on the machine getting a cup of something hot . Setting it aside on a nearby stand he plopped on the bed items in hand. Playing with the key watching it flip from a stiff little figure and into a key. He then flipped open the mobirate and saw the keyhole. Other than that it seemed like a standard mobile phone. Leaving the items on the bed he then got up to take a swig of his drink. The drink leaving a trail of heat down his innards as he looked through his other personal belongings. "So this is the tool to fight the Zangyack? I can only hope its of use during battle." he said to himself quietly. Leaning back in his chair he wondered back about how Traveller's Glint was doing. Hopefully it was doing the same thing it was doing when he was there; continuing its ever moving waltz across the cosmos safe and far from the Zangyack reaches. Perhaps after a mission he might get their coordinates to take a visit for old times sake.	Name: Xavier "Xavi" Tonjaz Age: Mid twenties Appearance: Except he has a long coat that's blue colored because sentai so I guess it looks like Vergil's trench coat Gokai color: Blue Bio: Born on the planet Gamulon as a simple shephard. He wondered amongst the plush purple hills, plates, and mountain sides on his idyllic looking planet. That is until the Zangyack empire decided to stop over and conquer as a fleet way station. His planet was quickly taken over due to their immense strength and soon he found himself on unemployed and under the foot of an uncaring overlord. With no real way out he did what many others did which was to turn to a life a crime. He'd soon find himself as a novice pirate with a gang known only as the Dang Naam Boys where they'd raid all sorts of vessels especially lone unattended Zangyack ships easily causing thousands if not millions of Zagins worth of damage and stolen goods. Each plunder serving to satiate his desire for revenge against the Zangyack Empire. Eventually he'd grew experienced enough to part ways which he did as despite his love of plunder. He desired to begin to fight back against the tyranny of Zangyack. Eventually he'd find himself working on the famed space station/ bar known as the Traveller's Glint a roaving space station never known for staying in one place. One day things would be looking up when a stranger calling himself the next pirate king his name was Recca Bell. He said something about a treasure and being intrigued by his words joined him thinking it would be something useful to fight against the Zangyack Other: Currently has a 50,000,000 Zagin bounty
1,136	21	3	1,966	2,619	Regal Navail - Gokai Red Optimistic was for the brave; being brave was for the strong; and being strong was a gift from the heavens. That's what he had told himself countless times on his journey. When he had finally met Recca; finally been given his chance to fight back, it was more than a fate at work. It had become a chance to show the Zangyack Empire that new heroes had stepped onto the scene. That their twisted reign was going to come to an end. He sat in the captain's chair, thinking of his lone path before he met the others; he smiled almost encouragingly to the space in front of him. It was a dazzling smile that created small dimples in his cheeks, his lids closed over his hazel eyes in reminiscence. But suddenly they flew open, falling into an expectant gaze as he felt Recca approaching. Those kinds of things were almost like a sixth sense, though he loved to attribute it to pure and raw gut instinct. He raised up out of his seat once Recca made it to him. The man's words left a mark on his soul, they urged him onward, and only reinforced the will that had brought him so far from home. Grabbing the Key and Mobirater, Regal could barely contain the overjoyed smile on his full lips. He had finally done it, obtained that strength that he had seen on covering his heroes so many years ago. Now he could do it too... Now, he could become a Ranger. He was ready to transform into Gokai Red, but was surprised at Norvil's confusion and Xavier's sudden departure; he found himself gawking at them. “Xavi, Xavi come back! We gotta link up to the chest,” He called out, sinking low as he disappeared without acknowledging him. He sighed before looking towards Norvil, Jenny, Alf, Recca. Alright! I still have a audience then, He told himself, feeling the impulse and words thumping at his heart. “Like this, Norvil,” He flipped the Mobirater open in his palm, unleashed the Key in his hand, and unlocked the source of his power with a mighty twist of his wrist. A unfamiliar voice rung out with a fierce cry. “GOKAI CHANGE!” As those words echoed on the deck, a crimson light enveloped him; surrounded him until nothing was left but a blood-red glow. When it subsided, the five-eleven youth was dressed in the pirate gear of the Gokaigers, red and gold accenting his outfit as he slammed his now empty fist into his palm. “Alright! Oh yea I did it! I did it!” He leaped up in the air before landing down with effortless grace. Clenching his fist, he could hear the tense squeak of his gloves from both his hands. “Don't you worry Recca, you can count on me!” He told the Silver Ranger. “Though that Xavier guy seems a bit uninterested. Perhaps I should talk to him,” He thought out aloud. However, that would have to wait. He quickly tossed those plans to the side as he looked at the others. “Yo guys, just say “GOKAI CHANGE!” and pour all your hope into the Mobirater and Key. That should complete the transformation.” He told them, holding his fist out in front of him as if grasp the manifestation of strength. Once everyone was ready, Regal was quick to set the straightest route to Ryugal. He spoke to Navi quite frankly, ordering the bird to make sure they weren't noticed by the Zangyack unless absolutely unavoidable. It would be fun to make a flashy entrance, something that would make them all gasp and awe at the new Heroes. A smirk appeared and his hazel eyes narrowed as he imagined Zangyack jaw crunching against his fist. I-I can feel the impulse, He told the deepest core of himself, grasping the cloth over his heart.	Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here
1,137	21	4	1,987	4,575	As Recca handed her the Mobirates, Alfhildr could only stare back in confusion. This was supposed to be a weapon? How could such a thing be used to cleave the heads of the accursed Zangyack? Clearly a sword or an axe would be better, for with a mighty blade she could let the blood of her enemies flow like a burst dam! And how could a communications device and a bizarre key allow her to do that? As she was about to loudly question this, though, Regal had decided to explain what Recca had merely glossed over. In a flash of red light, he had transformed, and was now wearing what looked like red spandex and a matching helmet. "Ah, so that is how it works! You finally look like a true warrior, Brother Regal!" Laughing heartily, Alfhildr gave the newly appointed Red Ranger a playful slap on the back... Or at least to her it was playful; she wasn't one for holding back, after all, and were it not for his new outfit Regal would probably be pretty sore right now. "Aye, with this power we shall truly show those Zangyack dogs the meaning of vengeance! Many heads will roll this morn, and our swords will drink deep of their blood as though it were the finest mead!" Despite her enthusiasm, though, Alfhildr merely pocketed her key and Mobirates. A true warrior only draws their sword when it is time for glorious battle, after all.	Name: Alfhildr Arnborg Age: 19 Gokai color: Pink Bio: Hailing from the far-off planet of Valhol, Alfhildr comes from a long line of fierce and proud warriors, akin to the vikings of Earth's past. When the Zangyack came to Valhol, they found that the natives didn't take too kindly to their usual "enslave and conquer" schtick, fighting back with uncontained viciousness and fury, perfectly willing to die to protect their homeworld. Due to how much resources the war effort against the planet was costing the Zangyack, they decided to let them do just that, changing their plans for the planet from "conquest" to "demolition". Those on the planet didn't realize this until it was too late to evacuate, and thus the only survivors of Valhol were those who were off-world at the time. Alhildr, being one of the few left of her race, turned to mercenary work to help vent her anger, taking on any job that would let her strike back at the Zangyack. Unfortunately, this eventually left her in over her head, and were it not for the timely intervention of a silver-suited figure she would most likely have died. Owing her life to this mysterious "Gokai Silver", she swore an oath to one day repay the favour, and soon enough she had joined his crew as Gokai Pink. Other: Proud, boisterous and possessing no indoor voice, Alfhildr is somewhat different from other past pink rangers. She is straightforward and about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and just as blunt. She expects honesty from everyone, and has trouble wrapping her head around the concepts of "lying" and "sarcasm". Despite her planet having been destroyed and most of her people killed, she's not exactly the mopey sort; she's less sad about their deaths and more angry at the Zangyack stooping to such cowardly tactics rather than fighting them honourably. Alfhildr's bounty currently stands at 500,000 Zagin.
1,138	21	5	1,866	1,541	Norvil nodded slowly, "Thaaaat, well yes, heroic looking." He raised the mobriate up and peered at it a little more, before glancing down the bag of potato chips. Bending over he grabbed a handful of chips out of the bag and proceeded to eat them. Standing back fully upright he glanced at Regal, "I'd imagine uh, you can turn back right? What same code phrase or something?" Norvil asked, knowing he'd want to know this before stepping into the mighty spandex- possibly spandex, also possibly not spandex, but definitely the garbs of heroism. "Because it'd be nice before saying 'GOKAI CHANGE' and twisting the thing.." He said while invertantly twisting the device. And that is when Norvil changed through a flashy sequence of bright green light, and now to became dressed in the pirate gear of the Gokaigers. "Uh yeah, we'll do... That, or something. Or we could uh, get a coalition of planets to agree to put trade sanctions on them. Wait, wait, no, no wouldn't work this time. Uh ooh or we can just beat them up and if they are really nice near the end let them go on the promise they won't be evil again. Which uh, they'd need to do a LOT to prove up on that. Considering they've destroyed lots of planets. But uh, besides the point, yeah we'll beat them up. More so if they were the ones who took my family's stuff. But then I'd need to beat them up less to capture and confirm. Er or something, I've lost myself... And my chips..." Norvil said shaking his head. "... Gonna be hard eating with this. On the bright side the light show hasn't yet left me seeing the color purple or orange polka-dots for weeks. Though there was a lot of green." Norvil paused again before mumbling, "I hope I don't need to use the bathroom soon."	Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.
1,139	21	6	1,045	335	After handing out the equipment Recca watched as Xavi walked out, he didn't even try to transform to get his belt linked to the chest. Recca would make sure he did so before arriving at Ryugal. He watched as Regal and Norvil do their thing and Navi seemed to be taking care of their belts as he watched them talk to each other. Recca walked over to a console which was connected to a monitor and punched in a few buttons. attempting to contact Flashed on the screen as he waited. A few moments later a man answered, in the background explosion cause be heard and the screen shook fiercely. "As I said before you will have to kill us before we surrender! Wait a moment who are you and how did you get this secured line! Are you with the Zangyack? " Recca could tell off the back that he was as stubborn man, he would forsake is planet before he surrender. Recca could respect that, go out on your own terms. "I assure you, I am not with the Zangyack, In fact... I am sure we can help each other out. I am Recca Bell leader of the Pirate squadron, Gokaigers. We are coming to your planet and we are looking for something. If you can help us find it, we will stop the Zangyack from destroying your planet." The old man perked up, "Gokaiger? Pirates! I will never accept the help of dirty criminals. I am sure you are the reason the Zangyack is here. Your probably are in leagues with them!" Recca smiled, "This is just a coincident. But you have to agree, the timing is perfect. From the looks of things, you don't seem to be in a position to really complain. Accept my help and help me locate something buried on your planet. We will take care of the Zangyack. From the looks of things, you don't have much time before they completely take over. The choice is yours. You can contact me back on this line." Before the guy can answer back Recca disconnected the line. Recca turned, "Well, things are looking up." He smiled and walked over to Regal. "its time," he turned to look at Alfhildr. You might wanna use that before we head out. I need to make sure everyone is ready to go." He walked out headed to Xavi room.	Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.
1,140	21	7	1,966	2,619	Regal Navail, The GoGallion Alf was strong and normally that smack of hers would had sent a wave of pain through his back, but inside of the suit, protected and enhanced, it felt little less than pillow hit. He smiled behind the helmet, his signature chuckle resounding just as clear as his normal voice. To be honest, Alf was perhaps his favorite of the crew. She was just as blunt and bold as he was hopeful and enduring. He laughed along side her enthusiastic vision, it was a bit more medieval than he was use to but it was perfect nonetheless. Soon afterwards Norvil had started stumbling over his tongue, seemingly trying to put together all of the thoughts rummaging around in his head. Norvil was without a doubt the most interesting to him. He had so many ideas floating around that it usually took extra concentration for Regal to get them all. Regal nodded at the newly revealed Gokai Green, placing a firm hand on Alf's shoulder as he did. He could feel his connection with them growing stronger and it made him genuinely excited for the future. “Yea me too,” he told Green with a chortle before turning his head towards Alf. But before he could speak, Recca had approached him and told him it was time to blast off. “Alright, let's do this!” he yelled, pumping a crimson colored arm into the air before situating himself into the chair. The GoGallion was entrusted to him and no one else but him. He took that to heart and would accept no one else in its lead seat but himself. Placing a elbow on the arm of the chair, he tilted his head and smiled towards Alf. “Yea, let's see it. I want to know what our Pink Gokai looks like. Navi, let's head off towards Ryugal now,” He looked off at Recca as he left. “I think he's going to handle Blue while we make our way there. He's a pretty intimidating guy, if anyone can do it -besides myself of course- it'd be him. Don't you think guys?”	Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here
1,141	21	8	1,427	1,081	Jenny looked down at the key in her hand. In a lot of ways Recca was right; she had been the quiet one of the group for a long time. It had been almost ten years since the Zangyack fleet arrived over Tyrol, and what she saw that day still haunted her nightmares. Hopefully this little thing would finally let her fight back. As the ship made its approach towards Ryugal, she was sat off to the side, out of sight of the monitor. That said, she was still able to hear the argument going on. It was full of the typical bluster that most planetary rulers had in her experience, and the same sense of "not my problem" that always managed to hold up despite the legions of Gormins swarming all over the place. Eventually, the call cut off, and the blue-haired teen stood up, slipping the key into the pocket of her shorts. "So we're going down there then?"	Name: Jennifer “Jenny” Rose Age: 16 Gokai color: Yellow Bio: While on the outside she seems like a fairly ordinary, if a little bubbly sixteen year old, she wasn’t always so. In fact, she was once quite the opposite. The sad fact is that she was orphaned in a Zangyack attack on her homeworld when she was just six years old. And while she was found crying in the rubble by the Gokai Galleon’s crew, it was several months before she said a word. Instead she spent most of that time either drawn up in one corner, or fiddling with mechanical things, trying to find out how they worked and how to repair them, which didn’t really stop after she finally came back out of her shell. Other: Jenny's also a fairly skilled mechanic, able to fix machines and occasionally people too, since there’s not really a problem that a Wrench Whack to the head can’t solve. At least in her mind, anyway.
1,142	21	9	1,866	1,541	Right so we are going down there... to fight them, obviously. Norvil paused, "... I can't eat anything with this thing on. But, I have many things I need to watch from my backlog!" Norvil gave a quick wave, "And off to my chambers in which I may watch the various programming..." He said as he began walking away, before immediately turning on his heels and walking back. "Uh, will it be a long time before we get there? Cause, I wouldn't like to ya know, watch the show part way through, like when they are discovering that the Butler DIDN'T do it, just to have to get up and beat up these guys for heroism, and stuff." Norvil said as he motioned to wiping his nose, which he could not do, as he activated the helmet. "This... will take some getting used to..."	Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.
1,143	21	10	1,045	335	Recca smile as he walked threw the ship. Everyone seemed to be getting along just fine so far. His team was strange but each and everyone one of them brought something unique to the team. When he reached Xavi room he looked in before entering. Xavi sat in a chair with a drink in his hand. He seemed to be in deep thought about something, Recca knocked on the door way before entering, "That looks really good mind if I share a drink with you?" He would wait for permission to enter before going in. If he is allow in he would pull up a chair and reach for a cup and wait to be poured a drink. After taking a swig and feeling the heat he would lean back look out the window. "You know, this one time with Gai." He chuckled, "We were drinking and for some odd reason he decided to put this pot on his head." He laughed some more, "And he asked me to get a kendo stick and hit him as hard as I can. So what did i do? I whacked him as hard as I can. He fell back and hit the ground and I thought i killed him. He was out for about 30seconds then he shoots up like nothing happened." Recca sighed and laughed again. "Why did you join up? I am sure you had riches on the Traveller's Glint, women and anything you could ask for. Why give all that up to follow me?"	Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.
1,144	21	11	455	707	Speaking of Norvil's backlog, in a distant arm of the galaxy, a certain purple embodiment of bloodsport was adjusting his bowtie as he walked onto a stage, cameras broadcasting to all of the Zangyack's citizens. Monitors showed smoking cities and trashed government buildings. The most recent contestant had gotten lucky with that planet- lots of nonlethal weapons that did nothing to his physiology and a lot of lethal ones that bounced off. A much cleaner win than the planet that took a whole fifteen contestants to conquer, but it was his job as an entertainer to talk him up, really. "Well, well folks! Looks like our last contestant, Drongo the Destroyer, really tore up the rankings! He's won the thousand Zagin gift certificate for Spacey's Department Store, the complete 37-season As The World Burns: The Spandez Conquest Hour DVD collection, the personal shuttle from Zangyack General Rocketry, a vacation to Planet Norgo, AND over twenty-five thousand Zagin cash tax-free to help him enjoy it! But the GRAND prize is on those monitors- it looks like Drongo's crushed another planet, making him the first three-time champion in the show's history! And you know what that means, RIGHT?!" In unison with the audience, he chanted, fist pumping along with the words. "BIG! MONEY! BIG! PRIZES!" "IIIIII LOVE IT! But, sadly... we're out of time for tonight! Join us tomorrow when we see some of the highlights of Dorgo's run on the show, and hear whether he'll take the forty-five million Zagin cash prize and turn it over to the Emperor, OR if he'll choose to rule over it as governor! Until tomorrow... we're off!"	Name: Zangyack Broadcasting Network Executive Spandez, Lord of the Late-Night Timeslot, The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport Appearance: Here. The form at his feet is his true form, a gigantic insectoid creature. He contorts his arms and wings to appear more humanoid, the wings folding to form his trademark suit. Age: Yes. Bio: Spandez is, in fact, older than the Zangyack empire. He might actually be the oldest living being in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself. One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Zangyack Broadcasting Network came to him and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Zangyack could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate Gormin, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow. His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. The Zangyack would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Zangyack for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the Zangyack forces. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Zangyack Empire's premier TV broadcasting network and a trusted enforcer of the emperor. However, due to one particularly stubborn planet, the emperor has requested his next conquest be centered on Earth. Other: A monster game show host who uses his program to expand an interstellar empire by offering invaders fabulous prizes for performing typical Sentai monster antics to destabilize a planet's infrastructure. Vehicle: Video Star, a combination spaceship and recording studio.
1,145	21	12	1,133	1,822	Stand up he completely he said, "We're here. The exit door is the tiny one of the left right?" He then took off taking the key and the mobirate and exited his room. Leaving Recca in the dust as he ran through the main corridor and into the exit. The Galleon had reached the planet by now but was still on it's way downward to terra firma. Breathing in the fresh air tinged with smoke he saw below fires and smoke blazing from the city under siege. Without a moment's pause he jumped out of the ship and into a freefall. With a firm grasp on both key and the mobirate. He waited as he fell down the sky as the objects got larger and larger. Finally he slammed the key into the device and turned the key as he transformed into Gokai Blue and fired off some shots at the mooks. Landing on the ground he left a noticeable impact mark. Chaos greeted him as everything was in the process of being destroyed by some rank and file mooks that were already alerted to his prior entry.	Name: Xavier "Xavi" Tonjaz Age: Mid twenties Appearance: Except he has a long coat that's blue colored because sentai so I guess it looks like Vergil's trench coat Gokai color: Blue Bio: Born on the planet Gamulon as a simple shephard. He wondered amongst the plush purple hills, plates, and mountain sides on his idyllic looking planet. That is until the Zangyack empire decided to stop over and conquer as a fleet way station. His planet was quickly taken over due to their immense strength and soon he found himself on unemployed and under the foot of an uncaring overlord. With no real way out he did what many others did which was to turn to a life a crime. He'd soon find himself as a novice pirate with a gang known only as the Dang Naam Boys where they'd raid all sorts of vessels especially lone unattended Zangyack ships easily causing thousands if not millions of Zagins worth of damage and stolen goods. Each plunder serving to satiate his desire for revenge against the Zangyack Empire. Eventually he'd grew experienced enough to part ways which he did as despite his love of plunder. He desired to begin to fight back against the tyranny of Zangyack. Eventually he'd find himself working on the famed space station/ bar known as the Traveller's Glint a roaving space station never known for staying in one place. One day things would be looking up when a stranger calling himself the next pirate king his name was Recca Bell. He said something about a treasure and being intrigued by his words joined him thinking it would be something useful to fight against the Zangyack Other: Currently has a 50,000,000 Zagin bounty
1,146	21	13	1,866	1,541	And so the Galleon reached the planet. "Damn, I wanted to watch at least one of the stuff on my backlogs..." Norvil noticed how it was moving down closer to the planet. "Duuuude... trippy..." Norvil reflected as he felt a bit of motion sickness. He decided the most sane course of action, was to run back to his quarters. So he did, mostly to grab some air-freshener. Then, he realized. Air-freshener wouldn't do anything for the stuff inside the suit. He frowned as he grabbed a canoe paddle he saved from one of his journeys, before meeting the crew. It would have helped if he wasn't up that creek without a paddle, probably would have had kept the friendship with the guys back on that planet. Norvil armed with a Canoe Paddle ran from the ship and flung his paddle wildly, for a good thirty seconds before realizing something. He couldn't do ranged with a paddle. Norvil gulped in as he jumped down. "Pleasedontdiepleasedontdiepleasedontdiepleasedontdie...." He muttered out through some choked tears, kinda nervous about the whole ordeal. And then he landed on the planet, with his canoe paddle intact, with another impact mark. "I guess we didn't do more damage to this place than those guys right?" He said staring at the mooks going on a evil and vile spree of destroying stuff. "...No Canoe? Oh. Should I have left my paddle then?"	Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.
1,147	21	14	1,045	335	It seemed they had arrived at their destination, Recca walked out of the room and headed or the deck. He watched the screen as the planet came into view. Recca smiled, the next step to obtaining a great treasure was within their reach. They just needed to get this worlds leader to cooperate with them. Norvil ran past him off the main deck. "Good we have landed. We will park the Galleon here for safe keeping until we need it. For now lets head out and so something about those guys out there." He said and turned to leave. On the planet surface not far from where they were, a few dozen Gormin Sailors were causing a lot of trouble. These Gormin Sailors were armed with clubs provided by Insarn that double as RPG launchers and submachine guns. As one would see as some were fighting a small resistance in melee with the club while others shot and even fire explosives from them. As Xavi was already going to work and it seemed Norvil was getting into the swing of things, kinda.. He asked him, "Why are you using a Canoe paddle? use the weapons provided. Just think about it, it should come to you like so." Almost instantaneously His Gokai Spear manifest in his hand and he quickly changed it to gun mode and started firing. A few of the Gormin dropped and turned to face the new treat. One of them ran off into the town.	Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.
1,148	21	15	1,866	1,541	Cause, it's my Canoe Paddle. And uh, I learned long ago to never go without my Canoe Paddle, cause uh, it's good for hitting things, and uh paddling down creeks. Norvil said as he glanced at the mooks. "I'll uh... think about that when uh, I'm not as concerned with those guys and uh-" He saw a shot coming for him and ran, a bit, approaching melee range of some of the Gomin Sailors using clubs. Norvil began flailing his canoe paddle around, striking some, others easily avoiding his strikes. "Alright, just uh, need to get a feel for the paddle again..."	Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.
1,149	21	16	1,966	2,619	Regal Naval, The Planet The GoGallion was quick and smooth, the vastness of space hadn't allowed any sound from its engines or rockets, but Regal had a feeling that much wouldn't come from it anyway. They soon swept down into the planet's atmosphere, the ship shook a bit from entry but eased out once they were over the chaos of a nearby city. Adorn in his red suit, Regal stood up, his fist clenched. This was what he had dreamed of for so long, finally he'd be able to do something, to save people like his heroes had him. A slight chuckle came from him before turning to Jenny and Alf. “Alright you two, don't have us waiting for too long. Get changed and let's rock some Zangyack skulls.” He jogged off but spared them another glance. Alf was sure to join them, he could feel her passion radiating but Jenny, he wasn't so sure about. He grabbed hold of the anchor and lowered himself onto the ground prematurely, the chains rattled as it sucked up back into the ship. He landed in front of a rowdy bunch of Gormin Sailors. Was he first? Damn, had he jumped the gun again? He looked around for his teammates, crouching low and slinging his hand over his shoulder; a saber appeared in it instinctively. I'm strong, I should be able to handle them by myself, he thought brazenly, however he preferred to have everyone with him. Just as he thought this, two crashes cratered the earth behind him, then Recca showed up as well. “Aye!” he shouted, beaming and waving at them. “I thought I'd have to do this alone for a moment.” He turned back to face towards the Zangyack troops. “Good thing, I don't,” he uttered, bringing the blade out to his side. “I can feel the impulse.” The green ranger barrel passed him, dodging blasters bolts like a pro before smashing a couple till they fainted. Regal could only whistle before sprinting off himself, he leapt into the air and delivered powerful keep to a Gormin's chest, sending him into his companions before they all toppled over. The strength made him feel invincible. He looked down at his white gloves and clenched his fist. “Oh yea, I can do miracles with power like this.”	Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here
1,150	21	17	1,427	1,081	Jenny looked around at the devastation around her. Just seeing Gormins running rampant was enough to bring back bad memories of that day. With a heavy sigh, she pulled the Mobirates from her pocket and flipped it open, readying the key with her other hand. "GOKAI CHANGE!" she shouted, plugging the key into the phone and turning it, making the emblem at the top pop open. Fv5pBlWMPK4 Spinning her Gokai Saber lazily around her left hand by its guard, she charged, slashing it right into the waistline of the nearest Gormin.	Name: Jennifer “Jenny” Rose Age: 16 Gokai color: Yellow Bio: While on the outside she seems like a fairly ordinary, if a little bubbly sixteen year old, she wasn’t always so. In fact, she was once quite the opposite. The sad fact is that she was orphaned in a Zangyack attack on her homeworld when she was just six years old. And while she was found crying in the rubble by the Gokai Galleon’s crew, it was several months before she said a word. Instead she spent most of that time either drawn up in one corner, or fiddling with mechanical things, trying to find out how they worked and how to repair them, which didn’t really stop after she finally came back out of her shell. Other: Jenny's also a fairly skilled mechanic, able to fix machines and occasionally people too, since there’s not really a problem that a Wrench Whack to the head can’t solve. At least in her mind, anyway.
1,151	21	18	1,966	2,619	Regal Navail, The Planet Regal glanced over at a yellow shine, the familiar “Gokai Change” call drawing his attention. Smiling behind his visor, he laid eyes on the smaller Gokai Yellow, she fit the suit well and made quick work of a Gormin nearby. He ran over to her, roundhouse kicking a Gormin into a discarded metal beam hanging from a ruined building. He laid a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back just a bit and laying powerful bullets into an array of Gormin Sailors, all of which grunted before going limp and falling. “Welcome to the team, Jen. How does it fit?” he asked, positioning himself to her back as a mass gang of Gormins circled them both. A saber rested in one hand and pistol in the other. This was funnier than he thought, but he held his mission firm in the back of his head. “For the sake of the team and galaxy,” he uttered, the impulse pounding at his heart.	Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here
1,152	21	19	1,045	335	One of the Gormins made it back to Action commander Shikabanen, "Gormin Gormin," Shikabanen turned to see one of his soldiers running in. "What are you doing here?" Demanding an answer, " Gormin gor gor min min," he said. Skikabanen turned and walked around as the Gormin spoke. "So some people showned up on a ship from space and is now pushing you all back. And you say two of them are dressed in spandex and one turned a spear into a gun and shot at you all while one more came off and you got a glimpse of her changing into the same spandex? And they are very strong?" The gormin nodded. Action commander Shikabanen was being over come with Joy, finally some resistance! He would be able to actually fight and have fun, "A challenge has arisen, maybe I can get a good work out before we dispose of this planet." He walked over to a table and looked at his battle map. "Gormin gormin?" Action commander Skinabanen turned, "No we don't need to report this to HQ. This should not be a problem at all. I will be rid of them soon enough." The Gormin looked at him, "Gormin gorm min min Gormin?" "Do you doubt my power? DO YOU BELIEVE I WILL BE DEFEATED?" He kicked the Gormin threw the door he came in. "These pest will be dealt with accordingly. Ready the troops, we march out in 5mins." back at the battle Recca changed his spear from gun mode to spear mode and was melee combat with 3 gormins. Recca was not morphed but he was getting close to changing cause he was starting to get more then what he could handle. spinning his spear around then extending it by the butt end, and took out three Gormins. He looked over to Jen and it looked like her had finally joined the battle. He wondered how she would fair in a fight, so far she took out one which was not bad. Regal ran over to give his assistance with made Recca breath a little bit easier. But suddenly they were surrounded by Gormin Recca dashed over with his spear resting on his shoulder, once he got closed he jumped and kicked one in the side of the head sending him falling to the ground. Recca then position himself looking out with his back to Regal and Jen, A triangle defense. "You two seem to be enjoying yourselves with your powers." He said smiling and looking at Gormins dance back and forth looking for an opening in their defense.	Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.
1,153	22	0	2,097	1,847	Belle Sinclair You have hereby been cordially invited to the Fairytale Academy, where you will be learning all the traits of… “Yada, yada, yada,” Belle says, rolling her eyes. The taxi driver looks back at her with a sigh and pulls to a stop in front of the tall academy with the large red roof. Belle looks up at the tall building. It looks like something from one of the old children’s books she loved. She smiles and got out of the cab, handing the cabbie himself some money for the ride. She looks around and sees that the academy is basically in the middle of nowhere. She sighs and looks down at the blue book she clutches to her chest. This was going to be awful without her father here. She misses him already. She makes her way up the pathway to the front of the academy and looks around. She notices children beginning to arrive, each the same age or slightly older or younger than her. She sees an elderly woman walk to the top of the staircase and call for all students to come and meet in front of the main stairs, where she was standing. Obviously, the people here did not want to waste time. She walks to in front of the woman and stands there, waiting for the others. Peter Pan “Wooooo!” he yells as he dips through the sky, his arms spread out like wings. He laughs as he dips and dives and rolls, and he looks down below, noticing the red roofed academy below him. He laughs again and dive bombs the academy. He narrowly misses trees and shrubbery and slides to a stop in the middle of a pathway leading up to the main doorway of the school. He looks around with a smile and says, “Ooh, rough landing, but at least I didn’t break anything this time.” He looks around and notices more people arriving each minute. He grins as the elderly lady on the stairs calls to them and he turns toward the stairs, walking over. He takes a spot next to a brunette girl with glasses and smiles at her before asking the lady, “What, you don’t want us to mingle for a little bit and get to know each other?” He laughs at his own joke and looks around, waiting for the others to come up.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,154	22	1	1,046	4,333	Hansel and Gretel got out of the taxi together, breathing in fresh air. "Whoa..." Both the twins gasped at the academy, shocked that the two will be living there in the next four years. The twins looked at each other grinned excitedly. "This is gonna..." Hansel trailed off. "...be totally awesome." Gretel finished. They walked together side by side towards the front of the academy, through the pathway, in which they are still admiring the scenery. They were poor, okay? They're not used to high-class stuff. "I'll be missing Dad-," Hansel murmured to her sister. "-but not that she-devil." Gretel murmured back to her brother. They arrived at the destination, in which it lookslike the place for students to wait and socialize probably. Hansel noticed a boy who looks roughly a few years older than them, and promptly grinned at him. "Hey," he greeted in which her sister whipped her head around and noticed Peter as well and smiled. "I'm Hansel-" "-and I'm Gretel."	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,155	22	2	2,188	1,106	“Kitty. Kiy. Chester, come on” Alice’s voice penetrated under the bed where Kyrin was hiding, wide eyes glowing in the weak light. “Won’t.” Kyrin whispered, tail lashing madly, “Won’t, won’t, won’t” “Kyrin Chester! You will come out from under that bed this instant!” A Tomcat, ginger and white in colour, with strange blue eyes, crawled out from under the bed, whimpering in protest as Alice, a girl with long golden locks and pale skin, swept him off the floor and into her arms. “Alright, I’ve set some clothes out on the bed, so change and I’ll send you on your way.” Alice plopped Kyrin on the bed and wandered out the room. Shifting back to human form, Kyrin pulled on the cargo pants, stripy top and plain grey hoodie, tucking her dog tag down the front, and readjusting her red collar, before slipping out the door. Trotting silently down the corridor, Kyrin had nearly made it to the front door when she was intercepted by Alice, swept into a hug and kissed multiple times on the head. Tugging herself free, Kyrin grinned at Alice, “I’ll be fine.” Having ditched all her nerves from earlier with her cat skin. Flicking up her hood and pushing open the door, Kyrin stepped out onto the gravel path and looked up and down the quiet road. “Ummm…… where exactly is this school?” Alice grinned, much like Kyrin normally did, “You didn’t think I was going to let go of you that easily, did you? Come on.” Alice disappeared into the garage, and came back with a shiny red motorbike. “Mother said I had to take you, so hop on yeah?” She swung herself onto the motorbike and Kyrin followed suit, Grinning even more profoundly than before. The ride was long but not bad, and Kyrin love every second of it. They came to a screeching stop, the back wheel spinning out and round, flashy and dangerous, just as Alice liked it. Kyrin leapt off the motorbike, waving goodbye to Alice before heading up towards the rather grand looking school. Noticing a group forming Kiy headed that way, carefully wrapping her tail round her waist so it looked less like a tail and more like a fancy belt. I felt weird and wrong, but she wasn’t yet willing to let others see her ears or tail, force of habit mostly. At least, she thought, she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel weird, if the long haired boy she was following was any indication. Slinking up next to him she grinned, "Hi. Weird place this, hey?"	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,156	22	3	459	87	WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head. Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely! Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric? Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him! Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,157	22	4	2,143	593	The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,158	22	5	1,046	4,333	Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,159	22	6	2,188	1,106	Kyrin flinched. The boy didn’t have to be so harsh. But he didn’t seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, “I don’t really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?” More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn’t right in his personal space. “Stay away!” He growled and Kiy nodded, “Just for now? Or forever? ‘Cause I expect you’d be lonely if we all went away forever.” She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. “I’ll be your friend if you want,” She muttered quietly, “Being lonely isn’t fun.”	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,160	22	7	2,097	1,847	Peter Peter turns to the young twins and grins. "Hey you two! Nice to meet you." He cringes when they begin to finish each others' sentences. "Uh, do you guys do that all the time? Because that will get slightly annoying." Peter looks toward the elderly lady, who has yet to say anything yet. He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "My name is Peter. Peter Pan. What grade are you guys in?" He rubs the back of his neck self consciously. A lot of people made fun of his last name a lot because it wasn't a common name. But these young ones didn't seem like that. He looks over at the outburst of the very large looking guy next to a few people. Hopefully this guys doesn't go crazy... Belle Belle looks up from having a nose in a book and sees Beast cringing away from everyone and looking nervous and scared. She shuts her book quickly and jumps to her feet, hurrying over to him. "Hey, it's okay!" she says, holding up her hands to calm him down. She looks at the others as they try to become his friend and calm him down as well. Belle looks at him. He reminds her of a little lost puppy dog who is afraid of everything. She looks back at Kyrin and Graham. "You guys might want to back up a little bit, just in case." She smiles softly and walks toward him calmly, keeping her hands up at a non-threatening angle. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly and she carefully pushes them back up her nose. "It's okay. You're among friends." She keeps the smile on her face. "My name is Belle Sinclair. You will not be hurt here. What is your name?" She waits patiently for him to answer her. He looks like a big softie, minus the fact that he has a voice like a lion...	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,161	22	8	152	152	Red sighed as her best up car bumbled down the street. With each inch the car shook, squeaked, and moaned, making all kinds of noises a car shouldn't be making. She gripped the wheel, knuckles white, still terrified of driving. Crowding up the backseat was all she could ever need. Old CDs, half-eaten bags of potato chips, a couple of books, her backpack full of her supplies, and a medical kit. The entire car was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned it in awhile, and various dents and scratches had been embedded into the sides from her previous accidents. As she reached the school, her blue eyes stared up at it in confusion. "Is this the place?" she gawked, glancing at her hand-drawn map. "Wow, it's freakin' huge!" As she got closer she realized how much it seemed like a castle. How very unfitting for poor little Red. She stopped in front of the school, assuming it was okay to park, and got out of the car, cringing at the squeaky sound her door made. Wearing a black T-shirt, dark jean shorts, leggings, and her lucky red coat, Red was ready to make an entrance. She noticed the group of other students standing in front of the building. They were all so different from eachother. Too bad her notebook was lodged between all her other supplies, so she couldn't make some quick notes. "Yo!" Red called out, waving her arm around in a frenzy. "I just want to know if anyone's got a map of this place. I lose mine--" in that pile of trash in the back of her car "--and I'm positive I'll get lost in this castle here," she joked, gesturing towards the school. With a big smile, her eyes glitered expectantly.	Picture Here Name "King" Graham Age (In this Canon) 18 Story They Are From King's Quest (IT COUNTS) Family The Cracker Family (No Parents or Siblings) He does have a pet owl named Cedric However, which he is allowed to bring to school. Crush/Partner Valanice (Not official RP Canon yet) Abilities Very Strong, Very Cunning, Really Good at Fencing. Personality Kind, Compassionate, Selfless. History Despite being a rambunctious young lad as a child, he always followed every rule to the letter and proved to be the bravest and kind of knights. Now due to his loyalty and love for his country he has reached the level of "King". He wishes to bring more pride to his loved land of Daventry. Other(Random Stuff like Theme Song) Cedric is a prick, but Graham loves him. One of the world's greatest Kleptomainiacs
1,162	22	9	1,098	1,153	Muriel \| M&M Muriel groaned as she sat in the backseat of her father's vehicle, chin in the palm of her hand, eyes staring blankly out of the window. She made unfortunate noises as her father looked in the rear view mirror at her. "Look, I know that this is hard for you but this school has accepted you for whatever reason and you are going." He beckoned towards her as she rolled her eyes. She was relatively quiet for most of the ride then she seen the school up ahead. As the car came to a halt, she sat back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest, her breath huffing through her nose. She pouted but her father didn't care as he got out of his seat and opened up her door. "Come on, Muriel, I'd hate to embarrass you on your first day." With those words said, Muriel slithered her way out of the vehicle then went to the very back to grab her luggage. She saw some kids that were younger than her and some that looked around her age. Her lip quirked to the side as her father got back into the vehicle but rolled down his window and shouted. "Love you, honey! Be safe!" He honked his horn then drove off as she stood there, waving her hand. As soon as her father faded away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Felix. "Come and get me. I'm at this boarding school." She exaggerated as Felix tried to calm her down. "I will not calm down. He sent me to a boarding school!" She screamed at the last few words then looked around her. "You know, I might be overreacting, a little bit. I guess I'll have to give it a shot." A soft sigh escaped over her parted lips as she hanged up her cell phone and mustered up the strength and walked up the few steps in front of the school. Muriel pushed the door opened and wheeled in her two luggage bags as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She paid little attention to the people around her, not intentionally though, she just wanted to see where her room was going to be. With the shrug of her shoulders, she hummed a random tune to herself and wheeled around with her luggage.	"Don't take my kindness for a weakness - That'll be your first and last mistake." Name Muriel Murphy Nicknames The only thing she'll accept is M&M. Don't ask why, she just know that she'll accept it. Age 18 Story They Are From The Little Mermaid Character Ariel Appearance Muriel is a very petite girl, standing about five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. She has long, red locks of hair that cascade down to her mid back. She has bright chestnut colored eyes that are perfectly almond shaped. She has sun kissed skin from spending almost all of her off days at the beach. Her skin is also blemish free and she doesn't have any piercings, other than her ear lobes. She often wears anything that you can go to the beach in. She doesn't care where she is. At work, she wears the required uniform, which is a baby blue shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Family Muriel only has her father, Tristan, who owns the local aquarium, King's Tristan. She also has an overprotective friend named Cedric, who watches her every move for her father's sake and a fun, spontaneous friend named Felix. Crush or Partner Open for discussion. Abilities Siren Song - Her voice will put you in a trance like state of mind and she can persuade another person to do whatever she commands. But she'll have to sing it and not say it. Personality Muriel is very adventurous. She'll go almost anywhere with almost anybody. There is no place that she hasn't been for real. She is also naive, meaning that whatever someone tells her, she believes it - No matter the price to pay. Muriel overall is a very go with the flow type of person. She doesn't really care of the consequences and the punishment that she'll receive, she just wants to live her life while she still has one. History Muriel was born at sea and when they got to the hospital, unfortunately her mother died. Growing up, knowing that it truly devastated her but she didn't let it stop her from living her life. Even though her father, Tristan hates almost everybody she hangs out with, she really got to experience true love but she can feel that love is coming soon or so she hopes. As soon as she turned of age, her father hired her to work at the local aquarium, basically attempting to keep her shut out of the outside world. She hated him for quite some time and know that the manager there, Sebby is to watch over her since she has became close to her best friend at work, Luke. She protested time and time again that he is only a friend though her father does not believe her.
1,163	22	10	2,188	1,106	Kyrin’s ears dropped beneath her hood, vaguely visible. She slunk away, rather like a kicked cat. Fading slowly as embarrassment caught up to her. Moving carefully and silently she weaved her way between other students, trying not to stand on anyone’s toes, by this time there was nothing of her that could be seen, nothing but a faint impression of her eyes, gone before you could register you had seen them. Passing by girls, boys, and what appeared to be a pair of twins, Kiy slumped down against a wall, slowly fading back into view. “Why, did I leave?” she muttered to herself, “Alice was nice, I understood Alice, mostly, but here is weird, I don’t like it here. Alice please.” Her tail slipped free and started lashing softly by her side, showing her agitation. Her hands, had she looked at them were shrinking, gold-ginger fur growing on the backs. She was losing control of her form, it happened occasionally when she was scared or agitated, and today she was a little of both. I wasn’t really the incident earlier, rather it was the coming somewhere new, with so many new people, and the feeling was only just catching up to her now.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,164	22	11	2,097	1,847	At that, both twins grinned playfully at Peter, both having heard that multiple times already. They decided to mess with him a little bit first. "Like-" "-what?" The twins asked oh-so innocently but they soon laughed it off, calling out their joke. "Well it's too bad, Peter," Hansel explained patiently. "It's a habit of ours," giggled Gretel. "Call us creepy twins," Hansel joked. "But we don't care," Finished the female twin. Finally, both of them answered Peter's question in one voice. "We're freshmen." Hansel asked as an afterthought, "Are you a senior?"	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,165	22	12	2,143	593	Rylan "Rumpled" Stiltskin Rylan, to say the least, was rather annoyed by all the kids that began showing up. He'd become slightly bored, waiting on whatever they were waiting for. Then he saw the big guy roar at the blonde girl. He cocked an eyebrow, and stood from where he sat on the steps. The black haired girl - Belle Sinclair - took to calming him down. This could be interesting... Rylan reasoned with himself. The guy was obviously very intimidating towards the others - so would he be the top dog among the new students? Well that just didn't sit well with Rylan. Let's see how far you'll go... Seeing a chance to present himself, Rylan pushed through some student, shoving some blonde kid out of the way. "C'mon now, guys..." He said, stepping to the middle of the circle that had formed around the big guy. "Ms. Sinclair is right - you're among friends." He said, giving a fake smile. "Come on now, big guy... what do you say? Wanna be my friend?" He proposed, purposely speaking in a taunting tone. "Let's see, do you like magic tricks?" He reached into his pocket and fished out a bronze penny from a jumble of loose coins. "Let's see..." He flicked the coin up like he was doing a coin toss. All the while, he watched the guy's eyes - was he getting angrier? He caught the coin and closed his fingers around. He blew on the fist and opened his hand- the coin was gone. "Ta-da!" He looked to some of the students - obviously unamused. "Not good enough for you guys? Tough crowd..." He reached over, placing his hand beside Belle's ear. He snapped his finger and the coin appeared in his fingers. "Well what do you know - Belle Sinclair! Rich in coins and in beauty." He gave her a mischievous wink, which he was certain she wouldn't find attractive, but that was the point. He pocketed the coin and stared dead-on at the big guy. "Did ya like that?" He put on another fake smile, daring the guy to get angrier.	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,166	22	13	1,821	1,697	This was a mistake. Elsa watched as people, her peers, began gathering around at the entrance. All varied in some way or another but not in a way that Elsa varied, she thought. How could they know? Taking a deep breath, Elsa tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she opened the taxi door, leaving the safety of anonymity for that of exposure. This was it... Her first trial of rejoining the world and what a way to pick it. Boarding school with what Elsa had imagined to be filled with conniving and ruthless teens, all fueled by hormones and that drive for identity. But if she could survive this without a major incident, she could return and embrace her sister once more. The taxi driver, who had been standing just outside Elsa's door with her luggage for awhile now, was peeved that he was stuck idling as Elsa gazed off in the distance. He coughed which snapped Elsa out of her trance and quickly handed her backpack, suitcase, and a trunk all filled with whatever she planned on needing or wanting. The taxi driver nodded and quickly left, not expecting a tip for his services, leaving Elsa alone to face the world. "No going back..." She whispered to nobody in particular as she gripped the handles to her wheeled luggage containers tightly. Another deep breath and Elsa made way to the entrance and by extension the mass of people all in conversation. As Elsa approached, her posture was stiff but very noble. Her chin ever so slightly titled upwards to give onlookers the impression that she was just as cold hearted as she appeared. Speaking of which, her outfit was a bit unplanned as her cashmere sweater began form crystalized ice around the sleeves and collar so she quickly threw a plan blue hoodie that was several sizes larger than Elsa. A tactical move to cover her hands to prevent any unintentionally freezing. Thankfully her pants, slightly rolled up, and flats hadn't begun to freeze yet. The first thing Elsa stumbled into was some sort of magic trick being performed. Who still did magic? Elsa thought to herself as she had believed that tings like that were a bit childish according to her research through various televised programs. But a quick study showed that the would be magician was only trying to aggravate a tall fellow. Elsa kept her distance as she navigated around the gathered group and hung close to the front door to make a hasty escape if things turned ugly but she had to see this through. It would be nice to know who to avoid through this whole ordeal.	Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.
1,167	22	14	459	87	Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,168	22	15	1,046	4,333	In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,169	22	16	2,097	1,847	Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,170	22	17	2,188	1,106	The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn’t even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn’t really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,171	22	18	2,143	593	The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,172	22	19	1,821	1,697	Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.	Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.
1,173	22	20	1,046	4,333	Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,174	22	21	459	87	Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was... Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them. Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?! "Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,175	22	22	2,097	1,847	Peter "Sorry, guys," he says quietly. "I've never been here before and she seemed pretty adamant that girls should not room with boys. I'm sure your roommates will be nice." He smiles at them before picking up his bag. "I'm going to find my room, but if you need me, you can always track me down. See you later!" He gives them a little wave before heading inside. He looks around toward the doorways and sees his name on a little plaque above the doorway. He pulls to a stop and looks up at it, seeing his roommate. PeterHatter What an unusual name Peter thought to himself as he sees the Hatter already inside their room. He feels super awkward suddenly as he walks in and sets his stuff down on his bed, opposite of the Hatter's. He sucks in his cheeks and looks around, not making eye contact, before he looks straight at him and says, "Uh. Hi?" Belle Belle walks down the hallway her eyes scanning the plaques of the girls' rooms. Her eyes finally see her name and she smiles. BelleGretel She had yet to meet this Gretel but she did hope that she was nice. She looks across the hallway to a room that was kitty corner to hers and saw Beast using a knife to scrape a name off one of the plaques. She could barely make out the name "Adam" that he was scraping off... Huh, that must be his real name. She stops looking immediately as his roommate comes over and yells at him and she walks inside her room, setting her things down. She walks over to her bed and she notices a strange book on it, right on her pillow. She tips her head to the side and picks up it, reading the cover. Tales from the Academy She narrows her eyes at the front of the book, not recognizing the title. She shrugs and flips it open, looking to read the first page... It's completely blank though. She sighs angrily and sets it down next to her bed before she plops down on the bed of her own and begins to flip through her other book, the one she had been reading earlier.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,176	22	23	2,188	1,106	Having followed the pretty dark-haired girl to the dorms, Kyrin looked up and down the hall scanning the metal plaques, looking for something that looked vaguely like her name, in the end she just looked at each meaningless word and discarded it if the first letter looked wrong. The first one she found that looked vaguely right had K…O…V…U. which was wrong, not to mention there seemed to already be two people at that room even it Beast wasn’t actually in it; he was busy mutilating the door plaque, which had made it rather hard to understand the letters. Beast himself seemed calmer now and Kyrin realized that really she should apologize for earlier. “Ummm…” she murmured, “Uh, I’m sorry for my behavior earlier.” She then wandered off, glad to have gotten that off her chest, tail swishing softly behind her. She had to walk up and down the corridor a few more times before she finally found it. Pausing she slowly, painstakingly spelt it out, “K…Y…R…I…N………C…H…E…S…T…E…R.” And above it was, “R…E…D………S……M…A…Y” Really Kiy thought, I should get someone to read it to me.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,177	22	24	2,097	1,847	"Huh, she seems nice," Hansel commented as he studies Gretel's roommate when he decided to walk his sister to her dorm. Gretel agreed, before facing his brother. "C'mon, we're here now, go to your room," she chided him, reluctantly closing the door to his face. "Okay, okay. Ring me up when something happens!" Her overprotective brother reminded before the door shuts him up. "Got it!" Gretel turned around and faced the girl who seems absorbed into her book, a mischievous plan forming into her mind. She sneaks out quietly behind Belle, grinning playfully before she's just an inch behind Belle's head. And with a creepy and startling voice, she said loudly, "Yo, what're you reading?"	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,178	22	25	152	152	Red frowned. Apparently no one here has a map, she thought, exhaling in defeat. Guess I'm doomed to being forever lost. She could see it now. Running down endless halls and corridors, climbing the same staircase up and down over and over, realizing she was running in circles the whole time. She'd never find her class. There was a ton of commotion, various people falling and bumping into eachother, chatting and a bit of awkward mumbling. It was so much to take in. No one looked quite like the folks at home. There was a chick with bright blond hair, almost so blond it was white, and a huge guy that couldn't be quite human. In addition to those was what looked like a bookworm, twins, and a redheaded beauty. Red tried to take mental photographs of the scene, but things were happening too quickly. Suddenly the old lady spoke. She must work here or something. The principal? She missed most of the speech, besides the dinner part. After the woman had spoken, bubbles burst from her, and Red strained to see what was going on over all the heads of the others, to no avail. By the time she could see, the old lady was gone. The homeless shapeshifter blinked in confusion. She hadn't imagined the lady, had she? She surely hadn't imagined hearing that dinner was in an hour. Everyone started filing into the building, and Red headed after. As she entered the building her breath stopped. Her new school was gorgeous, and--as she'd figured--totally capable of sucking her up into its abyss. The boys were separating from the girls. Red followed the girls to the girl's dormitory. She read the names of each door, feeling dread for the first time in awhile. What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm weird. Oh wait, I am weird. I'm definitely not normal. But no one here is normal, either, right? What if she's weird like me? Am I dressed okay? Oh God, my outfit is horrid. She's so gonna-- Red's thoughts stopped as she came upon her dorm, and another girl standing in front of it. The girl was wearing her hood, as if it was cold. She was also dressed rather casually. The gray hoodie was a big contrast to Red's crimson coat. Her blue eyes met the other girl's cat-like ones. Silently, she glanced at the girl's name. "Kyrin Chester," she read with a nod. With a smile she held out her hand. "Yo, I'm Red."	Picture Here Name "King" Graham Age (In this Canon) 18 Story They Are From King's Quest (IT COUNTS) Family The Cracker Family (No Parents or Siblings) He does have a pet owl named Cedric However, which he is allowed to bring to school. Crush/Partner Valanice (Not official RP Canon yet) Abilities Very Strong, Very Cunning, Really Good at Fencing. Personality Kind, Compassionate, Selfless. History Despite being a rambunctious young lad as a child, he always followed every rule to the letter and proved to be the bravest and kind of knights. Now due to his loyalty and love for his country he has reached the level of "King". He wishes to bring more pride to his loved land of Daventry. Other(Random Stuff like Theme Song) Cedric is a prick, but Graham loves him. One of the world's greatest Kleptomainiacs
1,179	22	26	2,188	1,106	“Red?” Kyrin rolled the name round her mouth, “is that what this says?” She pointed to the plaque. “I’m Kyrin” she looked blankly at the hand, why was the girl offering her hand? Surely she didn’t want Kyrin to sniff it? Etiquette was good and all that, but how did she know Kyrin was a cat? It took her a few seconds to realize that it was probably some human custom, Alice might have mentioned at some point, uhhh… shake? ……Paw……shake?…… Handshake. That was it; handshake, which was probably how it sounded, the shaking of someone’s hand. She took Red’s hand, seriously hoping she was right. Letting go, she turned and pushed open the door too their room, “Do you want some help with any luggage? ‘Cause I’ve only got this.” She said lifting the small messenger bag slung across her shoulder and dumping it on the floor, “You want first pick of the beds?”	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,180	22	27	2,097	1,847	Belle Belle nearly jumps three feet in the air when the young girl asks her what she is reading. She looks over at her and takes a deep breath. Oh, this must be Gretel. "Nothing big. It's just a fantasy book," Belle tells her, putting her bookmark back in place and sitting up on her bed. She looks at the girl. She seems nice... looks like a bit of a troublemaker, but nice. "I'm Belle Sinclair. You must be Gretel?" She holds out her hand for a handshake.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,181	22	28	1,098	1,153	Muriel \| M&M Muriel continued to walk around the beautiful home then came to a sudden gasp, when she stared out one of the windows and seen a group of kids gathered around. 'Am I suppose to be out there?' She thought to herself, leaving her luggage in the middle of the floor and running in her converses towards the outside. She stood on the top step but got there a little bit too late. With a soft sigh, she turned heel and walked right back inside but was still confused about the lady that poof into bubbles. With her lips quirked to the side, she went back over to her luggage and started to wheel them around, again. She walked up the stairs and walked around then saw a plaque with the her name on it and some girl named Elsa. Her eyebrow raised up as she wondered who it was. Muriel shrugged her shoulders then eyed the blonde headed female that appeared next to her. "Uhm, yes, yes I am." She smiled and turned her body fully towards her now and extended her hand for the female to shake. "You must be Elsa?" When or if the female, named Elsa shook her hand, she would drop her hand and arms back by her side. "So, shall we go inside and see what awaits us?" She'd snicker while reaching out and turning the doorknob, pushing the door forward. "After you." She waved her arm inside, insisting that Elsa go in first. There is absolutely no telling what could jump out or fall down and she didn't want to be the culprit of anyone of those disasters.	"Don't take my kindness for a weakness - That'll be your first and last mistake." Name Muriel Murphy Nicknames The only thing she'll accept is M&M. Don't ask why, she just know that she'll accept it. Age 18 Story They Are From The Little Mermaid Character Ariel Appearance Muriel is a very petite girl, standing about five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. She has long, red locks of hair that cascade down to her mid back. She has bright chestnut colored eyes that are perfectly almond shaped. She has sun kissed skin from spending almost all of her off days at the beach. Her skin is also blemish free and she doesn't have any piercings, other than her ear lobes. She often wears anything that you can go to the beach in. She doesn't care where she is. At work, she wears the required uniform, which is a baby blue shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Family Muriel only has her father, Tristan, who owns the local aquarium, King's Tristan. She also has an overprotective friend named Cedric, who watches her every move for her father's sake and a fun, spontaneous friend named Felix. Crush or Partner Open for discussion. Abilities Siren Song - Her voice will put you in a trance like state of mind and she can persuade another person to do whatever she commands. But she'll have to sing it and not say it. Personality Muriel is very adventurous. She'll go almost anywhere with almost anybody. There is no place that she hasn't been for real. She is also naive, meaning that whatever someone tells her, she believes it - No matter the price to pay. Muriel overall is a very go with the flow type of person. She doesn't really care of the consequences and the punishment that she'll receive, she just wants to live her life while she still has one. History Muriel was born at sea and when they got to the hospital, unfortunately her mother died. Growing up, knowing that it truly devastated her but she didn't let it stop her from living her life. Even though her father, Tristan hates almost everybody she hangs out with, she really got to experience true love but she can feel that love is coming soon or so she hopes. As soon as she turned of age, her father hired her to work at the local aquarium, basically attempting to keep her shut out of the outside world. She hated him for quite some time and know that the manager there, Sebby is to watch over her since she has became close to her best friend at work, Luke. She protested time and time again that he is only a friend though her father does not believe her.
1,182	22	29	2,256	1,910	Percy grumbled, tapping his foot on the floor of the cab. The driver was horrible. Couldn't seem to go faster then thirty-five miles per hour,and got them lost multiple times. What good was he? After several more minutes, he finally arrived at the academy, stepping out with his backpack. He had a look of amazement on his face at the sight of the building. He stole for what he wanted, he wasn't use to this type of thing, having grown up in a very poor area. He shook his head, stepping forward, spying the last group of people slipping inside. At least he wasn't too late. He continued forward, the soles of his knee length, black boots lightly touching the ground as he walked. He had a graceful walk, green eyes scanning the area. Bouncing slightly against his left leg is his sword, the scabbard of which is attached to his belt. It probably wasn't a normal sight, someone carrying a sword, but he didn't bother with it. He adjusted his hat on his head, the design slightly off for people of this time, but it was a prized possession, black with a red strip along the edge, and a large yellow feather sticking out of the side, the side of the hat folding up to the top. He entered the building, gazing around in amazement, before following the sound of male's talking, gazing around. Thankfully he had a decent literacy level, not one to brag about, but he could read things. He entered a hallway, supposedly of dorms, eyeing the people in the hallway. A small smile formed on his face, glancing at the doors, and began searching for his name. At the sight of his name, noticing the name Rylan paired with it, he went inside, gazing around, not spotting his room mate. He glanced down at himself, studying the dark attire, assuring it was neat. A tight fitting black t-shirt, and black, also tight pants that disappeared under his boots. It was his normal outfit, and would be a shock to find him in anything else but this. Pleased with the state of it, he sat his bag down on his bed, temped to shift into his cat form, but deciding against it so to probably talk to his roommate as a human, even if he is capable of that as a cat.	Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment
1,183	22	30	2,097	1,847	Meanwhile, Cedric was flying through the halls with Graham following. The walls as usual were covered with various posters and pictures made to make new guests feel at home. Some such posters were not held done correctly with the right amount of adhesive, Graham took advantage of this and began sticking some posters and condoms into his bag. Always need to be safe! Graham exclaimed. Cedric stopped at one of the doors with an owl on it. OOHH! Graham! I think this is supposed to be our room! Let's go inside! Cedric you could never be more right. Graham took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heading inside the room. The room was the same as any of the other rooms, except maybe a foot longer to accommodate for an extra person being added. (That extra person of course being Cedric. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room. Cedric scoffed at the sight of it. OOOOH! A Birdcage! How Disgraceful! Now Cedric, I truly think the academy was kind in supplying a bed for you. Graham opened his sack and began placing his belongings all over the room. (Not counting the items he's already collected along the way). I'm not sleeping in there! I get claustrophobic and have several nightmares! OOOOH! I'd rather sleep outside. Suit yourself. Graham stated, he opened the window and Cedric flew out. However, you never know when a birdcage may come in handy. Graham unscrewed the birdcage from it's stand and placed it inside his bag.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,184	22	31	2,188	1,106	Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn’t what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. “Sir? We’re here.” The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that’s what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible ‘workshop’, Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn’t too late. It totally wasn’t his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn’t his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,185	22	32	2,143	593	Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,186	22	33	2,256	1,910	Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.	Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment
1,187	22	34	2,188	1,106	Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people’s names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it’s own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his ‘workshop’ and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in ‘fine clothes fit for a prince’ but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,188	22	35	1,046	4,333	Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,189	22	36	2,143	593	Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,190	22	37	1,821	1,697	Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.	Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.
1,191	22	38	459	87	Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,192	22	39	1,046	4,333	Beast's eye twitched with annoyance. "Let me in." He repeated now in a much more monotone voice. This guy thought he was bullying Adam? A funny thought. The Beast bullying himself. It was enough to make the rough looking man chuckle, a light smile splayed on his sharp features, annoyance replaced with bemusement. Still smiling, he banged on the door. "You're a real comedian, Kovu. I've never thought about bullying myself." He chuckled again, shaking his head with his hand still held to the door. It was true, though. He'd bully himself before he'd ever bully anyone else. Yet another prime example of people thinking the worst of him. Still, he couldn't fault them with it. He did look like a beast, a nasty individual who seemed to only live for blood and violence. Maybe he should just succumb to that. It wasn't like he'd ever find his true love here... It wasn't like anyone would be able to see past the bully to the boy underneath. Still, instead of cursing the witch, he'd come to thank her for her curse on him. Though it meant a life of solitude for himself, it also let him see the true colors of those around him. He told him who to trust and who not to trust, which... was probably everyone.	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,193	22	40	2,097	1,847	Belle Belle smiles and shuts her book, looking over at the younger girl. "Sure! We can do yours first." She sets her book down on the side table and slides the new book under her bed, hoping that the younger girl did not see it. She walks over to her and opens the wardrobe near the edge of the bed and opens it, seeing a few extra hangers already in there. "Alright, so what do you want to do first? I don't exactly have much things, except my books." She smiles back at Gretel.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,194	22	41	380	677	Cruella After the grand welcome from the hag who called herself 'Godmother Fey' Cecilia stalked the halls of the school, searching for her dorm room. She didn't know who she would share with, but she didn't really think it mattered. She would be lonely in this stupid school, without Jasper and Horace she didn't have anyone. "Daddy! You can't send me away without them! They're my friends, I can't believe you!" Cecilia screeched, pounding on her father's chest. He looked down at her, disapproval etched in his strict features. "They are not your friends, they are your servants. And you have no choice. I can't afford to send them with you. Now go pack, before I leave you behind." He pushed his daughter away, and gestured towards the door. "You're an ugly pig." She breathed, stomping out of the room, her makeup running down her face, and her fur coat falling off of her shoulders. Jasper and Horace stood outside the doors, they had heard everything, but it didn't seem to phase them. "Lady Cecilia," Jasper said, acknowledging her. Cecilia adjusted her coat, and cleared her throat. "Daddy said you two couldn't come. Let's go pack my bags." She scowled, the memory was still a sore spot for her. She rolled her eyes, knowing someday she would show her father what she was made of. It didn't take long to find the dorms, and each one had a plaque. She searched for her name, and soon found it. She strolled into the room, and carried her bags with her. She threw her things onto one of the bags and threw herself on with it. Today would be a long day, and she had barely gotten started. She thought about her classes, and why she was here. Many of the othes appeared to be 'special', such as the old hag that had introduced herself to the students. They either had amazing special effect makers, and this was all a ruse, or that lady had some tricks up her old fashioned sleeves. Cecilia felt as though she was getting a headache thinking of all these options, and with a sigh, she let her eyes close. "I hate this place." ~°~°~ Ursula After a rather boring introduction from Godmother Fey as she called herself, and some rather horrible showy magic, Ulma found herself freed from the crowd. She walked through the halls with her bags in one hand, and a map in the other. She wasn't ready to go to her dorm, in fact she wanted to roam and run around. She wanted to play tricks on all the prissy people she saw here, and maybe she would even try to make a deal if she could. Ulma sighed, rubbing her temples. She had just started school and she was already finding ways to get in trouble. How desperate could she get? Her slick smile wavered, and she frowned, confused. Why did she fight with herself? She wished she could choose, because she always thought she chose the dark side, and then her conscious cut in. It made her feel sick sometimes, and other times it made her feel happy that she was making the right choice. "I need to figure myself out." She growled to herself. Looking around, she realized that in her confusion she had wandered to a door with a plaque that had her name on it, with a shrug she pulled open the door and stepped inside. It was a nice, open dorm room, but Ulma figured it was like every other room. She threw her things on the bed, and one at a time, she started to pull clothing and items out of her suitcase, putting them all where they belonged. She wanted to get this over with as soon as she could, so she could go and explore the halls a bit more before they're next activity. "This place is much more cleaner than my old home. I like it." She muttered, touching her cabinet and the bedpost with a little bit of hope. Maybe she would like this place, as unlikely as that was.	~°~°~ Name Cecilia D. Brown ~°~°~ Nickname Cruella ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story One Hundred and One Dalmatians ~°~°~ Family Jasper and Horace have always been her friends/servants. And though they get on her nerves, she usually turns to them in hard times. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner Cruella has no crush, unless her cravings for fashion count. ~°~°~ Abilities Cruella has no abilities, though she has a wicked eye for fashion. ~°~°~ Personality Cruella is a sly, petty snob. She can become obsessed with the strangest things, whether it is an expensive jewel, or a simple hound dog. She can only have the best, and goes to extremes to get what she needs. She has always been spoiled, and has a hard time understanding the world isn't her oyster. ~°~°~ History Cecilia was raised in a rich, upper class family. Her parents spoiled her, but they were almost never there for her, so she relied on her two young butlers, Jasper and Horace, for company. As she grew, she became uptight and snotty, but she also became obsessed with the latest trends in fashion. As the years went by, she separated herself from her parents more and more, only coming to them for money, and she went on to try to live out her dreams. Unfortunately her horrid parents had to cut in, and they sent her to a prestigious school in which she had to learn before becoming a designer. ~°~°~ Theme Song Cruella De Vil ------------------ ~°~°~ Name Ulma C. Saunders ~°~°~ Nickname Ursula Sea Witch ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story The Little Mermaid ~°~°~ Family She has parents, they just aren't important. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner That can be discussed later. ~°~°~ Abilities Ulma can make a mean deal, but it always comes with a price. She can brew you up a love potion, but only if you're willing to give up your most valued possessions, whether it's a gemstone, or your pretty voice. ~°~°~ Personality Ulma is cruel, but she wants you to think she's the best thing since sliced bread. She loves to make all sorts of deals, and is a sucker for a good trade. She's into trickery, so you have to be very specific when you ask her things. Ulma has always been neglected, but she tries to cover that up with her nice things. ~°~°~ History Ulma was born to parents as wicked as she was, they let her do almost whatever she wanted, as long as it didn't get them in trouble. She went out, and was wild, using her magic to get exactly what she wanted, in exchange for petty favors. She was an outcast in the world, and she used it to her own personal advantage. As she grew, she started to realize just how bad she was, and how much She seemed to enjoy it. She wanted to stop, at least that's what a good part of her said, but she saw no reason to. So she kept on like this, until her parents saw the light and sent her to a silly old boarding school. ~°~°~ Theme Song Poor Unfortunate Souls
1,195	22	42	2,097	1,847	(NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,196	22	43	2,188	1,106	Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin’s question Godmother Fey’s voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey’s voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. “Hi.” Kyrin said cheerfully, “I’m Kyrin, your roommate.” Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,197	22	44	2,256	1,910	A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.	Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment
1,198	22	45	2,143	593	The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song	Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P
1,199	22	46	2,097	1,847	Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

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