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3,800	84	127	2,428	4,480	Hot Springs, Day One Rubbing the back of his neck as they finished training, Creighton clutched his stomach with his free hand. Bruises were one thing, but hunger AND bruises were another. Remaining silent throughout the walk back, mostly out of shame of being physically losing to a teenage girl, Creighton just twiddled his thumbs, snacking on various nuts his rats sought out and brought back to him. Once they got inside the changing room, Creighton opted to go in butt-fuckin'-naked, the steam barely veiling his crotch as he ran into the bath, passing Marcus and saying: "Nice towel" and submerged himself completely, paddling over to a vacant end of the water. Sinking down until only his nose was up, Creighton sighed happily, the water around him visibly turning slightly darker. Last Lesson, Day Two Taking a seat on the floor, Creighton rested his hand on his perched fist, elbow digging into his knee as he listened. Pretty much all of it was rudimentary knowledge to him at this point, given his experience. But the talk did get one thought stirring..."...Balance Breaker...I wonder if that's how she killed her..." he thought to himself, moving his face into his palm as he tried to think of other things. Gear and Magic Training, Day Two Staring blankly as they talked of wings, Creighton yawned once it was his turn. Putting his hands in his pockets, he says: "HAD would be a better term to use, boss. I'm a flightless rat." Sunday, Bloody Sunday... Boring shit. Mostly just him reading and sleeping. Last Day Looking over the chocolate that Yuriha had given him, he tossed it a few times in his hand before saying: "Thanks kid." giving her a pat on the head before he walked back to his room, tossing the chocolate onto his coat, the rats all emerging and scrambling to get it. "Sorry kiddo, been around the block WAY too many times to fall for spiked chocolates...the hell did she put in these anyways?" He soon got his answer in the form of the rats literally dancing with each other, a few fashioning violins out of fine-fibers of Creighton's hair that were on the coat, and a couple of boxes of juice, as well as using cardboard tubes as tubas, shortening a few for trumpets, and using an old shoe and shoestrings a a chelo. One fucker got creative with a set of toothpicks and small metal cans to make a drumset. Classy little buggers... Too bad they couldn't sing beyond mild squeaks. From the goddamn sound of it, literally EVERYONE was getting some tonight. Even his sacred gear.	Name: Creighton Oriax (Really only took the last name since it was better than just having a first name) Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Reincarnated Devil Rank: Low-Class, was close to being promoted before he withdrew from society. Appearance: His eyes are normally just a dark blue, and they only glow when he's about to shift to his rat form. Personality: Extremely laid back, and very slow to anger, Creighton is, in a word: Mellow. He really couldn’t give a rat’s ass where you came from, though given his past, he has a good bit of trouble trusting most people, women in particular. He’s also the type to try and find amusement wherever he is, often dragging other people along for the ride when he can. His rats share his personality as well, though there are a couple that shatter the mold and gain a personality of their own once he reaches an emotional peak. Evil piece: Stray Demon/Former Pawn Categorized: N/A Normal Powers: Most normal Devil-Based abilities, though his wings have been shredded up and torn apart, the remnants barely visible even when he has them out. He’s also able to stomach eating just about any food, even if it's rotten or spoiled. Not that he likes to. Magical Energy and Powers: Able to turn into a small, demonic rat through his Sacred Gear. Secret Gear: Mantle Of Karni Mata: Takes the form of a large leather and fur coat on his back, which is actually formed of a thousand rats, each of which he is able to control and see through their eyes, and see what they see. Each Rat does have an individual gender, split at an even 50/50, and each only has one eye. Rats with a right eye are female, and left eyes are male. He’s also able to shift his form to blend into the rats, though he’s easily distinguished given that he’s the only one with two eyes. The primary strength of his Sacred Gear lies in its sheer flexibility and defensive nature. While the rats never truly DIE, their souls and bodies return to the cloak, the bodies dissolving instantly. Currently, he is able to pull roughly 500 rats out of his cloak. Revelations: Upon the death of his King, his sheer loneliness and lack of trust in anybody around him gave birth to the ability to congregate the rats into two separate forms, combining both into identical 4ft 7in rats that are by far more powerful and durable, sacrificing the speed and maneuverability of the individual rats. These two can easily shatter concrete and rend metal with their teeth, and their hides are thick and tough. Balance breaker: Doesn’t have one yet. Sub Species: N/A Equipment: Usually a bag of cheese-dusted crackers. Sometimes they’re mozzarella instead of cheddar. Bio/ History: Born a street rat, Creighton died a street rat, poor and alone, living amongst filth and grime amidst the streets of Frankfurt am Main, Germany. Never knowing who his parents were, or why he was abandoned were the least of his troubles as he struggled to live off what little he got by begging on a street corner, and what wasn’t stolen from him. Going to an orphanage wasn’t an option, as he had a reputation as not only a thief, but as a rather vulgar young boy. Alone, scared, cold, hungry, and sick, he died alone in an alleyway, never even really knowing his name. For the longest time he’d just gone by Pan, as he was always seen begging at a street corner with a small bedpan as his collection tray. But now, it seemed the nameless boy was destined to meet his end without even getting a chance to truly live. Or at least he would have, if he hadn’t caught the eye of a certain demon. Resurrected as a pawn of 2 pieces, new life surged into his cold and broken form, breath returning as he opened his eyes in a home in Bremen, belonging to one Ms. Hildegarde Oriax. Wary of her at first, given how insane the talk of Devils initially was, he eventually warmed up to her, as well as her other servants as most devils tend to do. Working diligently for the woman who was now his master, the woman who he viewed almost like a mother, he fulfilled contracts, handed out fliers, did absolutely everything that was asked of him and did well at it. As a reward for his first job, he was finally given a true name of his own, warming well to the name of Creighton. Being only 12, he affectionately admired his Master, and proved his use despite how young he was in comparison to the other servants. Fulfilling contracts with his sacred gear grew more and more simple as the years grew by, though, it turns out most people have such inane requests, few contracts actually got filled out. Collectively, the Oriax family had failed to gain sufficient standing in the Ranking game, and, given his inexperience and naivete, Creighton in particular failed his team. Years went by without him being able to rank up started to grow on him, and he started wondering if he was worth his Master using her Evil Pieces to resurrect him. Tragedy would cut his wondering short, however, as his Master’s own Queen betrayed her, the lives of his fellow pieces being cut short by the traitor. No one had the strength to stand against the former Queen, even together, and, in an act he still regrets to this day, he fled. He abandoned his friends, his family, his kin, all to escape from the murderer of his Master. Now just a stray Devil, Creighton has wandered the world for a few years, managing to keep his own powers in check out of his drive for revenge, actively trying to grow stronger and gain allies to destroy the one who’d betrayed his clan. A homeless vagabond, he wanders to this day, seeking to grow his sacred gear’s power to new heights, and to someday restore his Master’s name by reaching the high ranks of devilhood. Others: The male Giant Rat is named Winfield, and the female one is named Ruthie. He has a familiar, but...well…let’s just say he’s scared shitless of it. MURDA MUSIK!
3,801	85	0	1,904	43	-9pm, Just a few minutes outside Takigakure- "Are you all ready?" A woman's voice piercing through the night silence to the others around her. She their leader, and with her twelve other ninja, and her ninken. A nod, a grunt, confirmation. Mission was a go. Their mission? Subdue Takigakure and take control of the hero water that is made in the village. Their honor? Gone, attacking at night, hoping for a silent subdual of an entire village. Then with a quick movement, the subdual of a nation. She motioned her hand, and they were off, racing quickly towards the village, surround and conquer. Simple strategy really, but had be effective many times before. As they neared, four of the ninja split off. Each racing out to a different location. They as they entered. The first guard cut down, kunai through his throat, then another, decapitated in a fell swoop. The third though. "We are under atta!-" His voice shot through the night like a rocket before it was cut off. One of her compatriots running a kunai deep into his chest. The village quickly stirring, soon the Konohagakure ninja would be out numbered, but not necessarily outclassed. Looking to her ninken shen muttered disappointments. Then looking up to the sky as a purple barrier shot up piercing the night sky. "Barriers are up, good. Now for the ten of us to fix this mess." She said as she began weaving hand seals. "Doton: Doro Bunshin" Soon three clones of her stood by, appearing from thin air. And in their hands, charms. They nodded to each other before all darting off placing and activating the charms in quick succession all around the village. It was then that shuriken fle by her face, gracing her cheek and causing blood to flow. A challenger approaches. Her ninken shot off towards the challenger at breakneck speed. Then the speed turning into an attack as if it were a rotating buzz saw. The ninja barely escaping the path of the ninken. "You'd be best to all lay down arms now! It's your last hope to survive this night!" She called out as she lowered to all fours. "Else you'll be torn apart by us dogs and wolves! Us beasts that you so despise. Make your choice here and now! Life or death!?" Her short speech gaining increasing savagery as her appearance became more feral. Then she darted forward as another shuriken flew past her. "Death it is."	After further thought, your accepted. Just add this to your CS (And feel free to modify it if you want divebomber eagles.) and move it over. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Summoning Technique: Eagles Rank: B Range: Close Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): N/A Description: Summons eagles, these eagles are highly trained and responsive to their master. Quite useful for recon and sensory applications. Weakness: They are eagles. Therefore they are fragile and have very little combat use.
3,802	85	1	2,360	668	We are under atta-- Keiji threw down his book as the village began to stir. Konoha was on the attack, and he had to admit he was impressed with its swiftness. However, when the rest of the world is on high alert for an attack, a sneak attack can only be so effected. They may have drawn first blood, but neither Keiji nor Takigakure as a whole was off-guard. This is where their little empire would be cut short. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Wanayamori!" Keiji quickly bit into his thumb and called forth six of his trap geckos. In one, he placed a mudslide scroll, in one he placed a stink bomb, in two he placed 20 poison senbon, and in two he placed a dozen shuriken. The geckos scattered darting out into the streets and finding their way into little nooks to hide until they were needed. Keiji's mind buzzed, but at full strength, he could handle six without it affecting the rest of his techniques. Next, Keiji needed to assess where his enemies were, so he darted outside and and took a vantage point atop the nearest tall building. It was dark, indeed, and the only think open at 9PM were a few bars and restaurants, and they didn't provide nearly enough light. Still, He would be sure to notice a large army's movements, if nothing else by the ambient noise of their collective footsteps and breathing, despite the cover of night. "Small elite team it is... There!" He spotted on of the leaf ninja, pulled out his whistle, then jumped down the rooftop to meet him. The geckos read his intentions and stealthily crept though the shadows shifting their positions to correspond with Keiji's movements; the cover of night would help both sides in this battle. "Leaf scum!" he called out as he dropped down to confront the enemy. "This is where your little parade ends. For too long you've slaughtered the innocent and oppressed the righteous. Now you will see that your so-called "Will of Fire" is but a dull ember when compared to the light of justice!" Keiji wasn't one for dramatic speeches, but he needed a bit of time for his geckos to get into position. Monologues just happened to be good for buying time, and were especially convincing when coming from a rogue ninja whose village was already taken over; the leaf ninja would be able to discern that much from Keiji's headband. Perhaps he would even gloat. Whatever the case was, those couple of seconds were all he needed to a a pair of geckos hidden in the shadows behind the ninja. If all went well, this battle would be over in under a minute.	Name: Keiji Anjou Gender: Male Age: 19 Village: Kirigakure Rank: Jounin, B Appearance: Personality: Hardworking and ambitious, but not without a sense of humor. Keiji has aspirations to become the Mizukage one day, and so he actively tries to make as many friends and allies as he can. He is undyingly loyal to his friends, and unyieldingly ruthless to his enemies. As a relatively new Jounin, he is always respectful to his seniors, but is not afraid to offer his input whenever any planning takes place. He is slow to anger, but dishonesty and betrayal are the two things he will not tolerate. History: Keiji had always envied the Fire Nation. They had prosperity, prestige, power, everything a great nation ought to have. The lush forests of the Fire Country were so far removed from the depressing, misty land he lived in. It was no wonder that so many ninjas fled from Kirigakure; why should anyone be loyal to a brutal land that refused to take care of its own? However, nothing would change if nobody was willing endure a bit of hardship. Kirigakure was wary of the Anjou clan, just as they were of all clans with kekkei genkai. As a survival tactic, Keiji’s family cautioned him to use his ability sparingly once it awakened. Keiji heeded his family’s advice, but also became motivated the alleviate his village’s fears of his kekkei genkai. So, Keiji completed his academy training, showing unwavering respect to the authorities of his country, while at the same time analyzing everything wrong with Kirigakure so that when the time came for his voice to be heard, he would have the solutions that his people so desperately needed. On his missions, he sought to become friends with his fellow ninja, and also sought to represent his country well when traveling abroad, seeking to gain as many allies around the world as he could. After all, the best way to change his home would be to become its leader, but that would never happen without support. As he moved up through the ranks, he took pride in the fact that every member from every team he led had come back alive, and he eventually attained the rank of Jounin. He devoted a good amount of time studying Konoha’s government and history, learning what he could from their example and thinking how he could apply their policies to his own land. Then, the pendulum of history began to swing. Konoha decided to cross the line from world leader, to tyranny. Keiji glared back at Konoha undaunted. If they wanted a fight, he’d give them one. He refused to accept the Land of Water's surrender and joined the allied forces with relish. This would be a chance to earn prestige for his own nation, to form new friends and acquaintances from around the world, and to grab a bit of Konoha’s prosperity by force. Strengths: Keiji is a clever tactician that excels in team coordination. Give him any combination of shinobi, and he can assess their skills, jutsu, and demeanors to come up with the optimal team strategies. Likewise, he is able to remain calm under extreme pressure. His friends often call him fearless, but this is simply the result of his strong mental discipline. In a similar vein, he is particularly good at recognizing and dispelling genjutsu, and his own genjutsu is tough to resist. His personal combat abilities are what one would expect for a Jounin, but his is strongest on a team. Weaknesses: Since Keiji has devoted much of his training to sharpening his mind, he sacrificed strengthening his ninjutsu. His chakra pool is not as large as other Jounin, and his techniques lack the “brute force” that many other shinobi pride themselves on. Likewise, he becomes fatigued in drawn-out battles and must pace himself throughout missions. ========================================= Clan: Anjou Name of the Kekkei Genkai: Hyouton: Seiryu no Karada (Ice Release: Body of Seiryu) Type of Kekkei Genkai: Ninjutsu Level of Mastery: Moderate Description: At its basic level, this ice release technique creates a layer of ice armor over the user that take the form of hundreds of scales. The scales are rock-hard and especially resistant to cutting and chakra based attacks. The edges of the scales are also razor sharp, adding a slashing element to all of the user’s taijutsu. As members of the Anjou clan gain greater mastery of this jutsu, they can generate certain dragon-esque body parts with the ice, like claws, jaws, or a tail, but this comes with intense practice. Weakness: The scales must leave the eyes and mouth of the user uncovered to allow for seeing/breathing, so these areas remain as susceptible to attacks as ever. The scales do not protect well against blunt-force damage, making Doton (earth release) techniques particularly effective. ========================================= Weapons/Items: Generic Items: Shuriken, exploding tags, kunai ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Whistle Description: A small wooden whistle that lets out a high-pitched tone audible to humans and animals alike. Appearance: An ordinary wooden whistle. ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Stink Bombs X 6 Description: Pellets that burst into a cloud of gas that smells something like rotting fish. Appearance: Small black pellets about the size of a cherry ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Poison Senbon X 100 Description: Needles dipped in a poison designed to retain its potency over a long time and in various climates. Upon entering the body, the poison causes a burning pain, then makes the target lethargic and exhausted. A few strikes are bearable for most ninja. Being struck by 6 or more is enough to seriously impact fighting ability. The poison can be fatal for some people, but the lethal dosage would require being struck by roughly 30 senbon. Appearance: Ordinary looking senbon needles. ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Mudslide Scroll X 3 Description: A scroll prepared in Kirigakure that unleashes a mudslide when activated. The mud is slightly sticky, but is mostly water so it is not likely to trap or smother the target, but it is likely to wash the target away. The water released can then be used for water-based jutsu. Appearance: An unmarked scroll with a single brown stripe. ======================================== Keiji's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Nise Zoufuku no Jutsu (False Amplification Jutsu) Rank: B Range: 40 ft. Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A genjutsu that amplifies a particular sense to an unbearable degree. For example, sunlight would become an unbearable glare, a whistle would become a deafening screech, etc. The user can choose a stimulus in the environment at will and amplify its effect on the target. This genjutsu is tricky to break because it does not target the mind directly, but rather the target’s receptors; the target’s mind is functioning normally, but it is receiving false information. Thus the standard method of breaking genjutsu is not effective. Instead, the target must focus chakra to the specific part of the body being effected. Weakness: Nise Zoufuku no Jutsu cannot create stimuli; it can only amplify something that the target is already sensing, so additional tools are often needed to make this technique effective. Likewise, completely cutting off a sense (closing one’s eyes for example) would negate the effects for as long as the sense remains cut off, while the technique will continue to drain the user’s chakra. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Toppuu Arukkata no Jutsu (Gust Step Jutsu) Rank: D Range: NA Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Wind Description: Wind chakra is channeled into the feet and released in a quick burst, resulting in a momentary, but powerful, propulsive force. The technique itself is incredibly simple, but it can be made into a deadly weapon with clever application. This technique can give the user a sudden burst of speed or can increase jumping distance. The force of the burst is controllable and dependant on the amount of chakra expended. The technique cannot be used continuously, but it can be used in rapid succession. Weakness: The technique results in a high speed thrust, but does not heighten the user’s senses, thought process, or body speed. The runs the risk of miscalculating where he and his opponent will be after the step. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kazetachi no Jutsu (Wind Cutter Jutsu) Rank: C Range: 50 ft. Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Wind Description: The user launches blades of compressed air at the target. The blades are strong enough to leave deep lacerations, but generally are not fatal unless many strikes land. Weakness: The blades cannot cut through rock or metal, so they can be blocked with a moderate defense. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Suiton: Suiryuudan no Jutsu (Water Dragon Jutsu) ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Dassui Goumon no Jutsu (Dehydration Torture Jutsu) Rank: A Range: Contact Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Water Description: Originally created as an interrogation technique, Dassui Goumon forcibly rips the water out of the target’s body. Keiji personally modified this technique so that it could be used in combat. The technique requires intense concentration and precise chakra control, but if it is executed correctly, once he comes in contact with his target, he can rip the moisture right out of them. The technique does not leave any physical wounds except the parched and fatigued body that dehydration brings. Brief contact allows the removal of a moderate amount of water. It would take multiple hits to have an immediate effect. However, with prolonged contact, immediate dehydration is possible. Death is even a possibility if enough water is pulled out. Weakness: The technique requires physical contact, meaning flesh against flesh. The water can be pulled against porous substances, like normal clothing, but the technique cannot be activated through armor or thick clothing. Since the technique requires precise chakra control, it must be prepared in advance; it cannot be used opportunistically. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Wanayamori (Summoning Teachnique: Trap Gecko) Rank: A Range: NA Type of Jutsu: space-time ninjutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A rather obscure form of summoning that is often overshadowed by larger, “more powerful,” creatures. Wanayamori appear to be ordinary lizards, and have no notable offensive capabilities. However, their bodies are capable of absorbing and releasing ninja tools at will. For example, the ninja can place three shuriken in one gecko; that gecko will be able to spit those shuriken back at a target. Each individual gecko takes a small amount of chakra, so the user can often summon multiple geckos at once. The Wanayamori have a hive mind that links to the user, essentially allowing the user to control them at will. Weakness: Controlling multiple Wanayamori at once is mentally taxing, and while they do not require large amounts of chakra, only those capable of prolonged concentration can use them effectively. If a gecko is killed before it releases the tools, those tools are lost forever. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kirigakure-ryu: Nagare Keitai (Mist Village Style: Flowing Form) Rank: B Range: NA Type of Jutsu: taijutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A defensive technique used to minimize damage from physical strikes. The user anticipates the force and rhythm of the strike and moves with it upon contact rather than blocking or resisting the strike. This technique is similar to the way boxers “roll with the punches,” but this form of taijutsu can be used against a variety of strikes. Users often utilize spinning or rolling motions to lessen the force of the blow. Advanced practitioners can use the centripetal force to then deliver a counter strike. Weakness: It is a risky maneuver. One misstep results in the user taking the full force of the enemy’s attack, unguarded.
3,803	85	2	2,058	266	Io rested on the rooftop of one of Takigakure's taller buildings, staring out at the view of the city. Though he was mostly just wandering anywhere, there were two aspects that got him to return again and again: it was easy to get supplies there, and it was refreshingly peaceful. "Hey," he said, not shifting his gaze towards the huge, coal-colored wolf, nor the falcon, tortoise, or muddy samurai seated next to him. "Would this be called a Shinobi World War if the Land of Fire won?" Since Io had already asked the question, several different responses filled his head, not all of them being directed towards him. "Shut up! Why can't you just quit being so air-headed and actually remember what we say for once?" "You're too tense, Kiri." "Of course not. After all, good and evil are determined by the victors. Which, we likely may not be." "Not quite. It's a world war regardless of the victor, and someone is bound to pass on the truth." "What did Io ask?" "Be quiet, birdbrain!" "Ha ha, you're really cute when you're angry~" "W-what?!" "Ah, she's quite cute normally, in that case." "WHAT?!" "Calm down, it was a compliment." Not really paying attention to their conversation or the fact that Kiri was pawing Kurogane's head back into dirt, Io finally recalled that he'd asked that already. "Ah wait, nevermind. I thought it seemed familiar." At this, Kiri collapsed as she remembered that it was futile trying to deal with most of these idiots, and the others just nodded(Kurogane would have, if his head were completely reformed) and simultaneously agreed that this was normal for Io. Eventually, they heard a piercing shout that was suddenly cut off, and several silhouettes began leaping through the town as chaos began to break out. Unlike the others, who were stunned, Kurogane quickly took action. "Whoa, whoa, where are we going?" Tama asked as Kurogane suddenly took control of Io's body and leapt towards the ground. "It's obvious!" Kurogane said aloud, using Io's voice before he giving back control. "We must protect this village from them!" Them, though vague, had enough meaning. "H-huh? Who?" Tama asked as she sat confused while the others moved out. "Does it matter, dammit?!" Guru, as the slowest and the least combative, moved as fast as he could to mobilize people that could fight. "Tama, just tell us where stuff is happening." Having finally steeled her nerves, Tama took flight. "Yes!"	Name: Io Megami Gender: M Age: 17 ========================================= Weapons/Items: Weapon Scrolls ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Weapon Scrolls Description: Upon activation, one of four elemental puppets are summoned. However, this is rarely necessary, as the puppets are generally by his side anyways. Kiri - A giant black wolf with blood red eyes that, along with lighting itself on fire, can launch fire from its mouth. Thanks to internal seals, it's completely fireproof. Guru - A slightly smaller tortoise(relative to Kieri) with a nigh impermeable shell. It can shoot concussive blasts of water from its mouth like a cannon. Tama - A falcon that can launch piercing, knife-like feathers from its wings. Kurogane - A wooden peg that takes the earth around it to form an earthen samurai. By moving through the earth, Kurogane's core can "teleport" to anywhere where the ground made of earth, albeit nowhere near instantly. It becomes stronger depending on the materials it's using. The remaining scrolls shoot out a shower of senbon when activated. Appearance: One scroll colored red(Kiri), blue(Guru), green(Tama), brown(Kurogane), and several colored yellow(senbon). ========================================= Appearance: Io's eyes change with his split-personalities: Crimson for Kiri, sky for Guru, emerald for Tama, and a deep brown for Kurogane. They are normally a glistening amber. Personality: Due to the side-effects of the jutsu he invented, Io's mind is divided into several different personalities that belong to his puppets, who fight over control of his body. In his normal state, where his eyes are a bright amber, Io is... somewhat ironically, emotionless. He wants to say whatever is on his mind, even if it's quite rude(usually, this the case), but will usually be stopped by "Kiri". Kiri identifies as a girl, and positively glows with self-confidence. She has a strong will to do as she pleases, and her short temper is only matched by how easily flustered she gets. Compared to Kiri, Guru is much more humble and peaceful. He prefers to use words over his fists and seems to enjoy acting as a counselor for others, giving his best answer to a person's problems. While he's usually the one to stop Kiri from punching someone in the face, he might let it happen if truly believes that the person deserves it. If he's absolutely fuming, Guru can give out a brutal verbal beating. Tama has the most energetic personality of the bunch and, pun completely intended, is the somewhat of a birdbrain. Nonetheless, she finds joy with helping others and is quite lovable for that reason. Incredibly pure, she interrupts Io the most for when he's about to say something that would come across as "gross". Befitting of an honorable shinobi or samurai, Kurogane is a dutiful man who fulfills his promises to the best of his abilities. He tends to be gloomy and unbudgingly stubborn, but his grudges are easily buried when the situation calls for it. History: In his childhood, Io wasn't necessarily interested in the idea of becoming a ninja, but was absolutely entranced by puppets. As a result, he ended up learning the relatively complicated process building and using puppets instead of the academy's basics; while incompetent in actually applying them, he had skills far above what would be normal for his age. Empowered by his genius and obsession, he created four amazing puppets, ones that would become his favorites: Kiri, Guru, Tama, and Kurogane. Of course, having spent so much time simply building puppets on his own, Io had no friends aside from his creations. Not understanding why they didn't count for his parents, Io searched for a way to give them independent life. As he researched, he came across texts on the Kage Bushin no Jutsu and human puppets. He wasn't insane enough to kill others, but dividing himself would probably be enough. Io finally put his theoretical technique to practice after confirming it was safe, but collapsed as his consciousness was torn apart. Following the incident, his puppets could move like living beings, but Io himself seemed to become more dead. He would suddenly burst into motion as if he were possessed, which startled those who saw him immensely. Nonetheless, his parents were surprisingly happy with this; it was oddly refreshing, as if they suddenly had more members to their family. Io didn't regret his decision, either. However, this new life was quickly cut short when the Fire Nation attackedLand of Fire began its "peaceful" movement. Unable to accept his country's surrender, Io left before troops reached his town and began wandering the land on his own. ========================================= Strengths: Along with practically acting as a multi-man team alone, Io and his puppets work perfectly in sync, which is a distinct advantage. Genjutsu is nigh useless against him, as each individual consciousness can break it. He also is quite proficient in taking apart all sorts of devices, including other puppets. Weaknesses: Io is unexperienced in stealth and has no idea how to use most types of jutsu, meaning he can be easily defeated by ambushes and seasoned fighters. ========================================= Io's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Soul Split Command Rank: A Range: N/A Type of Jutsu: Kinjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity: N/A Description: After splitting his consciousness into several fragments, Io's puppets gained their own personalities and the ability to move and attack on its own. Each shard, while capable of traveling between Io and its bound body, retains the ability to communicate with each other. Weakness: The puppets, if being controlled directly, can be affected by genjutsu. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Chakra Threads Rank: C Range: Short-Mid Type of Jutsu: Multi-Purpose Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): N/A ==================== Name of Jutsu: Senbon Thunderstorm Rank: B Range: Short-Long Type of Jutsu: Shurikenjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Lightning Description: Using one of his senbon scrolls, he rains a barrage of needles down on his opponents. As they move, he sends arcing electricity through them, which is stronger up close. Weakness: Assuming that he even has enough chakra to use it that many times, Io can only use this three times before having to reload his scrolls. Furthermore, due to the large area, caution must be taken to not accidentally hit an ally.
3,804	85	3	490	461	Tsubaki slowly opened her eyes, becoming aware of the all-encompassing darkness that surrounded her. There was a strong smell of earth, that musty organic smell that was neither pleasant nor distasteful. The air was warm and humid and verging on stale. How long had she been down here anyway? And why? Her head suddenly hurt something awful, reminding her as to the why. So now the question was why had she awoken so suddenly? She was alone, that much was certain. So whatever it was must have been above her. She reached out her hand blindly into the pitch blackness and concentrated. There was a commotion above, presences moving in an aggressive fashion. An attack perhaps? She was no sensor type so she could not be more accurate than that. She allowed her arm to fall back to her side. Tsubaki sighed. Time to earn her keep. =================================== The principle advantage of subterranean jutsu was their ability to mask a ninja’s presence even from sensor types, never mind normal ninja no matter how observant and there were very few exceptions to that rule. Which was why the Konohagakure ninja did not perceive her approach as he readied his blade to strike down a defeated enemy sentry. Ideally Tsubaki would have used Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique to disable him at once, however that technique required direct contact and the sentry didn't have that kind of time. So Tsubaki opted for a less direct approach. Instead of a direct attack the enemy ninja felt the earth directly beneath his feet start to give way, stone cracking and mud turning to fine sand. He had no choice but to leap away to avoid being sucked to his death beneath the earth. Earth Release: Antlion Technique, a jutsu that creates a sinking pit of earth reminiscent of the trap created by the insect that shares its name. Tsubaki didn't need much chakra for such a small pit. Any larger and she would have drawn the sentry in as well. However she was not done yet, the sentry was still in danger and the invader was still active. Active and aware that someone was beneath him. Before he could react further she burst out of the ground in front of him, his vision obscured momentarily by a hail of dust, stone and sand. He expected an attack and prepared to meet it. But nothing happened. The dust cleared a moment later to reveal that not only was there no one attacking him but that the injured sentry was gone. He was alone, slightly confused and covered in dirt. Elsewhere an equally confused ninja came back to his senses in the relative safety of an alley, covered in a fine layer of dirt.	Name: Tsubaki Gender: Female Age: 23 Chakra Affinity: Earth Village: Konohagakure (formerly) Rank: Hunter-Nin, A ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: O-Katana Description: Tsubaki’s weapon of choice is a masterfully forged o-katana made from high quality steel and other high quality materials. As a result the blade is strong enough to repel all but the most determined, powerful attacks with little to no damage sustained. There is a thin steel wire connected to the base of the hilt that allows Tsubaki to draw the blade back to her should she be disarmed in combat. Appearance: Silvered steel with a crimson hilt and sheath. Generic Items: Exploding Tags, Steel Wire, Giant Shuriken, Acupuncture Needles, Flash Bombs, Mask, Bandages ========================================= Personality: Tsubaki is a bright, curious and intelligent young woman with something of a ‘flexible’ approach to ethical and moral considerations. As such she tends to see the world in terms of cause and effect rather than in terms of outright good and evil. Because of this she is able to consider courses of action that to others might seem unethical, irresponsible or outright reprehensible to those with a more rigid sense of morality. However she is not a ‘bad’ person and is in fact very loyal and protective to those that she cares about. This is especially true when it comes to those under her command. Her unrequited affection for a certain lord makes her sombre at times and prone to drink. She loves steamed buns something fierce. History (Short Version): Tsubaki is a former Konohagakure Hunter-Nin that now serves the Alliance cause in the same capacity that she once served Konohagakure. She leads a small team of individuals with similar skills to herself who focuses on the elimination and abduction of important targets on and around the battlefield. As expected she is a high priority target for Konohagakure Hunter-Nin due to her knowledge of their methods, tactics and identities. History: Tsubaki like many others in the Alliance is a victim of the Fire Nation’s aggression, only not in the way that one might first assume. She is no refugee, nor was she an enemy kunoichi whose village was crushed beneath the Fire Nation’s heel. She was in point of fact an agent of that very same aggression, a kunoichi from Konohagakure, a Hunter-Nin responsible for the deaths and abductions of many Alliance Ninja as well as the execution and disposal of traitorous elements. However that changed with one single but ultimately defining moment. Tsubaki fell in love. She didn't mean to but alas no one ever chooses to. Following a routine elimination assignment behind enemy lines Tsubaki was issued with an order closer to home. Her mission was to infiltrate and investigate the ruler of a small allied nation rumoured to be acting as a base of operations for clandestine Alliance activity. Simply put she was to investigate these rumours while acting at her own discretion to eliminate any identified threats. She was required to determine the loyalty of the loyal warlord to determine his complicity in any Alliance activity in the area. To this end she inserted herself into his household in the guise of a servant. It was during this time that she became close to the warlords son, a charismatic and idealistic young man as well as a brilliant swordsman. Unfortunately she also identified the presence of several Alliance ninja operating in and around the lord’s manor. However she found no evidence that the lord or his retinue were in collusion with these elements and that their presence was something that could be dealt with without collateral damage. Her report stated as much. Her superiors disagreed with her assessment and ordered that the nation be purged at once. Tsubaki was ordered to await the arrival of addition Hunter-Nin before carrying out her orders. The Lord and his retinue would be removed, along with his immediate family and most loyal soldiers, replaced by puppets sent from Konohagakure. Unable to see these orders carried out Tsubaki warned the warlord of his impending assassination. The Warlord knew at once that his only realistic chance at survival was to flee, bringing with him only those that he trusted implicitly. Meanwhile Tsubaki confronted the infiltrators and made them a deal. In exchange for the chance to keep breathing they would lead the warlord and his men to the nearest safe Alliance stronghold. They agreed, if not simply because they believed her. They were in no position to fight a single Hunter-Nin, especially with a large host on the way. The evacuation was swift and well executed. Tsubaki did not go with them. Instead she prepared a false trail for her fellow Hunter-Nin to follow, using herself as a target. She knew that her attempt at deception would be short lived before the truth was discovered, however any time that she could buy them was worthwhile. She knew that she was acting like a fool but for the first time in her life she did not care. Once her ruse was uncovered her life was forfeit, her fellow Hunter-Nin given leave to eliminate her at all costs. With nowhere else to turn she headed toward the Alliance nations with many Hunter-Nin in pursuit. Battered, bruised and exhausted she was happened upon by an Alliance patrol and brought behind the safety of their walls. And was at once interrogated. They were not gentle. Tsubaki had no reason to withhold information and was most forthcoming. However it was not her willingness to talk that bought her freedom but the intervention of another party, the one in charge of the agents that she had spared. With word of her betrayal and the aid that she subsequently provided it was reluctantly decided that she was to be set free, albeit under close supervision. However with the balance of power as it was her skills could not be allowed to sit idle. In exchange for her continued freedom she would join the allied nations in their fight against the land of fire and its allies. She was in no position to refuse. ========================================= Strengths: Though essentially a speed type Tsubaki is able to temporarily increase both her attack and defence via skilful use of her Earth Release Techniques. This makes her very versatile as she is able to engage a wide range of opponents effectively by taking their abilities into consideration and reacting accordingly. Also due to her use of two specific jutsu she is very hard for sensor types to detect while submerged beneath the earth as this is generally considered to be a blind spot. Weaknesses: Regardless of any knowledge she might have as to her elements fundamental strengths and weaknesses she is still bound by them. As such her exclusive use of Earth Release Jutsu becomes an undeniable disadvantage when facing skilled Lightning Release users. Her versatility is artificial in that it depends on her chakra to maintain. Once depleted her versatility is effectively negated. ========================================= Tsubaki's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Antlion Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Medium/Long Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique causes the ground and everything on and around it to be sucked in towards the middle of a large pit, much like the method an antlion uses to catch prey. Upon being dragged to the centre, the victim will then be sucked underground. There the victim, depending on how deep the user makes them sink, will be trapped and/or suffocated. The range of the pit is determined by how much chakra is put into the technique. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique Rank: D Range: Short Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique conceals the user underground and drags the object of their attack down into the earth, robbing them of their freedom. Leaving them completely unable to move after they're underground. In addition, they can start another attack. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique Rank: C Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique changes earth into fine sand by channelling chakra into it, allowing the user to dig through it like a mole. This effect goes around the body (not just the hands), making it just large enough for a person to move through. The user can pinpoint where they are, despite being underground, by sensing the magnetic forces. They can also sense what is happening on the surface and use that information to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. One can also hide deep in the ground, escaping to a depth where the enemy can't reach. It also appears that after digging, the ground can be returned to its original state, leaving no trace of where the user entered the earth. When combined with clone techniques, the user can use the clone to lure their enemies into a trap or false sense of security before launching a surprise attack from below. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage Rank: C Range: Short/Medium Type of Jutsu: Offensive/Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A technique that transforms the earth surrounding the user into a fluid, allowing them to close in on the enemy with high speed by swimming underground. Since being under the ground is a blind spot, the target has no warning; allowing the user to launch a surprise attack. By using this technique in conjunction with a weapon, it also gains great effect as an "assault ninjutsu". ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release Armour Rank: N/A Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Defensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique coats the user's body with stones, making them much more resistant to attacks. While using this armour, the stone layer can be manipulated to form blunt weapons for stronger attacks. One can also change their appearance with the stone layer. It also seems that this armour is heavy and makes the user less quick, as seen when Sadai took the armour off and immediately increased his speed. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld Rank: A Range: All Ranges Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By changing the surface of an object beneath an enemy into mud and creating a swamp, the user can sink his enemy into the mud. The adhesive, chakra-infused mud ensnares the enemy's body, making it almost impossible to recover one's strength and escape from the swamp. The size and depth of the created swamp depends on the user's skill and the amount of chakra used, but if the user is an expert in this technique, it will always be possible to make a fair-sized swamp which is extremely effective against a great number of enemies or when having to face gigantic creatures. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu/Taijutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By encasing their arm in rock, the user can deal a powerful hardened punch against an opponent while being protected from direct contact with their target. If necessary, the weight of the rock can be increased to further increase the punch's destructive power. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Pillars of the Earth, Pillars of Heaven Rank: A Range: Spherical Area of Effect (Medium) Type of Jutsu: Fuinjutsu/Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A jutsu that raises five pillars from deep within the earth, arranged in a circle around the user with each pillar denoted by the elemental symbol for one of the five primary elements. These pillars once risen and subjected to the users chakra emit a dampening field throughout the immediate area within and around the pillars. This field severely weakens the ability of those within its sphere of influence to make use of jutsu that DO NOT correspond to their primary elemental affinity, effectively decreasing their rank in terms of power while increasing their chakra requirement. Justu that correspond to the users primary elemental affinity will remain unaffected. Weakness: The pillars influence can be escaped through relocating. Each individual pillar can be destroyed through the use of attacks that make use of the opposite element to the one denoted on the pillar. Once a pillar is toppled its effect on that element is negated.
3,805	85	4	2,123	170	A small house. A taut canvas. Adept brush strokes slowly and painstakingly coming together, mixing hues, connecting lines, and caressing each other in intricate patterns. And the sound of screaming outside. A pale hand dabs at a bright, viscous blob of paint on the ground, then raises itself to touch at the canvas, hesitating first, then changing position and hesitating again. It repeats this for several minutes without adding anything to the painting in front of it, then abruptly drops the brush. Kurai Gensō is a quiet man with few likes and many dislikes. Most prominent among these are inefficiency, being forced to work, and, currently relevant, the inability to concentrate. Wordlessly, he stalks to a nearby table, attaching several long wires to an apparatus by his ears on the way. When he arrives, he snatches the pair of gauntlets lying on it and quickly dons them. His next path leads him directly to the door. Pushing it open, his ears are assault from many directions at once; this is no singular matter but a coordinated attack on the city. "Just my luck," he mutters, then reaches inside and grabs his umbrella, then proceeds to leap towards the nearest annoyance in chakra-infused bounds across rooftops. As he had expected, a Konoha shinobi standing in a pool of blood comes into view, verbally and physically assaulting a woman, whose husband is presumably the fresh cadaver at her attacker's feet. With a flick of one of his kunai, Kurai attracts the attention of the invader. Silhouetted by moonlight and standing atop a building, he cuts an impressive fugure, not that it seems to phase the Konoha ninja. Softly, barely audible from the distance between them, Kurai begins to speak. "I can guess what it is you're doing here. I assure you: I couldn't care less. You can fight. You can kill. You can plunder. All I ask is that you do so quietly. If you cannot do this...we will have an issue. I do not wish to be disturbed. If you can respect this, I will return to my home and you may continue your business. If not...I find that I can create my art with some 'assistance'. I give you two options now: we do this the easy way, or the 'I kill you' way."	Name: Kurai Genso Gender: Male Age: 20 Village: Amegakure Rank: Jonin, B Clan: Genso Name of the Kekkei Genkai: N/A Type of Kekkei Genkai: N/A Level of Mastery: N/A Description: N/A Note: N/A Weakness: N/A ========================================= Weapons/Items: Generic Items: Several Shuriken and Kunai, Senbon, exploding tags ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Rigged Umbrella Description: An umbrella set up with a trap such that it is capable of raining senbon from above Appearance: A simple, unadorned, black umbrella with a wooden handle ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Respirator Mask Description: A mask that allows the user to breath underwater and filters airborne toxins Appearance: Standard Amegakure Respirator ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Storage Cell x3 Description: Function as rechargeable batteries, able to absorb or release chakra. All three are fed a stream of chakra through the wires attached to Kurai's head Appearance: They appear as little more than rectangular boxes with wires protruding, and are held in a backpack that rarely leaves Kurai's side ========================================= Personality: Quiet, lethargic, and not terribly prone to conversation. Not very good at communication due to lack of practice, Kurai is easily flustered. He is intelligent, but would prefer not to exercise his brain in favor of just lounging about and letting others do his work for him. Masochistic, with some sadistic tendencies. His smile, a twisted grin, is usually indicative of some new method of torture he has devised. History: Kurai was on a mission in Takigakure when the declaration of war was made. Realizing that if he returned to his country, he would be forced to battle, he decided that he'd rather sit this one out and feigned his own death and took up permanent residence in the Land of Waterfalls. He really doesn't want to be involved in a war, and would just as soon let Konoha conquer and pillage, so long as he doesn't have to get involved. All he wants his to be able to settle down and do what it is he enjoys. There...is something he enjoys right? After so long working as a shinobi, it's hard to remember. Since he began to live in the Land of Waterfalls, he has been taking on odd jobs, most commonly as a commissioned artist. Contrary to all laws of Naruto, he actually doesn't have an eye underneath his eyepatch; it was lost on a mission as a chunin after it took the sharp end of a kunai. It was lucky that he wasn't killed, so the loss of one eye hasn't bothered him too much, although it does throw off his depth perception at times. ========================================= Strengths: Kurai is intelligent and calculating; a planner. His chakra cells allow him to continue battling even if he would have depleted his own chakra reserves, simply by setting it aside for later use. He is extremely skilled in genjutsu, and is relatively good at detecting it due to his own proficiency. He has two change in chakra natures, fire and water, though he specializes in fire and is significantly less competent at water jutsu than most Amegakure ninja. Weaknesses: His personality can make him difficult to form a relationship with or work alongside, though his jutsu pool is largely support and would benefit from the addition of teammates. His taijutsu is lacking: he'd likely lose to a chunin or even a skilled genin in hand to hand combat. Additionally, he is reticent to fight or become involved in conflict, and detests wasting his energy, so he is more easily ambushed or hit with attacks that have a large radius. Furthermore, nearly all of his jutsu are nullified by Water Style. ========================================= Kurai's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Will O' Wisp Rank: B Range: 50 meters Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description:One or more small, flickering balls of flame. Upon eye contact, the target is compelled to follow its movements. IF an outside stimulus is applied to the target, the genjutsu will be broken, but can be regained once more through eye contact. Weakness: Easily defeated through coordinated teamwork, or doused by Water Style. Drains the user's chakra while maintained. Requires the user to stay withing range of the jutsu, which, while admittedly large, is virtually useless if the target is out of sight. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Illusion Ash Cloud Rank: a Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: A cloud of grey ash which causes hallucinations and apparitions to those trapped inside. As it is a genjutsu, all pain and exhaustion that occurs while under its influence is entirely real, but physical injuries are not. Anyone trapped inside the cloud is affected similarly, be it friend or foe. Weakness: Can be dispersed by strong Wind Style, or precipitated by a Water Style with a wide range. Although the user controls any hallucinations occurring within, he is likewise affected if he remains with the cloud. It is an immobile jutsu, and can be escaped by leaving its area of effect. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Summoning Technique: Demonic Salamander Rank: A Range: N/A Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, supplemental Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Summons a fire-breathing salamander to fight alongside the user. It is useful as a mount or mid-ranged combat partner. It is not terribly intelligent, but will respond to commands such as, "Breathe fire here." Weakness: The salamander is fragile and will generally disappear after one blow. Additionally, its eyesight is poor and it is vulnerable to taijutsu, should a user be able to approach. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Clone Technique Rank: C Range: 30 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Bunshinjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Similar to most clones, they are weak and will generally fall to one blow. Unable to use jutsu of their own. Create a short burst of flame upon defeat, which is useful against taijutsu users. Weakness: Limited range of use, virtually useless against ranged jutsu. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Flame Body Armor Rank: C Range: 5 centimeters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, supplemental Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: The user is cloaked in fire. Provides no real defensive armor, but is a good deterrent of physical attackers who enjoy not being on fire. Weakness: Ranged physical attacks and Water Style are not hindered. Water Style nullifies the jutsu. The jutsu constantly depletes chakra while in use. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Downpour of Scorching Embers Rank: B Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Creates a hail of embers from above to rain down upon the target. Can have its power increased by Wind Style, or be used as an effective combo with Senbon Rain. Weakness: Fairly weak rate of impact, and is used more to cause burns than incapacitate by force. Can be doused with Water Style or escaped by hiding underground. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Water Style: Archerfish Rank: D Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Water Description: A weak jutsu mostly used to put out fires. Could probably annoy someone or push them back a little, at most. The user emits a jet of water from their mouth. Weakness: Lightning Style would be conducted through to the user. Has very little combat usage anyway.
3,806	85	5	1,904	43	-Battle of Takigakure (Sora Tosamura's PoV)- Sora awoke to sounds of violence, having just went to sleep moments before. He quickly threw on his gear and headed out of his modest home. Making haste that he forgot to even shut the door behind him. Quickly he began to seek out others in the fray. "How many attackers do we know of?" He asked, One of the other ninja told him that there were at least seven. And that a barrier had been erected around the city. Making this a battle to the death. There would be no evacuation of innocents, and Konoha would surely give them no mercy. "Damnit, why does it have to be here of all places!" He cursed as he began to search out attackers, only to be slammed into the ground as a wolf of mud barrelled into him. Quickly righting himself as two more joined the fray circling around him cutting off his means of escape. He followed their movements as he began weaving signs. 'Why aren't they attacking?' he questioned himself, only to a moment later have all of the three dash at him. He spun himself down as one flew overhead having leapt to try and gnaw at his throat. "Takigakure-Ryu: Mizukiri no Yaiba!" He exclaimed separating his hands from weaving his signs, two flowing water swords forming quickly as he finished his dervish. The blades slicing two of the earthen wolves in half as he whirled into his low stance. A confident smirk appearing across his face. "I'm not one to be taken out so easily by just a few wolves." Then to his dismay he saw the wolves reform, despite his effort, his flourish in cutting them down. "Oh really? Even after I did that so well?" He complained. It was war, surely it wouldn't be that easy. But that doesn't mean he couldn't be hopeful for an easy fight. -Battle of Takigakure (Ai Inuzuka's PoV)- Her clones soon finished their task of trapping the majority of the city. There were twenty five wolf dens now around the city. Traps that hold three wolves in wait. And from what she could gather, at least eight of the dens were already in combat. She sent a mental order for her clones to assist the dens. Keep the shinobi of takigakure occupied until they can finish this battle in a fell swoop. I mean surely how many ninja could such a small village have that could even pose a threat against her squad?	After further thought, your accepted. Just add this to your CS (And feel free to modify it if you want divebomber eagles.) and move it over. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Summoning Technique: Eagles Rank: B Range: Close Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): N/A Description: Summons eagles, these eagles are highly trained and responsive to their master. Quite useful for recon and sensory applications. Weakness: They are eagles. Therefore they are fragile and have very little combat use.
3,807	85	6	490	461	Konohagakure Ninja’s POV The Konohagakure ninja held his ground as he calmly analysed the situation. His vision had been obscured by dust prior to the disappearance of his target, which alone didn't suggest anything concrete. He himself could cloak himself in a similar technique by utilizing Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning technique. Most important was not the fact that he saw nothing but that he heard nothing immediately after the explosion of earth and debris. His opponents had not made their escape above ground. Which meant that his opponents had most likely escaped underground. The use of what was most likely Earth Release: Antlion Technique just prior to the rescue only confirmed his theory. He was dealing with an Earth Release ninja. Which meant that their next attack would most likely come from below. At once he became wary of the ground directly beneath his feet, lest he be caught unaware by a second subsidence style earth technique. He held his tanto close in a defensive stance as his eyes scanned the area around him, his ears straining for even the slightest of sounds. And for that reason and that reason only he heard the earth start to crack beneath his feet. Without waiting he leapt forward into the air in a spinning motion. Without hesitation he expelled a large volume of explosive ash from his mouth and into the air where he had been stood. Using the flint hidden in his mouth he ignited the ash, causing a violent, localized explosion. But he was not finished yet. As soon as his feet hit the ground he immediately formed the hand seals required to use Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere, creating a blast of air straight into the black, soot ridden cloud. ================================== Tsubaki’s POV Tsubaki didn't have time to find out if the man she rescued was OK. He was breathing still and that was good enough for the moment. No sooner had she propped the man up against the wall she had burrowed back into the earth using Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage to move at relatively high speeds back to where she had been moments before, the earth becoming fluid like water at her passing. By now she guessed that the Konohagakure attacker would be more than aware of her presence. Not her precise location of course as being underground provided her protection from even the most observant individual. However it still meant that he would be on edge and therefore that much more difficult to ambush after she emerged. And without knowing his capabilities a failed ambush might well result in her own death. However if she did nothing more would likely die as a result. It was time for Tsubaki to take advantage of her well-honed adaptability. ================================== Konohagakure Ninja’s POV As the remnants of the explosion slowly dissipated following his wind attack the Konohagakure ninja stood ready, not allowing his confidence to dictate his actions. There was no doubt in his mind that he had hit something, no, someone with his explosion attack. And even had they survived that they would have been in no position to evade his second attack. But even so he kept his tanto raised aggressively in one hand, his other hovering just above his shuriken pouch. His caution was well founded, the ninja grimacing to himself as a figure emerged from the smoke and ash, shards of blackened, charred earth crumbling from their form like a snake shedding its skin. He ground his teeth in annoyance but held his ground as his opponent drew her sword from behind her waist and levelled it in his direction. He knew her face. ================================== Tsubaki’s POV Tsubaki had been right to prepare herself as she did, using Earth Release Armour before she attempted to attack him from below. It had still hurt of course, two separate and distinct explosive impacts hitting her one after the other. The first had been some kind of explosion, a bomb maybe or a fire jutsu, the second some of kind of mono directional impact from the front. The fact that the combined assault destroyed her armour spoke of her attackers skill. The fact that she was not dead or injured told her that neither of those attacks had been Lightning Release. Which was good, since she was rather fond of being alive. As the last of her defence crumbled away she drew her sword and levelled it toward her opponent. Tsubaki smiled in a deceptively kind fashion.	Name: Tsubaki Gender: Female Age: 23 Chakra Affinity: Earth Village: Konohagakure (formerly) Rank: Hunter-Nin, A ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: O-Katana Description: Tsubaki’s weapon of choice is a masterfully forged o-katana made from high quality steel and other high quality materials. As a result the blade is strong enough to repel all but the most determined, powerful attacks with little to no damage sustained. There is a thin steel wire connected to the base of the hilt that allows Tsubaki to draw the blade back to her should she be disarmed in combat. Appearance: Silvered steel with a crimson hilt and sheath. Generic Items: Exploding Tags, Steel Wire, Giant Shuriken, Acupuncture Needles, Flash Bombs, Mask, Bandages ========================================= Personality: Tsubaki is a bright, curious and intelligent young woman with something of a ‘flexible’ approach to ethical and moral considerations. As such she tends to see the world in terms of cause and effect rather than in terms of outright good and evil. Because of this she is able to consider courses of action that to others might seem unethical, irresponsible or outright reprehensible to those with a more rigid sense of morality. However she is not a ‘bad’ person and is in fact very loyal and protective to those that she cares about. This is especially true when it comes to those under her command. Her unrequited affection for a certain lord makes her sombre at times and prone to drink. She loves steamed buns something fierce. History (Short Version): Tsubaki is a former Konohagakure Hunter-Nin that now serves the Alliance cause in the same capacity that she once served Konohagakure. She leads a small team of individuals with similar skills to herself who focuses on the elimination and abduction of important targets on and around the battlefield. As expected she is a high priority target for Konohagakure Hunter-Nin due to her knowledge of their methods, tactics and identities. History: Tsubaki like many others in the Alliance is a victim of the Fire Nation’s aggression, only not in the way that one might first assume. She is no refugee, nor was she an enemy kunoichi whose village was crushed beneath the Fire Nation’s heel. She was in point of fact an agent of that very same aggression, a kunoichi from Konohagakure, a Hunter-Nin responsible for the deaths and abductions of many Alliance Ninja as well as the execution and disposal of traitorous elements. However that changed with one single but ultimately defining moment. Tsubaki fell in love. She didn't mean to but alas no one ever chooses to. Following a routine elimination assignment behind enemy lines Tsubaki was issued with an order closer to home. Her mission was to infiltrate and investigate the ruler of a small allied nation rumoured to be acting as a base of operations for clandestine Alliance activity. Simply put she was to investigate these rumours while acting at her own discretion to eliminate any identified threats. She was required to determine the loyalty of the loyal warlord to determine his complicity in any Alliance activity in the area. To this end she inserted herself into his household in the guise of a servant. It was during this time that she became close to the warlords son, a charismatic and idealistic young man as well as a brilliant swordsman. Unfortunately she also identified the presence of several Alliance ninja operating in and around the lord’s manor. However she found no evidence that the lord or his retinue were in collusion with these elements and that their presence was something that could be dealt with without collateral damage. Her report stated as much. Her superiors disagreed with her assessment and ordered that the nation be purged at once. Tsubaki was ordered to await the arrival of addition Hunter-Nin before carrying out her orders. The Lord and his retinue would be removed, along with his immediate family and most loyal soldiers, replaced by puppets sent from Konohagakure. Unable to see these orders carried out Tsubaki warned the warlord of his impending assassination. The Warlord knew at once that his only realistic chance at survival was to flee, bringing with him only those that he trusted implicitly. Meanwhile Tsubaki confronted the infiltrators and made them a deal. In exchange for the chance to keep breathing they would lead the warlord and his men to the nearest safe Alliance stronghold. They agreed, if not simply because they believed her. They were in no position to fight a single Hunter-Nin, especially with a large host on the way. The evacuation was swift and well executed. Tsubaki did not go with them. Instead she prepared a false trail for her fellow Hunter-Nin to follow, using herself as a target. She knew that her attempt at deception would be short lived before the truth was discovered, however any time that she could buy them was worthwhile. She knew that she was acting like a fool but for the first time in her life she did not care. Once her ruse was uncovered her life was forfeit, her fellow Hunter-Nin given leave to eliminate her at all costs. With nowhere else to turn she headed toward the Alliance nations with many Hunter-Nin in pursuit. Battered, bruised and exhausted she was happened upon by an Alliance patrol and brought behind the safety of their walls. And was at once interrogated. They were not gentle. Tsubaki had no reason to withhold information and was most forthcoming. However it was not her willingness to talk that bought her freedom but the intervention of another party, the one in charge of the agents that she had spared. With word of her betrayal and the aid that she subsequently provided it was reluctantly decided that she was to be set free, albeit under close supervision. However with the balance of power as it was her skills could not be allowed to sit idle. In exchange for her continued freedom she would join the allied nations in their fight against the land of fire and its allies. She was in no position to refuse. ========================================= Strengths: Though essentially a speed type Tsubaki is able to temporarily increase both her attack and defence via skilful use of her Earth Release Techniques. This makes her very versatile as she is able to engage a wide range of opponents effectively by taking their abilities into consideration and reacting accordingly. Also due to her use of two specific jutsu she is very hard for sensor types to detect while submerged beneath the earth as this is generally considered to be a blind spot. Weaknesses: Regardless of any knowledge she might have as to her elements fundamental strengths and weaknesses she is still bound by them. As such her exclusive use of Earth Release Jutsu becomes an undeniable disadvantage when facing skilled Lightning Release users. Her versatility is artificial in that it depends on her chakra to maintain. Once depleted her versatility is effectively negated. ========================================= Tsubaki's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Antlion Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Medium/Long Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique causes the ground and everything on and around it to be sucked in towards the middle of a large pit, much like the method an antlion uses to catch prey. Upon being dragged to the centre, the victim will then be sucked underground. There the victim, depending on how deep the user makes them sink, will be trapped and/or suffocated. The range of the pit is determined by how much chakra is put into the technique. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique Rank: D Range: Short Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique conceals the user underground and drags the object of their attack down into the earth, robbing them of their freedom. Leaving them completely unable to move after they're underground. In addition, they can start another attack. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique Rank: C Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique changes earth into fine sand by channelling chakra into it, allowing the user to dig through it like a mole. This effect goes around the body (not just the hands), making it just large enough for a person to move through. The user can pinpoint where they are, despite being underground, by sensing the magnetic forces. They can also sense what is happening on the surface and use that information to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. One can also hide deep in the ground, escaping to a depth where the enemy can't reach. It also appears that after digging, the ground can be returned to its original state, leaving no trace of where the user entered the earth. When combined with clone techniques, the user can use the clone to lure their enemies into a trap or false sense of security before launching a surprise attack from below. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage Rank: C Range: Short/Medium Type of Jutsu: Offensive/Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A technique that transforms the earth surrounding the user into a fluid, allowing them to close in on the enemy with high speed by swimming underground. Since being under the ground is a blind spot, the target has no warning; allowing the user to launch a surprise attack. By using this technique in conjunction with a weapon, it also gains great effect as an "assault ninjutsu". ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release Armour Rank: N/A Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Defensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique coats the user's body with stones, making them much more resistant to attacks. While using this armour, the stone layer can be manipulated to form blunt weapons for stronger attacks. One can also change their appearance with the stone layer. It also seems that this armour is heavy and makes the user less quick, as seen when Sadai took the armour off and immediately increased his speed. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld Rank: A Range: All Ranges Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By changing the surface of an object beneath an enemy into mud and creating a swamp, the user can sink his enemy into the mud. The adhesive, chakra-infused mud ensnares the enemy's body, making it almost impossible to recover one's strength and escape from the swamp. The size and depth of the created swamp depends on the user's skill and the amount of chakra used, but if the user is an expert in this technique, it will always be possible to make a fair-sized swamp which is extremely effective against a great number of enemies or when having to face gigantic creatures. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu/Taijutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By encasing their arm in rock, the user can deal a powerful hardened punch against an opponent while being protected from direct contact with their target. If necessary, the weight of the rock can be increased to further increase the punch's destructive power. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Pillars of the Earth, Pillars of Heaven Rank: A Range: Spherical Area of Effect (Medium) Type of Jutsu: Fuinjutsu/Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A jutsu that raises five pillars from deep within the earth, arranged in a circle around the user with each pillar denoted by the elemental symbol for one of the five primary elements. These pillars once risen and subjected to the users chakra emit a dampening field throughout the immediate area within and around the pillars. This field severely weakens the ability of those within its sphere of influence to make use of jutsu that DO NOT correspond to their primary elemental affinity, effectively decreasing their rank in terms of power while increasing their chakra requirement. Justu that correspond to the users primary elemental affinity will remain unaffected. Weakness: The pillars influence can be escaped through relocating. Each individual pillar can be destroyed through the use of attacks that make use of the opposite element to the one denoted on the pillar. Once a pillar is toppled its effect on that element is negated.
3,808	85	7	2,654	2,774	Natzu Raikimaru had heard whispers of a Konoha attack on Takigakure and even though it wasn't a proven fact at the time, he knew that it was truthful. The Leaf Village had taken his village from him and any words about a Konoha attack interested him. He would be joining the side of their enemies and then slaughter the leaf shinobi with his hellish hate. Natzu craved battle and he wished to see the blood of his foes spill out before him. He had never forgotten the day Konoha took his parents and clanmates away from him in the battle of rebellion against them and he felt the momories of that dark day come flooding into his mind. He saw the pools of blood that his parents were laying in after being nearly hacked to pieces and his terrible rage began to stir up. His chakra began to flare up and his eyes started to glow red. All he wanted in the world was revenge and his Hate Release technique would give it to him. He had driven the emotions of love and compassion out of his body to replace it with a desire for violence and pain. Natzu was crazy and he would show the Leaf just how crazy he was. Natzu was heading towards Takigakure and then heard the sounds of a battle. His excitement rose and he dashed quickly towards the origin point of the sounds. He soon saw the battle between Konoha and Takigakure, and ran in that direction. "Finally a chance to kill some Konoha ninja!" he said to himself with a grin. Natzu put on his clawed Gauntlets and used his Hate Released. His chakra turned red and his eyes glowed like a demon. His speed increased by a great amount and entered the fray. Natzu slashed into the skull of a Konoha shinobi and viciously kneed another in the face. His eyes spotted Keiji Anjou fighting Konoha, but he was too caught up in his blood lust to recognize him and focused on killing Konoha shinobi. "All of you Leaf Slime will die!!!" he shouted furiously and continued to slice into Konoha ninja. His vengeance was at hand and the only love that was left in him was the love of battle and it was raging fiercely within him.	Name: Natzu Raikimaru Gender: Male Age: 18 Village: He is from Kirigakure, but he is no landless rebel. Rank: A rank rogue Jonin Clan: Raikimaru Name of the Kekkei Genkai: Hate Release Type of Kekkei Genkai: Chakra Based. Level of Mastery: Very Advanced Description: It allows the user to channel their rage and hatred into their chakra and give a great amount of power to it. Thus Hate Release gives the user incredible amounts of strnegth and speed. This bloodline technique also can give the shinobi a special kind of chakra that allow them to use ninjutsu techniques that are unique to their clan. When using Hate Release a Raikimaru clan member's chakra becomes visible and a crimson color and their eyes turn blood red. This extreme amounts of anger and hatred that comes with this technique makes it harder for the user to become effected by ordinary genjutsu techniques, and their resilience to pain becomes more tougher. Note: N/A Weakness: his bloodline technique does have a drawback, it is very taxing on the mind and body, it can cause the user to lose focus and go into a mindless rage. Using it too many times can warp the user's personality to the point of madness. ========================================= Weapons/Items: Clawed Gauntlets Halberd Boomerangs Generic Items: ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Description: Appearance: ========================================= Appearance: Personality: As a member of the Raikimaru clan, Natzu has inherited the clan's legendary temper along with their bloodline technique. He has a very short temper and is quick to hate someone if he feels insulted. Natzu believes in the eye for an eye philosophy and will seek vengeance on those that have done wrongs against him. The death of many of his clan mates have made him hate the Leaf Village and he seeks to exact terrible revenge upon it. He is extremely loyal to his clan and was once loyal to the Land of Water until they submitted to Konoha, but now he and his clan are landless just as they were before they came to Mist Village after leaving the Leaf Village. He doesn't really care about tyranny or freedom, Natzu just wants to unleash his hate on those he feels deserves it. History: The Raikimaru clan's history has been one drenched in blood ever since they unlocked the key to channeling their hatred into their chakra and creating the Hate Release bloodline technique. They were once one of the strongest clans in the Land of Fire, but their savagery and bloodlust made them outcast among the other clans and soon they left. They eventually settled in the land of water and joined Kirigakure, finding a new home the more violent village. They becamed highly respected and rose among the ranks of the shinobi of the village, crushing most opposition to the village, but then the Land of Fire made their of force and threatened to be destroyed if they did not submit to their rule. The Land of Water chose to submission and this infuriated the Raikimaru and they attempted a coup against the land of fire. They didn't stand a chance and were nearly wiped out, the survivors fled the country and into hiding. Natzu was born many years before the coup and from an early age was considered very promising among his clan. He was one of the lucky few of his generation learn Hate Release at an early age and he quickly became a prodigy at the shinobi academy. He passed the chuunin exams with flying colors and rose among the ranks at an incredible rate, but every now and then he had whispers of the Land of Fire tyranny and plans to rule the world. He like many of his clan believed that Konoha was nothing compared them and that they were invincible. He and his clan would be proven wrong when Kirigakure submitted to the land of fire's rule and they attempted a coup. Natzu's parents and sibling were killed, but he survived with a handful of other members of his clan. With a heart full of hate and vengeance Natzu set out the take revenge on the Leaf Village and see it destroyed. He doesn't care about peace or freedom, all he wants is blood and death. ========================================= Strengths: Natzu is incredibly skilled in taijutsu and ninjutsu. His main focus is on focusing his offensive skills and taking down his opponents as quickly as possible. He is a very skilled tracker and is good at hunting down his enemies. Weaknesses: His bloodline technique has given him a near uncontrollable temper and can become unfocused in battle. Natzu is not very skilled in defensive techniques and thus has put himself at risk of being seriously injured. He is rather reckless when using Hate Release and his rage has made him mess up on missions. ========================================= Natzu's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Hate Release: Rage Palm Rank:B Range: Close Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu Element Affinity: none Description: The user charges up their hateful chakra into their palms and strikes their opponent. The chakra is then released upon impact and hits the target with a powerful amount of concussive force. Depending on the amount of chakra used, this technique can either send an opponent flying or seriously damage their body. It can also be used to repel projectile attacks. Weakness: It can deplete chakra from other parts of his body and if used too many times it can cost him a lot of chakra. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Hate Release: Boiling Blood of Hatred. Rank:B Range: short to mid Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Fire and water Description: Natzu creates a jet of crimson red scalding water which he shoots out of his hands. It is extremely hot and can severely burn the skin of his enemies. Weakness: Earth style defenses can counter the technique and it is easily dodged at longer ranges. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Hate Release: Rage Vision Rank: B Range: Long Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Fire Description: The user shoots beams of concentrated heat from their eyes that try to incinerate whatever they touch with extreme heat. The beams move at very fast speeds and can shoot at any thing within the user's sight. Weakness: This power can quickly drain the user of chakra if used recklessly and powerful water techniques can counter the jutsu. Name of Jutsu: Hate Release: Hateful Fury Rank: B Range: Close Type of Jutsu: taijutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): none Description: Natzu assaults his enemies with a hailstorm of stone crushing punches, kicks, knee and elbow strike while in a frenzied rage to try and beat them down. His attacks are savage and unpredictable when using this technique and his strength and speed are greatly increased thanks to his hateful chakra flowing through him. Weakness: While his attacks are unpredictable, he is also very reckless while using this technique thanks his state of mind and is vulnerable to being counterattacked by a smarter opponent. He is mainly focusing on offense while using this technique and thus leave himself open to attacks from his foes. This technique can also be very taxing on the body if used too many times. Name of Jutsu: Hate Release Wrathful God Rank: A Range: medium Type of Jutsu: Kinjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): none Description: Natzu creates a large being out of his chakra which is his rage personified and in his case it takes the form of crimson red minotaur. The being is transparent since it is made out of pure chakra, but it is still solid. It can hit with enough force that it can bust through metal and Natzu can also create just parts of it such as a single arm to save chakra. Finally he can use his elemental chakra nature to make the chakra minotaur breath fire. Weakness: This technique uses a massive amount of chakra and is extremely taxing on the user's body, it also can cause terrible migraines and make the user cough up blood. If used for too this jutsu can cause the user's heart to stop and kill them.
3,809	85	8	2,058	266	Ah, Io! Tama said, spotting a person jump away after setting something on the ground. Shortly after the shadow left, a glob of dirt began to morph into a wolf. Looking around, she noticed several other figures doing the same thing. "There are a bunch of people putting things on the ground! It looks like they're making wolves." Looking around as Kurogane and Kiri fended a few wolves off, Io replied, "Ah, thanks. There are a few over here, too." They seemed to be similar to Kurogane in that they could reform after taking damage. However, it seemed to be limited in the amount of times they could recover, and they didn't seem to have a core. Though he'd have to work around the limits, this could definitely be used to design some new puppets. "Hah," Io chuckled to himself, a fire beginning to flare up in his eyes. This was incredibly intriguing. Sensing that glow, Guru quickly cooled him down. "Now is not the time for that." Io knew Guru was right about these things, but still... "Anyways," Guru carried on, making sure Io didn't fall back into what he was thinking about before. "There seems to be someone fighting ahead with a few of the wolves. I'll be assisting him, if you wish to come and ask about the situation." It's a bit annoying having to walk over, Io thought to himself, Guru's attempt to keep Io away from the thoughts of designing puppets quickly becoming pointless. If he were to just graft someone's voice box into one of his puppets, then they could just-- "Just move your ass, dammit!" Kiri sharply cut off Io's thoughts by taking control of the body, and sprinted off towards Guru. Io had stupid ideas every so often, and they really, really infuriated her. ________________________________________ Guru reached the boy after the three wolves he had defeated began to reform. While he seemed perfectly capable of handling it himself, Guru figured that helping wouldn't be a problem. Planting his feet, he launched a shell of water, blasting through two of them. Kiri, absolutely pissed by how inferior the wolves were to her puppet body, started curb-stomping it. She roared, enunciating each word with a well-placed stomp. "FUCK OFF, YOU DAMN, CHEAP COPIES!" After taking a deep breaths, Kiri gave back Io's body as Kurogane, Tama and Kiri, now possessing her normal body, arrived. "Hello," Io said to ninja, completely unaware of the disturbing dissonance caused by the sudden change in personality. "Do you know what's going on right now?"	Name: Io Megami Gender: M Age: 17 ========================================= Weapons/Items: Weapon Scrolls ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Weapon Scrolls Description: Upon activation, one of four elemental puppets are summoned. However, this is rarely necessary, as the puppets are generally by his side anyways. Kiri - A giant black wolf with blood red eyes that, along with lighting itself on fire, can launch fire from its mouth. Thanks to internal seals, it's completely fireproof. Guru - A slightly smaller tortoise(relative to Kieri) with a nigh impermeable shell. It can shoot concussive blasts of water from its mouth like a cannon. Tama - A falcon that can launch piercing, knife-like feathers from its wings. Kurogane - A wooden peg that takes the earth around it to form an earthen samurai. By moving through the earth, Kurogane's core can "teleport" to anywhere where the ground made of earth, albeit nowhere near instantly. It becomes stronger depending on the materials it's using. The remaining scrolls shoot out a shower of senbon when activated. Appearance: One scroll colored red(Kiri), blue(Guru), green(Tama), brown(Kurogane), and several colored yellow(senbon). ========================================= Appearance: Io's eyes change with his split-personalities: Crimson for Kiri, sky for Guru, emerald for Tama, and a deep brown for Kurogane. They are normally a glistening amber. Personality: Due to the side-effects of the jutsu he invented, Io's mind is divided into several different personalities that belong to his puppets, who fight over control of his body. In his normal state, where his eyes are a bright amber, Io is... somewhat ironically, emotionless. He wants to say whatever is on his mind, even if it's quite rude(usually, this the case), but will usually be stopped by "Kiri". Kiri identifies as a girl, and positively glows with self-confidence. She has a strong will to do as she pleases, and her short temper is only matched by how easily flustered she gets. Compared to Kiri, Guru is much more humble and peaceful. He prefers to use words over his fists and seems to enjoy acting as a counselor for others, giving his best answer to a person's problems. While he's usually the one to stop Kiri from punching someone in the face, he might let it happen if truly believes that the person deserves it. If he's absolutely fuming, Guru can give out a brutal verbal beating. Tama has the most energetic personality of the bunch and, pun completely intended, is the somewhat of a birdbrain. Nonetheless, she finds joy with helping others and is quite lovable for that reason. Incredibly pure, she interrupts Io the most for when he's about to say something that would come across as "gross". Befitting of an honorable shinobi or samurai, Kurogane is a dutiful man who fulfills his promises to the best of his abilities. He tends to be gloomy and unbudgingly stubborn, but his grudges are easily buried when the situation calls for it. History: In his childhood, Io wasn't necessarily interested in the idea of becoming a ninja, but was absolutely entranced by puppets. As a result, he ended up learning the relatively complicated process building and using puppets instead of the academy's basics; while incompetent in actually applying them, he had skills far above what would be normal for his age. Empowered by his genius and obsession, he created four amazing puppets, ones that would become his favorites: Kiri, Guru, Tama, and Kurogane. Of course, having spent so much time simply building puppets on his own, Io had no friends aside from his creations. Not understanding why they didn't count for his parents, Io searched for a way to give them independent life. As he researched, he came across texts on the Kage Bushin no Jutsu and human puppets. He wasn't insane enough to kill others, but dividing himself would probably be enough. Io finally put his theoretical technique to practice after confirming it was safe, but collapsed as his consciousness was torn apart. Following the incident, his puppets could move like living beings, but Io himself seemed to become more dead. He would suddenly burst into motion as if he were possessed, which startled those who saw him immensely. Nonetheless, his parents were surprisingly happy with this; it was oddly refreshing, as if they suddenly had more members to their family. Io didn't regret his decision, either. However, this new life was quickly cut short when the Fire Nation attackedLand of Fire began its "peaceful" movement. Unable to accept his country's surrender, Io left before troops reached his town and began wandering the land on his own. ========================================= Strengths: Along with practically acting as a multi-man team alone, Io and his puppets work perfectly in sync, which is a distinct advantage. Genjutsu is nigh useless against him, as each individual consciousness can break it. He also is quite proficient in taking apart all sorts of devices, including other puppets. Weaknesses: Io is unexperienced in stealth and has no idea how to use most types of jutsu, meaning he can be easily defeated by ambushes and seasoned fighters. ========================================= Io's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Soul Split Command Rank: A Range: N/A Type of Jutsu: Kinjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity: N/A Description: After splitting his consciousness into several fragments, Io's puppets gained their own personalities and the ability to move and attack on its own. Each shard, while capable of traveling between Io and its bound body, retains the ability to communicate with each other. Weakness: The puppets, if being controlled directly, can be affected by genjutsu. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Chakra Threads Rank: C Range: Short-Mid Type of Jutsu: Multi-Purpose Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): N/A ==================== Name of Jutsu: Senbon Thunderstorm Rank: B Range: Short-Long Type of Jutsu: Shurikenjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Lightning Description: Using one of his senbon scrolls, he rains a barrage of needles down on his opponents. As they move, he sends arcing electricity through them, which is stronger up close. Weakness: Assuming that he even has enough chakra to use it that many times, Io can only use this three times before having to reload his scrolls. Furthermore, due to the large area, caution must be taken to not accidentally hit an ally.
3,810	85	9	1,904	43	-Battle of Takigakure (Unnamed Ninja fighting Keiji's PoV)- The ninja glanced at Kaiji seemingly indifferent to the ninja's banter. "What are you, twelve? This world revolves around one thing. Power, and it just so happens that that is on my side." He chuckled as with the flick of a wrist launched three shurikens towards the man. "Know me Hero. I am Gora Juu, Deathflinger!" He began to sprint away, Just a short distance away was a large tree and three buildings, ample cover. And perhaps a great place to set a trap. The ninja was a patient one, and being caught this off guard put him on edge, he was a man who valued distance over everything. He would watch them suffer and bleed. Track them down and take what will they had left to survive. Maybe for that fact he was a coward, on the run when someone would fight him yet staying hidden amongst shadows and cover when unleashing his attacks. -Battle of Takigakure (Unnamed Ninja fighting Kurai's PoV)- "Ooh a tough guy, an artist tough guy." He laughed joking as he took martial poise, stepping a short distance away from Kurai. There was now maybe twenty feet between them. His stance was telegraphing his confidence fighting in close combat, or was that too in jest? "I mean if you need a canvas this whole village can be it, just paint with the blood of everyone who dies, and even better, let me paint with yours! It'll be an everlasting masterpiece right?" Perhaps this man was a bit too talkative, but his confidence was shining through as he closed his fist and a screeching sound and faint white glow grew brighter and brighter around his fists. Then in an instant he shot a jab forward, the white orb of energy shooting at Kurai at speeds hard to follow. And should the blow hit, it would likely do large amounts of damage, scraping and tearing at the ninja's flesh. "I'm an artist too you see?" He chuckled as he closed his fists and the glow began again. "Hideyama Makonoro, Wind Dancer at your service."	After further thought, your accepted. Just add this to your CS (And feel free to modify it if you want divebomber eagles.) and move it over. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Summoning Technique: Eagles Rank: B Range: Close Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): N/A Description: Summons eagles, these eagles are highly trained and responsive to their master. Quite useful for recon and sensory applications. Weakness: They are eagles. Therefore they are fragile and have very little combat use.
3,811	85	10	2,123	170	Knowing that the bright orb currently traveling towards him at blistering speeds would be impossible to avoid entirely, Kurai twists his upper body, firmly anchoring his feet to the floor beneath him. In the instant he does so, the concentrated ball of wind tears through a portion of his chest, causing no serious or lasting injury but leaving the affected area in searing pain and open to the brisk air. As needles shoot through the injury, Kurai slings one arm just below the site of the wound and winces. Strangely, his grimace turns to a grin, then outright laughter. "Wind Dancer, huh? My name is Kurai Gensō. Perhaps...perhaps once this is over, I will paint you. I was running low on red." While talking, the limb caressing his injuries meets his other and silently begins weaving signs. "Fire Style: Flame Body Armor!" As his body apparently bursts into flames, illuminating the night sky, Kurai wastes no time in sending three more of his kunai at the Hidden Leaf shinobi in the hopes of distancing them and buying time for his next attack. Already weaving the signs, Kurai speaks. "Does Konoha teach you nothing at all? There is no honor...in killing the dead."	Name: Kurai Genso Gender: Male Age: 20 Village: Amegakure Rank: Jonin, B Clan: Genso Name of the Kekkei Genkai: N/A Type of Kekkei Genkai: N/A Level of Mastery: N/A Description: N/A Note: N/A Weakness: N/A ========================================= Weapons/Items: Generic Items: Several Shuriken and Kunai, Senbon, exploding tags ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Rigged Umbrella Description: An umbrella set up with a trap such that it is capable of raining senbon from above Appearance: A simple, unadorned, black umbrella with a wooden handle ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Respirator Mask Description: A mask that allows the user to breath underwater and filters airborne toxins Appearance: Standard Amegakure Respirator ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Storage Cell x3 Description: Function as rechargeable batteries, able to absorb or release chakra. All three are fed a stream of chakra through the wires attached to Kurai's head Appearance: They appear as little more than rectangular boxes with wires protruding, and are held in a backpack that rarely leaves Kurai's side ========================================= Personality: Quiet, lethargic, and not terribly prone to conversation. Not very good at communication due to lack of practice, Kurai is easily flustered. He is intelligent, but would prefer not to exercise his brain in favor of just lounging about and letting others do his work for him. Masochistic, with some sadistic tendencies. His smile, a twisted grin, is usually indicative of some new method of torture he has devised. History: Kurai was on a mission in Takigakure when the declaration of war was made. Realizing that if he returned to his country, he would be forced to battle, he decided that he'd rather sit this one out and feigned his own death and took up permanent residence in the Land of Waterfalls. He really doesn't want to be involved in a war, and would just as soon let Konoha conquer and pillage, so long as he doesn't have to get involved. All he wants his to be able to settle down and do what it is he enjoys. There...is something he enjoys right? After so long working as a shinobi, it's hard to remember. Since he began to live in the Land of Waterfalls, he has been taking on odd jobs, most commonly as a commissioned artist. Contrary to all laws of Naruto, he actually doesn't have an eye underneath his eyepatch; it was lost on a mission as a chunin after it took the sharp end of a kunai. It was lucky that he wasn't killed, so the loss of one eye hasn't bothered him too much, although it does throw off his depth perception at times. ========================================= Strengths: Kurai is intelligent and calculating; a planner. His chakra cells allow him to continue battling even if he would have depleted his own chakra reserves, simply by setting it aside for later use. He is extremely skilled in genjutsu, and is relatively good at detecting it due to his own proficiency. He has two change in chakra natures, fire and water, though he specializes in fire and is significantly less competent at water jutsu than most Amegakure ninja. Weaknesses: His personality can make him difficult to form a relationship with or work alongside, though his jutsu pool is largely support and would benefit from the addition of teammates. His taijutsu is lacking: he'd likely lose to a chunin or even a skilled genin in hand to hand combat. Additionally, he is reticent to fight or become involved in conflict, and detests wasting his energy, so he is more easily ambushed or hit with attacks that have a large radius. Furthermore, nearly all of his jutsu are nullified by Water Style. ========================================= Kurai's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Will O' Wisp Rank: B Range: 50 meters Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description:One or more small, flickering balls of flame. Upon eye contact, the target is compelled to follow its movements. IF an outside stimulus is applied to the target, the genjutsu will be broken, but can be regained once more through eye contact. Weakness: Easily defeated through coordinated teamwork, or doused by Water Style. Drains the user's chakra while maintained. Requires the user to stay withing range of the jutsu, which, while admittedly large, is virtually useless if the target is out of sight. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Illusion Ash Cloud Rank: a Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu, Hiden Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: A cloud of grey ash which causes hallucinations and apparitions to those trapped inside. As it is a genjutsu, all pain and exhaustion that occurs while under its influence is entirely real, but physical injuries are not. Anyone trapped inside the cloud is affected similarly, be it friend or foe. Weakness: Can be dispersed by strong Wind Style, or precipitated by a Water Style with a wide range. Although the user controls any hallucinations occurring within, he is likewise affected if he remains with the cloud. It is an immobile jutsu, and can be escaped by leaving its area of effect. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Summoning Technique: Demonic Salamander Rank: A Range: N/A Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, supplemental Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Summons a fire-breathing salamander to fight alongside the user. It is useful as a mount or mid-ranged combat partner. It is not terribly intelligent, but will respond to commands such as, "Breathe fire here." Weakness: The salamander is fragile and will generally disappear after one blow. Additionally, its eyesight is poor and it is vulnerable to taijutsu, should a user be able to approach. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Clone Technique Rank: C Range: 30 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Bunshinjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Similar to most clones, they are weak and will generally fall to one blow. Unable to use jutsu of their own. Create a short burst of flame upon defeat, which is useful against taijutsu users. Weakness: Limited range of use, virtually useless against ranged jutsu. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Flame Body Armor Rank: C Range: 5 centimeters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, supplemental Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: The user is cloaked in fire. Provides no real defensive armor, but is a good deterrent of physical attackers who enjoy not being on fire. Weakness: Ranged physical attacks and Water Style are not hindered. Water Style nullifies the jutsu. The jutsu constantly depletes chakra while in use. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Fire Style: Downpour of Scorching Embers Rank: B Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Fire Description: Creates a hail of embers from above to rain down upon the target. Can have its power increased by Wind Style, or be used as an effective combo with Senbon Rain. Weakness: Fairly weak rate of impact, and is used more to cause burns than incapacitate by force. Can be doused with Water Style or escaped by hiding underground. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Water Style: Archerfish Rank: D Range: 15 meters Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Water Description: A weak jutsu mostly used to put out fires. Could probably annoy someone or push them back a little, at most. The user emits a jet of water from their mouth. Weakness: Lightning Style would be conducted through to the user. Has very little combat usage anyway.
3,812	85	11	135	12	Amon was standing quietly in one Takigakure street when the attack had begun, knocking the boys hope of a quiet rest to the ground. He ran in a seemingly opposite direction to the fighting to try and avoid getting caught up in it, but when he heard the screams of those fighting, he knew he couldn't just run away again and again. Turning back around to the village, Amon spotted something appearing out of the shadows. "Shit..." The boy mumbled, pulling out his katana and cursing himself for trying to run in the first place, if he hadn't of turned around, whatever was following him would've most likely gotten the advantage in a surprise attack. As the being came closer, Amon realised there was 3 of them, wolves from the look of things, wolves made of dirt. Amon let out a relieved sigh and ran towards them, thinking to himself how easy this would be. The first wolf attacked without much warning, and Amon was nearly bitten by the creature as it jumped at Amon from the side, only to be struck by Amons' katana and thrown to the side as the other two wolves jumped forward almost immediately after, Amon striking one away by continuing his swing from wolf one, but the last wolf made contact and Amon was pushed back. "Fuck." Amon grumbled, now knowing this would no longer as easy as he thought. The three mud wolves began to stand back up, even the first one which Amon was sure he had destroyed. The blond ninja placed his hands together, still gripping his sword. "Lightning Release: Channelling Technique!" He yelled into the night air as a force of habit and ran forward again, this time with electricity covering his sword. He swung again at Wolf 1, effectively separating its face from its body for the second time as he jumped over its falling body before forming more had seals as he flew through the air above Wolves 2 and 3. "Lightning Release: Shadow Clone!" He yelled again as a perfect copy of himself appeared behind wolf 3, who had been straggling behind. The wolf proceeded to attack the clone, just as Amon had wanted, and once the clone has dispersed into a cloud of smoke and lightning, the 3rd wolf was left momentarily paralysed, allowing Amon to focus on wolf 2 as he cut it down. With wolf 2 'dead' on the ground, Amon swung at wolf 3, managing to pierce it in the side, before the electricity encasing the sword did its job and the last wolf fell to the ground. Amon breathed a sigh of relief, he had successfully taken down the wolves without much effort and was free to continue on with his 'peaceful' night. At least, that was what he had thought, until the 3 wolves began to reform, their bodies repairing and their strength returning. "Seriously!?" Amon yelled into the night, gritting his teeth and preparing himself to finish these wolves off, he would not have his quiet night after all.	Amon Tottori Male 16 Amegakure - The Village Hidden in the Rain B Rank Chunin Clan: Tottori Clan Chakra Affinity: Lightning Name of the Kekkei Genkai: Kyōbōnagan (Lit. Meaning Berserk Eye) Type of Kekkei Genkai: Fuinjutsu, Dōjutsu Level of Mastery: Competent Description: The Kyōbōnagan holds components of both a Fuinjutsu and a Dojutsu, allowing the user to release all the chakra in their bodies in one burst, entering them into a temporary "Berserk" mode where all aspects of themselves are increased substantially for a short time in exchange for using up all of the users chakra. Advance users can send out smaller loads of chakra with their Kyōbōnagan so that they may have an increased burst of speed/power/etc. whilst keeping enough chakra left to continue to fight. Note: When activating the Kyōbōnagan, users eye markings stretch across the whole body, however because Amon only possess one Kyōbōnagan only half of his body is covered. Users of the Kyōbōnagan often have increased chakra levels when born to try and combat the weaknesses that come with the Kyōbōnagan, however they are still real issues. Weakness: Weilding the Kyōbōnagan is dangerous for those whom are inexperienced, as they may accidentally kill themselves by over-estimating the chakra they can send out, thus using all of their chakra and draining their life force. Once one has used the Kyōbōnagan to it's full extent, they will be devoid of chakra for a few hours until they recover, effectively not allowing them to use any jutsu for that time and effectively exhausting the wielder. This can be fatal in battle. ========================================= Weapons/Items:Fūma Shuriken, Katana Generic Items: Multiple Smaller Shurikens, Multiple Kunai, two sets of bandages, summoning sheets ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Fūma Shuriken Description: A shuriken Amon was gifted as a child, it is his main weapon of choice in difficult battles and summons it with a sheet he keeps wrapped in his bandages. The Fūma Shuriken is large and folds and unfolds during battle for different situations and for easy storage. ========================================= Name of Weapon or Item: Katana Description: A large Katana Amon received from an unknown source which he keeps on his person at all times, he cannot wield it as skillfully as he can his Fūma Shuriken however he still believes it holds its benefits to him. Appearance: See Below ========================================= Personality: Amon is a quiet relaxed boy who views the war as something that stops him from being lazy, to his dismay. He views tragedy as just another occurrence and seemingly bottles up all emotions which could burst his relaxed bubble. Inside of himself he seems to freak out a lot and is extremely stressed, but only shows in in extreme situations where he would find himself having an anxiety attack, which isn't good in the middle of a battle. He loves the company of others, but only if they don't pressure him to do things, he'll do them in his own time apparently. Amon often over-estimates or under-estimates a situation, resulting in some difficult times for the Chunin, however he refuses to admit he is in trouble, stating that it will be fine. He is not above giving up when a situation gets too tough and needs constant pushing from others to keep going in rough times. History: Growing up in Amegakure, Amon had a nice childhood with his clan, even if he was born without their praised kekkei genkai, being a very excited child he was a terror for those who had to look after him, however that would not stop young Amon, he believed he was bullet proof, until he got his left eye gouged out by a wild dog at least which absolutely killed his wild spirit, resulting in young Amon becoming a recluse as his eye healed. Amons' father, extremely distraught by the sadness his youngest son was now experiencing opted to sacrifice his left eye for Amon, implanting it into the child so that he could see and also gifting him with the kekkei genkai he was born without, effectively curing Amon of his sadness, which was now replaced with an extreme anxiety over the whole incident. As Amon grew older and the war started his anxiety became a huge problem, as his clan was out fighting and getting murdered by the Fire Country, Amon ran away, disgusted in his fear but too scared to do anything. As he traveled he did his best to bottle up the fear that plagued him, finding comfort in a relaxed 'mask' he wore for those around him, eventually becoming the default personality he presented. ========================================= Strengths: Amons' single Kyōbōnagan gives him an unique advantage those in his clan would need extreme training for, partial releases of his chakra which allows him to enter berserk mode more than once a day. His experience with the Fūma Shuriken is also vital to his survival and rivals those of the Fūma Clan. Weaknesses: Amons' anxiety may be fatal in a battle as he becomes incapacitated if he has an anxiety attack or simply gives up the battle once it becomes too hard. If Amon pushes it with his Kyōbōnagan his whole body will become devoid of chakra resulting in extreme exhaustion or in extreme circumstances, death. ========================================= Amon's Jutsu Name of Jutsu: Kaminari Bāsuto (Lit. meaning Lightning Burst) Rank: S Rank Range: Close Range Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Taijutsu Element Affinity: Lightning Description:Amon releases his chakra nature with his Kyōbōnagan and becomes covered with a cloak of lightning that explodes on anything it touches. Weakness: Can only be used by Amon if he uses his Kyōbōnagan to it's full extent and releases all his chakra. He cannot hurt a person with this jutsu if they attack by long or middle range. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Lightning Release: Shadow Clone Technique Rank: A Rank Range: Short Range Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Lightning Description: Amon creates a shadow clone out of his lightning element which acts as a normal shadow clone and disperses when attacked, effectively shocking the attacker. Weakness: The shadow clone cannot stray too far from Amon without it dispersing and will react to the slightest of force. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Lightning Release: Channeling Technique Rank: C - A Rank Range: Short - Medium Range Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu, Taijutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Lightning Description: Amon can use this to channel a bolt of lightning into anything that will conduct it within reach. If he uses it on a kunai and throws it, he may extend his range out of reach. He will use this on his Fuma Shuriken to give it added power. Weakness: The further away the lightning bolt goes, the less control Amon has of it, it is also pretty easy to avoid this technique if you are aware of the range limitations. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Lightning Release: Lightning Hound Rank: B Range: Short-Long Range Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Lightning Description: By manipulating lightning chakra into the dominant hand, Amon makes the lightning expand to can create the form of a hound. to attack his opponent from a distance. The lightning dog will still be connected to the user’s hand through a bolt of lightning. The user then manipulates the technique to attack the chosen target. Weakness: Amon is often left standing still when using this jutsu, as if he moves it is very easy for him to lose control of the hound. He is also vulnerable from behind when using this technique.
3,813	85	12	2,360	668	Keiji kept a stoic expression, but grinned internally as the leaf ninja responded to his taunt. Gora even gave away a potentially useful bit of information. Deathflinger, eh? Had this man earned this name due to deadly accuracy with his shuriken throws, or was their some kind of jutsu hidden within them. Or perhaps it was just a name bearing no significance. Still Keiji decided to cover all bases and ducked under them rather than blocking them; it would be best to avoid direct contact with them until he knew what the name meant. As he ducked, he dashed forward in pursuit, a kunai in hand just in case those shuriken had any tricks to them. Keiji wondered if Gora knew the wisdom of his flight; with constant motion it would be difficult to get his geckos into a position where their would trap the enemy, but Keiji had a feeling that this man's demeanor was simply well-suited for the situation. He took a glance at where the man was running, though, and became a bit more optimistic. Was he simply changing their arena to a more favorable location? That was fine. He urged all but one of his geckos over to the tree where they would seem perfectly natural, having one gecko with poison senbon stay close to him, and then called back to Gora in his pursuit. "Well, Guura-kun," he began, deliberately mispronouncing the name, "I suppose I should return the courtesy and tell you my name. You would know me as Zekkyouha, the Screaming Blade. You can run all you like, but unless you're faster than the speed of sound, you'll never escape my jutsu." And so Keiji's ruse began. The name he borrowed was that of a low ranking missing-nin that would have appeared in several Bingo Books. It was likely that any high-ranking shinobi would have heard the name, but unlikely that they would be familiar enough with the enough with the entry to know that Keiji looked nothing like him. This Zekkyouha was known for using sound based jutsu, and that was just the background information he hoped his enemy had; if Gora had never heard of him, well the alias was enough of a hint. With that, Keiji took out his whistle and began making the signs for his Nise Zoufuku no Jutsu. His false persona was established, his genjutsu was ready, and Keiji finally blew on the whistle. To everybody else, the whistle would seem like just a mildly annoying note, but Keiji's genjutsu multiplied the volume of the tone manyfold for Gora, making it sound like an indescribable screech. Gora's ear drums would feel like they were rupturing from the magnitude of the sound, but his hearing would, in fact, be in tact, leaving him susceptible to a constant barrage of sound. And that completed Keiji's school of red herrings. He didn't care if Gora saw through the false identity, he didn't care if Gora realized that there was absolutely nothing special about his whistle; he didn't care if Gora managed to identify and break the genjutsu; all he cared about was distracting Gora long enough to get the geckos into position.	Name: Keiji Anjou Gender: Male Age: 19 Village: Kirigakure Rank: Jounin, B Appearance: Personality: Hardworking and ambitious, but not without a sense of humor. Keiji has aspirations to become the Mizukage one day, and so he actively tries to make as many friends and allies as he can. He is undyingly loyal to his friends, and unyieldingly ruthless to his enemies. As a relatively new Jounin, he is always respectful to his seniors, but is not afraid to offer his input whenever any planning takes place. He is slow to anger, but dishonesty and betrayal are the two things he will not tolerate. History: Keiji had always envied the Fire Nation. They had prosperity, prestige, power, everything a great nation ought to have. The lush forests of the Fire Country were so far removed from the depressing, misty land he lived in. It was no wonder that so many ninjas fled from Kirigakure; why should anyone be loyal to a brutal land that refused to take care of its own? However, nothing would change if nobody was willing endure a bit of hardship. Kirigakure was wary of the Anjou clan, just as they were of all clans with kekkei genkai. As a survival tactic, Keiji’s family cautioned him to use his ability sparingly once it awakened. Keiji heeded his family’s advice, but also became motivated the alleviate his village’s fears of his kekkei genkai. So, Keiji completed his academy training, showing unwavering respect to the authorities of his country, while at the same time analyzing everything wrong with Kirigakure so that when the time came for his voice to be heard, he would have the solutions that his people so desperately needed. On his missions, he sought to become friends with his fellow ninja, and also sought to represent his country well when traveling abroad, seeking to gain as many allies around the world as he could. After all, the best way to change his home would be to become its leader, but that would never happen without support. As he moved up through the ranks, he took pride in the fact that every member from every team he led had come back alive, and he eventually attained the rank of Jounin. He devoted a good amount of time studying Konoha’s government and history, learning what he could from their example and thinking how he could apply their policies to his own land. Then, the pendulum of history began to swing. Konoha decided to cross the line from world leader, to tyranny. Keiji glared back at Konoha undaunted. If they wanted a fight, he’d give them one. He refused to accept the Land of Water's surrender and joined the allied forces with relish. This would be a chance to earn prestige for his own nation, to form new friends and acquaintances from around the world, and to grab a bit of Konoha’s prosperity by force. Strengths: Keiji is a clever tactician that excels in team coordination. Give him any combination of shinobi, and he can assess their skills, jutsu, and demeanors to come up with the optimal team strategies. Likewise, he is able to remain calm under extreme pressure. His friends often call him fearless, but this is simply the result of his strong mental discipline. In a similar vein, he is particularly good at recognizing and dispelling genjutsu, and his own genjutsu is tough to resist. His personal combat abilities are what one would expect for a Jounin, but his is strongest on a team. Weaknesses: Since Keiji has devoted much of his training to sharpening his mind, he sacrificed strengthening his ninjutsu. His chakra pool is not as large as other Jounin, and his techniques lack the “brute force” that many other shinobi pride themselves on. Likewise, he becomes fatigued in drawn-out battles and must pace himself throughout missions. ========================================= Clan: Anjou Name of the Kekkei Genkai: Hyouton: Seiryu no Karada (Ice Release: Body of Seiryu) Type of Kekkei Genkai: Ninjutsu Level of Mastery: Moderate Description: At its basic level, this ice release technique creates a layer of ice armor over the user that take the form of hundreds of scales. The scales are rock-hard and especially resistant to cutting and chakra based attacks. The edges of the scales are also razor sharp, adding a slashing element to all of the user’s taijutsu. As members of the Anjou clan gain greater mastery of this jutsu, they can generate certain dragon-esque body parts with the ice, like claws, jaws, or a tail, but this comes with intense practice. Weakness: The scales must leave the eyes and mouth of the user uncovered to allow for seeing/breathing, so these areas remain as susceptible to attacks as ever. The scales do not protect well against blunt-force damage, making Doton (earth release) techniques particularly effective. ========================================= Weapons/Items: Generic Items: Shuriken, exploding tags, kunai ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Whistle Description: A small wooden whistle that lets out a high-pitched tone audible to humans and animals alike. Appearance: An ordinary wooden whistle. ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Stink Bombs X 6 Description: Pellets that burst into a cloud of gas that smells something like rotting fish. Appearance: Small black pellets about the size of a cherry ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Poison Senbon X 100 Description: Needles dipped in a poison designed to retain its potency over a long time and in various climates. Upon entering the body, the poison causes a burning pain, then makes the target lethargic and exhausted. A few strikes are bearable for most ninja. Being struck by 6 or more is enough to seriously impact fighting ability. The poison can be fatal for some people, but the lethal dosage would require being struck by roughly 30 senbon. Appearance: Ordinary looking senbon needles. ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: Mudslide Scroll X 3 Description: A scroll prepared in Kirigakure that unleashes a mudslide when activated. The mud is slightly sticky, but is mostly water so it is not likely to trap or smother the target, but it is likely to wash the target away. The water released can then be used for water-based jutsu. Appearance: An unmarked scroll with a single brown stripe. ======================================== Keiji's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Nise Zoufuku no Jutsu (False Amplification Jutsu) Rank: B Range: 40 ft. Type of Jutsu: Genjutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A genjutsu that amplifies a particular sense to an unbearable degree. For example, sunlight would become an unbearable glare, a whistle would become a deafening screech, etc. The user can choose a stimulus in the environment at will and amplify its effect on the target. This genjutsu is tricky to break because it does not target the mind directly, but rather the target’s receptors; the target’s mind is functioning normally, but it is receiving false information. Thus the standard method of breaking genjutsu is not effective. Instead, the target must focus chakra to the specific part of the body being effected. Weakness: Nise Zoufuku no Jutsu cannot create stimuli; it can only amplify something that the target is already sensing, so additional tools are often needed to make this technique effective. Likewise, completely cutting off a sense (closing one’s eyes for example) would negate the effects for as long as the sense remains cut off, while the technique will continue to drain the user’s chakra. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Toppuu Arukkata no Jutsu (Gust Step Jutsu) Rank: D Range: NA Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Wind Description: Wind chakra is channeled into the feet and released in a quick burst, resulting in a momentary, but powerful, propulsive force. The technique itself is incredibly simple, but it can be made into a deadly weapon with clever application. This technique can give the user a sudden burst of speed or can increase jumping distance. The force of the burst is controllable and dependant on the amount of chakra expended. The technique cannot be used continuously, but it can be used in rapid succession. Weakness: The technique results in a high speed thrust, but does not heighten the user’s senses, thought process, or body speed. The runs the risk of miscalculating where he and his opponent will be after the step. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kazetachi no Jutsu (Wind Cutter Jutsu) Rank: C Range: 50 ft. Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Wind Description: The user launches blades of compressed air at the target. The blades are strong enough to leave deep lacerations, but generally are not fatal unless many strikes land. Weakness: The blades cannot cut through rock or metal, so they can be blocked with a moderate defense. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Suiton: Suiryuudan no Jutsu (Water Dragon Jutsu) ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Dassui Goumon no Jutsu (Dehydration Torture Jutsu) Rank: A Range: Contact Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Element Affinity: Water Description: Originally created as an interrogation technique, Dassui Goumon forcibly rips the water out of the target’s body. Keiji personally modified this technique so that it could be used in combat. The technique requires intense concentration and precise chakra control, but if it is executed correctly, once he comes in contact with his target, he can rip the moisture right out of them. The technique does not leave any physical wounds except the parched and fatigued body that dehydration brings. Brief contact allows the removal of a moderate amount of water. It would take multiple hits to have an immediate effect. However, with prolonged contact, immediate dehydration is possible. Death is even a possibility if enough water is pulled out. Weakness: The technique requires physical contact, meaning flesh against flesh. The water can be pulled against porous substances, like normal clothing, but the technique cannot be activated through armor or thick clothing. Since the technique requires precise chakra control, it must be prepared in advance; it cannot be used opportunistically. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kuchiyose no Jutsu: Wanayamori (Summoning Teachnique: Trap Gecko) Rank: A Range: NA Type of Jutsu: space-time ninjutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A rather obscure form of summoning that is often overshadowed by larger, “more powerful,” creatures. Wanayamori appear to be ordinary lizards, and have no notable offensive capabilities. However, their bodies are capable of absorbing and releasing ninja tools at will. For example, the ninja can place three shuriken in one gecko; that gecko will be able to spit those shuriken back at a target. Each individual gecko takes a small amount of chakra, so the user can often summon multiple geckos at once. The Wanayamori have a hive mind that links to the user, essentially allowing the user to control them at will. Weakness: Controlling multiple Wanayamori at once is mentally taxing, and while they do not require large amounts of chakra, only those capable of prolonged concentration can use them effectively. If a gecko is killed before it releases the tools, those tools are lost forever. ======================================== Name of Jutsu: Kirigakure-ryu: Nagare Keitai (Mist Village Style: Flowing Form) Rank: B Range: NA Type of Jutsu: taijutsu Element Affinity: NA Description: A defensive technique used to minimize damage from physical strikes. The user anticipates the force and rhythm of the strike and moves with it upon contact rather than blocking or resisting the strike. This technique is similar to the way boxers “roll with the punches,” but this form of taijutsu can be used against a variety of strikes. Users often utilize spinning or rolling motions to lessen the force of the blow. Advanced practitioners can use the centripetal force to then deliver a counter strike. Weakness: It is a risky maneuver. One misstep results in the user taking the full force of the enemy’s attack, unguarded.
3,814	85	13	490	461	Tsubaki wasted no time with formalities and charged straight toward the ninja, her speed closing the gap between them in a heartbeat. Fearing a close quarter confrontation the Konohagakure ninja responded by launching a ranged assault consisting of shuriken, the small bladed weapons twirling rapidly through the air toward Tsubaki. Tsubaki jumped to the side to avoid injury, buying her opponent a moment of respite which he used to press home his ranged assault. Her forward momentum broken Tsubaki responded by circling him at speed, dodging only those shuriken that came close to hitting her as she searched for an opening. And seeing no opening she decided to force one instead. Tsubaki sheathed her weapon and in its place withdrew a giant shuriken from her back. Tsubaki jumped into the air, spinning around as she did so that she was facing the Konohagakure ninja and launched the giant throwing weapon toward him. His eyes opened wide as he saw the giant weapon hurtling through the air toward him in an arc whose trajectory was clear. At once he was presented with two options, he could attempt to block the attack or try to evade it entirely. Using a jutsu was out of the question considering the speed of the attack. And even if he skipped a few hand seals to speed up the casting time there was no guarantee that his jutsu could affect the giant shurikens path enough to avoid injury. He opted to evade along that same line of reasoning, his tanto clearly not up to the task of repelling the attack. Seeing her opponent dodge to the side as she knew he must Tsubaki had already significantly closed the distance between them, using the giant shuriken to momentarily distract her opponents full attention. By the time he realized his mistake her blade was already coming free from its sheath. Tsubaki propelled herself forward in a spinning motion, cutting down at her opponent. Responding in the only way he could the Konohagakure ninja raised his tanto defensively just in time to intercept the vicious downward blow, sending him skidding backwards several feet, his arms shaking from the force of the impact. Tsubaki realized then that he was not a close quarter fighter. However her opponent was by no means beaten yet.	Name: Tsubaki Gender: Female Age: 23 Chakra Affinity: Earth Village: Konohagakure (formerly) Rank: Hunter-Nin, A ==================== Name of Weapon or Item: O-Katana Description: Tsubaki’s weapon of choice is a masterfully forged o-katana made from high quality steel and other high quality materials. As a result the blade is strong enough to repel all but the most determined, powerful attacks with little to no damage sustained. There is a thin steel wire connected to the base of the hilt that allows Tsubaki to draw the blade back to her should she be disarmed in combat. Appearance: Silvered steel with a crimson hilt and sheath. Generic Items: Exploding Tags, Steel Wire, Giant Shuriken, Acupuncture Needles, Flash Bombs, Mask, Bandages ========================================= Personality: Tsubaki is a bright, curious and intelligent young woman with something of a ‘flexible’ approach to ethical and moral considerations. As such she tends to see the world in terms of cause and effect rather than in terms of outright good and evil. Because of this she is able to consider courses of action that to others might seem unethical, irresponsible or outright reprehensible to those with a more rigid sense of morality. However she is not a ‘bad’ person and is in fact very loyal and protective to those that she cares about. This is especially true when it comes to those under her command. Her unrequited affection for a certain lord makes her sombre at times and prone to drink. She loves steamed buns something fierce. History (Short Version): Tsubaki is a former Konohagakure Hunter-Nin that now serves the Alliance cause in the same capacity that she once served Konohagakure. She leads a small team of individuals with similar skills to herself who focuses on the elimination and abduction of important targets on and around the battlefield. As expected she is a high priority target for Konohagakure Hunter-Nin due to her knowledge of their methods, tactics and identities. History: Tsubaki like many others in the Alliance is a victim of the Fire Nation’s aggression, only not in the way that one might first assume. She is no refugee, nor was she an enemy kunoichi whose village was crushed beneath the Fire Nation’s heel. She was in point of fact an agent of that very same aggression, a kunoichi from Konohagakure, a Hunter-Nin responsible for the deaths and abductions of many Alliance Ninja as well as the execution and disposal of traitorous elements. However that changed with one single but ultimately defining moment. Tsubaki fell in love. She didn't mean to but alas no one ever chooses to. Following a routine elimination assignment behind enemy lines Tsubaki was issued with an order closer to home. Her mission was to infiltrate and investigate the ruler of a small allied nation rumoured to be acting as a base of operations for clandestine Alliance activity. Simply put she was to investigate these rumours while acting at her own discretion to eliminate any identified threats. She was required to determine the loyalty of the loyal warlord to determine his complicity in any Alliance activity in the area. To this end she inserted herself into his household in the guise of a servant. It was during this time that she became close to the warlords son, a charismatic and idealistic young man as well as a brilliant swordsman. Unfortunately she also identified the presence of several Alliance ninja operating in and around the lord’s manor. However she found no evidence that the lord or his retinue were in collusion with these elements and that their presence was something that could be dealt with without collateral damage. Her report stated as much. Her superiors disagreed with her assessment and ordered that the nation be purged at once. Tsubaki was ordered to await the arrival of addition Hunter-Nin before carrying out her orders. The Lord and his retinue would be removed, along with his immediate family and most loyal soldiers, replaced by puppets sent from Konohagakure. Unable to see these orders carried out Tsubaki warned the warlord of his impending assassination. The Warlord knew at once that his only realistic chance at survival was to flee, bringing with him only those that he trusted implicitly. Meanwhile Tsubaki confronted the infiltrators and made them a deal. In exchange for the chance to keep breathing they would lead the warlord and his men to the nearest safe Alliance stronghold. They agreed, if not simply because they believed her. They were in no position to fight a single Hunter-Nin, especially with a large host on the way. The evacuation was swift and well executed. Tsubaki did not go with them. Instead she prepared a false trail for her fellow Hunter-Nin to follow, using herself as a target. She knew that her attempt at deception would be short lived before the truth was discovered, however any time that she could buy them was worthwhile. She knew that she was acting like a fool but for the first time in her life she did not care. Once her ruse was uncovered her life was forfeit, her fellow Hunter-Nin given leave to eliminate her at all costs. With nowhere else to turn she headed toward the Alliance nations with many Hunter-Nin in pursuit. Battered, bruised and exhausted she was happened upon by an Alliance patrol and brought behind the safety of their walls. And was at once interrogated. They were not gentle. Tsubaki had no reason to withhold information and was most forthcoming. However it was not her willingness to talk that bought her freedom but the intervention of another party, the one in charge of the agents that she had spared. With word of her betrayal and the aid that she subsequently provided it was reluctantly decided that she was to be set free, albeit under close supervision. However with the balance of power as it was her skills could not be allowed to sit idle. In exchange for her continued freedom she would join the allied nations in their fight against the land of fire and its allies. She was in no position to refuse. ========================================= Strengths: Though essentially a speed type Tsubaki is able to temporarily increase both her attack and defence via skilful use of her Earth Release Techniques. This makes her very versatile as she is able to engage a wide range of opponents effectively by taking their abilities into consideration and reacting accordingly. Also due to her use of two specific jutsu she is very hard for sensor types to detect while submerged beneath the earth as this is generally considered to be a blind spot. Weaknesses: Regardless of any knowledge she might have as to her elements fundamental strengths and weaknesses she is still bound by them. As such her exclusive use of Earth Release Jutsu becomes an undeniable disadvantage when facing skilled Lightning Release users. Her versatility is artificial in that it depends on her chakra to maintain. Once depleted her versatility is effectively negated. ========================================= Tsubaki's Jutsu: Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Antlion Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Medium/Long Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique causes the ground and everything on and around it to be sucked in towards the middle of a large pit, much like the method an antlion uses to catch prey. Upon being dragged to the centre, the victim will then be sucked underground. There the victim, depending on how deep the user makes them sink, will be trapped and/or suffocated. The range of the pit is determined by how much chakra is put into the technique. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique Rank: D Range: Short Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique conceals the user underground and drags the object of their attack down into the earth, robbing them of their freedom. Leaving them completely unable to move after they're underground. In addition, they can start another attack. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique Rank: C Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique changes earth into fine sand by channelling chakra into it, allowing the user to dig through it like a mole. This effect goes around the body (not just the hands), making it just large enough for a person to move through. The user can pinpoint where they are, despite being underground, by sensing the magnetic forces. They can also sense what is happening on the surface and use that information to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. One can also hide deep in the ground, escaping to a depth where the enemy can't reach. It also appears that after digging, the ground can be returned to its original state, leaving no trace of where the user entered the earth. When combined with clone techniques, the user can use the clone to lure their enemies into a trap or false sense of security before launching a surprise attack from below. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage Rank: C Range: Short/Medium Type of Jutsu: Offensive/Supplementary Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A technique that transforms the earth surrounding the user into a fluid, allowing them to close in on the enemy with high speed by swimming underground. Since being under the ground is a blind spot, the target has no warning; allowing the user to launch a surprise attack. By using this technique in conjunction with a weapon, it also gains great effect as an "assault ninjutsu". ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release Armour Rank: N/A Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Defensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: This technique coats the user's body with stones, making them much more resistant to attacks. While using this armour, the stone layer can be manipulated to form blunt weapons for stronger attacks. One can also change their appearance with the stone layer. It also seems that this armour is heavy and makes the user less quick, as seen when Sadai took the armour off and immediately increased his speed. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld Rank: A Range: All Ranges Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By changing the surface of an object beneath an enemy into mud and creating a swamp, the user can sink his enemy into the mud. The adhesive, chakra-infused mud ensnares the enemy's body, making it almost impossible to recover one's strength and escape from the swamp. The size and depth of the created swamp depends on the user's skill and the amount of chakra used, but if the user is an expert in this technique, it will always be possible to make a fair-sized swamp which is extremely effective against a great number of enemies or when having to face gigantic creatures. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Fist Rock Technique Rank: Unknown Range: Personal Type of Jutsu: Offensive Ninjutsu/Taijutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: By encasing their arm in rock, the user can deal a powerful hardened punch against an opponent while being protected from direct contact with their target. If necessary, the weight of the rock can be increased to further increase the punch's destructive power. ==================== Name of Jutsu: Earth Release: Pillars of the Earth, Pillars of Heaven Rank: A Range: Spherical Area of Effect (Medium) Type of Jutsu: Fuinjutsu/Ninjutsu Element Affinity (If Applicable): Earth Description: A jutsu that raises five pillars from deep within the earth, arranged in a circle around the user with each pillar denoted by the elemental symbol for one of the five primary elements. These pillars once risen and subjected to the users chakra emit a dampening field throughout the immediate area within and around the pillars. This field severely weakens the ability of those within its sphere of influence to make use of jutsu that DO NOT correspond to their primary elemental affinity, effectively decreasing their rank in terms of power while increasing their chakra requirement. Justu that correspond to the users primary elemental affinity will remain unaffected. Weakness: The pillars influence can be escaped through relocating. Each individual pillar can be destroyed through the use of attacks that make use of the opposite element to the one denoted on the pillar. Once a pillar is toppled its effect on that element is negated.
3,815	86	0	1,537	4,313	Theme Song (to set the tone, cause this will have a soundtrack too LOL) "It is what it is. You're a criminal, metahuman, whatever... but you're currently doing time. You've just been offered a deal. Use your powers and skills to do black ops missions for the government in which you'll receive time off your sentence or full pardon, or they'll go back to making your life hell. Amanda Waller is looking for the ones nobody will miss. Expendables in her eye. You may only just have one power. Or hell, you may just be one of the best thieves in the world with the right toy in your hands. You've all got your history however brief or uninspiring. Now... what's it gonna be nutjob? You gonna join Task Force X?" Any dropouts will be killed within the context of the game if you disappear on us for more than a couple weeks without mentioning something in the OOC. 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 Rules: 1.) Abandoned characters will be killed off within the context of the story. Missions will last no longer than three weeks. You disappear on us for fourteen days without warning, YOUR CHARACTER WILL BE KILLED. Other players can and will be recruited to fill any voids on the roster from the ONGOING iCheck. 2.) No back to back posting. 3.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!! 4.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over. 5.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys! Namely me controlling the badguys... 6.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC. 7.) “I was waiting for to make a move” is not how this game is played. 8.) There is no rule #8. 9.) My word is law. 10.) Obey the law. 11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the Co-GM will take control and HIS/HER word will then be law. 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 Suicide Squad Titanpad, check my notes, chat, get to know your fellow Squaddies... 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 🚷 9:30 AM "I don't think you mean that, Marcus." the thick black woman spoke through the bars. The woman was very sure of herself. Her eyes were serious, her expression was cold. She could honestly care less about any of them. All that Marcus Stevens knew was that he was transferred over night from Iron Heights back in Central City all the way down to Louisiana. The woman offered the criminal a deal. In exchange for time off his sentence, all he's gotta do is a few black ops missions for the woman's 'Task Force X'. He wondered what the mission was, and why his skills were needed. He sat in silence for a few moments more before standing up and coming towards the bars. "What kinda black ops missions do you have in mind?" he asked. "Its confidential, but if you MUST know... there's some technology giving some scientists a bit of a problem down in Texas. The whole lab has been compromised and we've already lost several agents..." Waller explained still staring a hole right through the man. "You're being awfully vague, and I get it's all need to know, but it still sounds like suicide. If THAT'S the case, can I get a good meal before we get there?" he asked in response. Hours Later The group of criminals were all still in cuffs and power dampening collars for those who were metahuman. That's when Waller walked in with a woman who looked like she walked out of a Terminator film as well as a giant shark man. The room was large, and mostly empty, with several storage cases in front of the criminals as well as three armed guards. Waller continued her path to a large touch screen monitor on the wall and opened a window on the computer. "KORD Industries down in Texas has just made a breakthrough with some technology we believe is extra terrestrial. Thomas Kord himself reached out to me, and so far I've lost three of my best men. There are very few scientists left inside that are still alive. Thomas and his sixteen year old son are also inside in some sort of underground panic room. The technology, be it alien or mystical in origin, absorbed nearby tech and the mass became something out of a Matrix film...." Waller explained. "Did everyone enjoy your food?" she then asked, "Because it was laced with nanite explosives that have made their way through your bodies by now. You don't do as you're told or you try and go AWOL on me... you die. Simple as that." she said now with a bit of a grin. "Take off their cuffs and collars, let them rummage through their stuff for whatever they need. We need to get moving..." she instructed the guards. ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,816	86	1	2,031	6,401	Sara was bored, bored, bored and a bit hungry but not for the drek that passed as nutrition in Arkham or this new place; No she wanted to taste the sweet nectar of fear. She wanted to taste the soul freezing expectation of imminent death but ever since she'd been exposed and captured she'd been starved and here she was being threatened with a good time by a bureaucrat telling her that they'd basically poisoned her food. Then the woman showed fear by telling them she'd done this to prevent their escape or disobedience. "Did everyone enjoy your food? Because it was laced with nanite explosives that have made their way through your bodies by now. You don't do as you're told or you try and go AWOL on me... you die. Simple as that." the mouse said with a little grin. Then they took off her restraints and the hated collar releasing her true self from imprisonment. Black oily smoke poured from her body obscuring her and replacing the beautiful blonde Sara with LADY NIGHTMARE. The drugs they'd kept flowing in her blood were purged in moments by her insaitable hunger now free to feed. She giggled in delight as the guards and others in the room react with delicious fear which she gobbled up like a starving child and is barely able to contain her desire for more. Mmmm..... I was just starving. she purred as she looked around the room at the others. She wanted more, she wanted to feel everyone around her go into full on fight or flight mode so that she could drain them till they died trembling before her as she fed on their souls.	Quote: "Would you Die for Me?" Theme Song: Adrenalize - In This Moment Name : Sara Silversmith Alias: LADY NIGHTMARE Age: 24 Powers and Skills: SENSE FEAR Capabilities Using this ability she can sense and even define the fears of her targets. (The flaw of this ability is that when she encounters a person driven by fear or shows a lack of it she must be near them and study them) FEAR INDUCEMENT Capabilities She can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing her target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. Her victim’s perceptions are altered, causing them see their environment as ominous and her as dark and foreboding, or even be seen as a monster prepared to consume them. FEARFUL SCREAM Capabilities She has the ability to scream a very loud echo that causes fear in others and has shattered glass windows around her. (A sub power of Fear Inducement.) FEAR AGUMENTATION Capabilities Nightmare is able to augment the fears of others. She can make an aerophobe so afraid of flying that they never set foot on a plane/airport or even die of fright when the plane flies. Any fear can be amplified to the point of the victim dying of fright, usually a heart-attack. (She can sense the targets fears or phobias) FEAR EMPOWERMENT Capabilities She consumes Fear, through fear of oneself and others, unlocking her powers true abilities. She is able draw sustenance from fear even slowing or stop her aging process. Also her physical needs are greatly reduced or completely removed. These needs include sleep/rest, food, drink, bodily evacuations, shelter from environmental effects and their lack (heat/cold, dryness/wetness). NIGHTMARE MANIPULATION Capabilities She can enter and manipulate the nightmares of others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. The overwhelming shock, fear, anxiety and terror can prove too suffocating for the victim in which their hearts might explode or brains might die. (Victim must be sleeping) LIMITED SHAPESHIFTING Capabilities Nightmare may shift between two distinct forms called Trisha an Nightmare DARK ILLUSION Capabilities Lady can create, shape and manipulate shadows and darkness to create illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Also she can alter the way she is perceived even seeming to vanish. (She must have shadows to work with and her detail improves by how dark the chosen area is.) ENHANCED EYESIGHT (low light, UV, IR) Weaknesses: Bright light such as Sunlight or a spotlight beamed directly on her which banishes her fear power Personality: Sara is a complicated woman who has had her previous personality overwhelmed by her addiction to fear. Once an empathic young woman who saw herself as a champion of the truth she was transformed after her kidnapping into a predator. As a result of her exposure and survival Sara became a creature who feeds on the fears of others and has little regard for her victims viewing them with the same sympathy as a cat does a mouse. It is only her tenuous grasp on her former self that makes her choose as her prey the criminal element and were she to simply scare them might be more acceptable than her frightening them to death. Biggest Claim to Fame: Powers rival that of Scarecrow, and Batman commented that she punches harder than Crane as well How Long Have You Been in Prison: 7 months in Arkham Brief History: Sara was once a respected journalist who's lack of fear and ability to get her story made her the most watched News woman in the City. Some would think her troubles all began when she was kidnapped by a dark unknown figure then humiliated, tortured and held prisoner for several days but they would be wrong. Sara had been a fear junkie since she was a little girl performing stunts that awed her friends and terrorized her parents . It was her need to experience fear that led her to enter the world of investigative reporting and that same need that made her the best. It during her ordeal that something that had lay dormant her entire life awakened and on that day she became Nightmare a creature of fear. Notes: Skills: Journalism, Research (historical), Interview, Subterfuge, Surveillance, Sense Motive and Helicopter pilot
3,817	86	2	1,016	698	Daz's attention was purely on her future squad mates. When Waller ordered their restraints removed, Daz became almost robotic in her stance. Completely still in an “at ease” position, but there was an intense aura about her. Almost as if one false move and she would be the first to put several rounds into the assailant's head. Of course, she knew about the nanites even before Waller's announcement but it did nothing to remove any suspicion that someone wouldn't act out. After all these were dangerous super criminals who may even kill on a whim. Trying to assume explosive nanites could tame them was almost comical. "Sara Silversmith aka Lady Nightmare," Daz's thoughts shifted to her when the super criminal spoke. "Highly dangerous metahuman with abilities to sense and even use one's fear as a weapon. She's cruel, hedonistic and has a body I'd probably kill for." This one seemed especially dangerous mostly due to her addiction to fear. Even the threat of death may not overcome it, but Daz at least trusted Waller with this. Waller was many things, but she wasn't an incompetent monster. Lady Nightmare must be a useful and controllable asset. Everyone else present seemed to have their potential uses that might not make this an actual suicide mission.	Name: N/A Alias: Dazzle/Daz Age: N/A (no older than 60) Powers and Skills: Cybernetics- Dazzle is one of very few military cyborgs the US military has. In the case of Daz, most of her body including her face has been replaced by cybernetics and implants. This mostly consists of artificial limbs, organs and even skin. The cybernetics are a general improvement over any human's natural capabilities. Her muscles mostly consist of carbon nanotubes that give her the strength to punch through reinforced steel, and lift a two-ton car over her head with some strain. Dazzle's running speed is over 80 kph and she can sustain that sprint for several minutes. Reflexes are enhanced enough to make her an issue against most experienced close quarters combatants, but it’s not so much that she's dodging bullets. Her eyes are artificial and allows her not only to identify someone two miles away, but also has night and thermal vision capability. Military Training- Dazzle’s training seems to be the basics most US army soldiers go through, but its still unknown which branch she served. Her training involved basic firearms, hand to hand combat, survival skills, unit cohesion, demolitions experience, cyber warfare and officer training. This has all been enhanced by experience in various battles. As a result, pre cybernetic upgrade Dazzle was already a highly skilled marksman, relentless hth fighter, veteran officer and (as she would put it) all around badass soldier. Most of her activities as a soldier made her a very capable candidate for special forces. Weaknesses: While skilled in cyberwarfare its possible if caught off guard or captured her cybernetics can be reprogrammed. Of course, this would take a genius hacker who also is able to avoid the self-destruct placed in her. Also her cybernetics in general takes a lot of energy in the form of powerful fuel cells. What these fuel cells are powered by is unknown but Dazzle only carries up to four on a mission. Each one only lasts an hour at best and when they run out she goes into back up power mode which decreases her capabilities to 10%. Personality: Dazzle’s age is one of her many secrets, but her personality seems to lend some clues to it. She’s surprisingly very caring and open to conversation with almost anyone. Understanding, tolerant and patient are the best ways to describe her personality even if this may change during a fight. Some would consider talking to her like speaking to an old tough veteran who knows how to be gentle and also when to crack the whip. It’s hard to see that type of wisdom in someone who looks like they’re 20 something. Around 5’10 and weighs 280Ibs (cybernetics and fuel cells add to her body weight) she appears to be a young Caucasian female in her 20s. Her cybernetics In her limbs adds to her bulk. Biggest Claim to Fame: One of the few unclassified missions involves how she prevented a rebellion in Venezuela. The South American nation was under threat by a dangerous terrorist known as “Clank”. He was a genius in his field of robotics and was able to develop the technology to create advanced autonomous robots. These however were equipped with enough weapons and armor to take on tanks. Her team’s mission originally was to recon his base and retrieve some of these machines. Daz knew what was going to happen and figured she would allow her team to complete the mission. She would on the other hand “accidentally” get discovered by a patrolling robot and then “accidentally” level the warehouse Clank was using as a base. In the process of these “accidents” she mentioned engaging several dozen of these machines and noting that this army was nearing completion. Clank was captured and the mission was considered a success despite the many hiccups. How Long Have You Been in Prison ?: 0 yrs Brief History: Most of Dazzle’s history is classified and or she simply refuses to speak about it. What’s known is that she was born in the United States with two parents somewhere in the Midwest. Went to college and joined the military early in her life. With the experience she has Dazzle was likely a combat ready soldier in a time when the military didn’t allow women in direct combat roles which calls into question why she was one of the few exceptions. Now, Daz is acting as a sort of babysitter for a squad of dangerous superhuman criminals. Notes: Often read works from the Latina writer Gloria Anzaldua.
3,818	86	3	905	2,473	Nanites, so that's what had been in the food. Cecil knew it wasn't an altruistic gesture, but he had assumed a chemical agent. This was a different beast. How long would it take to disable them? Two hours, if he had his own lab and was undisturbed. Not an option, apparently. What about stealthily, on the go, with limited tools? Far from ideal. Probability of success was low. Okay, what is known? It might be better to ask what can be reasonably surmised, but that's a dangerous game when detonation is the price for failure. His mind continued to work as the guards relieved him of his cuffs and opened the storage bin that contained the items he was last arrested with. They are definitely able to receive signals. It is highly likely that they give off some kind of signal as well, to track the squad. They are likely homogeneous, and able to operate on their own(otherwise they would need a central controller, and there's no way to guarantee that the victim eats that part. They need to be able to function no matter what proportion that victim actually consumed). The safest route is to first. . . "Jesus Christ!" Cecil's train of thought broke off as he flinched away from the horrible monster that erupted from the hot babe who had been standing next to him a moment before. He regained his composure, and tried to play off his loss of cool by going through his possessions. In a cavalier display of immodesty, Cecil stripped out of his prison orange and into the clothes he had been arrested in. Laid out neatly under them in the storage bin was a smart phone, and a sleek little tool of his own design. It was a multitool that could unfold into configurations that could fit most common forms of screws, nuts and the like. It also had snips and a small electric torch that could range from soldering to cutting and welding, depending on how much batter life was left. Perhaps, he told himself finally, he should put some thought toward the mission, in case he was not able to escape.	Name: Cecil Monroe Alias: None, though his squadmates may adopt one. Age: 25 Powers and Skills: Super Genius(specializing in physics and mechanical engineering) Weaknesses: Normal human. Though he's a brilliant inventor and can build improvised high tech from everyday appliances, he's not a genius in many other areas. He's not a great strategist, for one glaring example, and is often caught because he failed to cover his bases in planning. Personality: Excitable and talkative, most people don't expect the “evil genius” to be as easy to get along with as he is. He might have done well in academia or engineering, but he is nihilistic and impulsive, and has been using his genius for grand attempts at personal gain since he was barely a teenager. One thing that can be said for him is that none of his schemes has(intentionally) threatened human life. He is surprisingly compassionate and socially conscious, and has gone to court against the state for the rights of his fellow inmates on more than one occasion. Appearance: A thin framed young man, of thick and wavy dark hair and black eyes. He has a tired look about his eyes, and is usually artfully disheveled. He dresses fashionably, be it name brand street clothes, or a two thousand dollar top coat. Biggest Claim to Fame: Held a military satellite hostage from his mother’s basement at thirteen years old. How Long Have You Been in Prison: On and off for twelve years. His current uninterrupted stint has been two years. Brief History: Cecil first came to the world’s attention in what would become his accustomed grand style at the age of thirteen, calling himself a “boy genius.” He launched a rocket from his backyard that intercepted and attached itself to a military satellite. Once attached, Cecil contacted the pentagon and threatened to detonate it if he wasn't paid. They traced his call and arrested him. He likely would have been tried as an adult for treason or terrorism, but DARPA saw value in someone who could assault an orbiting installation with a rocket made of garbage and tried to employ him. Cecil went along with this, until he managed to slip his handlers and make off with two hundred thousand in embezzled funds. The FBI caught up with him six months later, but the money was never recovered. He was never given a second chance, and yet has spent more than half of the time since his second arrest a free man. He simply keeps escaping. The list of privileges he is allowed in prison has dwindled until the only things he can have in his solitary holding cell are books, which he had to sue the state to allow.
3,819	86	4	1,270	2,337	Greg opened his case and took out his 'texan tuxedo' as well as the holster for his guns. He preferred the under-arm style over the hip-holster ever since someone took his in a fight, now he preferred to play it 'close to the vest'. the pistols were filled to the brim with bullets, one had bouncing bullets for non-lethals, the other had Rip-rounds to put something down. He fell into the balance of the guns with some rodeo pistol-twirling to build up his confidence, he set himself up just as the she-beast let her hair down. He'd faced a yellow lantern before, the radiant aura pulled on him the way she was now, like those 'demented' things from the 'hairy pottery' books. She was doing the same thing and he had plenty to be scared of. Swallowing hard, he holstered his tools and looked back to waller. "Thats there is some nightmare fuel, no offense ma'am...What is the mission? Rescuing the professor and the kid OR taking down the monster seem like Justice League work... What is the REAL mission?"	Name: Johnathan Johansen Alias: Johnny Ashton, John Brewster, Johnny Cash, John Denver, John Ellis, John Fogerty, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Hiland, Ect. Age: 24 Powers and Skills: Powers Magic guitar: The basis of his powers. Transformation: when he takes up his guitar, he turns into a 4 armed humanoid, this is in part a reflection of his inherent chimera syndrome from absorbing his twin in the womb. Audio mimicry: with his guitar, he is capable of mimicking any sound, from gunfire to human voices and modifying them accordingly. Sonic immunity: when transformed, he is incapable of being harmed by shock-waves or sound-based attacks. Sound attacks: the twin necks of his guitar act like a tuning fork, allowing him to make powerful sonic blasts. Some are more broad stroked like causing white noise to interrupt all sound in his area and effectively cause deafness, others focused to a single point like an acoustic phaser to deal concussive damage. The longer he has to 'solo' to build up the energy, the more powerful the blast when he releases the energy. Remote performance: even without the guitar in his hands, he can still use his connection to the instrument to play it remotely. In this case, he is limited to his skill as a guitarist, but he can indeed make it mimic human voice as many guitarists do. More of novelty but still noteworthy. Skills Maestro guitarist; He earned his skill through blood sweat and tears even over his condition. Even with his disability, he is capable of performing 'flight of the bumblebee' at 4000 beats per second. Driving: Before his transformation, he was a garbageman and as such has his heavy machinery license for semi-trucks and its like. Weaknesses: Magic guitar: Without his instrument, he reverts back to a deformed human with monoplegia cerebral palsy. Merely taking it away doesn't sever his connection, but breaking it or immersing it in holy water, sealing it away in a lead box, tossed into an alternate or pocket dimension. These sort of things sever his connection until the pieces are put back together, removed from the water, or released from its confines. Personality: He's a rock-star! High energy but broody manic-depressive, When he is up, you have to keep up, but when he is down, you need to drag him from one place to the next. Appearance: Biggest Claims to Fame: 1) world record-tie for fastest guitar. 2) GLOBAL nuisance by being part of a group that hacked all satellites in the world for 10 seconds while he blasted a riff that blew out 1% of all the speakers on the planet. How Long Have You Been in Prison: Long enough to record 2 albums in confinement "Live from Blackgate" and "Alien Arkham Asylum". Brief History: Not much to say that wasn't in the press already. A disabled youth who picked at his guitar and collected disability until he was 21 and got a job as a garbageman after that. He spent all his time playing even on the job with a broken piece of junk just to practice his motions. One day he entered a contest and won, the prize was a record deal, with a devil. The entity in question had gathered several skilled individuals and gifted them with powers or abilities then sat back and watched the mayhem they unleashed as a supervillain band of musicians. They, of course, were caught and many tried to break their deals with hellacious results. Johnny is the only one who has sat back and rode his crazy-train all the way to the station. Notes:
3,820	86	5	2,002	2,688	King Shark stood beside cyborg woman with his arms hanging limply by his sides as he hunched forward somewhat. He wanted to give off the impression that, at the moment, he was the brute he appeared to be. While king Shark knew that he wasn't exactly a genius, he was at least intelligent enough to realize this and use this to his advantage. He often put up facade of being just as dumb as he looked but in truth he had more hidden away in his mind than most would think. Although a lot of his knowledge was on Spongebob and various eras of literature. The King inspected the group through his peripherals so as though to keep up the illusion that he wasn't analyzing each and everyone of them. A lot of these highwaymen seemed as if they'd be easy enough to take down but if Spongebob taught him anything its that looks can be very deceiving. King Shark turned his head to the gunslinger as he suited up with his holsters not unlike the ones worn by some of The King's guards. He wasn't sure if they were single-fire or possibly rapid-fire but it was good to know that they were there. Suddenly the once unbecoming blonde was replaced by a devilishly, supernatural looking woman. There was a moment of shock garnered from King Shark but this was followed by more immediate intrigue as her appearance reminded him of a few descriptions of otherworldly beasts from one of his books whom the title of escaped him at the moment. To the perceptive it would be clear that The King was deep in thought now trying to recall which book contained a description alike to the raven haired girl in front of him.	Name: MS-204 Alias: King Shark, The King of Sharks, The King Age: Human/25 Shark/67 Powers and Skills: Human-Shark Physiology- King Shark has many of the advantages of both humans and sharks. He has a great deal of strength, easily more than the strongest human on the planet but not nearly superman or wonder woman levels. He can lift around 2 tons with a great amount of effort but can be pushed to hit harder or lift heavier objects if sent into a frenzy. He has a great amount of stamina to complement his massive amounts of strength and also has some more natively fish like attributes such as rows of ravenous teeth, gills and the iconic dorsal fin. King can survive out of water for very long periods of time (up to a week) but has to have water in his gills at some point before that time to ensure he doesn’t ‘drown’. A unique bit of his physiology is his claws which are extremely sharp. He also has an amazing intellect (for his species) placing him on par with an average twenty year old human. . . generally speaking. Swimming- MS-204 retains his shark like ability to cut through water with grace an power. He is extremely skilled at long distance swimming using a mix of his natural endowments and human swimming practices. Weaknesses: Frenzy- If there’s a lot of blood getting sprayed around, the more bestial part of The King’s mind will take over and send him into a blind flurry of aggression while further enhancing his already powerhouse of a body but also making it harder to discern friend from foe. It takes either a lot of effort or for everyone around him to be dead, to calm down King Shark. Eye-Sight- Although its a myth that Sharks have bad eyesight, King Shark actually does to to complication from his transformation. He can see up to ten meters away before things get drastically blurry. Personality: The King fits the bill of gentle giant in ever regard except for the gentle part. While he normally has a pretty calm demeanour outside of combat but when it comes to fighting people can see the true ruthlessness of a shark with legs. When not fighting, King Shark’s favourite pass times are swimming, reading or watching spongebob. He is always eager to correct people when they say he’s a mutant human. Biggest Claim to Fame: How Long Have You Been in Prison: He’s been in captivity for a majority of his life. Brief History: King Shark was born as Marine Subject 204 in Hawaiian based government funded think tank. The goal of the think tank was to find an easier way of transferring genetic traits of one species to another. Most of the experiments ended horrifically but a few subjects managed to survive the splicing process and gained various human like attributes from the process. Eventually the whole project was shut down due to a clear lack of steady progress but most go the successful subjects were seized by the government to be used in other fields. MS-204 was one of those successful projects. Though King Shark’s mutation process wasn’t perfect, it was a lot better than many of his peers’ transformations. After being repossessed by the government MS-204 (nicknamed King Shark by his previous carers) King Shark was raised* to be a loyal soldier for the government’s use at a future time. Recently he’s been drafted onto Task Force X by Amanda Waller herself. Notes:
3,821	86	6	729	2,152	So many facades, so many false pretenses among us mad few. Deceit and lies alike swirl like eddies. masked actors one and all... Isaac Vaughn had eaten the food at great prompting from his handlers, mostly to ensure that he was as rigged with explosives as each of the others. They were not unkind to the man, standing out from the other guards as being clearly members of the United Kingom's SIS, having taken personal custody of Isaac and brought him over to repay a debt owed to Waller, and the US by extension, and the Brits were always eager to not be indebted, at least on the down low on cases such as these. So the former SAS Captain was unsurprised at being turned over to Waller, under no obligation to receive the benefits offered by the Task Force's offer. However, it was better than rotting away in a cell, and he might even have a chance at a preventing another mad awakening by the forces of the in between. The power restraining collar and cuffs fell away, and Isaac stretched, groaning a bit at finally being out of a straight jacket. Lady Nightmare's awakening into her true form elicited a great deal of fear and shock, no doubt, but perhaps the most peculiar response was a giggle that erupted into a grand, almost painful laughing fit. Isaac was nearly doubled over at the display, tears running down his face from the sheer exertion the laughter was exerting on him. The response from the Terminator rip off hardly got much response from Isaac as he glanced up at her, grinning madly, eyes fixed on hers for a scant few seconds too long, unblinking and staring deeply into her soul, or how it might feel. The grin faded when the question was posed as to why not send in some better known Metahumans, such as the JL, and his grin vanished, somber in face as he turned to look Waller dead in the eye, twenty years black op experience speaking instead of the maddened Isaac that usually resided. "Expendable, deniable assets. If the Crown, god bless them, wanted a contingency should the 'Heroes' of the world go rogue, than why not the colonials? Why bring them in on a possible case, and I cannot say it is such a thing, when they can send in people with no vested interest, and no one would readily believe. And, if something should go wrong, well, what's a couple dead criminals and madmen?" The comment on nightmare fuel by the cowboy brought a mad snort from Isaac, or Lovecraft as the files referred to him as, and he turned to give Lady Nightmare an offhand glance, genuinely unimpressed by what was in front of him. His last offhand comment as he went about retreiving his attire, the only weapon being an old Webley Service Revolver, which he ensured was ready for action since it was the only piece of his equipment to survive incarceration it seemed, was unlikely to help much at all. "A drop of truth among the invited to a midnight brunch in the garden of good and evil. At least she wears herself plainly and truly, almost as close to her parallel self as our newfound superior. Something I have yet to decide is either a relief, or disturbing..."	Name: Isaac Vaughn Alias: Lovecraft Age: 44 Powers and Skills: His mind has warped from exposure to the, best forgetten, places between dimensions, causing him to snap and become a shell of the man he used to be. His mind wavers between this reality and the "truth of things", seeing what people and his surroundings are when plunged into the madness of the inbetween, and allows him to channel the cold void between spaces when in this mindset. Isaac retains his SAS combat training, both in melee and at range with various weapons, making him dangerous even when his mind is stable. When unstable, his skill with weapons varies chaotically, although often times they are unnecessary due to manifesting things that should not be from between planes, commonly shielding himself and lashing out with tendrils of frigid, nearing absolute zero, darkness for a lack of better terms. Weaknesses: Despite his training and powers, he is still just a man beyond that compared to metahumans and superhumans in general. Subject has a warped sense of reality, slipping into a state of mind that could be best described as sheer madness, claiming to see everything around him for what it really is, making him dangerous to be around to allies as well as enemies. Even when stable, he shows a lack of teamwork that once defined his life, perhaps a side effect of his condition, and often times shows fatalistic pessimism, and a general devil may care attitude about how life turns out, convinced that his own well being is irrelevant compared to the happenings of the cosmos and in between them, showing a lack of concern for his life. Personality: Isaac is a quiet man when he retains control of his faculties, preferring to speak little and act greatly rather than speak boldly and not act. This comes from his military time, and even before then, as he always had an introverted streak that would make him an odd leader, preferring to let a team speak and hear them all out before offering a comment or disagreement that often was pinpointed on how it would unravel an entire plan or idea. Polite and amiable beyond his quiet tendency, one would be forgiven as to wonder why Isaac would be kept by himself, in a room reinforced with several inches of steel and often provided food only when he could prove his sanity long enough for someone to slip a tray in past the door. His alter ego is a jarring shift that might as well not be related to Isaac at all. When his mind warps, Isaac becomes something completely different. Laughing and crying in equal measures, he throws himself into situations with wild abandon, often speaking things that are utter madness to others that might not, and usually do not, make any sort of sense what so ever. His interpersonal interactions while warped are nonsensical, often times lashing out verbally or physically at anyone who dares engage him during his mind breaks. This mindset often bleeds over into his normal self, often times twitching or making comments that are out of place, such as on how people appear outside themselves or otherwise things that only make sense to someone who has seen things that should have completely blasted his mind out of his head. Appearance: Isaac stands at about 5'10" tall, with a fairly thin build that, other than muscle that he retains, is remarkably thin and almost, to the untrained eye, malnourished at the best of times. Biggest Claim(s) to Fame: Was tasked with leading a British black op investigating superhuman activities involving Stonehedge. Isaac would chase the cult of superhumans across the globe, from London to Cairo to Tokyo even, storming hideouts and fighting raving madmen powered by their own abilities and something else, usually manifesting in corruption that caused men to go mad when coming into contact and often, for their own good, being put down. Isaac was haunted by having to put his own men down during his pursuit of this cult, as he chased them closer and closer to Stonehenge, expecting their leader and some lunacy of a ritual, at worst, and vengeance for those who had fallen during the pursuit. Isaac could only wish that the reality was that innocent. Isaac would find Stonehenge quarantined off by the British Royal Army, surrounded by a creeping, unnatural corruption that was barely contained by the Royal Army, and was spreading. Isaac and his men donned full CBRN attire, which seemed to work against the black, tarry substance as the squad advanced into the infested area. Isaac refuses to discuss what transpired at the core of Stonehenge, but he lost his entire team and was corrupted by whatever the cult was attempting to summon. Isaac had reached the center circle of Stonehenge, apprehending their leader before he could finish the rights, but the man killed himself and tried to use his life force to finish the ritual. Isaac would be incarcerated after an outbreak, several months after the events at Stonehenge that were covered up by the British government, the incident ending up slaughtering a platoon of Royal Marines prior to being subdued. He was tossed into a maximum security facility, remaining in solitary confinement with nothing but his thoughts, and other beings thoughts, for four years after the event, where he continues to remain alone and isolated. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 4 Years of Solitary Confinement Notes: Prefers not to sleep if he can help it, haunted by nightmares of things in between realities at the best if times.
3,822	86	7	1,791	426	Well actually my food was a bit cold and wet, so I didn't really like it too much. Maybe next time I can cook my own? At first he thought Waller was kidding but as many of the others were getting unchained and gearing up he knew this was not a joke. The one blonde girl had transformed into some demon or whatever. It seemed to strike fear into others, but to Ed it seemed like this look suited her more. A crate was marked with his name on and oh boy did he know what was inside. "It's the little things that matter. Wherever its being rich one night and gamble it all away and go to jail, or being told you can come out of jail to shoot things and earn time off. With that said Ed proceeded to open the crate and dig around in it. He managed to find his favorite coat which he proudly put on in a heartbeat. Digging around some more he found his pistol and holster, and then he found two hand grenades. There was more but Ed felt he only needed the one gun and two grenades for this job. Besides where they're going sounds like they'll be more guns to pick up. He saw another gunslinger who was doing some fancy revolver tricks. "Hope you actually know how to use those because I don't think some fancy spins will do much in a fight."	Name: Ed Rosario Alias: Ed Age: 22 Powers and Skills:Ed has nothing special about him... Well except that he's... A crack shot with almost any gun you put in his hands. Meaning he is an all around marksman and plans to hit his shot if the conditions are ideal of course. Knows the basics of most common and uncommon fighting styles ranging from the simple stuff kids ask their parents to sign them up for to the almost dead style of Okichitaw. Plus he can make explosives which may or may not self destruct within a couple seconds of completion. Weaknesses: He's only human man. He also tends to get hot headed and reckless when his past is brought up in anyway. Personality: Ed mostly looks out for himself, so sometimes it works out for everyone and other times it doesn't. Other than that some find Ed to be quite funny at times, and he is also really adaptable to the type of situation given which can be useful on missions. While Ed does look out for himself he also can be found as a team player at times. Appearance: Ed stands at 6'2" with a fairly slim build allowing him to move around quickly, and all the while packing a little muscle to give his punches a little more power. Biggest Claim to Fame: Robbed five different central banks in the US, two in Canada, and blew all the money in Vegas in less than a night. How Long Have You Been in Prison: Two years, no parole, no visitors, and no fun. Brief History: Ed was a pretty average guy who was better than average with weapons, and made a living out of it. He started fairly small you know stealing and redistributing stolen goods from gangs to their rivals. Then he stepped up with a few armed robberies here and there, two assassination attempts one successful and one not, and finally his big score. His big score which was his series of successful armed robberies on central banks in both USA and Canada. He amassed a fortune out of it, but he wasn't alone for this and had a bunch of hired men to work with him. They all got shares and went separate ways, and Ed took his fortune to Las Vegas, Nevada where he spent it all in one night. In the morning he was found in a top floor penthouse room surrounded by S.W.A.T team members. Turns one of his men was a rat and told the police where everyone who was involved was. Ed then got jailed, but what they can't figure out is who he was before he started his life of crime. Notes: Ed can turn almost anything into a weapon with his hands.
3,823	86	8	2,031	6,401	My how dull When do we get to the screaming and terror? Lady asked like a petulant child smelling cookies. Then with a soft pouting smile turned to inspect the Male standing there (Cecil) and inhales deeply then sighs in a soft sleepy voice You are delightfully sweet I shall enjoy you for some time to come Her dark eyes are back lit a soft blue that seems to shine without illuminating the face inside the cowl . Lady so wanted to touch Cecil, she wanted to feel his heart race and taste the delicious spike of emotional drug as she startled and frightened him. She wanted to touch his face, to lean against him because they'd starved her in Arkham; she needed physical contact and because of what she is they gave her no one to touch knowing it would empower her. Goddess she wanted to touch him and to tease his excitement then perhaps frighten him a bit more. Those were the thoughts running through Lady"s head as she fought not to lean into Cecil and invaded his personal space without touching.	Quote: "Would you Die for Me?" Theme Song: Adrenalize - In This Moment Name : Sara Silversmith Alias: LADY NIGHTMARE Age: 24 Powers and Skills: SENSE FEAR Capabilities Using this ability she can sense and even define the fears of her targets. (The flaw of this ability is that when she encounters a person driven by fear or shows a lack of it she must be near them and study them) FEAR INDUCEMENT Capabilities She can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing her target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. Her victim’s perceptions are altered, causing them see their environment as ominous and her as dark and foreboding, or even be seen as a monster prepared to consume them. FEARFUL SCREAM Capabilities She has the ability to scream a very loud echo that causes fear in others and has shattered glass windows around her. (A sub power of Fear Inducement.) FEAR AGUMENTATION Capabilities Nightmare is able to augment the fears of others. She can make an aerophobe so afraid of flying that they never set foot on a plane/airport or even die of fright when the plane flies. Any fear can be amplified to the point of the victim dying of fright, usually a heart-attack. (She can sense the targets fears or phobias) FEAR EMPOWERMENT Capabilities She consumes Fear, through fear of oneself and others, unlocking her powers true abilities. She is able draw sustenance from fear even slowing or stop her aging process. Also her physical needs are greatly reduced or completely removed. These needs include sleep/rest, food, drink, bodily evacuations, shelter from environmental effects and their lack (heat/cold, dryness/wetness). NIGHTMARE MANIPULATION Capabilities She can enter and manipulate the nightmares of others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. The overwhelming shock, fear, anxiety and terror can prove too suffocating for the victim in which their hearts might explode or brains might die. (Victim must be sleeping) LIMITED SHAPESHIFTING Capabilities Nightmare may shift between two distinct forms called Trisha an Nightmare DARK ILLUSION Capabilities Lady can create, shape and manipulate shadows and darkness to create illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Also she can alter the way she is perceived even seeming to vanish. (She must have shadows to work with and her detail improves by how dark the chosen area is.) ENHANCED EYESIGHT (low light, UV, IR) Weaknesses: Bright light such as Sunlight or a spotlight beamed directly on her which banishes her fear power Personality: Sara is a complicated woman who has had her previous personality overwhelmed by her addiction to fear. Once an empathic young woman who saw herself as a champion of the truth she was transformed after her kidnapping into a predator. As a result of her exposure and survival Sara became a creature who feeds on the fears of others and has little regard for her victims viewing them with the same sympathy as a cat does a mouse. It is only her tenuous grasp on her former self that makes her choose as her prey the criminal element and were she to simply scare them might be more acceptable than her frightening them to death. Biggest Claim to Fame: Powers rival that of Scarecrow, and Batman commented that she punches harder than Crane as well How Long Have You Been in Prison: 7 months in Arkham Brief History: Sara was once a respected journalist who's lack of fear and ability to get her story made her the most watched News woman in the City. Some would think her troubles all began when she was kidnapped by a dark unknown figure then humiliated, tortured and held prisoner for several days but they would be wrong. Sara had been a fear junkie since she was a little girl performing stunts that awed her friends and terrorized her parents . It was her need to experience fear that led her to enter the world of investigative reporting and that same need that made her the best. It during her ordeal that something that had lay dormant her entire life awakened and on that day she became Nightmare a creature of fear. Notes: Skills: Journalism, Research (historical), Interview, Subterfuge, Surveillance, Sense Motive and Helicopter pilot
3,824	86	9	905	2,473	Cecil eyed Lady Nightmare. Was that sexual? Probably not. It was creepy, and it was disconcerting. He would have to find out what her deal was. She was some kind of meta, or maybe something mystical. To distract himself(as he stepped casually around his storage bin to get a little bit further away from her) he powered his phone up and started making a few taps on it. "So, hey." he addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened." He had a few guesses, but he wouldn't say anything with how little knowledge he had confirmed. "If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone," he held it up to offer it for any of the guards to take.	Name: Cecil Monroe Alias: None, though his squadmates may adopt one. Age: 25 Powers and Skills: Super Genius(specializing in physics and mechanical engineering) Weaknesses: Normal human. Though he's a brilliant inventor and can build improvised high tech from everyday appliances, he's not a genius in many other areas. He's not a great strategist, for one glaring example, and is often caught because he failed to cover his bases in planning. Personality: Excitable and talkative, most people don't expect the “evil genius” to be as easy to get along with as he is. He might have done well in academia or engineering, but he is nihilistic and impulsive, and has been using his genius for grand attempts at personal gain since he was barely a teenager. One thing that can be said for him is that none of his schemes has(intentionally) threatened human life. He is surprisingly compassionate and socially conscious, and has gone to court against the state for the rights of his fellow inmates on more than one occasion. Appearance: A thin framed young man, of thick and wavy dark hair and black eyes. He has a tired look about his eyes, and is usually artfully disheveled. He dresses fashionably, be it name brand street clothes, or a two thousand dollar top coat. Biggest Claim to Fame: Held a military satellite hostage from his mother’s basement at thirteen years old. How Long Have You Been in Prison: On and off for twelve years. His current uninterrupted stint has been two years. Brief History: Cecil first came to the world’s attention in what would become his accustomed grand style at the age of thirteen, calling himself a “boy genius.” He launched a rocket from his backyard that intercepted and attached itself to a military satellite. Once attached, Cecil contacted the pentagon and threatened to detonate it if he wasn't paid. They traced his call and arrested him. He likely would have been tried as an adult for treason or terrorism, but DARPA saw value in someone who could assault an orbiting installation with a rocket made of garbage and tried to employ him. Cecil went along with this, until he managed to slip his handlers and make off with two hundred thousand in embezzled funds. The FBI caught up with him six months later, but the money was never recovered. He was never given a second chance, and yet has spent more than half of the time since his second arrest a free man. He simply keeps escaping. The list of privileges he is allowed in prison has dwindled until the only things he can have in his solitary holding cell are books, which he had to sue the state to allow.
3,825	86	10	1,537	4,313	Ed and the Vigilante were eyeballing each other across the room after Ed made a remark about the bandanna wearing hero's old school cowboy gun spins. Lady Nightmare was stalking Cecil like a cat does a mouse, almost like she caught a buzz from the atmosphere. Only Daz and the Shark REALLY knew what the plan was. Rescuing the Prof. and his son were priority, even if it meant sacrificing an inmate or another scientist to make it happen. Daz and Waller both had devices capable of making the nanites in the criminal members of Task Force X explode. They had a few human sized hand grenades, if they needed them. Waller figured she'd go ahead and enlighten the Vigilante, who'd asked about the mission before being aggravated for his cowboy gun skills. "The mission is simple, cowboy. Daz and Team 1 will move in and get past any security defenses and get the Professor and his son out of the panic room and evacuate them to safety. The rest of you in Team 2 will distract or destroy the creature long enough for Team 1's evacuation..." Waller explained. "But what if we don't kill this thing? Its the size of a Greyhound bus..." the Red Ghost asked now in his hooded red and black attire. "Then my friends in the government will destroy the lab, Mr. Stevens." Waller said with a cold look on her face. "So, hey." Cecil addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back to the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened. If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone..." he held his phone up for any of the guards to take and one of them handed the device to Waller who stepped on the thing and broke it. "You can have your tools, Cecil. Information is need to know, and I'm not dumb enough to give you back YOUR phone for the mission..." Waller continued on. "Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE." Waller instructed as even the silent pink alien girl stood more at attention. Hours later, El Paso Texas... The team got off of a helicopter type vehicle but it looked more like a tank. Agents of ARGUS were sanctioning the area off, and there was absolutely no media covering this strange occurrence. The teams went in their own separate ways, with Team 2 going into the main part of KORD Industries' lab loud and ready to kick some ass. Very few scientists were left still hiding for their lives. Team 1 went down several hallways before coming to a stairwell. The moved down before a large blue humanoid robot came into view. Probably part of Kord's defenses. It would need to be taken down. ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,826	86	11	2,031	6,401	Lady Listened to everything said in the room an came to the conclusion that she didn't like the Female in charge; this Agent Waller. It was the air of insufferable superiority that the woman exuded and this was a condition which she couldn't tolerate; she could accept someone as an equal till they showed weakness but never a superior. Then she heard the woman speaking to the two lackies one a Cybernetic Mowhawk and the other an Aberration of genetics either that or an act of indescrition between a skindiver and a shark. Then she presumed to commad her and the others saying "Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE" Obviously this woman needed to be taught a lesson but tacticlly at the present time Lady understood the need to bide her time unlike those driven by Ego. So she drifted away from the cute tasty one and appeared as docile as she was able to as she enjoyed the thoughts of Agent Waller's screams of terror. El Paso Texas Goddess how Useless said the Dark Lady as she found herself operating far outside of her normal MO. She was a stealth fighter not some iggnorant Thug that used no sublty in their attack. Then to compound her trouble the foes she was to face were Robots; Fricken Robots. Just lovely she said as she proceeded in after the meat puppets knowing that she'd have to use them as shields an hope that some life forms to draw from would present themselves	Quote: "Would you Die for Me?" Theme Song: Adrenalize - In This Moment Name : Sara Silversmith Alias: LADY NIGHTMARE Age: 24 Powers and Skills: SENSE FEAR Capabilities Using this ability she can sense and even define the fears of her targets. (The flaw of this ability is that when she encounters a person driven by fear or shows a lack of it she must be near them and study them) FEAR INDUCEMENT Capabilities She can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing her target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. Her victim’s perceptions are altered, causing them see their environment as ominous and her as dark and foreboding, or even be seen as a monster prepared to consume them. FEARFUL SCREAM Capabilities She has the ability to scream a very loud echo that causes fear in others and has shattered glass windows around her. (A sub power of Fear Inducement.) FEAR AGUMENTATION Capabilities Nightmare is able to augment the fears of others. She can make an aerophobe so afraid of flying that they never set foot on a plane/airport or even die of fright when the plane flies. Any fear can be amplified to the point of the victim dying of fright, usually a heart-attack. (She can sense the targets fears or phobias) FEAR EMPOWERMENT Capabilities She consumes Fear, through fear of oneself and others, unlocking her powers true abilities. She is able draw sustenance from fear even slowing or stop her aging process. Also her physical needs are greatly reduced or completely removed. These needs include sleep/rest, food, drink, bodily evacuations, shelter from environmental effects and their lack (heat/cold, dryness/wetness). NIGHTMARE MANIPULATION Capabilities She can enter and manipulate the nightmares of others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. The overwhelming shock, fear, anxiety and terror can prove too suffocating for the victim in which their hearts might explode or brains might die. (Victim must be sleeping) LIMITED SHAPESHIFTING Capabilities Nightmare may shift between two distinct forms called Trisha an Nightmare DARK ILLUSION Capabilities Lady can create, shape and manipulate shadows and darkness to create illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Also she can alter the way she is perceived even seeming to vanish. (She must have shadows to work with and her detail improves by how dark the chosen area is.) ENHANCED EYESIGHT (low light, UV, IR) Weaknesses: Bright light such as Sunlight or a spotlight beamed directly on her which banishes her fear power Personality: Sara is a complicated woman who has had her previous personality overwhelmed by her addiction to fear. Once an empathic young woman who saw herself as a champion of the truth she was transformed after her kidnapping into a predator. As a result of her exposure and survival Sara became a creature who feeds on the fears of others and has little regard for her victims viewing them with the same sympathy as a cat does a mouse. It is only her tenuous grasp on her former self that makes her choose as her prey the criminal element and were she to simply scare them might be more acceptable than her frightening them to death. Biggest Claim to Fame: Powers rival that of Scarecrow, and Batman commented that she punches harder than Crane as well How Long Have You Been in Prison: 7 months in Arkham Brief History: Sara was once a respected journalist who's lack of fear and ability to get her story made her the most watched News woman in the City. Some would think her troubles all began when she was kidnapped by a dark unknown figure then humiliated, tortured and held prisoner for several days but they would be wrong. Sara had been a fear junkie since she was a little girl performing stunts that awed her friends and terrorized her parents . It was her need to experience fear that led her to enter the world of investigative reporting and that same need that made her the best. It during her ordeal that something that had lay dormant her entire life awakened and on that day she became Nightmare a creature of fear. Notes: Skills: Journalism, Research (historical), Interview, Subterfuge, Surveillance, Sense Motive and Helicopter pilot
3,827	86	12	1,016	698	Dazzle didn’t mind the team she was assigned. In fact, for this mission she preferred them considering the alternatives. Mr. Lovecraft had useful abilities and skills, but he wasn’t sure how stable he was. The only issue here was that they had no real military training, but this was a flaw almost the entire group had. When they were on the helicopter she addressed them. “Ok now the boss isn’t giving us the evil eye so let’s talk if you want. As was said before I’m Dazzle but call me Daz. When we get there make sure you check your fire and watch for civilians. Follow orders and try not to die then you’ll be okay.” Daz knew the ‘staying alive’ part might be difficult considering they were walking bombs, but she would hope one of them wouldn’t make a break for it. The only person she would need to watch is Cecil. It was nigh impossible to actually hack her and still live, but he was known for close to impossible cyber warfare capabilities. When they landed the team grouped up. Dazzle unslung her rifle loaded with armor piercing rounds mostly for the robots they would encounter. They walked down the stairs and found a large Blue Humanoid Robot. Dazzle didn’t have time to wonder how it survived the earlier rampage before it Identified them shouting. “Intruder please leave the premises!” It walked over in a quick stride an reached out to grab Dazzle. She slapped it away with enough force to dent it then put a burst of rounds into its face. She kept firing at the machine, but it jumped backwards with surprising agility. Its head twitched before a laser cannon came from its shoulder. “Intruder is armed lethal force authorized.” “Everybody take cover!”	Name: N/A Alias: Dazzle/Daz Age: N/A (no older than 60) Powers and Skills: Cybernetics- Dazzle is one of very few military cyborgs the US military has. In the case of Daz, most of her body including her face has been replaced by cybernetics and implants. This mostly consists of artificial limbs, organs and even skin. The cybernetics are a general improvement over any human's natural capabilities. Her muscles mostly consist of carbon nanotubes that give her the strength to punch through reinforced steel, and lift a two-ton car over her head with some strain. Dazzle's running speed is over 80 kph and she can sustain that sprint for several minutes. Reflexes are enhanced enough to make her an issue against most experienced close quarters combatants, but it’s not so much that she's dodging bullets. Her eyes are artificial and allows her not only to identify someone two miles away, but also has night and thermal vision capability. Military Training- Dazzle’s training seems to be the basics most US army soldiers go through, but its still unknown which branch she served. Her training involved basic firearms, hand to hand combat, survival skills, unit cohesion, demolitions experience, cyber warfare and officer training. This has all been enhanced by experience in various battles. As a result, pre cybernetic upgrade Dazzle was already a highly skilled marksman, relentless hth fighter, veteran officer and (as she would put it) all around badass soldier. Most of her activities as a soldier made her a very capable candidate for special forces. Weaknesses: While skilled in cyberwarfare its possible if caught off guard or captured her cybernetics can be reprogrammed. Of course, this would take a genius hacker who also is able to avoid the self-destruct placed in her. Also her cybernetics in general takes a lot of energy in the form of powerful fuel cells. What these fuel cells are powered by is unknown but Dazzle only carries up to four on a mission. Each one only lasts an hour at best and when they run out she goes into back up power mode which decreases her capabilities to 10%. Personality: Dazzle’s age is one of her many secrets, but her personality seems to lend some clues to it. She’s surprisingly very caring and open to conversation with almost anyone. Understanding, tolerant and patient are the best ways to describe her personality even if this may change during a fight. Some would consider talking to her like speaking to an old tough veteran who knows how to be gentle and also when to crack the whip. It’s hard to see that type of wisdom in someone who looks like they’re 20 something. Around 5’10 and weighs 280Ibs (cybernetics and fuel cells add to her body weight) she appears to be a young Caucasian female in her 20s. Her cybernetics In her limbs adds to her bulk. Biggest Claim to Fame: One of the few unclassified missions involves how she prevented a rebellion in Venezuela. The South American nation was under threat by a dangerous terrorist known as “Clank”. He was a genius in his field of robotics and was able to develop the technology to create advanced autonomous robots. These however were equipped with enough weapons and armor to take on tanks. Her team’s mission originally was to recon his base and retrieve some of these machines. Daz knew what was going to happen and figured she would allow her team to complete the mission. She would on the other hand “accidentally” get discovered by a patrolling robot and then “accidentally” level the warehouse Clank was using as a base. In the process of these “accidents” she mentioned engaging several dozen of these machines and noting that this army was nearing completion. Clank was captured and the mission was considered a success despite the many hiccups. How Long Have You Been in Prison ?: 0 yrs Brief History: Most of Dazzle’s history is classified and or she simply refuses to speak about it. What’s known is that she was born in the United States with two parents somewhere in the Midwest. Went to college and joined the military early in her life. With the experience she has Dazzle was likely a combat ready soldier in a time when the military didn’t allow women in direct combat roles which calls into question why she was one of the few exceptions. Now, Daz is acting as a sort of babysitter for a squad of dangerous superhuman criminals. Notes: Often read works from the Latina writer Gloria Anzaldua.
3,828	86	13	2,002	2,688	-snip-	Name: MS-204 Alias: King Shark, The King of Sharks, The King Age: Human/25 Shark/67 Powers and Skills: Human-Shark Physiology- King Shark has many of the advantages of both humans and sharks. He has a great deal of strength, easily more than the strongest human on the planet but not nearly superman or wonder woman levels. He can lift around 2 tons with a great amount of effort but can be pushed to hit harder or lift heavier objects if sent into a frenzy. He has a great amount of stamina to complement his massive amounts of strength and also has some more natively fish like attributes such as rows of ravenous teeth, gills and the iconic dorsal fin. King can survive out of water for very long periods of time (up to a week) but has to have water in his gills at some point before that time to ensure he doesn’t ‘drown’. A unique bit of his physiology is his claws which are extremely sharp. He also has an amazing intellect (for his species) placing him on par with an average twenty year old human. . . generally speaking. Swimming- MS-204 retains his shark like ability to cut through water with grace an power. He is extremely skilled at long distance swimming using a mix of his natural endowments and human swimming practices. Weaknesses: Frenzy- If there’s a lot of blood getting sprayed around, the more bestial part of The King’s mind will take over and send him into a blind flurry of aggression while further enhancing his already powerhouse of a body but also making it harder to discern friend from foe. It takes either a lot of effort or for everyone around him to be dead, to calm down King Shark. Eye-Sight- Although its a myth that Sharks have bad eyesight, King Shark actually does to to complication from his transformation. He can see up to ten meters away before things get drastically blurry. Personality: The King fits the bill of gentle giant in ever regard except for the gentle part. While he normally has a pretty calm demeanour outside of combat but when it comes to fighting people can see the true ruthlessness of a shark with legs. When not fighting, King Shark’s favourite pass times are swimming, reading or watching spongebob. He is always eager to correct people when they say he’s a mutant human. Biggest Claim to Fame: How Long Have You Been in Prison: He’s been in captivity for a majority of his life. Brief History: King Shark was born as Marine Subject 204 in Hawaiian based government funded think tank. The goal of the think tank was to find an easier way of transferring genetic traits of one species to another. Most of the experiments ended horrifically but a few subjects managed to survive the splicing process and gained various human like attributes from the process. Eventually the whole project was shut down due to a clear lack of steady progress but most go the successful subjects were seized by the government to be used in other fields. MS-204 was one of those successful projects. Though King Shark’s mutation process wasn’t perfect, it was a lot better than many of his peers’ transformations. After being repossessed by the government MS-204 (nicknamed King Shark by his previous carers) King Shark was raised* to be a loyal soldier for the government’s use at a future time. Recently he’s been drafted onto Task Force X by Amanda Waller herself. Notes:
3,829	86	14	729	2,152	Isaac was silent as they boarded the transport to the compound in El Paso, Texas. His group composed of Lady Nightmare, whom had already tipped her hand, and Acid whom he had not readily noticed and continued to not notice. Instead, it seemed, they would be the loud that would let the untrained group rush in and do what they had to do, extract this professor. And that left slaughtering a technological marvel to them. Being relatively in control of his faculties during the flight, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the idea of another mission against insane odds. Or did he actually chuckle, for no apparent reason? Isaac wasn't sure, he never was, but that was hardly a concern. The fact they faced automatons, well, that hardly bothered him either, machines broke as readily as men did in the face of fell winds, casting all the mightiest constructs that would dwarf even man's lauded Tower of Babel into nothing but unseen dust. Upon touching down, Lady Nightmare seemed to lag behind as Lovecraft took the front, casually walking into the main lobby of the compound as the other team went their own way. He had his Webley revolver in hand, and glanced around as they were entering the area. Research facility like this should have had some sort of fail safe, at least as far as Isaac considered. After all, he could not readily consider that no one ever thought that something would go wrong with experimental work. But he digressed mentally, glancing at the Lady Nightmare before making an offhand comment. "Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."	Name: Isaac Vaughn Alias: Lovecraft Age: 44 Powers and Skills: His mind has warped from exposure to the, best forgetten, places between dimensions, causing him to snap and become a shell of the man he used to be. His mind wavers between this reality and the "truth of things", seeing what people and his surroundings are when plunged into the madness of the inbetween, and allows him to channel the cold void between spaces when in this mindset. Isaac retains his SAS combat training, both in melee and at range with various weapons, making him dangerous even when his mind is stable. When unstable, his skill with weapons varies chaotically, although often times they are unnecessary due to manifesting things that should not be from between planes, commonly shielding himself and lashing out with tendrils of frigid, nearing absolute zero, darkness for a lack of better terms. Weaknesses: Despite his training and powers, he is still just a man beyond that compared to metahumans and superhumans in general. Subject has a warped sense of reality, slipping into a state of mind that could be best described as sheer madness, claiming to see everything around him for what it really is, making him dangerous to be around to allies as well as enemies. Even when stable, he shows a lack of teamwork that once defined his life, perhaps a side effect of his condition, and often times shows fatalistic pessimism, and a general devil may care attitude about how life turns out, convinced that his own well being is irrelevant compared to the happenings of the cosmos and in between them, showing a lack of concern for his life. Personality: Isaac is a quiet man when he retains control of his faculties, preferring to speak little and act greatly rather than speak boldly and not act. This comes from his military time, and even before then, as he always had an introverted streak that would make him an odd leader, preferring to let a team speak and hear them all out before offering a comment or disagreement that often was pinpointed on how it would unravel an entire plan or idea. Polite and amiable beyond his quiet tendency, one would be forgiven as to wonder why Isaac would be kept by himself, in a room reinforced with several inches of steel and often provided food only when he could prove his sanity long enough for someone to slip a tray in past the door. His alter ego is a jarring shift that might as well not be related to Isaac at all. When his mind warps, Isaac becomes something completely different. Laughing and crying in equal measures, he throws himself into situations with wild abandon, often speaking things that are utter madness to others that might not, and usually do not, make any sort of sense what so ever. His interpersonal interactions while warped are nonsensical, often times lashing out verbally or physically at anyone who dares engage him during his mind breaks. This mindset often bleeds over into his normal self, often times twitching or making comments that are out of place, such as on how people appear outside themselves or otherwise things that only make sense to someone who has seen things that should have completely blasted his mind out of his head. Appearance: Isaac stands at about 5'10" tall, with a fairly thin build that, other than muscle that he retains, is remarkably thin and almost, to the untrained eye, malnourished at the best of times. Biggest Claim(s) to Fame: Was tasked with leading a British black op investigating superhuman activities involving Stonehedge. Isaac would chase the cult of superhumans across the globe, from London to Cairo to Tokyo even, storming hideouts and fighting raving madmen powered by their own abilities and something else, usually manifesting in corruption that caused men to go mad when coming into contact and often, for their own good, being put down. Isaac was haunted by having to put his own men down during his pursuit of this cult, as he chased them closer and closer to Stonehenge, expecting their leader and some lunacy of a ritual, at worst, and vengeance for those who had fallen during the pursuit. Isaac could only wish that the reality was that innocent. Isaac would find Stonehenge quarantined off by the British Royal Army, surrounded by a creeping, unnatural corruption that was barely contained by the Royal Army, and was spreading. Isaac and his men donned full CBRN attire, which seemed to work against the black, tarry substance as the squad advanced into the infested area. Isaac refuses to discuss what transpired at the core of Stonehenge, but he lost his entire team and was corrupted by whatever the cult was attempting to summon. Isaac had reached the center circle of Stonehenge, apprehending their leader before he could finish the rights, but the man killed himself and tried to use his life force to finish the ritual. Isaac would be incarcerated after an outbreak, several months after the events at Stonehenge that were covered up by the British government, the incident ending up slaughtering a platoon of Royal Marines prior to being subdued. He was tossed into a maximum security facility, remaining in solitary confinement with nothing but his thoughts, and other beings thoughts, for four years after the event, where he continues to remain alone and isolated. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 4 Years of Solitary Confinement Notes: Prefers not to sleep if he can help it, haunted by nightmares of things in between realities at the best if times.
3,830	86	15	2,002	2,688	King Shark stepped out of the helicopter, rolling his shoulders as to stretch his muscles due to being cramped in the confines of the helicopter for so long. He took a long, deep breath of the fresh air since he didn't know when he'd be allowed to go outside again. After soaking in the moment, The King gladly got into character as he approached the building's door. He reached for the handle but couldn't get past the mechanical lock on the door. Rather than wait for one of the more capable members of the B-team, King Shark rammed his shoulder into the door three times, knocking it right out of the doorway. He then proceeded to enter the technologically awe-inspiring building which seemed to have seen better days. The room that he currently inhabited showed no sign of the mechanical monstrosity that they had been briefed on but for all he knew it could be hiding in plain sight with some stealth technology or something. "Clear." The King called out to his squad members as he began to look around the room for any immediate signs of the creature.	Name: MS-204 Alias: King Shark, The King of Sharks, The King Age: Human/25 Shark/67 Powers and Skills: Human-Shark Physiology- King Shark has many of the advantages of both humans and sharks. He has a great deal of strength, easily more than the strongest human on the planet but not nearly superman or wonder woman levels. He can lift around 2 tons with a great amount of effort but can be pushed to hit harder or lift heavier objects if sent into a frenzy. He has a great amount of stamina to complement his massive amounts of strength and also has some more natively fish like attributes such as rows of ravenous teeth, gills and the iconic dorsal fin. King can survive out of water for very long periods of time (up to a week) but has to have water in his gills at some point before that time to ensure he doesn’t ‘drown’. A unique bit of his physiology is his claws which are extremely sharp. He also has an amazing intellect (for his species) placing him on par with an average twenty year old human. . . generally speaking. Swimming- MS-204 retains his shark like ability to cut through water with grace an power. He is extremely skilled at long distance swimming using a mix of his natural endowments and human swimming practices. Weaknesses: Frenzy- If there’s a lot of blood getting sprayed around, the more bestial part of The King’s mind will take over and send him into a blind flurry of aggression while further enhancing his already powerhouse of a body but also making it harder to discern friend from foe. It takes either a lot of effort or for everyone around him to be dead, to calm down King Shark. Eye-Sight- Although its a myth that Sharks have bad eyesight, King Shark actually does to to complication from his transformation. He can see up to ten meters away before things get drastically blurry. Personality: The King fits the bill of gentle giant in ever regard except for the gentle part. While he normally has a pretty calm demeanour outside of combat but when it comes to fighting people can see the true ruthlessness of a shark with legs. When not fighting, King Shark’s favourite pass times are swimming, reading or watching spongebob. He is always eager to correct people when they say he’s a mutant human. Biggest Claim to Fame: How Long Have You Been in Prison: He’s been in captivity for a majority of his life. Brief History: King Shark was born as Marine Subject 204 in Hawaiian based government funded think tank. The goal of the think tank was to find an easier way of transferring genetic traits of one species to another. Most of the experiments ended horrifically but a few subjects managed to survive the splicing process and gained various human like attributes from the process. Eventually the whole project was shut down due to a clear lack of steady progress but most go the successful subjects were seized by the government to be used in other fields. MS-204 was one of those successful projects. Though King Shark’s mutation process wasn’t perfect, it was a lot better than many of his peers’ transformations. After being repossessed by the government MS-204 (nicknamed King Shark by his previous carers) King Shark was raised* to be a loyal soldier for the government’s use at a future time. Recently he’s been drafted onto Task Force X by Amanda Waller herself. Notes:
3,831	86	16	905	2,473	No fire to check, Ma'am, Cecil appeared at ease on the flight over, but his mind was racing on the inside. Waller was so paranoid that she had basically crippled him for this mission. She apparently had some fantastical idea bout his capabilities, but without any information he was about as useful as a garage mechanic. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was annoyed nonetheless. He eyed Dazzle while they were in the confines of the vehicle, but dismissed the idea of trying to hack her almost immediately. It was just like the nanites, he would simply need too much uninterrupted study and tinkering to do anything about it. He walked behind everyone else on their way through the facility, and when an aggressive android accosted them, he backed up the stairwell a few steps. “Everybody take cover!” Daz shouted. Cecil replied, "Oh, way ahead of you!" Okay, laser cannon. It was a robot, military hardened electronics, he was sure. Could he disable it? What was available to him: in the stairwell? Nothing. In the rest of the facility? He had no way of knowing, thanks to Waller. He would have to assume the basics. What was he likely to find? In order of likelihood Breakroom... refrigerator microwave plumbing toaster/toaster oven oven stove top, gas or electric Labs or offices... computers furniture(wood, metal? Glass?) calculator First aid kit Bathroom... more plumbing mirrors automatic toilets, or pull handles? Plus whatever else he could find. Could he disable it? 75% likelihood. Good chance. Did he need to? Dazzle's efforts made it seem like standard weapons wouldn't work terribly well. Not knowing what everyone else could do, Cecil had to assume he'd have to act. "Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"	Name: Cecil Monroe Alias: None, though his squadmates may adopt one. Age: 25 Powers and Skills: Super Genius(specializing in physics and mechanical engineering) Weaknesses: Normal human. Though he's a brilliant inventor and can build improvised high tech from everyday appliances, he's not a genius in many other areas. He's not a great strategist, for one glaring example, and is often caught because he failed to cover his bases in planning. Personality: Excitable and talkative, most people don't expect the “evil genius” to be as easy to get along with as he is. He might have done well in academia or engineering, but he is nihilistic and impulsive, and has been using his genius for grand attempts at personal gain since he was barely a teenager. One thing that can be said for him is that none of his schemes has(intentionally) threatened human life. He is surprisingly compassionate and socially conscious, and has gone to court against the state for the rights of his fellow inmates on more than one occasion. Appearance: A thin framed young man, of thick and wavy dark hair and black eyes. He has a tired look about his eyes, and is usually artfully disheveled. He dresses fashionably, be it name brand street clothes, or a two thousand dollar top coat. Biggest Claim to Fame: Held a military satellite hostage from his mother’s basement at thirteen years old. How Long Have You Been in Prison: On and off for twelve years. His current uninterrupted stint has been two years. Brief History: Cecil first came to the world’s attention in what would become his accustomed grand style at the age of thirteen, calling himself a “boy genius.” He launched a rocket from his backyard that intercepted and attached itself to a military satellite. Once attached, Cecil contacted the pentagon and threatened to detonate it if he wasn't paid. They traced his call and arrested him. He likely would have been tried as an adult for treason or terrorism, but DARPA saw value in someone who could assault an orbiting installation with a rocket made of garbage and tried to employ him. Cecil went along with this, until he managed to slip his handlers and make off with two hundred thousand in embezzled funds. The FBI caught up with him six months later, but the money was never recovered. He was never given a second chance, and yet has spent more than half of the time since his second arrest a free man. He simply keeps escaping. The list of privileges he is allowed in prison has dwindled until the only things he can have in his solitary holding cell are books, which he had to sue the state to allow.
3,832	86	17	1,537	4,313	What do you want us to do, Terminator? Red Ghost joked at Daz from behind his cover as the nerd took a long pause before asking... "Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?" "I can scout ahead in ghost mode, or try and go tangible once I'm passing through this machine man. Try and damage his circuits maybe? It works on people, but I've never done it to a machine..." Red Ghost continued. As Team 1 stayed pinned down under fire from the blue humanoid robot, Team 2 was in the central lab/lobby with the techno organism going in and out of stealth mode similar to the Predator aliens in popular action films. Upon getting blasted by the pink skinned alien's acidic attacks, the creature made quick work of the little girl with horns. When the beast seemingly swallowed the girl whole Waller pushed a button on a computer in front of her from back at HQ that detonated the criminal. There was now a couch sized hole in the techno organism's chest. Before the creature had time to regenerate using local debris as raw materials the team needed to act fast and give it everything they had. Even Team 1 could hear the explosion, roughly fifty yards away and in a stairwell leading underground... ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,833	86	18	2,462	214	Snip	Name: Mary Stryfe Alias: none Age: 24 Powers and Skills: living blood. Due to horrid rituals performed by her father, Mary's blood possesses its own sentience. It can move on its own, solidify into any shape, and change its density to become as hard as iron. It has its own senses which it can use to alert Mary to things around her. It also gives Mary a heightened ability to heal as the blood coagulates and pulls open wounds closed on their own. (No wolverine or deadpool, but efficient non the less) Weaknesses: aside from a Phenethylamine dependency, her power uses her actual blood so if over taxed she will pass out or even die of blood loss. Personality: Mary is a sweet, lovable girl with a sense of humor and a winning smile, though no moral filter. The constant extra voice in her head leaves her spacey sometimes, and having listened to it all her life, she tends to favor its opinions. Unfortunately those opinions do not always have humanities best interests at heart. Biggest Claim to Fame: Arkham University Hospital 24 years ago, and Arkham Middle School slaughter 10 years ago. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 6 years voluntarily. Brief History: Mary was conceived to be a vessel to an unknown thing her father's cult worshipped. The ritual was designed to kill the mind of the child while leaving the body alive to act as host, but due to a miscalculation Mary remained whole, the thing merged with her blood, and it turned on the cult, slaughtering them all along with any other human on half the floor of the hospital. Mary was the only surviver and no clues were left of the attacker except that all the victims seemed to have been missing their brains. Mary's mother supported the two of them with the father's insurance, and a healthy Windfall, and lived a normal life until she was 14. The only thing that could be considered odd was Mary's imaginary friend, who Mary said lived inside her. Mary would talk to this friend almost all the time until her mother got her to never do it in public. When Mary was 14, she had her first period. The blood flow instantly came to life, ravenous after 14 years of nothing. For the second time, Arkham was racked by horror and grief as nearly a hundred students and teachers mysteriously died, their brains missing. Mary ran away and was assumed to be among the shredded remains of students scattered throughout the school. Mary made it to Gotham, where she lived on the streets. She let her blood out to feed regularly on the homeless, gang members, and stray animals. She learned to use her blood as a weapon and armor, as tools, and companionship for the next four years until she had a run in with the Batman. After studying her blood Batman arranged to have her confined with a daily supply of Phenethylamine, usually in the form of enhanced chocolates. Mary willingly went. She does not pose a threat to the guards except when she let's her blood out to practice. She does not wish to escape, and has even helped the guards stop a couple riots in her 6 year stay in isolation. Notes:
3,834	86	19	1,270	2,337	Vigilante had looked to waller as she handed out the assignments with 'you have got to be kidding me' look. But he said nothing as he took the dissoers on his group into the hellicopet and began to brainstorm how to put them to best use... And then shark happened. The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary. "Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil." "You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..." The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded. Boom. It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion. Boom-Boom. Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.	Name: Johnathan Johansen Alias: Johnny Ashton, John Brewster, Johnny Cash, John Denver, John Ellis, John Fogerty, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Hiland, Ect. Age: 24 Powers and Skills: Powers Magic guitar: The basis of his powers. Transformation: when he takes up his guitar, he turns into a 4 armed humanoid, this is in part a reflection of his inherent chimera syndrome from absorbing his twin in the womb. Audio mimicry: with his guitar, he is capable of mimicking any sound, from gunfire to human voices and modifying them accordingly. Sonic immunity: when transformed, he is incapable of being harmed by shock-waves or sound-based attacks. Sound attacks: the twin necks of his guitar act like a tuning fork, allowing him to make powerful sonic blasts. Some are more broad stroked like causing white noise to interrupt all sound in his area and effectively cause deafness, others focused to a single point like an acoustic phaser to deal concussive damage. The longer he has to 'solo' to build up the energy, the more powerful the blast when he releases the energy. Remote performance: even without the guitar in his hands, he can still use his connection to the instrument to play it remotely. In this case, he is limited to his skill as a guitarist, but he can indeed make it mimic human voice as many guitarists do. More of novelty but still noteworthy. Skills Maestro guitarist; He earned his skill through blood sweat and tears even over his condition. Even with his disability, he is capable of performing 'flight of the bumblebee' at 4000 beats per second. Driving: Before his transformation, he was a garbageman and as such has his heavy machinery license for semi-trucks and its like. Weaknesses: Magic guitar: Without his instrument, he reverts back to a deformed human with monoplegia cerebral palsy. Merely taking it away doesn't sever his connection, but breaking it or immersing it in holy water, sealing it away in a lead box, tossed into an alternate or pocket dimension. These sort of things sever his connection until the pieces are put back together, removed from the water, or released from its confines. Personality: He's a rock-star! High energy but broody manic-depressive, When he is up, you have to keep up, but when he is down, you need to drag him from one place to the next. Appearance: Biggest Claims to Fame: 1) world record-tie for fastest guitar. 2) GLOBAL nuisance by being part of a group that hacked all satellites in the world for 10 seconds while he blasted a riff that blew out 1% of all the speakers on the planet. How Long Have You Been in Prison: Long enough to record 2 albums in confinement "Live from Blackgate" and "Alien Arkham Asylum". Brief History: Not much to say that wasn't in the press already. A disabled youth who picked at his guitar and collected disability until he was 21 and got a job as a garbageman after that. He spent all his time playing even on the job with a broken piece of junk just to practice his motions. One day he entered a contest and won, the prize was a record deal, with a devil. The entity in question had gathered several skilled individuals and gifted them with powers or abilities then sat back and watched the mayhem they unleashed as a supervillain band of musicians. They, of course, were caught and many tried to break their deals with hellacious results. Johnny is the only one who has sat back and rode his crazy-train all the way to the station. Notes:
3,835	86	20	1,537	4,313	...and someone else did. The helicopter sent in to evac the group was outside, most of the ARGUS agents had already exited the surrounding areas around the lab as well. It was loud. Between the techno organism roaring in pain, the helicopters, explosions, it was hard for anybody to really hear anything. Five minutes earlier... Between the phasing attacks of Red Ghost and the pinpoint accuracy of 'Ed' and Daz, the blue humanoid defense robot didn't stand a chance. Once Team 1 had reached the panic room, Cecil cracked the security system to get the Professor and his son Ted out in one piece. With Daz calling the shots Team 1 beat Team 2 to the extraction point. The Red Ghost just kinda floated, Ed and Cecil were both out of breath, and Daz just looked even more like the Terminator with small cuts and bruises as visible as her cybernetics from coming into close quarters combat with the blue defense android developed by Kord. King Shark and Vigilante both got word from Waller to make it to the extraction zone, the two of them were both now players in a much larger game that Waller was involved in. She didn't want to lose either, but she didn't mind losing an alien or random metahuman criminal once in awhile. "Holy **** what a rush!" Ghost exclaimed looking around at his teammates, and the two people they were sent in to rescue. There were maybe four other agents of ARGUS on the transport as well, presumably to keep the team in check. The giant shark man scared the fourteen year old Ted Kord who just cowered behind his father. Nobody knew what happened next. Was the team to be locked up again until needed, would they ever find out why and how the Prof. knew Waller enough to call her? Time might tell sooner or later, but some of the members of Task Force X would likely be dead before finding out the answers to some of the questions. "Thank you. Thank you all..." Prof. Kord said to everyone on board. In the distance behind them, a fighter plane could be seen dropping two bombs on the lab that were sure to level it and anything left of the creature. The team survived their first mission. How long will each of them survive from here on out? ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,836	86	21	1,537	4,313	Mission 002 wasn't far from HQ this time around. The underground laboratory where there was the threat of some half baked Super-clones was in St. Roch, Louisiana. Several inmates and agents of the government returned for the second mission. Daz, the cybernetic field leader, was among them as well as her right hand the aquatic King Shark. The inmates going back into the field included Red Ghost, Lady Nightmare, the crackshot calling himself 'Ed', and the new guy who's got an enchanted sword who goes by Blade. There's also another new recruit who's got four arms and a seemingly 'magic' guitar. Waller chose a team better equipped for this mission. A super smart guy like Cecil would be killed in seconds if sent into the field for this one. This was clearly a mission for the more physically dominant metahumans, or the ones with powers or weapons forged in the supernatural. Lady Nightmare could probably give the real Superman a run for his money, it was going to be entertaining watching her face off against these clones. Ed was well on his way to becoming the next Deadshot. The two new guys had a lot to prove to the rest of the team. And Ghost seemed to be coming out of his shell a bit... "So... Superman clones only half cooked but with enough power to level a city... sounds like a Tuesday. IS it Tuesday?" the Red Ghost asked in a monotone voice to nobody in particular, as if finally lightening up a bit. "Drop off is in five minutes people!" yelled the pilot of the plane, "There's nobody in the club this time of week, entry into the lab beneath it should come easy unless you **** something up!" he continued yelling back to the group. Red Ghost eyeballed the new guy with the bladed weapons. He wasn't sure if the guy could be trusted or not. Then Stevens looked over at the shark man, who could probably eat half the team within minutes. Marcus definitely wanted to stay on that thing's good side. Secretly Ghost was crushing on the Terminator-like woman, Daz. Something about short hair on a woman that just did it for him. ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,837	86	22	1,270	2,337	Johnny popped his neck, his back, his ams, and his hands, then his neck again, his wrists, his back again... In fact, it seemed he could either pop any join on purpose or else he was really good at being irritating. Who's to say? He stood up and shook it off before standing up with his hands in ready position and breathed out a thick black smoke that pooled in his ams like milk in a glass of watter until his lady was fully formed between his fingers. "Five minutes? St, Roche? Supermen? Cool. I hoped for Solomon Grundy...Ah well." "Now when I was just a little boy, standin' to my Daddy's knee. My Poppa said 'son don't let the man get you, do what he done to me' I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Wish I was back on the bayou, rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans. Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there, Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou." As he sang, his music began to have a subtle effect, more than just the usual head bobboing, it actually started to synchronise those that could hear it, bringing pulses to a similar rhythm with breathing. He fell into his gift of lead musician to try and get everyone on the same page.	Name: Johnathan Johansen Alias: Johnny Ashton, John Brewster, Johnny Cash, John Denver, John Ellis, John Fogerty, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Hiland, Ect. Age: 24 Powers and Skills: Powers Magic guitar: The basis of his powers. Transformation: when he takes up his guitar, he turns into a 4 armed humanoid, this is in part a reflection of his inherent chimera syndrome from absorbing his twin in the womb. Audio mimicry: with his guitar, he is capable of mimicking any sound, from gunfire to human voices and modifying them accordingly. Sonic immunity: when transformed, he is incapable of being harmed by shock-waves or sound-based attacks. Sound attacks: the twin necks of his guitar act like a tuning fork, allowing him to make powerful sonic blasts. Some are more broad stroked like causing white noise to interrupt all sound in his area and effectively cause deafness, others focused to a single point like an acoustic phaser to deal concussive damage. The longer he has to 'solo' to build up the energy, the more powerful the blast when he releases the energy. Remote performance: even without the guitar in his hands, he can still use his connection to the instrument to play it remotely. In this case, he is limited to his skill as a guitarist, but he can indeed make it mimic human voice as many guitarists do. More of novelty but still noteworthy. Skills Maestro guitarist; He earned his skill through blood sweat and tears even over his condition. Even with his disability, he is capable of performing 'flight of the bumblebee' at 4000 beats per second. Driving: Before his transformation, he was a garbageman and as such has his heavy machinery license for semi-trucks and its like. Weaknesses: Magic guitar: Without his instrument, he reverts back to a deformed human with monoplegia cerebral palsy. Merely taking it away doesn't sever his connection, but breaking it or immersing it in holy water, sealing it away in a lead box, tossed into an alternate or pocket dimension. These sort of things sever his connection until the pieces are put back together, removed from the water, or released from its confines. Personality: He's a rock-star! High energy but broody manic-depressive, When he is up, you have to keep up, but when he is down, you need to drag him from one place to the next. Appearance: Biggest Claims to Fame: 1) world record-tie for fastest guitar. 2) GLOBAL nuisance by being part of a group that hacked all satellites in the world for 10 seconds while he blasted a riff that blew out 1% of all the speakers on the planet. How Long Have You Been in Prison: Long enough to record 2 albums in confinement "Live from Blackgate" and "Alien Arkham Asylum". Brief History: Not much to say that wasn't in the press already. A disabled youth who picked at his guitar and collected disability until he was 21 and got a job as a garbageman after that. He spent all his time playing even on the job with a broken piece of junk just to practice his motions. One day he entered a contest and won, the prize was a record deal, with a devil. The entity in question had gathered several skilled individuals and gifted them with powers or abilities then sat back and watched the mayhem they unleashed as a supervillain band of musicians. They, of course, were caught and many tried to break their deals with hellacious results. Johnny is the only one who has sat back and rode his crazy-train all the way to the station. Notes:
3,838	86	23	1,537	4,313	The four armed man played his tune and the group closed in on the location. Red Ghost was a fan of CCR, so he didn't mind the music. The metahuman actually sounded like John Fogerty himself. Ghost could tell some of the others didn't pay much attention. This time the group looked dressed more in civilian clothes, since on the off chance somebody was to see something up top the identities of the inmates wouldn't be compromised. Jammers stopped most mobile phones, tv's, computers, etc from working within a two block radius. The ARGUS chopper landed on the roof of the 4 story club on the outskirts of St. Roch. Marcus was wearing a black Led Zeppelin shirt with the famous Icarus graphic, ripped jeans, and a red unzipped hoodie. He hadn't shaved in a few days and he looked a little more hardened without his mask. The team went in tactically with two more ARGUS agents, as well as another face in the Knight Cat. Marcus floated half intangible until they got to the security doors. "Thank God these haven't been breached yet. That means these half bred monsters are as dumb as they are ugly..." said one of the guards cracking the lock and opening the first locked door of three. Several minutes and flights of stairs later the group had made it to the final door roughly half a mile below the club's basement level. "We ever gonna see these ugly bastards or...?" Ghost started to ask. The ARGUS agent opened the last entrance that looked like something out of Star Wars. In a large lobby like room of a lab with several smaller labs branching outward like a shopping mall four half cooked Bizarro like Superman clones were bumbling around in bright white solar suits with the pentagon shape of Superman thought not his S on their chests. One of them appeared to be female. "Glad to know these idiot scientist are politically correct..." said one of the agents before being fried by the female's heat vision. ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,839	86	24	2,654	2,774	John was glad to finally be getting out of jail for some field work even though he detested working for these big government PC dogs. Now he would be free to have some fun and it sounded like this mission was going to be a like a mad scientist experiment gone wrong horror movie and it intrigued John. He was especially interested in taking on Superman like clones to test to see if what was said about The Man of Steel was correct and that he could be taken down by magical weapons. He chuckled at Red Ghost's comment. "I had no idea we had the Joker on this squad, please continue with your unique humor" he said with his voice full of sarcasm in it and he focused on the details of the mission given to them by. The pilot of the plane that they were on gave them the rundown of the status of the club that the lab was located under and how it should be easy to enter unless someone messed up the plan. He smiled. "Only no-talent rookies would screw this up" he said as they approached the drop off site. Just then one of his teammates started to play his guitar and John didn't like it, but he also could feel that there were some weird effects going on with the music. "I don't like the one making that retched music" his sword spoke to him with an annoyed tone. "I am sure he will probably be one of the first to go" John replied to his weapon and Blood Bath laughed at that comment. They soon got off the plane and he followed the squad leader down into the lab and was curious to see what these clones would be like, it sounded like they resembled the Superman villain Bizarro. When they got there he noticed that there was at least four of them and one looked to be female. One of the agents made a comment about the scientists being politically correct. "F**k you Social Justice Warrior" he said to the agent and flipped him off for being a cuck in John's eyes. He smiled when the female clone fried the man with heat vision. The typical fate of a beta male he thought himself and almost burst out laughing at the irony. It looked like he was action time and he drew his sword and Parrying Dagger and was ready for a fight. "It's time to dance" he said as he got in a crouch position waiting for the battle to begin. "Yes! give me blood to drink!" his weapon spoke to him.	Name: John Luis Alias: Blade Age: 26 Powers and Skills: Supernatural swordsmanship: John is an excellent swordsman and is aided by his demonic sword named Blood Bane, which grant him superhuman capabilities with his techniques. His reaction time is quick enough to knock bullets out of the air and he can take out several enemies with his incredible speed. The sword is also able to communicate with him and it is bonded to him so that he can call it to his hand whenever he wills it. Weaknesses: His sword is weak against pure silver and has trouble cutting through it. Personality: John is a very confident to the point of it looking like he is cocky and his swordsmanship helps back it up. He is very precise when it comes to killing his targets and shows no remorse to taking out lives. John is always ready to face challengers that seem stronger than him so he can test himself and overcome his limits. He really hates the Flash since he was the hero that turned him in. Appearance: John stands at about 6.1 feet and weighs about 220 lbs Biggest Claim to Fame: He is an accomplished mercenary and has a reputation for being very efficient in his work. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 3 months Brief History: John was born to a middle=class french-american family, but his childhood wasn't good. His mother was an over controlling abuser who beat down his dad with threats and called John names. This turned John into an angry child and got him into trouble at school on several occasions. He was suspended when he punched a girl who was bullying a friend of his and in an age of bias he was demonized for his actions. His mother was furious and John could see the hypocrisy of the world around him that allowed his mother get away with her abuse. Every time he saw an ad on television that was about domestic abuse John always felt tempted to throw a rock at the screen. It was so bias and one-sided, it made him sick. Eventually his life would change forever when he was in high school and visited a museum of antiquities. That's where he found the demonic sword Blood Bane and upon laying eyes on the blade he felt it calling to him as if it had a life of its own. John felt that he just had to have it and so he stole it when no one was looking. When his hands clasped the blade's hilt for the first time, he felt a dark power rush through his body and his body changed. John was faster and his skills in swordsmanship became legendary. With his new weapon, he ran away from home, not before killing his mother and now free he became a mercenary to amass a fortune. His reputation became big throughout American super villains. John's mission also saw that he acquired a parrying dagger of magic properties exactly like his rapier and his skills as a swordsman increased as he fought many foes and won many battles. His luck however ran out when a mission took him to Central City and he came into contact with the Scarlet Speedster known as The Flash. Despite his inhuman skills with a blade John was no match for the speedster and he was turned over to the authorities and sent prison. Notes: he has parrying dagger as his off hand weapon.
3,840	86	25	364	1,539	Knight Cat didn't pay much attention to the mission briefing. She only heard the most important parts Superman, clones, failure. Kill order was implied or inferred. She watched one of the agents die from heat vision. She turned to the other one. "You me five bucks." She grabbed grenades off the dead agent. She threw them towards the clones, one was a smoke grenade the other was a suped up flash bang designed to temporarily incapacitate Superman in theory, never been tested till now. "What you waiting on girlies? Time to murder the Clones of Steel."	Name: Grace Gillum Alias: Knight Cat Age: 69 Powers: Artificially Enhanced Physiology from the Hardisky Serum: Enhanced Strength: can bench press 2400 lbs; can leap 20ft out in a single bound and 10ft into the air without a running start Enhanced Speed: can run at speeds of up to a mile in a minute (60 mph) Enhanced Durability: can fall 2000 feet on to a car and sustain no injury Enhanced Agility: agility is greater than that of an Olympic gold medalist Enhanced Reflexes: reaction speed is 20 kph Enhanced Stamina: body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing chemicals in her muscles, granting her exceptional endurance and lung capacity, can exert herself at peak capacity for an hour without any rest and before showing any signs of fatigue Enhanced Senses: senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are at the highest possible limits of human potential Enhanced Mental Processing: Her mental performance operates in the most efficient and rapid manner possible, and able to processes the world in the most advance and efficient manner. She possesses perfect pattern solving/recognition, limitless information storage/retrieval, perfect perception/observational skills, and logical/philosophical structuring. Her mind also processes information quickly, giving her an accelerated learning aptitude. She can also quickly analyze multiple, limitless information streams (e.g., threat assessment) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations. She possesses an eidetic memory (she never forgets anything and has perfect instant recall), has perfect deductive/reasoning skills. Accelerated Healing Factor: healing speed and efficiency is at the highest limits of human potential, which means she can heal faster than most humans Advanced Longevity: aging halted due to perfect cells *Physical appearance alteration: changes her hair color and increasing her height and muscle mass Weaknesses: Same as every normal human but requires more effort; can be shot to death, beaten to death, etc. Personality: Grace is a chameleon able to adapt her personality to fit into any situation. Grace is a woman of honor who operates under a strict code of ethics, yet her sense of morality is flawed. She believes using deadly force is righteous, knows she is judge, jury and executioner for those she deems without honor or worth. Grace is, however, particular about the jobs she chooses, often turning down jobs that would compromise her personal moral compass. In some occasions, Grace has fought on the side of angels merely because she believed in the cause. Other times, she has taken cases and committed acts other heroes would be disgusted by. Grace, however, is a woman capable of extreme devotion, whether it is to her family, friends or ex-lovers. She has always sought to protect those who have been close to her, and would not hesitate to lay down her life in exchange for theirs. Grace is also a woman who has a hard time expressing her feelings. Grace remains a woman of mystery. Whether she will walk the side of angels or take the path to hell remains to be seen. You never know quite what to expect from her... And she would have it no other way. Biggest claim(s) to fame: The assassination of thirty CEO. Jonathan Black of Black, Inc. was attending a meeting of corrupt businessmen. The room was above water that she lured sharks to once the sharks were close she destroyed the glass bottom and let the sharks eat them. Any survived she put a bullet in her head. How long have you been in prison: Less than a year. Brief History: She never knew her father; he disappeared before he ever knew his wife was pregnant. She grew up with two step-dads she never cared for either. She was on spring break in Mexico when she fell ill, turns out she had cancer. Her father was a scientist for A.R.G.U.S., he had her kidnapped. To save her life he used his experimental serum on her. It worked beyond his wildest dreams, but at the cost of her daughter’s freedom, A.R.G.U.S. forced her to work for them. The only reason she consented to working for A.R.G.U.S. was due to threats made by their leader, the threat was that her mother would be tortured and killed. She was their slave for years; she was an assassin, thief, bodyguard, and any other task. When she wasn’t working she trained alone or with others or studying for a task. After a while the threat was no longer necessary she grew to love the work, it was a thrill. The only time off she ever took was when her mother came down with cancer, she spent the last month of her mother’s life with her. She was allowed to leave as a test of her devotion to the cause. Her first mission back was to assassinate the leader of Santa Prisca. She succeeded as she made her get away she was caught in an explosion, the local criminal population was going through a gang war or something it was mostly irrelevant. The explosion led to her capture and torture for a year. When she escaped she slaughtered anyone in her way with her bare hands or teeth. After being abandoned for a year she cut ties with A.R.G.U.S. and became an assassin for hire. Notes: Every few years takes on a new identity to cover for her lack of aging.
3,841	86	26	2,002	2,688	King Shark pretended to not listen to briefing but in reality he hung on every word. He did his best to memorize every bit of information given for the mission but he got the gist of the mission easily enough which excited him to no end. While he liked the act of clobbering as much as the next guy, the idea of testing his strength against the likes of an abomination of a extra-terrestrial genesis was an amazing thought to the enormous shark man. There was only enough room for one genetically altered strongman in this world. The entire helicopter ride The King kept his thoughts on the other's conversation to himself and instead chanted to himself in avid anticipation "I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready..." The King was on auto-piolt as they entered the club and descended the levels and only was snapped back to reality by the smell of burnt government agents and ozone. The weak eyes of King Shark settled on a pale skinned figure in front of him which he immediately charged at all the while letting out an inhuman scream of bestial fury. He tackled one of the clones into the wall just before being knocked across the room by a might slap of the abomination. King Shark was stunned momentarily and focused just long enough to see a flurry of fists com his way from the knock-off superman. The King struggled to stay consciousness as he had the royal shite beat out of him. There was now a steady stream of blood being sprayed as the blunt force trauma from the part-Kryptonian punctured his skin. The sight and smell of blood coupled with the lack of blood now leading to the more refined parts of the Shark man's brain letting way to the chimera of bestial instinct. As the Bizzarro prepared yet another punch, The King's hand shot up catching the punch and shoving it downwards as The King leapt to his feet and tackled the Bizarro once more but this time The King locked his jaws around the clone's shoulder and began to savagely claw at the abomination's back whilst keeping a firm arm grip around it's neck in order to protect himself from the devastating head vision of the monster.	Name: MS-204 Alias: King Shark, The King of Sharks, The King Age: Human/25 Shark/67 Powers and Skills: Human-Shark Physiology- King Shark has many of the advantages of both humans and sharks. He has a great deal of strength, easily more than the strongest human on the planet but not nearly superman or wonder woman levels. He can lift around 2 tons with a great amount of effort but can be pushed to hit harder or lift heavier objects if sent into a frenzy. He has a great amount of stamina to complement his massive amounts of strength and also has some more natively fish like attributes such as rows of ravenous teeth, gills and the iconic dorsal fin. King can survive out of water for very long periods of time (up to a week) but has to have water in his gills at some point before that time to ensure he doesn’t ‘drown’. A unique bit of his physiology is his claws which are extremely sharp. He also has an amazing intellect (for his species) placing him on par with an average twenty year old human. . . generally speaking. Swimming- MS-204 retains his shark like ability to cut through water with grace an power. He is extremely skilled at long distance swimming using a mix of his natural endowments and human swimming practices. Weaknesses: Frenzy- If there’s a lot of blood getting sprayed around, the more bestial part of The King’s mind will take over and send him into a blind flurry of aggression while further enhancing his already powerhouse of a body but also making it harder to discern friend from foe. It takes either a lot of effort or for everyone around him to be dead, to calm down King Shark. Eye-Sight- Although its a myth that Sharks have bad eyesight, King Shark actually does to to complication from his transformation. He can see up to ten meters away before things get drastically blurry. Personality: The King fits the bill of gentle giant in ever regard except for the gentle part. While he normally has a pretty calm demeanour outside of combat but when it comes to fighting people can see the true ruthlessness of a shark with legs. When not fighting, King Shark’s favourite pass times are swimming, reading or watching spongebob. He is always eager to correct people when they say he’s a mutant human. Biggest Claim to Fame: How Long Have You Been in Prison: He’s been in captivity for a majority of his life. Brief History: King Shark was born as Marine Subject 204 in Hawaiian based government funded think tank. The goal of the think tank was to find an easier way of transferring genetic traits of one species to another. Most of the experiments ended horrifically but a few subjects managed to survive the splicing process and gained various human like attributes from the process. Eventually the whole project was shut down due to a clear lack of steady progress but most go the successful subjects were seized by the government to be used in other fields. MS-204 was one of those successful projects. Though King Shark’s mutation process wasn’t perfect, it was a lot better than many of his peers’ transformations. After being repossessed by the government MS-204 (nicknamed King Shark by his previous carers) King Shark was raised* to be a loyal soldier for the government’s use at a future time. Recently he’s been drafted onto Task Force X by Amanda Waller herself. Notes:
3,842	86	27	1,270	2,337	Johnny let the song end without encore as they touched down. Now that they were on the job he shifted the way his guitar functioned, as he strum the strings, no noise came out as he was working his way up the scales. He smelled faintly of brimstone as he started to sweat from the effort of his silent solo, clearly he was preparing for something and only by His Infernal Majesty did they not encounter any guards before all hell broke loose. One solider down by heat vision, one taking down the muscle of the group, and the knight about to take on a third. There was no way in hell he could take on even a half-baked clone, it wasn't his gig, but he could help in plenty of ways. He took up his slouched stance, his spine in an exaggerated S-curve as he brought his arms down hard, releasing....nothing. Nothing that is, that any human could hear. One hundred and eighty decibles, the level at which ear drums rupture, at fifty hertz, the range of a dog whistle. A very limited range of targets, five targets. Let the bastards heads explode from the magical maelstrom if it works. He himself was immune to the sonic slam...and he hoped he didn't just melt the faces off of his whole team. but this is why they were a suicide squad.	Name: Johnathan Johansen Alias: Johnny Ashton, John Brewster, Johnny Cash, John Denver, John Ellis, John Fogerty, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Hiland, Ect. Age: 24 Powers and Skills: Powers Magic guitar: The basis of his powers. Transformation: when he takes up his guitar, he turns into a 4 armed humanoid, this is in part a reflection of his inherent chimera syndrome from absorbing his twin in the womb. Audio mimicry: with his guitar, he is capable of mimicking any sound, from gunfire to human voices and modifying them accordingly. Sonic immunity: when transformed, he is incapable of being harmed by shock-waves or sound-based attacks. Sound attacks: the twin necks of his guitar act like a tuning fork, allowing him to make powerful sonic blasts. Some are more broad stroked like causing white noise to interrupt all sound in his area and effectively cause deafness, others focused to a single point like an acoustic phaser to deal concussive damage. The longer he has to 'solo' to build up the energy, the more powerful the blast when he releases the energy. Remote performance: even without the guitar in his hands, he can still use his connection to the instrument to play it remotely. In this case, he is limited to his skill as a guitarist, but he can indeed make it mimic human voice as many guitarists do. More of novelty but still noteworthy. Skills Maestro guitarist; He earned his skill through blood sweat and tears even over his condition. Even with his disability, he is capable of performing 'flight of the bumblebee' at 4000 beats per second. Driving: Before his transformation, he was a garbageman and as such has his heavy machinery license for semi-trucks and its like. Weaknesses: Magic guitar: Without his instrument, he reverts back to a deformed human with monoplegia cerebral palsy. Merely taking it away doesn't sever his connection, but breaking it or immersing it in holy water, sealing it away in a lead box, tossed into an alternate or pocket dimension. These sort of things sever his connection until the pieces are put back together, removed from the water, or released from its confines. Personality: He's a rock-star! High energy but broody manic-depressive, When he is up, you have to keep up, but when he is down, you need to drag him from one place to the next. Appearance: Biggest Claims to Fame: 1) world record-tie for fastest guitar. 2) GLOBAL nuisance by being part of a group that hacked all satellites in the world for 10 seconds while he blasted a riff that blew out 1% of all the speakers on the planet. How Long Have You Been in Prison: Long enough to record 2 albums in confinement "Live from Blackgate" and "Alien Arkham Asylum". Brief History: Not much to say that wasn't in the press already. A disabled youth who picked at his guitar and collected disability until he was 21 and got a job as a garbageman after that. He spent all his time playing even on the job with a broken piece of junk just to practice his motions. One day he entered a contest and won, the prize was a record deal, with a devil. The entity in question had gathered several skilled individuals and gifted them with powers or abilities then sat back and watched the mayhem they unleashed as a supervillain band of musicians. They, of course, were caught and many tried to break their deals with hellacious results. Johnny is the only one who has sat back and rode his crazy-train all the way to the station. Notes:
3,843	86	28	1,537	4,313	The clones were something else. Ghost wondered how long it would take for one of them to soil themselves in their white solar suit pj's. He remained intangible for the most of the opening of this kill or be killed situation, saved one of the only ARGUS soldiers left's life, and managed to find a mini fridge with mini shots and a few cans of Pepsi. He went tangible for a few moments to open three shots and a can of soda, the latter of which was heat vision'ed out of his hand. One of the clones was mere feet away from the would be drunk metahuman, who downed the three shots without chaser. He threw the little bottles at the clone then went ghost mode. Marcus flew through walls, water coolers, tables, etc. but the clones still gave chase. That was when the convicted thief saw King Shark battling another in close quarters. "Get outta the way Fish Man!" screamed Stevens before leading one clone into crashing into it's 'brother' that was taking a beating from the aquatic hero. As it appeared King Shark was about to finish the job in killing his target, Stevens looked down at the idiot clone who chased after him. It was an abomination. He didn't believe in anyone playing God, though he knew this was some government run facility. Even still... "This just wasn't your day, Charlie Brown." Ghost said as he phased through the concussed clone's head and mangled its soft skull tissue and brain matter completely taking it out of the fight. The four armed new guy let out a sonic wave that rocked nearly everyone, though the remaining clones seemed to take it the hardest. One of the remaining male clones finally pissed himself. Marcus Stevens never thought he'd actually see it happen. The Red Ghost couldn't hear himself laugh, but he could feel it in his face. And afterwards there was a ringing in his hears, so he went ghost mode once again and floated through the floor to get his wits together. ~KL~	Name: Marcus Stevens Alias: the Red Ghost Age: 27 Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car... Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor. Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score. Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit. Biggest Claim to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire , and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon. How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting. Brief History: Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!" Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25. ~KL~
3,844	86	29	364	1,539	Knight Cat really hated this government agency sends you in to fight Kryptonian freaks without magic, Kryptonite, or a powered suit to up one's strength to beat him to death or near death however Superman survived the beating he took from Doomsday. She studied their movement. They were not smart, reminded her of a child on a temper tantrum but with super powers, an extremely deadly combination. "The people behind these freaks better be dead otherwise I am gonna make them pay with extreme prejudice." She walked up to one and spoke to it like a child. "Does little baby needs his bottle?" She could see the heat vision forming in the eyes. She maneuvered herself to be in line of fire of another clone. Seconds before it fired the heat vision she ducked and let it hit the clone. She moved out of way just in time for the two clones to start fighting.	Name: Grace Gillum Alias: Knight Cat Age: 69 Powers: Artificially Enhanced Physiology from the Hardisky Serum: Enhanced Strength: can bench press 2400 lbs; can leap 20ft out in a single bound and 10ft into the air without a running start Enhanced Speed: can run at speeds of up to a mile in a minute (60 mph) Enhanced Durability: can fall 2000 feet on to a car and sustain no injury Enhanced Agility: agility is greater than that of an Olympic gold medalist Enhanced Reflexes: reaction speed is 20 kph Enhanced Stamina: body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing chemicals in her muscles, granting her exceptional endurance and lung capacity, can exert herself at peak capacity for an hour without any rest and before showing any signs of fatigue Enhanced Senses: senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are at the highest possible limits of human potential Enhanced Mental Processing: Her mental performance operates in the most efficient and rapid manner possible, and able to processes the world in the most advance and efficient manner. She possesses perfect pattern solving/recognition, limitless information storage/retrieval, perfect perception/observational skills, and logical/philosophical structuring. Her mind also processes information quickly, giving her an accelerated learning aptitude. She can also quickly analyze multiple, limitless information streams (e.g., threat assessment) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations. She possesses an eidetic memory (she never forgets anything and has perfect instant recall), has perfect deductive/reasoning skills. Accelerated Healing Factor: healing speed and efficiency is at the highest limits of human potential, which means she can heal faster than most humans Advanced Longevity: aging halted due to perfect cells *Physical appearance alteration: changes her hair color and increasing her height and muscle mass Weaknesses: Same as every normal human but requires more effort; can be shot to death, beaten to death, etc. Personality: Grace is a chameleon able to adapt her personality to fit into any situation. Grace is a woman of honor who operates under a strict code of ethics, yet her sense of morality is flawed. She believes using deadly force is righteous, knows she is judge, jury and executioner for those she deems without honor or worth. Grace is, however, particular about the jobs she chooses, often turning down jobs that would compromise her personal moral compass. In some occasions, Grace has fought on the side of angels merely because she believed in the cause. Other times, she has taken cases and committed acts other heroes would be disgusted by. Grace, however, is a woman capable of extreme devotion, whether it is to her family, friends or ex-lovers. She has always sought to protect those who have been close to her, and would not hesitate to lay down her life in exchange for theirs. Grace is also a woman who has a hard time expressing her feelings. Grace remains a woman of mystery. Whether she will walk the side of angels or take the path to hell remains to be seen. You never know quite what to expect from her... And she would have it no other way. Biggest claim(s) to fame: The assassination of thirty CEO. Jonathan Black of Black, Inc. was attending a meeting of corrupt businessmen. The room was above water that she lured sharks to once the sharks were close she destroyed the glass bottom and let the sharks eat them. Any survived she put a bullet in her head. How long have you been in prison: Less than a year. Brief History: She never knew her father; he disappeared before he ever knew his wife was pregnant. She grew up with two step-dads she never cared for either. She was on spring break in Mexico when she fell ill, turns out she had cancer. Her father was a scientist for A.R.G.U.S., he had her kidnapped. To save her life he used his experimental serum on her. It worked beyond his wildest dreams, but at the cost of her daughter’s freedom, A.R.G.U.S. forced her to work for them. The only reason she consented to working for A.R.G.U.S. was due to threats made by their leader, the threat was that her mother would be tortured and killed. She was their slave for years; she was an assassin, thief, bodyguard, and any other task. When she wasn’t working she trained alone or with others or studying for a task. After a while the threat was no longer necessary she grew to love the work, it was a thrill. The only time off she ever took was when her mother came down with cancer, she spent the last month of her mother’s life with her. She was allowed to leave as a test of her devotion to the cause. Her first mission back was to assassinate the leader of Santa Prisca. She succeeded as she made her get away she was caught in an explosion, the local criminal population was going through a gang war or something it was mostly irrelevant. The explosion led to her capture and torture for a year. When she escaped she slaughtered anyone in her way with her bare hands or teeth. After being abandoned for a year she cut ties with A.R.G.U.S. and became an assassin for hire. Notes: Every few years takes on a new identity to cover for her lack of aging.
3,845	87	0	19	1,003	qυιnтen ezra rυмanceĸ Ezra had been up for hours. Josephine had wandered upstairs into Ezra's attic bedroom to climb into bed with him. Apparently, there were scary monsters under hers, and Ezra was the only one who could scare them away. It had been 3:09 AM when he was first woken up, but now, 6:15 AM was here and his alarm was going off. It was time to get up and go. Gently getting out of bed, he wandered around to the other side and scooped up his sister, quietly climbing down the stairs towards their mother's room. Ezra placed Josie under the covers next to mom and wandered off down the hall, making his way into the basement to wake his twin brother, James. To his surprise, halfway down the steps, he noticed a light was on in James' room, so Ezra turned back around and headed for the bathroom to begin preparing for the day. After reaching his destination, he locked the door once it was shut and got down to the bare minimum. He knew already this day was going to be a long one. jaмeѕ тanner rυмanceĸ James had been up the past hour getting ready before the rest of the house could wake to enjoy a nice hot shower. It always seemed to be a battle in the morning for the hot water. Luckily he didn't have Josie up and about during that time, or she'd have flushed the toilet on him. She loved doing that to him, but just him. Seemed she enjoyed getting a reaction out of her brother. He tried to just leave it alone when it happened, but after a while, she did it almost every time he showered and I'm sure you could sympathize for the guy. Maybe yelling at her the way he had the last time she did it wasn't completely called for, but between the boys and their mom, he was the only one to really dish out punishments when it came to Josie. He was labeled 'the bad guy' of the bunch, only because he did the one thing no one else wanted to do. Sure, Ezra took it upon himself to be stern with her, but James still remains the only one who sets her down for timeouts and things of that nature. It was nice to finally have a morning where that little piece of his time wasn't being ruined by his kid sister. He knew it was Ezra coming down the stairs because their mom had a day off today and Josie, as much as she loved terrorizing the house, knew mom would not be happy if she was woken up to chaos on her day off. James sat there at the edge of his bed with his towel wrapped around his waist just staring at his closet. He'd originally picked out an outfit for school but was now second-guessing himself. A random thought blew through his mind as he thought about the school in the city just a few miles out that had a uniform dress code. James shook his head and remembered the time during his freshman year when his mom had threatened to transfer him to that very school, thanking whatever great 'being' above that he had dodged that bullet. Forcing himself up from his bed, he grabbed a pair of briefs, socks and a pair of pants from his drawers before wandering over to the closet to pick out a shirt. It was another 20 minutes before James' left the house to be a bit ahead of schedule so he could park in the Senior parking lot and let loose before he had to face the first day in his 'last year of hell', as he liked to call it. Ezra stayed home long enough till Josie officially woke up and helped her make a bowl of cereal before dashing out the door at 7 o'clock on the dot. The drive to school was only a quick 5 minutes, but Ezra liked to be early rather than on-time. Although leaving now would put him at school roughly 15, almost 20 minutes early, it still seemed like it was cutting it close, in his eyes. He sent a quick text to James to see where he was and started up his Jeep to let it warm up a little before leaving the driveway. The drive to school wasn't the pain-in-the-ass Ezra originally thought it would be, it was finding parking. It took 3 circles of the parking lot before some Freshman's parent pulled out of the spot, waving to their kid as they drove out of the lot. Ezra just shook his head with a deep sigh and quickly claimed his space, shoving his car into park. 5 minutes before the first warning bell would ring. This was it. Senior Year. 'Shit,' he thought to himself.	QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK Face Claim: Logan Lerman “тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower Be A Simple Kind of Man \|\| NAME \|\| Quinten Ezra Rumancek. Prefers to go by Ezra, just so you know. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Strictly heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I stand tall for my age, at 6'0" and weigh roughly 173 lbs. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft gray, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arms open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, splitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar." Be Something You Love and Understand \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Respectful -Loyal -Hard Working -Generous -Persistant -Kind-Hearted -Boorish at times -Observant \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| →Lacrosse → Roping cattle → Playing acoustic guitar → Journaling → Singing - Baritone (loves to sing A capella) → Bareback / Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW, XboxOne for Rainbow Six Siege, Star Wars: Battlefront, & Black Ops 1 → Eating...? → Breathing... → Netflix....? \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Jeeps + Dogs + Soccer & Baseball + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf. Won't You Do This For Me Son, If You Can? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Toddler Sister ✦ Josephine Marie Rumancek ✦ Being sassy, just like her mother. smirks and grunts when their mom smacks him on the shoulder →Twin Brother ✦ James Tanner Rumancek ✦ 12th Grade, same as me →Older Brother ✦ Cameron Dak Rumancek ✦ Deceased, Ex-Army → Mother ✦ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ✦ Works at Culver's Grocery as Asst. Manager → Father ✦ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ✦ Navy SEAL, Deployed on Mission →Family Dog ✦ Sadie ✦ Watching over Bella, most likely. She's totally Mother Hen with her. \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Our house is a 4-bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, 2 story place with a basement as well as a very airy attic. Both of which have been turned into bedrooms. My bedroom is upstairs in the attic, whereas James has taken up residence in the basement. It's not your average basement. It's been renovated to look like an actual bedroom with his own half of a bathroom. Around the backside of the house, we have a very nice pool with a diving board and slide. Both front and back lawns are nice and green. There's also an old tree house in the back, up one of our old trees, but no one has gone in it in years. It was a surprise from our dad when we were 5. He came back home from deployment, him and a few buddies of his built it and he sat up inside it to surprise us when we climbed up to investigate our new 'castle in the sky'. It was quite a magical time, back then.. when dad was actually happy to come home and see us. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I own a Jeep Rubicon. My grandpa got it for me when I got my permit shortly after my birthday." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no! \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| "I'm on the school's Lacrosse team and I play an Attacker position. I'm also Team Captain. I used to play soccer in freshman year, and was on the Swim Team both Sophomore and Junior year while I played Lacrosse, too. Worked my way up the totem pole, so to speak." \|\| OTHER \|\| I don't know what else to say.. ask me anything, though! I'm an open book! Relations Form \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "He can be a little quick on the draw but all-in-all he's a good kid. Earn his trust and respect, he'd take a bullet for you. That's my brother for 'ya." James and Quinten are twins, how much closer can they get? They've grown up in the same household but have led two completely separate lives. While Quinten became strong and outgoing, James turned more recluse and wears his emotions practically on his sleeve. The two brothers couldn't be any more different but nevertheless, they've always been close. Nothing could come between them. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Mikaelson? She's a badass, honestly. I'm glad she went for ROTC instead of Lacrosse cause she could easily show me up! Lauren is one of those who could play any sport and just dominate it. She remains a good friend of mine. Almost like a sister, really." At one point in their 7th-grade year, Quinten and Elizabeth had gone out on a few dates after they questioned if their close friendship could be any more than friends. That and all their friends who had said on multiple occasions that they'd be a perfect couple. After a few dates, they decided it was best to stay just friends. Both still hold a special compartment in their hearts for each other. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "I've seen Molly around. I know she helps my brother out, here and there. She seems like a chill person, but we've not talked much more besides in-class." Quinten and Molly haven't ever really been close, but at least nice enough to call each other friendly acquaintances. Quinn has heard several rumors spread about her over the years on campus, and he's always quick to defend her. Just because someone who's beautiful and comfortable with herself to be who she wants to be, people have to talk shit just to make themselves feel better about their own appearances or attitudes. People should be more concerned about their character than their reputation, because their character is who they really are, while their reputation is merely what others think they are. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "JC is cool people. Him and my brother are pretty close. I was happy to see Jimmy find a like-minded person such as JC to hang out with. I really like that guy, though. Didn't have to ask him twice to just call me 'Ezra'. Some people, man it takes them ages. Not that kid. Sometimes I kind of wonder about those two, but so far nothing has happened yet. Still got my bets on it, though. Mark my words." Quinten has always been partial to JC due to the fact when Quinn's not directly looking after his brother James, JC keeps his eye on him. Quinten has always treated JC as their equal, like a brother. Quinten would equally defend and fight for JC as he would James. ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON Face Claim: Emma Watson One of the hardest parts of life is learning whether to walk away or try harder. Just A Small Town Girl \|\| NAME \|\| "Elizabeth Marie Mikaelson. My mom used to call me "Emm", or "Lizzy". Ezra still calls me Emm. He's the one one allowed to do that though, besides my Daddy. He hardly ever calls me by name though. Usually just calls me 'kiddo'." \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. Obviously.. \|\| AGE \|\| 17-years-young! \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Whatever floats my boat! \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single as a pringle. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Natural dirty-blonde, standing at just 5'6" with an average, semi-athletic build. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown just like her grandmothers were. She looks much like her mother, and acts like her, too. The only thing about her that she got from her father was his ears, which remain hidden behind her hair that flows down just past her shoulders. Living in a Lonely World \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Quirky -Out-Going -Lovable -Considerate -Athletic -Happy-Go-Lucky -Friendly -Loyal -Conscientious -Open-Minded -Observant -Dependable -Humble \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monolog but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monolog or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual." \|\| HOBBIES \|\| → Cooking → Horse-back Riding → Singing - Alto → Reading → Drawing → Photography → Dancing → Writing Poetry → Dog-Walking → Online Gaming → Online Role Playing → Fishing → Camping → Mudding → Quad Riding → Dirt Bike Racing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Competitive Sports + Texting + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Guys with Beards + Tattoos - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Abusers - Make-Up - Annoying People She Took the Midnight Train Going ANYWHERE \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| →Father ✦ Shane Davis Mikaelson ✦ Contractor →Mother ✦ Marie Mikaelson ✦ Deceased →12-year-old Brother ✦ Dakota Ellis Mikaelson ✦ Private School that grandpa pays for. I declined the Private school offer. Dakota prefers it because of a deformity he's had since birth. →Family Cat ✦ 'Mad-Eye' Moody ..my brother named him, okay! I swear. ✦ Probably terrorizing some birds out back →My Dog ✦ Fly ✦ Attempts to herd Benny but fails terribly. She's great at catching a frisbee, though. Sometimes catches the gophers out back, too! She's quick →My Quarter Horse ✦ Benny "The Jet", after the cute boy from the movie Sandlot ✦ Barrel Racing with me! \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| This is the place I call home. Not much to look at, but it's where I've grown up all my life. It's only a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. Our backyard has an old beat-up swing and play set that used to be mine as a kid. On the side of the house in the concrete of the dog-run, my father's, mother's and my handprints with our names and the year 1999 are imprinted into it. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| I own a Brat-Style Sportster. Dad helped me buy it this past school year. I've also got my dirt bike, which is street legal, if I need it. \|\| FAVORITE SONGS \|\| It Pleases You by Moises Navarro I come, I come I come tonight to yield my right I give you my life as a gift of offering like the one that you gave me It may not make a difference It may not change a single life It may not move a single storm But it pleases you It pleases you x3 Superman by Moises Navarro On a sweet Sunday morning 14 seconds ago I was only moments from my 15 minutes of fame I broke into a million pieces Each piece a thousand creases a memory in my heart looking up at the stars cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous You're Not Alone by Saosin She's just like him Spoiled rotten confused by the life she's been fed And she's searching for no one (but herself) Her eyes turn to green And she seems to be happy that she is her And this time I think you'll know You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out You will live to tell You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out] I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Jasmine Thompson Love of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light Or tunnels, to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield I see the girl I want to be Riding bare-back, care-free Along the shore If only that someone was me Jumping head-first, head-long Without a thought To act and down the consequence How I wish it could be that easy But fear surrounds me like a fence I want to break free All I want is the wind in my hair To face the fear, but not feel scared Oooh, wild horses I want to be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to I want to run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses, oh. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| Competitive dirt bike racing, as well as barrel racing. \|\| OTHER \|\| This is my riding gear when I race my dirt bike. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "Ezra. Most know him by his official first name, but he actually prefers to go by his middle name. Ezra and I go back to 3rd grade. He likes to downplay our friendship sometimes because he doesn't want to hear the things we gave in to 5 years back. He's my best friend, and without him, honestly I probably wouldn't be here. He saved me from myself back in Freshman year. I owe him everything." Elizabeth has always loved Quinten like a brother, especially after he was the one to make the decision that they were better friends. She felt she'd never find a better friend, and has done nearly everything to keep hiim in her life.. not that it took much. \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "James and I go as far back as Ezra and I, but I never got too close to him. He tends to be very picky on who he gets close to. For what it's worth, though, he's a good guy." James and Elizabeth are friendly and have a certain trust and respest for another, but they're not close. Never have been and most likely never will be. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's real nice and super smart, but I think a lot of people underestimate her just because of her looks. As if there's anything wrong with her? I think others are just jealous, honestly." Elizabeth and Molly haven't spent much time in each other's presence, but a smile or a wave every so often is exchanged from the halways or across the classrooms. At least from Lauren's side. She's always tried being friendly with the girl but gives her her space, as well. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "Radley? Aw, 'Boo'. That boy is a classic. If I could frame him and keep him forever, I would. He's such a free spirit. I honestly envy him. And holy cow, have you seen his car?! It's a beauty! That thing friggin' purrs!" Elizabeth and JC have always been quite friendly. At one point Elizabeth had a major crush on the poor guy but she quickly got over it (not because he isn't cute, she just started liking someone else at that time). He remains a nice guy, and a good friend, in her eyes. The friendship seems to come full circle since she's best friends with Quinten and JC is best friends with the brother, James. JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK "Who are you to judge the life I live? I am not perfect and I don't have to be! Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." -Bob Marley They Can't Tell Me Who To Be, Cause I'm Not What They See \|\| NAME \|\| James Tanner Rumancek. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. Hello? Open your damn eyes, man. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. Just a few minutes younger than my brother. He loves to remind me. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Has a past being bi, but has since leaned more towards girls the last year and a half. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA? \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "Take a good look. Better yet, take a picture. It lasts longer." Colton is 6'2" weighing roughly 167lbs of nearly pure muscle. He maintains an athletic build. His hair is dark brown, nearly black in certain light, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey but turn a green-dominant hazel when he cries or is on the verge of it. Like stated previously, he does have a massive burn scar on his left hand from falling into a fire pit as a child. He typically wears a bandanna tied over it when at school. Yeah the World Is Still Sleepin', While I Keep On Dreamin' For Me \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Rebel -Loyal -Trustworthy -Caring -Protective -Sarcastic (sometimes in wrong ways) -Bipolar, at times -Explosive temper -Argumentative -Troublesome -Respectful as long as he feels it's earned -Good guy in bad guy clothing \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning for you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position. Guess I kind of picked that up from ROTC. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| -Sports, mainly Baseball though -Fishing -Hiking -Camping -Raising awareness about PitBulls -Breaking horses \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Baseball and ROTC + Singing, but doesn't broadcast it on account he doesn't like being put on the spot or complimented much. + Dances exceptionally well + Playing air drums + Drinking on occasion + Smoking (weed) as often as he can + Dogs + Night life + Raves + Partying - Cats - Know-It-All types - Mornings - People who look down on him - Change And Their Words Are Just Whispers and Lies That I'll Never Believe \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Quinn already told you, but here's one that he didn't mention. This is my dog. Named after my brother who passed this passed summer. Dak is only 6-months old, but I've trained him well, every single day. →Personal Dog ✦ Dak ✦ He's the household guard dog, but he's also got a big ol' soft heart. He only attacks on command or when provoked. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I have a truck of my own. Got my permit this year! My brother left it for me because he knew I always admired it. He used to have me help him work on it, years ago. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice I drive your truck I roll every window down and I burn up every back road in this town I find a field I tear it up till all the pain's a cloud of dust Yeah sometimes I drive your truck. I've cussed, I've prayed I've said goodbye shook my fist and asked God 'Why?' These days when I'm missing you this much I drive your truck. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| I play Baseball, on a travel ball team, though. Not for Delbrook. Delbrook's team is good, I just don't like Coach very much. \|\| OTHER \|\| Uhhh, yeah..not much to tell, really. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "That's my brother. Obviously, since 'Rumancek' isn't exactly a common last name." No matter what, even if they were to fight, James would always have Quinten's back and protect him at all costs. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "She's nice. Crazy good at sports. Girl could pick up anything at the drop of a hat!" As stated previously, James and Elizabeth have never been close but they trust each other enough to rely on one another if necessary. At one point, James had a minor crush on Elizabeth but it didn't last long. This also had happened back when Quinten and James first met the girl. As kids, they were like the Three Musketeers but as time went on, James started to pull himself from their little group and began to do things on his own. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's my kinda' crazy. Hanging out with her is.. interesting, to say the least! She knows how to brighten up a party. Hell, she brings the party, more than half the time. And in more ways than one. She hooks me up with the best shit. I can always count on her for a feel-good." James and Molly have maintained a nice friendship, and have since mainly been hangout-buddies every now and again, but mostly have a buyer/dealer relationship. Both enjoy getting high, and what better than having a partner in crime to get high with? Getting high alone isn't too bad, but having another body to veg-out with just makes it all the more better. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "My son! Haha, get it? James-son... nevermind. That guy has always had my back. I love that dude. Nothing he could do could make me leave! He's been an amazing friend and I couldn't ask for a better one. He was real accepting of me when I started my sexual adventures, and hasn't left my side since. I'm glad I haven't scared him away... yet. Haha." James and JC have always been close, seemed as though they just clicked from the start of things. JC has always been James' go-to, besides his own brother, of course. Nothing separates these two. Quinten and James' mom jokes around often that it was JC and James who were the twins rather than James and Quinten. You'll hardly see one without the other.
3,846	87	1	1,570	4,043	You'd think after you've slept over eight years on a couch that your body would get used to sleeping on a couch, but it never really does. Molly woke up slowly, her body feeling like it had been hit by a truck or several. She reached over to the coffee table and took a sip of the beer she had open last night but hadn't finished. God it was awful. "Molly." The soft voice of Molly's grandmother called from the top of the steps. She did this every single day. She didn't even bother coming down here anymore knowing that her basement had been transformed from a lovely second living room to the den of a teenager. It reeked of dirty laundry, weed, and incense trying to mask the smell. "Yeah grandma, I'm up." Molly called from her position on the couch. The knitted maroon quilt was haphazardly wrapped around her petite body. She grabbed the corner and flung it off. Her bare legs exposed as she sat up and made her way upstairs to the kitchen. "Good Morning Mol" her grandmother said, and Molly gave her a grin. She had no qualms with the old woman this morning, she gave them a roof over their head and even though she annoyed the shit out of her sometime- she cared a lot. Sitting down at the kitchen table she pulled her legs up underneath herself crossed, as she picked up a banana from the center bowl from the table. Peeling it began she eating it slowly. Her body was still waking up and her motor skills were barely functioning at that time in the morning. "My ma already left?" Molly asked, her large doe eyes widening a bit in question. Grandma nodded, "Yeah a bit ago. They had a lot of things to do at the high school early this morning for the first day. Are you excited? This is your last year." Molly nodded. She hadn't really thought about it too much in the scheme of things. The last few years had flown by so quickly and she didn't have that much to show for it. "Yeah, I'm excited. Can't wait for college." her grandma gleamed, making Molly smile. She had no intentions on going to college as of right now, but she know it would make her grandma happy to hear, regardless of if it was a lie or not. Leaving her peel on the table, she excused herself going back to her "room" in the basement and gathered her things to get ready for school. She showered, and did her usual routine of makeup and personal hygiene items before getting dressed. She wasn't one for trying to impress anyone on the first day, so she dressed as normal as one really could. A fitted black v-neck quarter sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. On her feet she wore flip flops. Texas weather was always odd. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes it was cold, and sometimes both within the hour. Knowing the school was going to be heavily air conditioned, she decided it was a safe bet on her outfit. Throwing her head down, and then flinging it back she got a good amount of mess and volume into her blonde mess of hair. She let out a huff of too much activity. She wasn't looking forward to getting back into dance and volleyball, knowing damn well she had spent all the summer drinking and smoking. Sitting down on the couch she packed a small bowl, and took several hits as she rested back on the couch. She wanted to be completely chill for her first day, knowing that there was going to be a lot going on. Tapping the ash into a pile on the coffee table, she put her finger in it and put it on her tongue. It was an odd habit, but she had been doing it for years now and couldn't stop herself. Putting down the piece she began to roll several joints, placing them into a pair of socks that she would place with the rest of her gym clothes. Today would also be a good day for finding new clients and reconnecting with the ones she had lost over summer vacation. Molly had been saving up for a car for ages through dealing and she was hoping that this year would be the year she finally did it. After packing her plain black backpack with her clothes for practice, some miscellaneous school supplies and someone's lighter she walked back upstairs and heading out the door. Her house was practically across the street from the high school so she didn't have much to worry about time frames. Though she rarely did anyways. Strolling through the parking lot, she said hello to several people she knew and began talking to a few out by their cars.	I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍ sɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɪɴᴇ & ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ. I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ sᴏ I ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ \|\| NAME \|\| Molly Rossi, nicknamed Momo by some. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| Sixteen. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Molly is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for school, or left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of brown, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done. I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate. Molly is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Mo just wants the best for everyone and herself. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| Nightowl Doesn't know how to ride a bike Chews her nails when she is nervous Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her backpack \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Smoking weed Listening to music Avoiding being grounded Doodling on her legs with pen \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Spending time with her friends + Dancing until her legs ache + Taking naps during all times of the day + Sending photos on snapchat of random body parts - Carrying a purse or bag - When people don't know how to relax - Early mornings for school when she hasn't slept at all - Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries or pizza - Quadruple texting people when they don't respond fast enough \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| Molly is the only daughter of Nicole Rossi; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at Delbrook Academy by day. Which is one of the many reasons why Molly attends Delbrook in the first place, for her mom to keep a watchful eye on her. Plus, because her grandmother's home is in the school district. Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Molly tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors and even college freshman when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively average grades and even landing a spot on the varsity volleyball and dance team. I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜɴ ɪɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴍᴀ's ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Dad - David Rossi - Unknown Mom - Nicole Rossi - Musician/Janitor Grandma - Linda Davis - Retired Teacher \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| The Rossi's live in a single family split home not too far from the school. Molly's grandma takes pride in the front yard and makes sure it's mowed, edged, and filled with flowers, often. The house has only two bedrooms, so Molly has to sleep on the couch in the basement. It's definitely a well used and worn home. It was kind of the only thing the two could do, after Molly's dad left. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| No car yet, walks to school or takes bus usually. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Moments - Tove Lo I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen But I have my moments, I have my moments Not the flawless one, I've never been But I have my moments, I have my moments I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don'ts But on good days I am charming as fuck \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Varsity volleyball team Varsity dance team Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ
3,847	87	2	146	276	Skyler never got enough sleep, ever. Being the early bird she was, she always woke up before her parents. Last night she had to go and babysit that bratty kid next door. He always knows when to bother her like when she is trying to edit videos for her channel or when she is working on her sketches because 'He is hungry'. He is one of the main reasons for her lack of sleep. And possibly for her usual morning grumpiness. After fifteen minutes of staring at the ceiling she glanced over at the alarm clock- she still had four hours before the classes began. She smirked- Let the senior year begin. When she finally decides to leave the bed, she walks to the bathroom and takes a cold shower to wake herself up. When she finishes cleaning herself, Skyler spends 20 minutes in front of the closet deciding which outfit she should wear today. Sooner or later she picks out a simple outfit: A green tunic, brown leggings, black shorts and black boots. After the said outfit was on her body, she began brushing her short hair and decides to keep it out of her face using a green headband. Grabbing her brown satchel, she makes her way to the kitchen. "Goodbye, Alastair!" Skyler shouts to her brother. She considers herself kinda lucky since her flat is on the ground floor. There is no need to wait for the elevator or anything of that sort. Although there is a downside to this- it means that she can hear anyone who enters the building and you know, it is not as good as it might sound. Yes, you do find out about the newest local gossip, but in the middle of the night, when someone is trying to sleep (cough-Skyler-cough), the other residents think it's polite to scream their lungs out while drunk.When she doesn't babysit the neighbour's kid, they keep her up at night. She starts to hum a melody as she quickly leaves the building thinking that she would be late. As she glanced at phone's screen, a smile of relief appears on her face and she slows down her pace - she still has 20 minutes. She stuffs her phone back into her satchel. There's no reason for her to rush anymore, she will make it and still have around 12 minutes to spare. She lights her cigarette and continues on with her journey. As soon as she arrives on the school grounds she walks over to her classroom and sits in the back corner. She starts to search in her satchel for her earphones, but when she can't find them Skyler punches the table- she must've left them at home. Annoyed she takes out a book and reads for the remaining 10 minutes.	Skyler Novina "Life's a canvas. Paint it your own way." - Me Basic Information \|\| NAME \|\| Skyler, Sky/Skye for short. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| 16. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Straight. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| 'I usually wear purple or blue t-shirts along with shorts and leggins. I wear little make-up. I do wear a lot of jewellery. I have a tattoo of the night sky on my back. My height is averege-64.4.I weight 62.5 kg. There's a scar on my arm.' Who am I? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Shy, easily angered, smart (but gullible/naive) and artistically talented \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When angry,she throws things at people. When trying to insult someone she calls them random things e.x. "Chicken Pencil!" \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Drawing Reading Writing Designing Things Martial Arts Voice Acting Observing the night sky \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Books + Writing + Science + Smoking + Kind people + Astronomy + Listing to music - People who hurt others - People who hurt animals - Criminals - Her anger issues Personal Stuff \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Mother - Angela Williams-Novina - Doctor Father - Ron Novina - Car Mechanic Older Brother - Alastair Novina - Student at a university \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live in simple flat with 3 bedrooms. My bedroom is usually locked when I'm in there, since I enjoy the privacy of it. The living room has brown walls with a white carpet covering the floor and black furniture. Me and my brother weren't allowed in there when we were young since we could've we could've dirtied the carpet " \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Doesn't have one, but wants a navy colored one. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Headphones - Britt Nicole She gave it her best She tried to fit in She tried to be cool But she never could win Her mom says she's great The kids think she's weird Honestly she wish she could disappear \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| She attends the martial arts classes after school. During the weekends she helps her dad in his job. She sometimes babysits kids. \|\| OTHER \|\| She has anger issues and is easily manipulated. Smokes. Knows how to speak Polish. She's usually spaced out.
3,848	87	3	1,611	644	Kira Griffin lay face-up on her bed, her breathing deep and even. There was a gentle snuffling of air through her nose, but gradually, as she rose from the nightmare and awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of her body. The tone of her breathing deepened, but took on a rasping, scraping, spluttering and ragged tortured noise; shallow and rapid, lips trembling with each outlet of air, the intake fluttering as it struggled to infiltrate her constricted throat and feed the heaving lungs and palpitating heart. With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, Kira's hot, salty head popped up from the drenched pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, it suddenly dawned on her. It was all just a dream. After a few more moments of deep breathing, she heard it; the deathly screech of the electronic alarm clock. She drearily came to as an arm, controlled by instinct reached out and found the snooze button. There was a sigh, a grunt, and a shuffling of blankets. Her eyes were wide open, and she was ever so reluctantly awake. Her mind was fuzzy, the last remnants of a terrifying nightmare being chased away by the realization that she was awake again. The sun peeked in her bedroom window, it's vibrant rays sending a glossy, gold sheen all around the room. Today was her first last day of high school, and although she was very excited to "get this shit over with," she wasn't all too ecstatic about having to wake up at the crack of butt every morning. After a few minutes of absently staring at the wooden bedroom floor, Kira finally stood up, yawning and stretching her arms high above her head. Her muscles ached, and her legs were stiff, but she'd somehow managed to make it all the way to the hall bathroom that she and her mother shared. She took a ten minute shower, brushed her teeth, applied her makeup, and got dressed. She even took the time to fluff her hair; she'd done a big chop over the Summer, which now made fixing it in the mornings a little easier. By the time she'd finished her morning routine, it was a quarter til seven, and the pleasant smell of apple-wood smoked bacon filled the house. "Morning Ma," Kira said as she made her way into the kitchen. Her mother just waved her hand as she stood over the stove, the bacon was sizzling and popping in the cast iron skillet. Usually her mother would be headed across town to her job, but because it was the first day of school, she'd decided to be a little late and cook her daughter some breakfast. "You didn't have to cook anything, you know I coulda' just grabbed somethin' at school." Her mother scoffed before placing five strips of bacon on a slice of bread. "I know my cooking isn't the best," she said with a slight smile, "but I'll be damned if this doesn't taste better than some grimy cafeteria food, now sit and eat." Kira did as she was told, and by the time she'd finished her breakfast, it was time for her to leave. Her mom kissed her goodbye and reminded her to take her house key before she left, and watched as Kira got on her bicycle and peddled away. The bike ride from Kira's house to the school would take about ten minutes, which would give her just enough time to chain her bike to the fence and stroll to her first class. The ride was easy, thanks to three long months of basketball conditioning, so by the time she pulled into the school parking lot, she hadn't even broken into a sweat. Having only attended Delbrook for the last month of the previous school year, Kira only knew a few people here and there, most of them being her teammates. However, after she'd secured her bike and walked through the parking lot and towards the school doors, she couldn't spot any of them. Instead of loitering in the parking lot, Kira decided to head to first period early. She wasn't at all surprised when she found that she was not the first to arrive. "Good morning," she spoke kindly to the girl with her head in a book, before picking a random seat and laying her head down on the desk.	{"Greatness exists in all of us."} \|\| NAME \|\| Kira Griffin. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| Eighteen. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Pansexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Kira stands at a mere five feet, four inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are also well defined and toned as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. She prefers to keep her hair in protective styles (braids, weaves, wigs, etc.), which allow her hair to grow longer and healthier. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. Her eyes are fringed with long, thick lashes. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses because she was told that they complement her well. She has a short, delicate nose and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped; she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with a clear lip gloss. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Kira's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by her father. She has helix and lobe piercings in both of her ears, and a septum piercing in her nose. She has a small piercing on her lower back, but plans on getting more in the future. \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Calm • Quiet • Observant • Motivated • Opinionated • Quick-Tempered Kira is a seemingly calm and quiet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. Kira is also very observant, and tends to notice things about her surroundings that others may not. It's very easy for her to read and/or figure out other people. Kira is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. Kira has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When she gets nervous, she tends to tap her fingers on whatever surface is near (or she'll settle for her leg,) or she'll chew on the inside of her lip. Has a faint New York accent Snorts when laughing Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Basketball ("I only play so I can earn a scholarship.") Reading/Writing Dancing Smoking Weed ("Just to calm my nerves.") Playing COD on her PS4 until three in the morning. \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Basketball + Silence + 90's Hip-Hop/Rap + Laughing until it absolutely hurts + Peanut Buttery/Salty Candies - Chocolate Candies - Dishonesty - ALL. COUNTRY. MUSIC. - Hospitals - Ignorance \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Ashanti Griffin \| Mother \| Pharmacist \| FC: Jada Pinkett Smith \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Home Kira and her mother live in a moderate sized home; it's just big enough for the two of them and very affordable. Consists of two bedrooms, one bathroom, and decently sized kitchen and living room. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Until she can put away enough money to buy a car, she's stuck either riding the bus or bicycling. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Keep Ya Head Up - 2Pac Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things'll get brighter \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Kira is on the girls' basketball team. She also participates in book club. Every now and then she'll visit a dance studio (not the school's) to take a few Hip-Hop classes. \|\| OTHER \|\| Kira moved to Texas in the beginning of the year because her mother decided that it was "time for a change."
3,849	87	4	146	276	Mornin' Sky responded quietly without looking away from her book. She wondered why she even had a book titled 'Sun-beams may be extracted from cucumbers, but the process is tedious.' in her bag, but hey it's still a reading material, isn't it? Unlike the title might suggest, this book isn't about cucumbers (or sunbeams for that matter), this book is about Federalist response to Thomas Jefferson. History of America was truly interesting. She glanced up at the clock: 5 minutes left. She violently stuffed 'Sun-beams may be extracted from cucumbers, but the process is tedious.' into her satchel and began drawing comics on a random piece of paper she found in her bag. As she finished the line art of the characters she turned the paper around realising she drew on her timetable. Sky facepalmed. "Just great" she muttered.	Skyler Novina "Life's a canvas. Paint it your own way." - Me Basic Information \|\| NAME \|\| Skyler, Sky/Skye for short. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| 16. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Straight. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| 'I usually wear purple or blue t-shirts along with shorts and leggins. I wear little make-up. I do wear a lot of jewellery. I have a tattoo of the night sky on my back. My height is averege-64.4.I weight 62.5 kg. There's a scar on my arm.' Who am I? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Shy, easily angered, smart (but gullible/naive) and artistically talented \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When angry,she throws things at people. When trying to insult someone she calls them random things e.x. "Chicken Pencil!" \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Drawing Reading Writing Designing Things Martial Arts Voice Acting Observing the night sky \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Books + Writing + Science + Smoking + Kind people + Astronomy + Listing to music - People who hurt others - People who hurt animals - Criminals - Her anger issues Personal Stuff \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Mother - Angela Williams-Novina - Doctor Father - Ron Novina - Car Mechanic Older Brother - Alastair Novina - Student at a university \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live in simple flat with 3 bedrooms. My bedroom is usually locked when I'm in there, since I enjoy the privacy of it. The living room has brown walls with a white carpet covering the floor and black furniture. Me and my brother weren't allowed in there when we were young since we could've we could've dirtied the carpet " \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Doesn't have one, but wants a navy colored one. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Headphones - Britt Nicole She gave it her best She tried to fit in She tried to be cool But she never could win Her mom says she's great The kids think she's weird Honestly she wish she could disappear \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| She attends the martial arts classes after school. During the weekends she helps her dad in his job. She sometimes babysits kids. \|\| OTHER \|\| She has anger issues and is easily manipulated. Smokes. Knows how to speak Polish. She's usually spaced out.
3,850	87	5	4	966	Oh gosh, Ally murmured, rolling onto her back. She looked up through the darkness and onto the ceiling. She needed to know the time, but didn't want to check her phone. If it was too early and she checked, the light from the phone would keep her up for at least another thirty minutes. The alarm didn't go off, so she quickly deduced it wasn't 6:15 yet. She wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. Usually she did really well in the mornings, always able to beat the alarm by a minute or two, hop up, and get ready for school. Today she didn't feel it. Her job had to keep her a couple hours later than usual the night before and she made herself dinner afterwards since everyone else was already sleeping. She was grateful for the extra hours, so the extra income, but it could be a toll on her sleeping schedule. "Dang, and I still need to go to school, huh?" she asked herself, turning onto her side. "Yeah, you do," she answered, looking at the phone. The low-brightness screen read 5:57, so she decided it was time to get up. She stood, throwing her arms up in the air and stretching. Some people said that was bad in the mornings, but she felt the opposite. It helped her feel more active and awake. After a minute of stretching and yawning, Ally finally moved into the bathroom. It didn't sound like anyone else was awake, so she tried her best to keep quiet. Her brother would have to get up soon, and she wasn't sure whether or not she should wake him up. "After my shower," she told herself and locked the bathroom door. The water took a couple minutes to warm up, so she decided to brush her teeth in the time being. She couldn't stand having a bad-tasting mouth and enjoyed the minty freshness of the toothbrush. The water warmed and she hopped in the shower. Because the other two would need the bathroom, she did her best to do the daily ritual of the shower quickly. To keep her mind occupied while she conditioned, she hummed and planned out her day. The first day of school usually didn't last the full seven-eight hours, normally lasting only four hours. Maybe she could relax at the park or something afterwards. After her shower, she dried off and put on a simple blue T-shirt, jeans, and a Wonder Woman logo necklace. She didn't have anyone to impress and just wanted to be comfortable, especially before the stress to come later in the year when colleges and universities either accepted or declined her requests. She let out a long sigh thinking about the close future and exited. Her brother was still snoring away on the couch. The time on her phone read 6:17, so she gave his shoulder a shove. "Hey, you need to wake up." He let out a grumble and shifted deeper into the couch. "Come on, Matt, you need to start waking up." Knowing how he was, he would wait at least twenty minutes before getting up, so that's why she had to wake him up early. Having done her job, Ally moved into the kitchen and thought about breakfast. She didn't really want anything warm or heavy to eat and opted to eat Honey Bunches of Oats. It was her favorite, so she didn't mind eating it. While grabbing the milk, she also grabbed a bottle of cool water. She read an article a while back that cool water was much better at waking someone up in the mornings than coffee. Whereas she didn't really believe water was much much better at waking people up than coffee, she did it anyways. The cereal took less than ten minutes to eat, so Ally rebrushed her teeth, gathered her backpack, and moved to her father's room. He wasn't awake, but she gave his cheek a kiss anyways, whispered, "I love you," and exited, closing the door behind her. He was a hard worker, so she completely understood why he slept so long. Her brother, on the other hand, was barely stirring. "Shoot, if you don't get up, you're going to be late and our dad is going to be pissed." "Whatever," Matt muttered and continued to shift around. Ally shut the door with disappointment and began her walk to the school. She was fortunate enough to have the school a mere mile and a half away. It took her about twenty minutes to get there, twenty-five on a bad day. The cool morning air woke her up and refreshed her. At least she could be out of the house and out of work. School wouldn't be so stressful today and for that she was grateful. At the school, Ally picked up her schedule and went to her homeroom where two girls were seated. She took a seat a bit towards the front to make anything easier to see. She recognized the two girls from the year before- or at least thought she did-, but couldn't remember any specific names. "Good morning guys," she greeted, leaning back a bit in the seat. She then added with a chuckle, "You guys excited for today?"	Ally Estrada ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You know, when you say you can't, then you really can't." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here I Am \|\| NAME \|\| Ally Estrada, but some people call her Ally Cat \|\| GENDER \|\| Female \|\| AGE \|\| 17, will be 18 before the end of first semester. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Bi, but pretty much leans to guys. Doesn't really talk about this to her family- well, they don't know. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Ally is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 135 pounds. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair and if she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail. Most of her clothes are functional. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anotha' one! \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Friendly Silly Caring Confident Stubborn \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Ally is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She likes being active and doing physical activities, but she also loves to wind down with a good book and relax by herself. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly. As for her more negative traits, she's very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily. Once you do push those buttons, she's pretty good at holding a grudge and most likely won't talk to you. She can also easily forget things she says she'll do because of her busy schedule, but tries her best to make time for everyone. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| She bites her lips When thinking or bored she tends to touch her face She's a bit fidgety \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Reading Writing (mainly fiction) Exercising Baking \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| Likes Reading the news Sports, especially baseball and football Playing video games Fighting (mainly controlled, safe fights) Dislikes People leaving their dishes in the sink Fake people, especially when they try to seem "special" or unique Social Media Tomatoes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Welcome Home \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Matthew Jr.- Younger brother Matthew Sr.- Father \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| It's not a very big house, only two bedrooms and one bathroom, but only three people live in it. Ally lives with her father and younger brother. She has her own room, as well as her father, and her brother takes the living room. They have a small backyard where their Labrador resides. Even though it's a tad cramped- being around 700 square feet big-, they're all pretty satisfied with it. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Non existent. XD \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Everyday Superhero - Smash Mouth "I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero Trying to save the world, but never really sure I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero Nothing more than that, that's all I really am" \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Ally works in one of the accounting offices as a paid intern for the experience and to help out her family. When she used to live in Cali, she was part of the girl wrestling team, but doesn't have time for it now as she's in the volunteering club as its treasurer (if that's okay). \|\| OTHER \|\| She can fluently speak Spanish, but doesn't usually unless everyone around her will understand what she's saying as to not be rude. Also she originally lived in Los Angeles, but moved out here to Texas when she was in her freshman year.
3,851	87	6	19	1,003	qυιnтen ezra rυмanceĸ Ezra managed to find James just in time, taking the can of Old Spice Lionpride cologne spray from his jacket pocket and dousing his brother in it to hide the stench of his high. With a stern shove towards their homeroom, Ezra walked with his brother and helped him stay on course, not even allowing him to grab a quick snack from a vending machine just out of James' reach as they walked down the hallway. "Should have thought of that earlier, Jim," Ezra said to his brother, keeping his free hand on his brother's back while the other held his copy of Goblet of Fire that also held his class schedule as a makeshift bookmark within it. It was his hopes that the homeroom teacher wouldn't have them doing any work, especially on the first day, but then again some teachers didn't care. Their last year's teacher hadn't, and this year they were seniors. The workload would probably start early for them, Ezra thought to himself. As they rounded the corner and made their way upstairs to the second level of the 300 building, the two boys stepped into the classroom in which Ezra practically ran into the back of James as he abruptly stopped. James was staring at the three girls sitting in the room with a bewildered look, which Ezra couldn't help but find hilarious. "Never seen a girl before, brother?" Ezra sniggered into his twin's ear. jaмeѕ тanner rυмanceĸ James shook Ezra's hand off him and glared back at his brother before making his way to the back of the classroom on the opposite side of the girls, crossing his arms across the table to nestle his head into. James then closed his eyes and began to think about his best friend and the girl who his heart had belonged, not having heard from them in so long, with his phone being broken for nearly the whole summer. All that was really on James' mind was the fact he hoped he'd be seeing them today, either one or the other, but to see the both of them would just make his whole year. He let out a deep sigh, getting as comfortable as he could in the hard desk he sat in, as close to the corner as he could manage. qυιnтen ezra rυмanceĸ Ezra watched his brother sit down in the back of the class and close himself off from the rest of them before he moved further into the classroom to take his own seat, choosing a spot in almost the dead-center of the room. Before taking his seat, he gestured to the three girls with a small wave of his hand and a half smile. "How you girls doin' today? Nice mornin', don'tcha think?" elιzaвeтн мarιe мιĸaelѕon Elizabeth had managed to make it to school with just moments to spare, cutting the engine to her bike just as the 5-minute warning bell rang out across school grounds. She'd been late because she stayed behind long enough to help her dad get his truck up and running again. It wouldn't start when he tried heading to work that morning, and Elizbeth knew enough that she actually did most of the work to help him bring the ol' girl back to life. She quickly pulled off her helmet and shook her hair out to rid of the stiff look her hair took from the very thing, strapping it around the handles and darting off to.. wait, where am I going? Elizabeth heaved a heavy sigh as she dug into her jeans pocket, tugging her neatly folded schedule out from its clutches. 313. How could she have forgotten that? Not only were 3 and 13 her favorite numbers, but she'd had the same classroom last year for a Teacher Aid period. Armed with nothing but a pen and a flimsy, beat-up notebook from the year before, Elizabeth wandered slowly into the classroom with a slight hesitance about her. Immediately, she recognized a few faces and waved hello to the girls in the back. Ally, Skylar, and Kira were their names, she had no problem places names on familiar faces. Then there were the boys. Ezra and James Rumancek. No way in hell she could forget their names or their troublesome faces. As soon as Elizabeth and Ezra made eye contact, both corners of their mouths seemed to reach their ears as Elizabeth walked over and hugged her friend tightly around his mid-section. Considering he kind of towered over her like a giant. Elizabeth smiled over at James with a friendly wave before taking a seat with Ezra in the middle of the classroom. "Taking up your usual spot as the center of attention, huh Ez?" Elizabeth smirked and prodded Ezra playfully. Ezra shook his head, his grin growing slightly widening. "Nah, saved it for you, Darlin'. Knew you'd want it all for your own." He shielded himself and laughed as Elizsbeth tried to swat her hand at him, looking back up as more students continued to file into the small room.	QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK Face Claim: Logan Lerman “тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower Be A Simple Kind of Man \|\| NAME \|\| Quinten Ezra Rumancek. Prefers to go by Ezra, just so you know. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Strictly heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I stand tall for my age, at 6'0" and weigh roughly 173 lbs. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft gray, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arms open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, splitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar." Be Something You Love and Understand \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Respectful -Loyal -Hard Working -Generous -Persistant -Kind-Hearted -Boorish at times -Observant \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| →Lacrosse → Roping cattle → Playing acoustic guitar → Journaling → Singing - Baritone (loves to sing A capella) → Bareback / Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW, XboxOne for Rainbow Six Siege, Star Wars: Battlefront, & Black Ops 1 → Eating...? → Breathing... → Netflix....? \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Jeeps + Dogs + Soccer & Baseball + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf. Won't You Do This For Me Son, If You Can? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Toddler Sister ✦ Josephine Marie Rumancek ✦ Being sassy, just like her mother. smirks and grunts when their mom smacks him on the shoulder →Twin Brother ✦ James Tanner Rumancek ✦ 12th Grade, same as me →Older Brother ✦ Cameron Dak Rumancek ✦ Deceased, Ex-Army → Mother ✦ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ✦ Works at Culver's Grocery as Asst. Manager → Father ✦ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ✦ Navy SEAL, Deployed on Mission →Family Dog ✦ Sadie ✦ Watching over Bella, most likely. She's totally Mother Hen with her. \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Our house is a 4-bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, 2 story place with a basement as well as a very airy attic. Both of which have been turned into bedrooms. My bedroom is upstairs in the attic, whereas James has taken up residence in the basement. It's not your average basement. It's been renovated to look like an actual bedroom with his own half of a bathroom. Around the backside of the house, we have a very nice pool with a diving board and slide. Both front and back lawns are nice and green. There's also an old tree house in the back, up one of our old trees, but no one has gone in it in years. It was a surprise from our dad when we were 5. He came back home from deployment, him and a few buddies of his built it and he sat up inside it to surprise us when we climbed up to investigate our new 'castle in the sky'. It was quite a magical time, back then.. when dad was actually happy to come home and see us. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I own a Jeep Rubicon. My grandpa got it for me when I got my permit shortly after my birthday." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no! \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| "I'm on the school's Lacrosse team and I play an Attacker position. I'm also Team Captain. I used to play soccer in freshman year, and was on the Swim Team both Sophomore and Junior year while I played Lacrosse, too. Worked my way up the totem pole, so to speak." \|\| OTHER \|\| I don't know what else to say.. ask me anything, though! I'm an open book! Relations Form \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "He can be a little quick on the draw but all-in-all he's a good kid. Earn his trust and respect, he'd take a bullet for you. That's my brother for 'ya." James and Quinten are twins, how much closer can they get? They've grown up in the same household but have led two completely separate lives. While Quinten became strong and outgoing, James turned more recluse and wears his emotions practically on his sleeve. The two brothers couldn't be any more different but nevertheless, they've always been close. Nothing could come between them. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Mikaelson? She's a badass, honestly. I'm glad she went for ROTC instead of Lacrosse cause she could easily show me up! Lauren is one of those who could play any sport and just dominate it. She remains a good friend of mine. Almost like a sister, really." At one point in their 7th-grade year, Quinten and Elizabeth had gone out on a few dates after they questioned if their close friendship could be any more than friends. That and all their friends who had said on multiple occasions that they'd be a perfect couple. After a few dates, they decided it was best to stay just friends. Both still hold a special compartment in their hearts for each other. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "I've seen Molly around. I know she helps my brother out, here and there. She seems like a chill person, but we've not talked much more besides in-class." Quinten and Molly haven't ever really been close, but at least nice enough to call each other friendly acquaintances. Quinn has heard several rumors spread about her over the years on campus, and he's always quick to defend her. Just because someone who's beautiful and comfortable with herself to be who she wants to be, people have to talk shit just to make themselves feel better about their own appearances or attitudes. People should be more concerned about their character than their reputation, because their character is who they really are, while their reputation is merely what others think they are. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "JC is cool people. Him and my brother are pretty close. I was happy to see Jimmy find a like-minded person such as JC to hang out with. I really like that guy, though. Didn't have to ask him twice to just call me 'Ezra'. Some people, man it takes them ages. Not that kid. Sometimes I kind of wonder about those two, but so far nothing has happened yet. Still got my bets on it, though. Mark my words." Quinten has always been partial to JC due to the fact when Quinn's not directly looking after his brother James, JC keeps his eye on him. Quinten has always treated JC as their equal, like a brother. Quinten would equally defend and fight for JC as he would James. ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON Face Claim: Emma Watson One of the hardest parts of life is learning whether to walk away or try harder. Just A Small Town Girl \|\| NAME \|\| "Elizabeth Marie Mikaelson. My mom used to call me "Emm", or "Lizzy". Ezra still calls me Emm. He's the one one allowed to do that though, besides my Daddy. He hardly ever calls me by name though. Usually just calls me 'kiddo'." \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. Obviously.. \|\| AGE \|\| 17-years-young! \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Whatever floats my boat! \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single as a pringle. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Natural dirty-blonde, standing at just 5'6" with an average, semi-athletic build. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown just like her grandmothers were. She looks much like her mother, and acts like her, too. The only thing about her that she got from her father was his ears, which remain hidden behind her hair that flows down just past her shoulders. Living in a Lonely World \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Quirky -Out-Going -Lovable -Considerate -Athletic -Happy-Go-Lucky -Friendly -Loyal -Conscientious -Open-Minded -Observant -Dependable -Humble \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monolog but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monolog or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual." \|\| HOBBIES \|\| → Cooking → Horse-back Riding → Singing - Alto → Reading → Drawing → Photography → Dancing → Writing Poetry → Dog-Walking → Online Gaming → Online Role Playing → Fishing → Camping → Mudding → Quad Riding → Dirt Bike Racing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Competitive Sports + Texting + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Guys with Beards + Tattoos - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Abusers - Make-Up - Annoying People She Took the Midnight Train Going ANYWHERE \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| →Father ✦ Shane Davis Mikaelson ✦ Contractor →Mother ✦ Marie Mikaelson ✦ Deceased →12-year-old Brother ✦ Dakota Ellis Mikaelson ✦ Private School that grandpa pays for. I declined the Private school offer. Dakota prefers it because of a deformity he's had since birth. →Family Cat ✦ 'Mad-Eye' Moody ..my brother named him, okay! I swear. ✦ Probably terrorizing some birds out back →My Dog ✦ Fly ✦ Attempts to herd Benny but fails terribly. She's great at catching a frisbee, though. Sometimes catches the gophers out back, too! She's quick →My Quarter Horse ✦ Benny "The Jet", after the cute boy from the movie Sandlot ✦ Barrel Racing with me! \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| This is the place I call home. Not much to look at, but it's where I've grown up all my life. It's only a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. Our backyard has an old beat-up swing and play set that used to be mine as a kid. On the side of the house in the concrete of the dog-run, my father's, mother's and my handprints with our names and the year 1999 are imprinted into it. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| I own a Brat-Style Sportster. Dad helped me buy it this past school year. I've also got my dirt bike, which is street legal, if I need it. \|\| FAVORITE SONGS \|\| It Pleases You by Moises Navarro I come, I come I come tonight to yield my right I give you my life as a gift of offering like the one that you gave me It may not make a difference It may not change a single life It may not move a single storm But it pleases you It pleases you x3 Superman by Moises Navarro On a sweet Sunday morning 14 seconds ago I was only moments from my 15 minutes of fame I broke into a million pieces Each piece a thousand creases a memory in my heart looking up at the stars cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous You're Not Alone by Saosin She's just like him Spoiled rotten confused by the life she's been fed And she's searching for no one (but herself) Her eyes turn to green And she seems to be happy that she is her And this time I think you'll know You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out You will live to tell You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out] I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Jasmine Thompson Love of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light Or tunnels, to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield I see the girl I want to be Riding bare-back, care-free Along the shore If only that someone was me Jumping head-first, head-long Without a thought To act and down the consequence How I wish it could be that easy But fear surrounds me like a fence I want to break free All I want is the wind in my hair To face the fear, but not feel scared Oooh, wild horses I want to be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to I want to run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses, oh. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| Competitive dirt bike racing, as well as barrel racing. \|\| OTHER \|\| This is my riding gear when I race my dirt bike. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "Ezra. Most know him by his official first name, but he actually prefers to go by his middle name. Ezra and I go back to 3rd grade. He likes to downplay our friendship sometimes because he doesn't want to hear the things we gave in to 5 years back. He's my best friend, and without him, honestly I probably wouldn't be here. He saved me from myself back in Freshman year. I owe him everything." Elizabeth has always loved Quinten like a brother, especially after he was the one to make the decision that they were better friends. She felt she'd never find a better friend, and has done nearly everything to keep hiim in her life.. not that it took much. \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "James and I go as far back as Ezra and I, but I never got too close to him. He tends to be very picky on who he gets close to. For what it's worth, though, he's a good guy." James and Elizabeth are friendly and have a certain trust and respest for another, but they're not close. Never have been and most likely never will be. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's real nice and super smart, but I think a lot of people underestimate her just because of her looks. As if there's anything wrong with her? I think others are just jealous, honestly." Elizabeth and Molly haven't spent much time in each other's presence, but a smile or a wave every so often is exchanged from the halways or across the classrooms. At least from Lauren's side. She's always tried being friendly with the girl but gives her her space, as well. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "Radley? Aw, 'Boo'. That boy is a classic. If I could frame him and keep him forever, I would. He's such a free spirit. I honestly envy him. And holy cow, have you seen his car?! It's a beauty! That thing friggin' purrs!" Elizabeth and JC have always been quite friendly. At one point Elizabeth had a major crush on the poor guy but she quickly got over it (not because he isn't cute, she just started liking someone else at that time). He remains a nice guy, and a good friend, in her eyes. The friendship seems to come full circle since she's best friends with Quinten and JC is best friends with the brother, James. JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK "Who are you to judge the life I live? I am not perfect and I don't have to be! Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." -Bob Marley They Can't Tell Me Who To Be, Cause I'm Not What They See \|\| NAME \|\| James Tanner Rumancek. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. Hello? Open your damn eyes, man. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. Just a few minutes younger than my brother. He loves to remind me. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Has a past being bi, but has since leaned more towards girls the last year and a half. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA? \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "Take a good look. Better yet, take a picture. It lasts longer." Colton is 6'2" weighing roughly 167lbs of nearly pure muscle. He maintains an athletic build. His hair is dark brown, nearly black in certain light, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey but turn a green-dominant hazel when he cries or is on the verge of it. Like stated previously, he does have a massive burn scar on his left hand from falling into a fire pit as a child. He typically wears a bandanna tied over it when at school. Yeah the World Is Still Sleepin', While I Keep On Dreamin' For Me \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Rebel -Loyal -Trustworthy -Caring -Protective -Sarcastic (sometimes in wrong ways) -Bipolar, at times -Explosive temper -Argumentative -Troublesome -Respectful as long as he feels it's earned -Good guy in bad guy clothing \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning for you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position. Guess I kind of picked that up from ROTC. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| -Sports, mainly Baseball though -Fishing -Hiking -Camping -Raising awareness about PitBulls -Breaking horses \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Baseball and ROTC + Singing, but doesn't broadcast it on account he doesn't like being put on the spot or complimented much. + Dances exceptionally well + Playing air drums + Drinking on occasion + Smoking (weed) as often as he can + Dogs + Night life + Raves + Partying - Cats - Know-It-All types - Mornings - People who look down on him - Change And Their Words Are Just Whispers and Lies That I'll Never Believe \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Quinn already told you, but here's one that he didn't mention. This is my dog. Named after my brother who passed this passed summer. Dak is only 6-months old, but I've trained him well, every single day. →Personal Dog ✦ Dak ✦ He's the household guard dog, but he's also got a big ol' soft heart. He only attacks on command or when provoked. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I have a truck of my own. Got my permit this year! My brother left it for me because he knew I always admired it. He used to have me help him work on it, years ago. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice I drive your truck I roll every window down and I burn up every back road in this town I find a field I tear it up till all the pain's a cloud of dust Yeah sometimes I drive your truck. I've cussed, I've prayed I've said goodbye shook my fist and asked God 'Why?' These days when I'm missing you this much I drive your truck. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| I play Baseball, on a travel ball team, though. Not for Delbrook. Delbrook's team is good, I just don't like Coach very much. \|\| OTHER \|\| Uhhh, yeah..not much to tell, really. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "That's my brother. Obviously, since 'Rumancek' isn't exactly a common last name." No matter what, even if they were to fight, James would always have Quinten's back and protect him at all costs. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "She's nice. Crazy good at sports. Girl could pick up anything at the drop of a hat!" As stated previously, James and Elizabeth have never been close but they trust each other enough to rely on one another if necessary. At one point, James had a minor crush on Elizabeth but it didn't last long. This also had happened back when Quinten and James first met the girl. As kids, they were like the Three Musketeers but as time went on, James started to pull himself from their little group and began to do things on his own. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's my kinda' crazy. Hanging out with her is.. interesting, to say the least! She knows how to brighten up a party. Hell, she brings the party, more than half the time. And in more ways than one. She hooks me up with the best shit. I can always count on her for a feel-good." James and Molly have maintained a nice friendship, and have since mainly been hangout-buddies every now and again, but mostly have a buyer/dealer relationship. Both enjoy getting high, and what better than having a partner in crime to get high with? Getting high alone isn't too bad, but having another body to veg-out with just makes it all the more better. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "My son! Haha, get it? James-son... nevermind. That guy has always had my back. I love that dude. Nothing he could do could make me leave! He's been an amazing friend and I couldn't ask for a better one. He was real accepting of me when I started my sexual adventures, and hasn't left my side since. I'm glad I haven't scared him away... yet. Haha." James and JC have always been close, seemed as though they just clicked from the start of things. JC has always been James' go-to, besides his own brother, of course. Nothing separates these two. Quinten and James' mom jokes around often that it was JC and James who were the twins rather than James and Quinten. You'll hardly see one without the other.
3,852	87	7	146	276	H-hi Sky responded. Whenever she was around someone she didn't have much social contact with before she would feel nervous. Three's a crowd as they say."I-I guess." she responded to the question. Hopefully, no one would ask her this again, after all, she hated being questioned. Returning to her comic, she sighed. She will need to re-make the timetable later. As she heard more people walking in, she ignored them and instead continue on with her comic. Well, that was until one of the boys (she couldn't remember his name mainly because she never really socialised with anyone except anyone online or her family/ the annoying neighbours) decided to pester her with questions while she was busy. She groaned. Sky had enough socialising for the next 4 hours. She stuffed the timetable down her satchel as the other students flooded the class.	Skyler Novina "Life's a canvas. Paint it your own way." - Me Basic Information \|\| NAME \|\| Skyler, Sky/Skye for short. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| 16. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Straight. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| 'I usually wear purple or blue t-shirts along with shorts and leggins. I wear little make-up. I do wear a lot of jewellery. I have a tattoo of the night sky on my back. My height is averege-64.4.I weight 62.5 kg. There's a scar on my arm.' Who am I? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Shy, easily angered, smart (but gullible/naive) and artistically talented \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When angry,she throws things at people. When trying to insult someone she calls them random things e.x. "Chicken Pencil!" \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Drawing Reading Writing Designing Things Martial Arts Voice Acting Observing the night sky \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Books + Writing + Science + Smoking + Kind people + Astronomy + Listing to music - People who hurt others - People who hurt animals - Criminals - Her anger issues Personal Stuff \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Mother - Angela Williams-Novina - Doctor Father - Ron Novina - Car Mechanic Older Brother - Alastair Novina - Student at a university \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live in simple flat with 3 bedrooms. My bedroom is usually locked when I'm in there, since I enjoy the privacy of it. The living room has brown walls with a white carpet covering the floor and black furniture. Me and my brother weren't allowed in there when we were young since we could've we could've dirtied the carpet " \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Doesn't have one, but wants a navy colored one. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Headphones - Britt Nicole She gave it her best She tried to fit in She tried to be cool But she never could win Her mom says she's great The kids think she's weird Honestly she wish she could disappear \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| She attends the martial arts classes after school. During the weekends she helps her dad in his job. She sometimes babysits kids. \|\| OTHER \|\| She has anger issues and is easily manipulated. Smokes. Knows how to speak Polish. She's usually spaced out.
3,853	87	8	2,452	1,973	Frisk wakes up before everyone else and stretches stiffly in her bed before standing up and walking out into the hallway and gently pets Sans on the top of his head who followed her out and signs out, "Good morning Sans." She yawns and calmly makes her way into the kitchen to notice that they were about to be late to school if they didn't hurry this caused Frisk to jump and rush down the hallway to each her older sibling's rooms and pull the covers off them and onto the floor and pushes them off. She huffs and quickly rushing back into her room and gets dressed sliding on a black tank top and her normal purple flannel. She quickly slips on a random pair of socks and rushes back into the hallway and slips falling on her face. She quickly shakes it off and crawls to the kitchen so she could start on their to-go breakfast and lunch for them since they don't know if they will get free lunch this year. Chara growls and lays there on the ground not wanting to get up just yet. She huffs and slowly sits up before laying back down and curls up with her blanket her wrists still hurting from the marks left on her skin last night. She growls knowing that Asreil is going to end up bursting in and end up dragging her out of her room so she beats her head on the ground before slowly standing up and walking over to her dresser and pulls out a black t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. She then throws them onto her bed and pokes her head outside of her door and looked around to make sure no one is going to walk by while she was changing and she the marks. She quickly gets dressed and slips on her jacket and walks out of her room holding a pair of socks yawning and stretching stiffly. Asreil hits the ground with a thud after Frisk pushes him out and slowly gets up to get dressed. Once he finished he walked out and caught up with Chara. "Morning Chara... Why do you think we slept in so late?" He asked placing a hand on her shoulder has they met up with Frisk in the living who already had there backpacks lined up by the door and there lunches on the couch arm above their backpack. "How about the fact that Chara had the great idea of staying up all night to dance." Frisk signs out and hands them their breakfast which made up for a piece of toast with their favourite jam except Chara's who has chocolate spread on it and a tangerine which all was in a brown bag for each of them. "Hey it was fun though Frisky Bits" "Sure if you call dancing to you literally drop fun" Asreil softly laughs and grabs his stuff before handing them each theirs and holds open the door for them so they could start their 30-minute walk to school, "Hey how about we cut through the park? It could cut some time off of our walk and it gives us a chance to eat." Frisk and Chara takes their stuff and walks out. Frisk shrugs and nods her head giving him a little thumbs up before starting on peeling her tangerine dropping the peelings on the ground has she walked.	Chara Dreamurr Do you bleed? I'm not the damsel in distress \|\| NAME \|\| "The Name is Chara Dream. Don't get it wrong!" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm Female, what else could I be. A Flower?" \|\| AGE \|\| "18 and a half" \|\| GRADE \|\| "12th, why does it matter?" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "Wow, you really ask a lot of questions... I'm bisexual but I prefer men" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and I'm happy about it" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I naturally look like this, my cheeks also have natural red circles. The cut scars on my wrist gain in number every month, though. Don't mind my multiple scars, they are normal. I do normally wear a jacket with green sleeves and green hoodie, and the base colour is yellow, I also like wearing black t-shirts and baggy pants with multiple pockets and black boots that go up to my mid calfs that go over my pants. I do normally wear bright red eye contacts" I'm not your best friend or distraught and clueless \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Stubborn ~Easily Aggravated ~Rude ~Unforgiving ~Merciless ~Over protective \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Chara is not like her brother and sister, when she get's mad or when you hurt someone she cares about she shows no mercy and will make you play for what you do, by any means. Literally, anything, if you bully Frisk, Chara will find you and slap you across the face then pin you against a wall and throw mean words right back at you and finish with a bunch in the stomach with her full strength. She doesn't hold back for anything, it would take her whole foster family to hold you back, but even then she would be able to drag them and move a foot every minute. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She has severe depression which is why she cuts herself. ~She is rarely ever happy ~She lashes out at a lot of people \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Fighting ~working out ~Sharpening her pocket knife ~ROTC ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| -hurtful people -Being alone -School +Her foster family +Pain +The sight of blood +Sharp things I'm not like all the rest, just trying to get by \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| ~Frisk ~Asreil ~Tori ~Asgore \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live with my Foster parents but I normally stay in my room that I share with Frisk" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I dream of having a black car with red splatters" I'm the bad guy \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "SHUT UP~! We don't talk about that. You have no right to know. Now go away before I give you a demonstration of what I went through in my past. I'll make it hurt extra too....... Fine, I might as well tell you since I have to but if you tell a soul I will hunt you down. I was and I probably still am normally feared by people which causes me to be pretty lonely but it doesn't phase me that much though and I do have depression and sometimes suicidal thoughts and I has tried to kill myself because of the fact that people are scared of me and me never really knew her birth parents and my adopted parents don't help with it. But every now and then I would open up to only a few people, thus happens rarely, though, for the simple fact of that, I normally get hurt. I may like physical pain, But I hate mental pain." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I'm the bad guy All these former human that you see each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Chara normally spares with a family friend over the weekends and sometimes would be off training with them for weeks or months just to blow off some steam but at home fter school she would dance with her siblings in the living with the help of their parents to move the furniture around so they could have room. \|\| OTHER \|\| "I like sharp things a lot... They can cause pain... Have you seen my wrists yet? Yeah, the pain is great!" Frisk Dreamurr Knowing that somebody you might be as goods as the people you admire... It fills you with, Determination. It started out has a feeling \|\| NAME \|\| Frisk uses sign language to tell you her name "I'm Frisk Dreamurr" \|\| GENDER \|\| Frisk uses sign language "I'm a girl, but I look like a guy most of the time" \|\| AGE \|\| Frisk hold up a piece of paper with the number 17 written on it \|\| GRADE \|\| Frisk holds up a piece of paper with the number 12 written on it \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm Pansexual" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm single but I wish I had someone to love besides my brother and sister \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Frisk signs and continues to sign out everything "I normally wear a purple flannel with either a white t-shirt or tank top and black pants. When I'm really hot I would tie it around my waist. But sometimes I forget to do laundry so I would be a purple sweater with two purple stripes over the chest and some really short jean shorts." Which then grew into a hope \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Kind ~talkative ~caring ~Lovable \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Frisk may not be able to talk, but she loves to talk and she loves caring for people. If you ever got a problem she is the person you should go to wherever you need to. She has always cared for her siblings and everyone she has ever known, including her bullies. Sometimes she would even flirt with them because she could and she likes to flirt with people, Frisk says it's fun. Like how Chara loves to fight is to Frisk loves to flirt. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She's mute so she can't talk but she can hear you \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Cleaning ~reading ~writing ~Practising her sign language ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +Books +GOATS +Asking questions -Cars -Bullies Which then turned into a quiet thought \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Asreil- bro Chara- sis Toriel- mum Asgore- dad \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Frisk shrugs, "Why do you want to know?" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I don't like cars" She signs out Which then turned into a quiet word \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| Frisk gulps "It's a... long story" She signs out nervously, "But I might have well tell you some of it. I can't talk is because of something that happened with my parents. My dad was always really nice and cared for me but he was away at work and my mum only married him because she was a gold digger... And when he was alway she would abuse me, verbally and physically... And she said if I told my dad what she does to me she would try to kill me and my dad. But I ignored my mother and told her and my dad said would divorce her and take me, she didn't take that to well and stabbed my dad to death but she only gave me buckeye poisoning, which paralized my vocal cords... I didn't have the greatest childhood but I loved it and I still loved both my parents even though she might have done those things to me." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye Just because every thing's changing Doesn't mean it's never been this way before All you can do is try to know Who your friends are as you head off to the war \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Frisk spends most of her time at home cleaning just for fun and would also clean other people's house's for 5 dollars a hour or 10 dollars a room depending on the house. Like stated in Chara's she also participates in dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Frisk signs out "I have a pet goat. His name is Sans" Asreil Dreamurr I just want you to remember me like this. Someone that was your friend for a little while. I know there is some hope is this cruel world \|\| NAME \|\| "I'm... Asreil... Asreil Dreamurr... But my siblings call me Azzy" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm pretty sure I'm a guy" \|\| AGE \|\| "I'm 18 and a quarter. I didn't fail a grade... I think" \|\| GRADE \|\| "I'm in twelveth grade this year" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "I like other humans" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and Happy" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I normally wear a Black t-shirt with a little white circle and two wings next to it and there are three triangles under it, it's like the Dreamurr family crest in a way and a pair of navy blue jeans. I do enjoy wearing black pearl earrings every now and then when I don't forget to put them on in the mornings. My hair is naturally this colour, my parents both have this colour hair. I know I'm pale but it's either this shade of skin or sun burnt" Yet you don't stop trying How do you keep smiling? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~quiet ~shy ~outgoing ~smart \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Asreil is very intelligent, he can understand any math problem you give him even if he never learned anything like it, but he is also shy and quiet. He is the definition of an introverted nerd, but when he is with his siblings at home or alone he always has a smile and is enjoying himself the how time, he is only like this with his siblings because of how close he is to them. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~When he is mad he does get violent ~If he is really happy he becomes really jumping, literally, he jumps and hop around ~When he is really tired he tends to say some weird stuff, like sexually weird \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Digital drawing ~Random math problems ~Cooking ~Voice acting ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +His mother butterscotch cinnamon pie +His family +Kind caring people +A good hug -Hateful and cruel people that want to hurt people -Crowds -history -The dark Standing here, in the end, Can't you see I'm your best friend? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Adopted Sister-Chara Dreamurr- She goes to the same school Adopted Sister-Frisk Dreamurr- She also goes to this school Mother- Toriel DReamurr- Stay at home mum Father- Asgore DReamurr- Owner of a some business \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| His house is a calm house not too far from the school, just far enough that they could walk to school. It's a 3 bedroom, 4 bathroom house, painted with warm friendly colours that his mother pictured out decorated with a bright yellow flower in almost each room except the kitchen and main room. The main room leads to the basement where Asreil, Chara, and Frisk would play when they were younger but it's used for storage and it's a giant maze. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Asreil does not have a car and does not need one at the time Stars blazing through the sky it is time to say goodbye \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "I had a great childhood! My mum and dad always got along great. Of course, they would have their fights because my dad would get home late from work and not tell my mum which worried her. I never had very many friends because of my natural hair colour and look. I did get bullied for it but that didn't stop me from being nice to them. I still gave them invited to my birthday parties, valentines presents, Christmas presents, and friendly smiles whenever I would see them. They did hurt me but I don't care, I believe every person is a nice person, They just chose not to show it has much has others. Like Chara!" \|\| THEME SONG \|\| \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Asreil runs a gaming channel and calls himself The God of HyperDeath on there. he does living streams on there too which is how he gets money. When he is not working on videos he would also join in on the dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Don't be surprised if he randomly hugs you after you two get to know each other very well... Chara is over protective of him, so don't hurt him or it will not end well for you at all
3,854	87	9	647	1,502	“Yo, Jay. JC. Wake up, man! We’re gonna be late!” The voice of his younger brother brought Jameson Radley away from Dreamland and back to the real world. It was early Monday morning: his first day of senior year, and Jasper Radley’s first day of high school. It seemed like just yesterday that JC was getting into fights in the elementary school backyard, sticking up for his brother after some bullies had been teasing him. And today, his baby brother would be joining him in the jungle that was high school. Time sure flew, and it was JC’s job to make sure Jasper’s time in high school went smoothly and that he didn’t get into the wrong crowds. Lord only knew JC didn’t want his brother to follow the same path he had. Jasper deserved to be the one to go far in life. The older Radley’s lack of response made Jasper anxious. The younger teen shook his brother’s figure harder, and blurt out a loud: “JAMESON!” A hand emerged from under black covers, waving Jasper away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m up. Just… Gimme a sec.” Jasper rolled his eyes at his older brother, but ultimately did as he was told. “Okay, okay! But hurry up, man. I don’t wanna be late on the first day.” JC waved Jasper away again, his eyes still closed under the covers and his voice thick with sleep. “Damn, Jasper, take a chill pill. I’ll be right there. You know I’m not a morning person.” About forty-five minutes later, JC and Jasper were kissing their mother good-bye and taking their respective seats on JC’s car. The ride to school was a short but entertaining one: like all the ones that had happened since JC had received his Mustang as a Sweet Sixteen gift from his father. The Radley boys had made it their tradition to do a car karaoke every morning on their way to school. Today, it was Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen spirit blasting through the convertible antique car’s speakers, with JC and Jasper singing along to the long-gone Kurt Cobain. The boys attracted stares from their schoolmates as they entered the school parking lot, but neither of them seemed to mind. As soon as the car’s engine had been shut off, Jasper jumped off the car and raced to the building. His brother, however, made up a feeble excuse that Jasper never bought and stayed in the car for a little bit longer. He’d received some requests for delivery of ‘products’ before classes started, and since his motto had always been to tend to his ‘clients’ first, Jameson made sure to handle his ‘business’ beforehand. By the time he was finished and walking in the school building’s direction, the warning bell rang. He’d never been one to care much about being late or early, but first impressions were everything. And so, the raven-haired teen quickened his pace and soon enough was through the door of his homeroom classroom. His brown eyes quickly scanned the room, going across familiar faces of people he’d studied with since his grade school years, and ultimately focusing on only one person at the end of the room: James Rumancek. A wide smirk rose on JC’s lips at the sight of his best friend. With the characteristic swagger that earned him fame with the female population of Delbrook Academy High School, Jameson made his way across the room to take the seat on James’ right. “Well, well, well… Look who it is. The elusive James Rumancek. You pulled a fucking Houdini on me this summer, man.” JC said teasingly, punching his friend’s arm lightly.	a game but it’s not fair. I break the rules, so I don’t care. So I keep doing my own thing, Walkin’ tall against the rain.”" —From “Run This Town” by Jay Z Feat. Rihanna & Kanye West \|\| NAME \|\| Jameson Chandler Radley J.C., Radley \|\| GENDER \|\| Male \|\| AGE \|\| 17 \| Scorpio \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth (Senior) \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Closeted Bisexual (But in everyone’s eyes he’s straight as a pole) \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Playing the field, breaking hearts along the way. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| The first thing you notice about JC is his height: standing at a towering 6'4" thanks to the Radley genes his father had passed onto him. His light-skinned frame is consistent with his lean, broad-shouldered and slightly muscular build. Shaggy black, curly hair covers the top of his head, with a few dark lock occasionally falling on his forehead. A pair of thick eyebrows frame a pair of permanently sleepy-looking brown eyes, decorated by eternal dark circles originated from sleepless nights and drug use. A broad-tipped nose is at the center, and under it sit a pair of full lips. His strong jaw sports a very low and neatly-kept, almost stubble-like beard and mustache that give him an unkempt but very attractive look. He has a preference on wearing slim-fitted T-shirts, leather jackets, jeans, Converse or boots, everything on dark or muted colors. Underneath his shirt hides the outline of abs, with that line of body hair that starts under his navel and goes straight down that drives women crazy. \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| The Good: Charming \| Quiet \| Passionate \|Intense Lover \| Chill \| Easy-Going \| Upfront \| Loyal \| Structured \| Meticulous The Bad Sarcastic \| Deceitful \| Hot-Headed \| Emotionally Closed-off \| Trust and Commitment Issues \|Holds Grudges Like Crazy, And Forever \| Violent & Confrontational (but only if you really push him to the edge or cause any harm or stress to his brother.) \|\| QUIRKS \|\| Uses sex as a sort of ‘escape’ when he’s feeling overwhelmed Sits with his hands crossed behind his head and leaning back. Runs a finger through his hair when nervous, flirting or frustrated. Will throw kisses at women he wants to bang. Smokes pot to sleep every night. Is ALWAYS with his earphones plugged in, listening to music (except in class). Even when being talked to by someone other than his brother, he will keep one of his earphones plugged into his ear. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Smoking (either pot of cigarettes) Listening to music Spending time in the forest, under the cover of the trees Spending time with his brother. Think about anything and everything \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| Likes: Sex Drugs (has a preference for pot, LSD, molly, and the occasional coke line) Rock & Roll Cold Weather Being Alone His Brother and Half-Sisters Money Dislikes: People teasing or bullying his brother His parents (but more so his father) Feeling lonely Pop and mainstream music Hangovers Clingy Women The low after drugs Nosy people \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Frederick Radley \| Father \| Wall Street Banker \| FC: Adam Driver Olivia Christianson (Formerly Olivia Radley) \| Mother \| Head of the HR Department \| FC: Joanne Froggatt Jasper Xavier Radley \| Younger Brother \| Sophomore at Delbrook \| FC: Nat Wolff Hannah Nichole Radley \| Oldest Half-Sister \| FC: Sophia Stevens Hayley Nichole Radley- Older Half-Sister \| Personal Assistant to the editor-in-chief of Vogue fashion magazine \| FC: Chloe Bridges \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| An elegant, spacious 3-bedroom home perfect for him, his brother and their mother. They moved into the home right after the divorce between Frederick and Olivia was officialized, as the now three-person family felt like a new house was needed in order to make a proper fresh start. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| A 1959 Ferrari 250 GT LWB California Spyder that was given to JC as a sixteenth birthday gift from his father: the car of the young man’s dreams. Even if he deeply resents his father, he very much appreciates the gift and is extremely jealous and careful of his vehicle. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Can You Feel My Heart I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I'll sink. I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| JC will sometimes lurk around school grounds until maybe half an hour after school’s out, waiting for potential ‘clients’ looking for some late buys before heading out. \|\| OTHER \|\| Anything else you wanna say.
3,855	87	10	19	1,003	qυιnтen ezra rυмanceĸ Ezra half-smiled towards Sky at her response and decided she probably wanted to be left alone, considering the manner of her reply and the fact she'd never been one for conversation in the years prior. He half turned back to Elizabeth, smirking. "So, you ready for this shit to begin?" Ezra hadn't realized the teacher sitting behind the computer screen just a few feet away was listening to student conversations until he cleared her throat with a peak over the desktop at him with a raised brow. Ezra ducked his head slightly and mouthed 'Sorry, sir' before turning back to his friend with a sheepish grin. "My bad," he mumbled with a chuckle. jaмeѕ тanner rυмanceĸ James hadn't heard any footsteps, even as his friend grew closer and closer. In fact, James was almost dozing off when a fist smacked into his arm along with a familiar voice. With a charming grin, James lifted his head and laughed. "I'm sorry man. I sent a letter.. must have written the wrong address. I never remember the street name right, you know that. And to top it all off, soon as we got up into Canada, my fucking phone broke, dude. I really am sorry, though. Missed your punk ass!" James reached over quick and returned fire, hitting his friend in the arm. "As if I'd ever purposefully stop talking to you." He gave his friend a look before glancing around the room, then back at JC. "Hey, did you happen to see Jules on the way in? I haven't seen her since getting back, and she hasn't been here all morning. Really hope she's not too mad at me. I don't need problems to start this damn school year off." James looked at the door one more time before shifting in his chair to stretch and slouch back in his seat, rubbing his already reddened eyes. elιzaвeтн мarιe мιĸaelѕon Elizabeth shook her head at Ezra and waved her finger at him before she slowly rose from her seat, leaving her notebook on the desk to keep her spot. She walked over to the teacher and was going to ask him about how his summer had gone. Elizabeth had been quite acquainted with Mr. Mitchell having been his student aid the year before. As she got behind the desk, though, the late bell rang out through the small classroom. With a smile, she returned to her seat quickly as Mr. Mitchell rose from his own and came to the front of the class. Elizabeth sat up in her seat and nudged Ezra's arm that he was currently slouched on, forcing him to sit upright, as well. The room was laid out like a small college class, the only drawback being the uncomfortable high school desks. Four rows of seats with four tables in each row, every table seating two students each although not all the seats are ever full for most homeroom classes. Mr. Mitchell had minimal decorations on the wall, but as he went on to introduce himself he also let the class know that soon not only would the walls be covered in classwork but so would their desks. Mr. Mitchell was an Honors English teacher, and the class periods he had off near the end of the day, another teacher basically rented out his room to teach her art class in. His walls would be filled with both drawn and written pieces of work, the desks would occasionally have artwork from the classes of the day before that were in need of drying. "In a short time, I will be taking you over to the football field for the festivities. Most, if not all of you, have been here in the previous years and have heard the long speeches our Vice Principle and Counselors have given. You know what's expected of you. For those of you who are new here, don't worry, you'll get your own chance to sit through the exciting 'Welcome to Delbrook Academy!' speech soon, but you will go after the younger classes have had their fair share. I'll have to hunt you down on the field and send you off. I do apologize ahead of time. No one deserves to have that much fun for themselves," he looked out at the students he knew were returning previous students, mouthing behind his hand as if hiding it from the new kids, 'It's NOT fun!' cutting his hand across his throat with a smirk. "But seriously, though, everyone's gotta go through it and it's best to just get it over with as soon as possible. Today will be a pretty boring day for you Seniors, anyway. You all don't need the coaching and full bar of details like the little fresh-meats, I mean, freshman kids do. So, for now, just sit tight until we hear the next bell, and then I'll take you guys on over. Shouldn't be more than 5 more minutes, they're just giving teachers a chance to take roll. I'll be taking roll once I get you all to the field, as well as after when we are to return back to the classroom. I know some of you guys will want to venture off and maybe even try ditching school, but just because it's the first day doesn't mean you're getting off the hook easy, alright? Best behaviors, yes?" He gave a soft smile along with an eyebrow raised as if to say the only answer he'd better hear was a 'yes'. With that, he turned back towards his desk and sat down, clicking and typing away at the glowing thing.	QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK Face Claim: Logan Lerman “тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower Be A Simple Kind of Man \|\| NAME \|\| Quinten Ezra Rumancek. Prefers to go by Ezra, just so you know. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Strictly heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I stand tall for my age, at 6'0" and weigh roughly 173 lbs. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft gray, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arms open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, splitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar." Be Something You Love and Understand \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Respectful -Loyal -Hard Working -Generous -Persistant -Kind-Hearted -Boorish at times -Observant \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| →Lacrosse → Roping cattle → Playing acoustic guitar → Journaling → Singing - Baritone (loves to sing A capella) → Bareback / Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW, XboxOne for Rainbow Six Siege, Star Wars: Battlefront, & Black Ops 1 → Eating...? → Breathing... → Netflix....? \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Jeeps + Dogs + Soccer & Baseball + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf. Won't You Do This For Me Son, If You Can? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Toddler Sister ✦ Josephine Marie Rumancek ✦ Being sassy, just like her mother. smirks and grunts when their mom smacks him on the shoulder →Twin Brother ✦ James Tanner Rumancek ✦ 12th Grade, same as me →Older Brother ✦ Cameron Dak Rumancek ✦ Deceased, Ex-Army → Mother ✦ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ✦ Works at Culver's Grocery as Asst. Manager → Father ✦ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ✦ Navy SEAL, Deployed on Mission →Family Dog ✦ Sadie ✦ Watching over Bella, most likely. She's totally Mother Hen with her. \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Our house is a 4-bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, 2 story place with a basement as well as a very airy attic. Both of which have been turned into bedrooms. My bedroom is upstairs in the attic, whereas James has taken up residence in the basement. It's not your average basement. It's been renovated to look like an actual bedroom with his own half of a bathroom. Around the backside of the house, we have a very nice pool with a diving board and slide. Both front and back lawns are nice and green. There's also an old tree house in the back, up one of our old trees, but no one has gone in it in years. It was a surprise from our dad when we were 5. He came back home from deployment, him and a few buddies of his built it and he sat up inside it to surprise us when we climbed up to investigate our new 'castle in the sky'. It was quite a magical time, back then.. when dad was actually happy to come home and see us. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I own a Jeep Rubicon. My grandpa got it for me when I got my permit shortly after my birthday." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no! \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| "I'm on the school's Lacrosse team and I play an Attacker position. I'm also Team Captain. I used to play soccer in freshman year, and was on the Swim Team both Sophomore and Junior year while I played Lacrosse, too. Worked my way up the totem pole, so to speak." \|\| OTHER \|\| I don't know what else to say.. ask me anything, though! I'm an open book! Relations Form \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "He can be a little quick on the draw but all-in-all he's a good kid. Earn his trust and respect, he'd take a bullet for you. That's my brother for 'ya." James and Quinten are twins, how much closer can they get? They've grown up in the same household but have led two completely separate lives. While Quinten became strong and outgoing, James turned more recluse and wears his emotions practically on his sleeve. The two brothers couldn't be any more different but nevertheless, they've always been close. Nothing could come between them. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Mikaelson? She's a badass, honestly. I'm glad she went for ROTC instead of Lacrosse cause she could easily show me up! Lauren is one of those who could play any sport and just dominate it. She remains a good friend of mine. Almost like a sister, really." At one point in their 7th-grade year, Quinten and Elizabeth had gone out on a few dates after they questioned if their close friendship could be any more than friends. That and all their friends who had said on multiple occasions that they'd be a perfect couple. After a few dates, they decided it was best to stay just friends. Both still hold a special compartment in their hearts for each other. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "I've seen Molly around. I know she helps my brother out, here and there. She seems like a chill person, but we've not talked much more besides in-class." Quinten and Molly haven't ever really been close, but at least nice enough to call each other friendly acquaintances. Quinn has heard several rumors spread about her over the years on campus, and he's always quick to defend her. Just because someone who's beautiful and comfortable with herself to be who she wants to be, people have to talk shit just to make themselves feel better about their own appearances or attitudes. People should be more concerned about their character than their reputation, because their character is who they really are, while their reputation is merely what others think they are. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "JC is cool people. Him and my brother are pretty close. I was happy to see Jimmy find a like-minded person such as JC to hang out with. I really like that guy, though. Didn't have to ask him twice to just call me 'Ezra'. Some people, man it takes them ages. Not that kid. Sometimes I kind of wonder about those two, but so far nothing has happened yet. Still got my bets on it, though. Mark my words." Quinten has always been partial to JC due to the fact when Quinn's not directly looking after his brother James, JC keeps his eye on him. Quinten has always treated JC as their equal, like a brother. Quinten would equally defend and fight for JC as he would James. ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON Face Claim: Emma Watson One of the hardest parts of life is learning whether to walk away or try harder. Just A Small Town Girl \|\| NAME \|\| "Elizabeth Marie Mikaelson. My mom used to call me "Emm", or "Lizzy". Ezra still calls me Emm. He's the one one allowed to do that though, besides my Daddy. He hardly ever calls me by name though. Usually just calls me 'kiddo'." \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. Obviously.. \|\| AGE \|\| 17-years-young! \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Whatever floats my boat! \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single as a pringle. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Natural dirty-blonde, standing at just 5'6" with an average, semi-athletic build. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown just like her grandmothers were. She looks much like her mother, and acts like her, too. The only thing about her that she got from her father was his ears, which remain hidden behind her hair that flows down just past her shoulders. Living in a Lonely World \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Quirky -Out-Going -Lovable -Considerate -Athletic -Happy-Go-Lucky -Friendly -Loyal -Conscientious -Open-Minded -Observant -Dependable -Humble \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monolog but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monolog or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual." \|\| HOBBIES \|\| → Cooking → Horse-back Riding → Singing - Alto → Reading → Drawing → Photography → Dancing → Writing Poetry → Dog-Walking → Online Gaming → Online Role Playing → Fishing → Camping → Mudding → Quad Riding → Dirt Bike Racing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Competitive Sports + Texting + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Guys with Beards + Tattoos - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Abusers - Make-Up - Annoying People She Took the Midnight Train Going ANYWHERE \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| →Father ✦ Shane Davis Mikaelson ✦ Contractor →Mother ✦ Marie Mikaelson ✦ Deceased →12-year-old Brother ✦ Dakota Ellis Mikaelson ✦ Private School that grandpa pays for. I declined the Private school offer. Dakota prefers it because of a deformity he's had since birth. →Family Cat ✦ 'Mad-Eye' Moody ..my brother named him, okay! I swear. ✦ Probably terrorizing some birds out back →My Dog ✦ Fly ✦ Attempts to herd Benny but fails terribly. She's great at catching a frisbee, though. Sometimes catches the gophers out back, too! She's quick →My Quarter Horse ✦ Benny "The Jet", after the cute boy from the movie Sandlot ✦ Barrel Racing with me! \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| This is the place I call home. Not much to look at, but it's where I've grown up all my life. It's only a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. Our backyard has an old beat-up swing and play set that used to be mine as a kid. On the side of the house in the concrete of the dog-run, my father's, mother's and my handprints with our names and the year 1999 are imprinted into it. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| I own a Brat-Style Sportster. Dad helped me buy it this past school year. I've also got my dirt bike, which is street legal, if I need it. \|\| FAVORITE SONGS \|\| It Pleases You by Moises Navarro I come, I come I come tonight to yield my right I give you my life as a gift of offering like the one that you gave me It may not make a difference It may not change a single life It may not move a single storm But it pleases you It pleases you x3 Superman by Moises Navarro On a sweet Sunday morning 14 seconds ago I was only moments from my 15 minutes of fame I broke into a million pieces Each piece a thousand creases a memory in my heart looking up at the stars cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous You're Not Alone by Saosin She's just like him Spoiled rotten confused by the life she's been fed And she's searching for no one (but herself) Her eyes turn to green And she seems to be happy that she is her And this time I think you'll know You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out You will live to tell You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out] I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Jasmine Thompson Love of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light Or tunnels, to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield I see the girl I want to be Riding bare-back, care-free Along the shore If only that someone was me Jumping head-first, head-long Without a thought To act and down the consequence How I wish it could be that easy But fear surrounds me like a fence I want to break free All I want is the wind in my hair To face the fear, but not feel scared Oooh, wild horses I want to be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to I want to run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses, oh. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| Competitive dirt bike racing, as well as barrel racing. \|\| OTHER \|\| This is my riding gear when I race my dirt bike. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "Ezra. Most know him by his official first name, but he actually prefers to go by his middle name. Ezra and I go back to 3rd grade. He likes to downplay our friendship sometimes because he doesn't want to hear the things we gave in to 5 years back. He's my best friend, and without him, honestly I probably wouldn't be here. He saved me from myself back in Freshman year. I owe him everything." Elizabeth has always loved Quinten like a brother, especially after he was the one to make the decision that they were better friends. She felt she'd never find a better friend, and has done nearly everything to keep hiim in her life.. not that it took much. \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "James and I go as far back as Ezra and I, but I never got too close to him. He tends to be very picky on who he gets close to. For what it's worth, though, he's a good guy." James and Elizabeth are friendly and have a certain trust and respest for another, but they're not close. Never have been and most likely never will be. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's real nice and super smart, but I think a lot of people underestimate her just because of her looks. As if there's anything wrong with her? I think others are just jealous, honestly." Elizabeth and Molly haven't spent much time in each other's presence, but a smile or a wave every so often is exchanged from the halways or across the classrooms. At least from Lauren's side. She's always tried being friendly with the girl but gives her her space, as well. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "Radley? Aw, 'Boo'. That boy is a classic. If I could frame him and keep him forever, I would. He's such a free spirit. I honestly envy him. And holy cow, have you seen his car?! It's a beauty! That thing friggin' purrs!" Elizabeth and JC have always been quite friendly. At one point Elizabeth had a major crush on the poor guy but she quickly got over it (not because he isn't cute, she just started liking someone else at that time). He remains a nice guy, and a good friend, in her eyes. The friendship seems to come full circle since she's best friends with Quinten and JC is best friends with the brother, James. JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK "Who are you to judge the life I live? I am not perfect and I don't have to be! Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." -Bob Marley They Can't Tell Me Who To Be, Cause I'm Not What They See \|\| NAME \|\| James Tanner Rumancek. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. Hello? Open your damn eyes, man. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. Just a few minutes younger than my brother. He loves to remind me. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Has a past being bi, but has since leaned more towards girls the last year and a half. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA? \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "Take a good look. Better yet, take a picture. It lasts longer." Colton is 6'2" weighing roughly 167lbs of nearly pure muscle. He maintains an athletic build. His hair is dark brown, nearly black in certain light, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey but turn a green-dominant hazel when he cries or is on the verge of it. Like stated previously, he does have a massive burn scar on his left hand from falling into a fire pit as a child. He typically wears a bandanna tied over it when at school. Yeah the World Is Still Sleepin', While I Keep On Dreamin' For Me \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Rebel -Loyal -Trustworthy -Caring -Protective -Sarcastic (sometimes in wrong ways) -Bipolar, at times -Explosive temper -Argumentative -Troublesome -Respectful as long as he feels it's earned -Good guy in bad guy clothing \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning for you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position. Guess I kind of picked that up from ROTC. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| -Sports, mainly Baseball though -Fishing -Hiking -Camping -Raising awareness about PitBulls -Breaking horses \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Baseball and ROTC + Singing, but doesn't broadcast it on account he doesn't like being put on the spot or complimented much. + Dances exceptionally well + Playing air drums + Drinking on occasion + Smoking (weed) as often as he can + Dogs + Night life + Raves + Partying - Cats - Know-It-All types - Mornings - People who look down on him - Change And Their Words Are Just Whispers and Lies That I'll Never Believe \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Quinn already told you, but here's one that he didn't mention. This is my dog. Named after my brother who passed this passed summer. Dak is only 6-months old, but I've trained him well, every single day. →Personal Dog ✦ Dak ✦ He's the household guard dog, but he's also got a big ol' soft heart. He only attacks on command or when provoked. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I have a truck of my own. Got my permit this year! My brother left it for me because he knew I always admired it. He used to have me help him work on it, years ago. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice I drive your truck I roll every window down and I burn up every back road in this town I find a field I tear it up till all the pain's a cloud of dust Yeah sometimes I drive your truck. I've cussed, I've prayed I've said goodbye shook my fist and asked God 'Why?' These days when I'm missing you this much I drive your truck. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| I play Baseball, on a travel ball team, though. Not for Delbrook. Delbrook's team is good, I just don't like Coach very much. \|\| OTHER \|\| Uhhh, yeah..not much to tell, really. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "That's my brother. Obviously, since 'Rumancek' isn't exactly a common last name." No matter what, even if they were to fight, James would always have Quinten's back and protect him at all costs. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "She's nice. Crazy good at sports. Girl could pick up anything at the drop of a hat!" As stated previously, James and Elizabeth have never been close but they trust each other enough to rely on one another if necessary. At one point, James had a minor crush on Elizabeth but it didn't last long. This also had happened back when Quinten and James first met the girl. As kids, they were like the Three Musketeers but as time went on, James started to pull himself from their little group and began to do things on his own. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's my kinda' crazy. Hanging out with her is.. interesting, to say the least! She knows how to brighten up a party. Hell, she brings the party, more than half the time. And in more ways than one. She hooks me up with the best shit. I can always count on her for a feel-good." James and Molly have maintained a nice friendship, and have since mainly been hangout-buddies every now and again, but mostly have a buyer/dealer relationship. Both enjoy getting high, and what better than having a partner in crime to get high with? Getting high alone isn't too bad, but having another body to veg-out with just makes it all the more better. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "My son! Haha, get it? James-son... nevermind. That guy has always had my back. I love that dude. Nothing he could do could make me leave! He's been an amazing friend and I couldn't ask for a better one. He was real accepting of me when I started my sexual adventures, and hasn't left my side since. I'm glad I haven't scared him away... yet. Haha." James and JC have always been close, seemed as though they just clicked from the start of things. JC has always been James' go-to, besides his own brother, of course. Nothing separates these two. Quinten and James' mom jokes around often that it was JC and James who were the twins rather than James and Quinten. You'll hardly see one without the other.
3,856	87	11	1,611	644	"If by 'excited for today' you mean excited for today to be over so that I can go home and take a nap, then definitely." Kira yawned as she lifted her head from the desk, silently watching as more and more kids filed through the doors and into the classroom. Like her mother, Kira was definitely not a morning person. If she didn't get at least nine hours of sleep, which she seldom did, then there was a strong possibility that she'd be in a slump until lunch time rolled around. After a couple of minutes, two boys, presumably brothers, entered the room, one of them choosing to take a seat in the corner, and the other in the center of the room. "How you girls doin' today? Nice mornin', don'tcha think?" One of the brothers said, and it took every ounce of strength in Kira's body to keep her from rolling her eyes. What was up with everyone around here being so god damn perky this early in the morning? Instead of making a smart comment, however, Kira just opted to mutter a quick "sure" and slightly tilt her head forward. Once Elizabeth entered the room, Kira offered a small smile and wave, remembering the girl from the previous school year. After a little while, the late bell rang through the school and class finally started. Mr. Mitchell, their honors English teacher, stood at the front of the class. Unfortunately, Kira hadn't had the chance to listen to this 'Welcome to Delbrook Academy' speech the year before, so she didn't know exactly what to expect. Judging by the teacher and fellow student's groans and eye-rolls, however, she could tell that it would be a drag. She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her social media feeds until the release bell rang, and afterwards followed the herd of Seniors towards the field.	{"Greatness exists in all of us."} \|\| NAME \|\| Kira Griffin. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| Eighteen. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Pansexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Kira stands at a mere five feet, four inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are also well defined and toned as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. She prefers to keep her hair in protective styles (braids, weaves, wigs, etc.), which allow her hair to grow longer and healthier. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. Her eyes are fringed with long, thick lashes. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses because she was told that they complement her well. She has a short, delicate nose and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped; she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with a clear lip gloss. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Kira's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by her father. She has helix and lobe piercings in both of her ears, and a septum piercing in her nose. She has a small piercing on her lower back, but plans on getting more in the future. \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Calm • Quiet • Observant • Motivated • Opinionated • Quick-Tempered Kira is a seemingly calm and quiet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. Kira is also very observant, and tends to notice things about her surroundings that others may not. It's very easy for her to read and/or figure out other people. Kira is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. Kira has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When she gets nervous, she tends to tap her fingers on whatever surface is near (or she'll settle for her leg,) or she'll chew on the inside of her lip. Has a faint New York accent Snorts when laughing Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Basketball ("I only play so I can earn a scholarship.") Reading/Writing Dancing Smoking Weed ("Just to calm my nerves.") Playing COD on her PS4 until three in the morning. \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Basketball + Silence + 90's Hip-Hop/Rap + Laughing until it absolutely hurts + Peanut Buttery/Salty Candies - Chocolate Candies - Dishonesty - ALL. COUNTRY. MUSIC. - Hospitals - Ignorance \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Ashanti Griffin \| Mother \| Pharmacist \| FC: Jada Pinkett Smith \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Home Kira and her mother live in a moderate sized home; it's just big enough for the two of them and very affordable. Consists of two bedrooms, one bathroom, and decently sized kitchen and living room. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Until she can put away enough money to buy a car, she's stuck either riding the bus or bicycling. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Keep Ya Head Up - 2Pac Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things'll get brighter \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Kira is on the girls' basketball team. She also participates in book club. Every now and then she'll visit a dance studio (not the school's) to take a few Hip-Hop classes. \|\| OTHER \|\| Kira moved to Texas in the beginning of the year because her mother decided that it was "time for a change."
3,857	87	12	146	276	Sky looked up at the teacher and rolled her eyes. Great, she will have to listen to the Vice Principle's speech again. She simply didn't understand why they had to listen to it each year. Her eyes were drawn to the clock at the back of the classroom. For some reason the topic of time seemed interesting to her and how humans cared about it so much that they needed to have everything planned or scheduled. It seemed foolish to her. Muting her phone she began to scroll through the art forums, waiting for the 5 minutes to pass. When the bell rang, Sky stuffed her phone into her satchel and wanly followed the class outside onto the field. She looked around. The field looked the same as last year. Sky sighed and run her hand through her short brown hair. She hoped that she would last this tiresome and tedious year.	Skyler Novina "Life's a canvas. Paint it your own way." - Me Basic Information \|\| NAME \|\| Skyler, Sky/Skye for short. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| 16. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Straight. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| 'I usually wear purple or blue t-shirts along with shorts and leggins. I wear little make-up. I do wear a lot of jewellery. I have a tattoo of the night sky on my back. My height is averege-64.4.I weight 62.5 kg. There's a scar on my arm.' Who am I? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Shy, easily angered, smart (but gullible/naive) and artistically talented \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When angry,she throws things at people. When trying to insult someone she calls them random things e.x. "Chicken Pencil!" \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Drawing Reading Writing Designing Things Martial Arts Voice Acting Observing the night sky \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Books + Writing + Science + Smoking + Kind people + Astronomy + Listing to music - People who hurt others - People who hurt animals - Criminals - Her anger issues Personal Stuff \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Mother - Angela Williams-Novina - Doctor Father - Ron Novina - Car Mechanic Older Brother - Alastair Novina - Student at a university \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live in simple flat with 3 bedrooms. My bedroom is usually locked when I'm in there, since I enjoy the privacy of it. The living room has brown walls with a white carpet covering the floor and black furniture. Me and my brother weren't allowed in there when we were young since we could've we could've dirtied the carpet " \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Doesn't have one, but wants a navy colored one. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Headphones - Britt Nicole She gave it her best She tried to fit in She tried to be cool But she never could win Her mom says she's great The kids think she's weird Honestly she wish she could disappear \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| She attends the martial arts classes after school. During the weekends she helps her dad in his job. She sometimes babysits kids. \|\| OTHER \|\| She has anger issues and is easily manipulated. Smokes. Knows how to speak Polish. She's usually spaced out.
3,858	87	13	1,570	4,043	Strolling from the parking lot to her first classroom, Molly had taken the most out of the way path to homeroom that she could muster out without being late. She had been attending this school for far too long, and knew every path way and every nook and cranny along the way. Eventually Molly made her way to her homeroom classroom. She spot several familiar faces nodding and smiling at them but not fully engaging conversation with them. Taking a seat she listened to the conversations around her, smirking at some of the exchanges as people suddenly "remembered" what it was like to be in school, and what their so called "friends" had been up to. Mr. Mitchell made his grand appearance speech and expressed to us how this room was going to work. Molly took a look at the walls and imagined how by the end of the year they would be filled to the brim with art work. Cool. The girl ran a hand over her mess of a hair, smoothing down any fly aways that had crept up. With the sound of the bell she strolled off with the other seniors, towards the field to see what festivities would be in store for them this year. She also kept an eye out for any new female customers she would be obtaining this year.	I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍ sɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɪɴᴇ & ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ. I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ sᴏ I ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ \|\| NAME \|\| Molly Rossi, nicknamed Momo by some. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| Sixteen. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Molly is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for school, or left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of brown, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done. I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate. Molly is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Mo just wants the best for everyone and herself. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| Nightowl Doesn't know how to ride a bike Chews her nails when she is nervous Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her backpack \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Smoking weed Listening to music Avoiding being grounded Doodling on her legs with pen \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Art + Spending time with her friends + Dancing until her legs ache + Taking naps during all times of the day + Sending photos on snapchat of random body parts - Carrying a purse or bag - When people don't know how to relax - Early mornings for school when she hasn't slept at all - Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries or pizza - Quadruple texting people when they don't respond fast enough \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| Molly is the only daughter of Nicole Rossi; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at Delbrook Academy by day. Which is one of the many reasons why Molly attends Delbrook in the first place, for her mom to keep a watchful eye on her. Plus, because her grandmother's home is in the school district. Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Molly tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors and even college freshman when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively average grades and even landing a spot on the varsity volleyball and dance team. I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜɴ ɪɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴍᴀ's ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Dad - David Rossi - Unknown Mom - Nicole Rossi - Musician/Janitor Grandma - Linda Davis - Retired Teacher \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| The Rossi's live in a single family split home not too far from the school. Molly's grandma takes pride in the front yard and makes sure it's mowed, edged, and filled with flowers, often. The house has only two bedrooms, so Molly has to sleep on the couch in the basement. It's definitely a well used and worn home. It was kind of the only thing the two could do, after Molly's dad left. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| No car yet, walks to school or takes bus usually. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Moments - Tove Lo I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen But I have my moments, I have my moments Not the flawless one, I've never been But I have my moments, I have my moments I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don'ts But on good days I am charming as fuck \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Varsity volleyball team Varsity dance team Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ
3,859	87	14	2,452	1,973	Has they made their way onto compass Frisk slips open her phone to check the time and sees what time it was and looks around to see that they need to be on opposite side of the compass. She jumps and looks behind and signs something out to them, "Guys we should hurry we have like 10 minutes and we have to get to the opposite side of the compass." She then grabs them by their arm and pulls on the so that they would hurry up so they could start running to their first class. Chara growls and grabs onto her backpack straps before starting run to their first class pushing a few students out of the way not wanting to be late. "Move at of the way you pipsqueaks!" She growled has she weaves through the crowd in the hall causing a few to move out of the way knowing who she was. Asreil quickly jumps Frisk by her wrist and follows after Chara has fast has she could not wanting to loose her since She knows how to get there better then he does. "CHARA! Wait for us!" He calls out to her as they near the classroom. Once he caught up to Chara with Frisk in tow the bell rings and they were all outside breathing heavily trying to breathe. They all look at each other before nodding their heads and walking into the classroom one behind the other and makes their way to the back of the classroom to the right corner and organised themselves so that they were near each other but they all could still talk to each other. Asreil sat in the corner with Chara in front of him and Frisk next to him.	Chara Dreamurr Do you bleed? I'm not the damsel in distress \|\| NAME \|\| "The Name is Chara Dream. Don't get it wrong!" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm Female, what else could I be. A Flower?" \|\| AGE \|\| "18 and a half" \|\| GRADE \|\| "12th, why does it matter?" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "Wow, you really ask a lot of questions... I'm bisexual but I prefer men" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and I'm happy about it" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I naturally look like this, my cheeks also have natural red circles. The cut scars on my wrist gain in number every month, though. Don't mind my multiple scars, they are normal. I do normally wear a jacket with green sleeves and green hoodie, and the base colour is yellow, I also like wearing black t-shirts and baggy pants with multiple pockets and black boots that go up to my mid calfs that go over my pants. I do normally wear bright red eye contacts" I'm not your best friend or distraught and clueless \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Stubborn ~Easily Aggravated ~Rude ~Unforgiving ~Merciless ~Over protective \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Chara is not like her brother and sister, when she get's mad or when you hurt someone she cares about she shows no mercy and will make you play for what you do, by any means. Literally, anything, if you bully Frisk, Chara will find you and slap you across the face then pin you against a wall and throw mean words right back at you and finish with a bunch in the stomach with her full strength. She doesn't hold back for anything, it would take her whole foster family to hold you back, but even then she would be able to drag them and move a foot every minute. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She has severe depression which is why she cuts herself. ~She is rarely ever happy ~She lashes out at a lot of people \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Fighting ~working out ~Sharpening her pocket knife ~ROTC ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| -hurtful people -Being alone -School +Her foster family +Pain +The sight of blood +Sharp things I'm not like all the rest, just trying to get by \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| ~Frisk ~Asreil ~Tori ~Asgore \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live with my Foster parents but I normally stay in my room that I share with Frisk" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I dream of having a black car with red splatters" I'm the bad guy \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "SHUT UP~! We don't talk about that. You have no right to know. Now go away before I give you a demonstration of what I went through in my past. I'll make it hurt extra too....... Fine, I might as well tell you since I have to but if you tell a soul I will hunt you down. I was and I probably still am normally feared by people which causes me to be pretty lonely but it doesn't phase me that much though and I do have depression and sometimes suicidal thoughts and I has tried to kill myself because of the fact that people are scared of me and me never really knew her birth parents and my adopted parents don't help with it. But every now and then I would open up to only a few people, thus happens rarely, though, for the simple fact of that, I normally get hurt. I may like physical pain, But I hate mental pain." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I'm the bad guy All these former human that you see each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Chara normally spares with a family friend over the weekends and sometimes would be off training with them for weeks or months just to blow off some steam but at home fter school she would dance with her siblings in the living with the help of their parents to move the furniture around so they could have room. \|\| OTHER \|\| "I like sharp things a lot... They can cause pain... Have you seen my wrists yet? Yeah, the pain is great!" Frisk Dreamurr Knowing that somebody you might be as goods as the people you admire... It fills you with, Determination. It started out has a feeling \|\| NAME \|\| Frisk uses sign language to tell you her name "I'm Frisk Dreamurr" \|\| GENDER \|\| Frisk uses sign language "I'm a girl, but I look like a guy most of the time" \|\| AGE \|\| Frisk hold up a piece of paper with the number 17 written on it \|\| GRADE \|\| Frisk holds up a piece of paper with the number 12 written on it \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm Pansexual" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm single but I wish I had someone to love besides my brother and sister \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Frisk signs and continues to sign out everything "I normally wear a purple flannel with either a white t-shirt or tank top and black pants. When I'm really hot I would tie it around my waist. But sometimes I forget to do laundry so I would be a purple sweater with two purple stripes over the chest and some really short jean shorts." Which then grew into a hope \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Kind ~talkative ~caring ~Lovable \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Frisk may not be able to talk, but she loves to talk and she loves caring for people. If you ever got a problem she is the person you should go to wherever you need to. She has always cared for her siblings and everyone she has ever known, including her bullies. Sometimes she would even flirt with them because she could and she likes to flirt with people, Frisk says it's fun. Like how Chara loves to fight is to Frisk loves to flirt. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She's mute so she can't talk but she can hear you \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Cleaning ~reading ~writing ~Practising her sign language ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +Books +GOATS +Asking questions -Cars -Bullies Which then turned into a quiet thought \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Asreil- bro Chara- sis Toriel- mum Asgore- dad \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Frisk shrugs, "Why do you want to know?" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I don't like cars" She signs out Which then turned into a quiet word \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| Frisk gulps "It's a... long story" She signs out nervously, "But I might have well tell you some of it. I can't talk is because of something that happened with my parents. My dad was always really nice and cared for me but he was away at work and my mum only married him because she was a gold digger... And when he was alway she would abuse me, verbally and physically... And she said if I told my dad what she does to me she would try to kill me and my dad. But I ignored my mother and told her and my dad said would divorce her and take me, she didn't take that to well and stabbed my dad to death but she only gave me buckeye poisoning, which paralized my vocal cords... I didn't have the greatest childhood but I loved it and I still loved both my parents even though she might have done those things to me." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye Just because every thing's changing Doesn't mean it's never been this way before All you can do is try to know Who your friends are as you head off to the war \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Frisk spends most of her time at home cleaning just for fun and would also clean other people's house's for 5 dollars a hour or 10 dollars a room depending on the house. Like stated in Chara's she also participates in dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Frisk signs out "I have a pet goat. His name is Sans" Asreil Dreamurr I just want you to remember me like this. Someone that was your friend for a little while. I know there is some hope is this cruel world \|\| NAME \|\| "I'm... Asreil... Asreil Dreamurr... But my siblings call me Azzy" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm pretty sure I'm a guy" \|\| AGE \|\| "I'm 18 and a quarter. I didn't fail a grade... I think" \|\| GRADE \|\| "I'm in twelveth grade this year" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "I like other humans" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and Happy" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I normally wear a Black t-shirt with a little white circle and two wings next to it and there are three triangles under it, it's like the Dreamurr family crest in a way and a pair of navy blue jeans. I do enjoy wearing black pearl earrings every now and then when I don't forget to put them on in the mornings. My hair is naturally this colour, my parents both have this colour hair. I know I'm pale but it's either this shade of skin or sun burnt" Yet you don't stop trying How do you keep smiling? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~quiet ~shy ~outgoing ~smart \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Asreil is very intelligent, he can understand any math problem you give him even if he never learned anything like it, but he is also shy and quiet. He is the definition of an introverted nerd, but when he is with his siblings at home or alone he always has a smile and is enjoying himself the how time, he is only like this with his siblings because of how close he is to them. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~When he is mad he does get violent ~If he is really happy he becomes really jumping, literally, he jumps and hop around ~When he is really tired he tends to say some weird stuff, like sexually weird \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Digital drawing ~Random math problems ~Cooking ~Voice acting ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +His mother butterscotch cinnamon pie +His family +Kind caring people +A good hug -Hateful and cruel people that want to hurt people -Crowds -history -The dark Standing here, in the end, Can't you see I'm your best friend? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Adopted Sister-Chara Dreamurr- She goes to the same school Adopted Sister-Frisk Dreamurr- She also goes to this school Mother- Toriel DReamurr- Stay at home mum Father- Asgore DReamurr- Owner of a some business \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| His house is a calm house not too far from the school, just far enough that they could walk to school. It's a 3 bedroom, 4 bathroom house, painted with warm friendly colours that his mother pictured out decorated with a bright yellow flower in almost each room except the kitchen and main room. The main room leads to the basement where Asreil, Chara, and Frisk would play when they were younger but it's used for storage and it's a giant maze. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Asreil does not have a car and does not need one at the time Stars blazing through the sky it is time to say goodbye \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "I had a great childhood! My mum and dad always got along great. Of course, they would have their fights because my dad would get home late from work and not tell my mum which worried her. I never had very many friends because of my natural hair colour and look. I did get bullied for it but that didn't stop me from being nice to them. I still gave them invited to my birthday parties, valentines presents, Christmas presents, and friendly smiles whenever I would see them. They did hurt me but I don't care, I believe every person is a nice person, They just chose not to show it has much has others. Like Chara!" \|\| THEME SONG \|\| \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Asreil runs a gaming channel and calls himself The God of HyperDeath on there. he does living streams on there too which is how he gets money. When he is not working on videos he would also join in on the dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Don't be surprised if he randomly hugs you after you two get to know each other very well... Chara is over protective of him, so don't hurt him or it will not end well for you at all
3,860	87	15	19	1,003	Interactions With: Mr. Mitchell watched as a few straggling students came wandering into the classroom as if they were invisible. A quick clearing of his throat and a brow raise warned them all that he knew they were there, and they were very much late. Seeing as it was the first day, he took it upon himself not to take any further action than that, though. At the sound of the bell, Mr. Mitchell stood up and chuckled, as he wasn't quite as quick as some of the eager students who were already rushing out of the classroom towards the field. Some knowing exactly where to go and the newer kids just stringing along with the in-crowd. After locking up the room, Mr. Mitchell followed behind his homeroom class and managed to pace ahead of everyone to take the lead of the herd. Once at the field, Mitchell turned on the class and held up a flat hand facing them to motion for them to halt. Once he could see that everyone was watching him, he simply smiled and waved his hand towards the field. "Go on, guys. I won't take roll now, but I better see every one of you back in the classroom after it's all over, ya hear me?" With a few nods and some verbal agreements, he went about his way as did his students to go join the small crowd of seniors that had already made it to the grounds. Many teachers were still holding their students captive to take roll, others like Mr. Mitchell, had just set them free. The carnival was something straight out of the movies. Something like Grease, to be absolutely specific. There was a Ferris wheel, a mirror house, and a 0 gravity ride called Area 51 spread out among a number of carnival games, face painting booths, food trucks and booths galore. The bleachers above the track were littered with small groups of kids huddled together to talk amongst themselves, either too anti-social to get down and join the festivities or the 'too kool for school' types. Yeah, that's right. Cool with a K! At each entrance stood a teacher, as well as a few walking the grounds for good measure but for the most part it was pretty much a free-for-all to wreak the kind of havoc one wouldn't expect to be able to accomplish on the first day. Ezra and Liz began to head towards Area 51 while James made a nearly immediate beeline for the food trucks, hardly even waiting for JC in his haste. James dug in his pants pocket to grab his wallet out, paying for his 2 street tacos and large order of nachos drenched in dark orange cheese. He could have been mistaken for Gollum when he finally gets the ring from Frodo at the end of Return of the King. He had his Precious. James climbed the bleachers and found a spot to sit near the bottom corner closest to the stairs, chowing down on his munchies. Ezra and Liz got into the line for the 0-gravity ride, talking amongst themselves of their summers that they, for the first time since meeting, hadn't spent much of together. The line moved fairly quickly, considering the inside of the ride could fit 20 people or so, but they still hadn't made it in. They were up next, though, and they stood there patiently waiting. Arguing harmlessly about who would get dizzy and fall down first.	QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK Face Claim: Logan Lerman “тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower Be A Simple Kind of Man \|\| NAME \|\| Quinten Ezra Rumancek. Prefers to go by Ezra, just so you know. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Strictly heterosexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I stand tall for my age, at 6'0" and weigh roughly 173 lbs. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft gray, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arms open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, splitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar." Be Something You Love and Understand \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Respectful -Loyal -Hard Working -Generous -Persistant -Kind-Hearted -Boorish at times -Observant \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| →Lacrosse → Roping cattle → Playing acoustic guitar → Journaling → Singing - Baritone (loves to sing A capella) → Bareback / Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW, XboxOne for Rainbow Six Siege, Star Wars: Battlefront, & Black Ops 1 → Eating...? → Breathing... → Netflix....? \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Jeeps + Dogs + Soccer & Baseball + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf. Won't You Do This For Me Son, If You Can? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Toddler Sister ✦ Josephine Marie Rumancek ✦ Being sassy, just like her mother. smirks and grunts when their mom smacks him on the shoulder →Twin Brother ✦ James Tanner Rumancek ✦ 12th Grade, same as me →Older Brother ✦ Cameron Dak Rumancek ✦ Deceased, Ex-Army → Mother ✦ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ✦ Works at Culver's Grocery as Asst. Manager → Father ✦ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ✦ Navy SEAL, Deployed on Mission →Family Dog ✦ Sadie ✦ Watching over Bella, most likely. She's totally Mother Hen with her. \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Our house is a 4-bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, 2 story place with a basement as well as a very airy attic. Both of which have been turned into bedrooms. My bedroom is upstairs in the attic, whereas James has taken up residence in the basement. It's not your average basement. It's been renovated to look like an actual bedroom with his own half of a bathroom. Around the backside of the house, we have a very nice pool with a diving board and slide. Both front and back lawns are nice and green. There's also an old tree house in the back, up one of our old trees, but no one has gone in it in years. It was a surprise from our dad when we were 5. He came back home from deployment, him and a few buddies of his built it and he sat up inside it to surprise us when we climbed up to investigate our new 'castle in the sky'. It was quite a magical time, back then.. when dad was actually happy to come home and see us. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I own a Jeep Rubicon. My grandpa got it for me when I got my permit shortly after my birthday." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no! \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| "I'm on the school's Lacrosse team and I play an Attacker position. I'm also Team Captain. I used to play soccer in freshman year, and was on the Swim Team both Sophomore and Junior year while I played Lacrosse, too. Worked my way up the totem pole, so to speak." \|\| OTHER \|\| I don't know what else to say.. ask me anything, though! I'm an open book! Relations Form \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "He can be a little quick on the draw but all-in-all he's a good kid. Earn his trust and respect, he'd take a bullet for you. That's my brother for 'ya." James and Quinten are twins, how much closer can they get? They've grown up in the same household but have led two completely separate lives. While Quinten became strong and outgoing, James turned more recluse and wears his emotions practically on his sleeve. The two brothers couldn't be any more different but nevertheless, they've always been close. Nothing could come between them. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Mikaelson? She's a badass, honestly. I'm glad she went for ROTC instead of Lacrosse cause she could easily show me up! Lauren is one of those who could play any sport and just dominate it. She remains a good friend of mine. Almost like a sister, really." At one point in their 7th-grade year, Quinten and Elizabeth had gone out on a few dates after they questioned if their close friendship could be any more than friends. That and all their friends who had said on multiple occasions that they'd be a perfect couple. After a few dates, they decided it was best to stay just friends. Both still hold a special compartment in their hearts for each other. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "I've seen Molly around. I know she helps my brother out, here and there. She seems like a chill person, but we've not talked much more besides in-class." Quinten and Molly haven't ever really been close, but at least nice enough to call each other friendly acquaintances. Quinn has heard several rumors spread about her over the years on campus, and he's always quick to defend her. Just because someone who's beautiful and comfortable with herself to be who she wants to be, people have to talk shit just to make themselves feel better about their own appearances or attitudes. People should be more concerned about their character than their reputation, because their character is who they really are, while their reputation is merely what others think they are. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "JC is cool people. Him and my brother are pretty close. I was happy to see Jimmy find a like-minded person such as JC to hang out with. I really like that guy, though. Didn't have to ask him twice to just call me 'Ezra'. Some people, man it takes them ages. Not that kid. Sometimes I kind of wonder about those two, but so far nothing has happened yet. Still got my bets on it, though. Mark my words." Quinten has always been partial to JC due to the fact when Quinn's not directly looking after his brother James, JC keeps his eye on him. Quinten has always treated JC as their equal, like a brother. Quinten would equally defend and fight for JC as he would James. ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON Face Claim: Emma Watson One of the hardest parts of life is learning whether to walk away or try harder. Just A Small Town Girl \|\| NAME \|\| "Elizabeth Marie Mikaelson. My mom used to call me "Emm", or "Lizzy". Ezra still calls me Emm. He's the one one allowed to do that though, besides my Daddy. He hardly ever calls me by name though. Usually just calls me 'kiddo'." \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. Obviously.. \|\| AGE \|\| 17-years-young! \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Whatever floats my boat! \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single as a pringle. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Natural dirty-blonde, standing at just 5'6" with an average, semi-athletic build. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown just like her grandmothers were. She looks much like her mother, and acts like her, too. The only thing about her that she got from her father was his ears, which remain hidden behind her hair that flows down just past her shoulders. Living in a Lonely World \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Quirky -Out-Going -Lovable -Considerate -Athletic -Happy-Go-Lucky -Friendly -Loyal -Conscientious -Open-Minded -Observant -Dependable -Humble \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monolog but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monolog or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual." \|\| HOBBIES \|\| → Cooking → Horse-back Riding → Singing - Alto → Reading → Drawing → Photography → Dancing → Writing Poetry → Dog-Walking → Online Gaming → Online Role Playing → Fishing → Camping → Mudding → Quad Riding → Dirt Bike Racing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Competitive Sports + Texting + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Guys with Beards + Tattoos - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Abusers - Make-Up - Annoying People She Took the Midnight Train Going ANYWHERE \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| →Father ✦ Shane Davis Mikaelson ✦ Contractor →Mother ✦ Marie Mikaelson ✦ Deceased →12-year-old Brother ✦ Dakota Ellis Mikaelson ✦ Private School that grandpa pays for. I declined the Private school offer. Dakota prefers it because of a deformity he's had since birth. →Family Cat ✦ 'Mad-Eye' Moody ..my brother named him, okay! I swear. ✦ Probably terrorizing some birds out back →My Dog ✦ Fly ✦ Attempts to herd Benny but fails terribly. She's great at catching a frisbee, though. Sometimes catches the gophers out back, too! She's quick →My Quarter Horse ✦ Benny "The Jet", after the cute boy from the movie Sandlot ✦ Barrel Racing with me! \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| This is the place I call home. Not much to look at, but it's where I've grown up all my life. It's only a 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. Our backyard has an old beat-up swing and play set that used to be mine as a kid. On the side of the house in the concrete of the dog-run, my father's, mother's and my handprints with our names and the year 1999 are imprinted into it. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| I own a Brat-Style Sportster. Dad helped me buy it this past school year. I've also got my dirt bike, which is street legal, if I need it. \|\| FAVORITE SONGS \|\| It Pleases You by Moises Navarro I come, I come I come tonight to yield my right I give you my life as a gift of offering like the one that you gave me It may not make a difference It may not change a single life It may not move a single storm But it pleases you It pleases you x3 Superman by Moises Navarro On a sweet Sunday morning 14 seconds ago I was only moments from my 15 minutes of fame I broke into a million pieces Each piece a thousand creases a memory in my heart looking up at the stars cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous cause I wanted to fly like superman does and feel tremendous You're Not Alone by Saosin She's just like him Spoiled rotten confused by the life she's been fed And she's searching for no one (but herself) Her eyes turn to green And she seems to be happy that she is her And this time I think you'll know You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out You will live to tell You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out] I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Jasmine Thompson Love of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light Or tunnels, to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield I see the girl I want to be Riding bare-back, care-free Along the shore If only that someone was me Jumping head-first, head-long Without a thought To act and down the consequence How I wish it could be that easy But fear surrounds me like a fence I want to break free All I want is the wind in my hair To face the fear, but not feel scared Oooh, wild horses I want to be like you Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to I want to run with the wild horses Run with the wild horses, oh. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| Competitive dirt bike racing, as well as barrel racing. \|\| OTHER \|\| This is my riding gear when I race my dirt bike. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "Ezra. Most know him by his official first name, but he actually prefers to go by his middle name. Ezra and I go back to 3rd grade. He likes to downplay our friendship sometimes because he doesn't want to hear the things we gave in to 5 years back. He's my best friend, and without him, honestly I probably wouldn't be here. He saved me from myself back in Freshman year. I owe him everything." Elizabeth has always loved Quinten like a brother, especially after he was the one to make the decision that they were better friends. She felt she'd never find a better friend, and has done nearly everything to keep hiim in her life.. not that it took much. \|\| JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK \|\| "James and I go as far back as Ezra and I, but I never got too close to him. He tends to be very picky on who he gets close to. For what it's worth, though, he's a good guy." James and Elizabeth are friendly and have a certain trust and respest for another, but they're not close. Never have been and most likely never will be. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's real nice and super smart, but I think a lot of people underestimate her just because of her looks. As if there's anything wrong with her? I think others are just jealous, honestly." Elizabeth and Molly haven't spent much time in each other's presence, but a smile or a wave every so often is exchanged from the halways or across the classrooms. At least from Lauren's side. She's always tried being friendly with the girl but gives her her space, as well. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "Radley? Aw, 'Boo'. That boy is a classic. If I could frame him and keep him forever, I would. He's such a free spirit. I honestly envy him. And holy cow, have you seen his car?! It's a beauty! That thing friggin' purrs!" Elizabeth and JC have always been quite friendly. At one point Elizabeth had a major crush on the poor guy but she quickly got over it (not because he isn't cute, she just started liking someone else at that time). He remains a nice guy, and a good friend, in her eyes. The friendship seems to come full circle since she's best friends with Quinten and JC is best friends with the brother, James. JAMES TANNER RUMANCEK "Who are you to judge the life I live? I am not perfect and I don't have to be! Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." -Bob Marley They Can't Tell Me Who To Be, Cause I'm Not What They See \|\| NAME \|\| James Tanner Rumancek. \|\| GENDER \|\| Male. Hello? Open your damn eyes, man. \|\| AGE \|\| 19-years-old. Just a few minutes younger than my brother. He loves to remind me. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth. \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Has a past being bi, but has since leaned more towards girls the last year and a half. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| TBA? \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "Take a good look. Better yet, take a picture. It lasts longer." Colton is 6'2" weighing roughly 167lbs of nearly pure muscle. He maintains an athletic build. His hair is dark brown, nearly black in certain light, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey but turn a green-dominant hazel when he cries or is on the verge of it. Like stated previously, he does have a massive burn scar on his left hand from falling into a fire pit as a child. He typically wears a bandanna tied over it when at school. Yeah the World Is Still Sleepin', While I Keep On Dreamin' For Me \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| -Rebel -Loyal -Trustworthy -Caring -Protective -Sarcastic (sometimes in wrong ways) -Bipolar, at times -Explosive temper -Argumentative -Troublesome -Respectful as long as he feels it's earned -Good guy in bad guy clothing \|\| QUIRKS \|\| → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning for you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position. Guess I kind of picked that up from ROTC. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| -Sports, mainly Baseball though -Fishing -Hiking -Camping -Raising awareness about PitBulls -Breaking horses \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Baseball and ROTC + Singing, but doesn't broadcast it on account he doesn't like being put on the spot or complimented much. + Dances exceptionally well + Playing air drums + Drinking on occasion + Smoking (weed) as often as he can + Dogs + Night life + Raves + Partying - Cats - Know-It-All types - Mornings - People who look down on him - Change And Their Words Are Just Whispers and Lies That I'll Never Believe \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Quinn already told you, but here's one that he didn't mention. This is my dog. Named after my brother who passed this passed summer. Dak is only 6-months old, but I've trained him well, every single day. →Personal Dog ✦ Dak ✦ He's the household guard dog, but he's also got a big ol' soft heart. He only attacks on command or when provoked. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I have a truck of my own. Got my permit this year! My brother left it for me because he knew I always admired it. He used to have me help him work on it, years ago. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice I drive your truck I roll every window down and I burn up every back road in this town I find a field I tear it up till all the pain's a cloud of dust Yeah sometimes I drive your truck. I've cussed, I've prayed I've said goodbye shook my fist and asked God 'Why?' These days when I'm missing you this much I drive your truck. \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY \|\| I play Baseball, on a travel ball team, though. Not for Delbrook. Delbrook's team is good, I just don't like Coach very much. \|\| OTHER \|\| Uhhh, yeah..not much to tell, really. Relations Form \|\| QUINTEN EZRA RUMANCEK \|\| "That's my brother. Obviously, since 'Rumancek' isn't exactly a common last name." No matter what, even if they were to fight, James would always have Quinten's back and protect him at all costs. \|\| ELIZABETH MARIE MIKAELSON \|\| "She's nice. Crazy good at sports. Girl could pick up anything at the drop of a hat!" As stated previously, James and Elizabeth have never been close but they trust each other enough to rely on one another if necessary. At one point, James had a minor crush on Elizabeth but it didn't last long. This also had happened back when Quinten and James first met the girl. As kids, they were like the Three Musketeers but as time went on, James started to pull himself from their little group and began to do things on his own. \|\| MOLLY ROSSI \|\| "She's my kinda' crazy. Hanging out with her is.. interesting, to say the least! She knows how to brighten up a party. Hell, she brings the party, more than half the time. And in more ways than one. She hooks me up with the best shit. I can always count on her for a feel-good." James and Molly have maintained a nice friendship, and have since mainly been hangout-buddies every now and again, but mostly have a buyer/dealer relationship. Both enjoy getting high, and what better than having a partner in crime to get high with? Getting high alone isn't too bad, but having another body to veg-out with just makes it all the more better. \|\| JAMESON CHANDLER RADLEY \|\| "My son! Haha, get it? James-son... nevermind. That guy has always had my back. I love that dude. Nothing he could do could make me leave! He's been an amazing friend and I couldn't ask for a better one. He was real accepting of me when I started my sexual adventures, and hasn't left my side since. I'm glad I haven't scared him away... yet. Haha." James and JC have always been close, seemed as though they just clicked from the start of things. JC has always been James' go-to, besides his own brother, of course. Nothing separates these two. Quinten and James' mom jokes around often that it was JC and James who were the twins rather than James and Quinten. You'll hardly see one without the other.
3,861	87	16	2,452	1,973	Asreil looked at around the festival from where the teacher left confused and curious on where they should go to first. "Hey guys... Where do you like wanna go?" He asked turning towards and looking at them both. Frisk shrugged and turned to Chara and signed something, "Chara you got any ideas on where the hell we can go?" She then looked over at Asreil before looking around from where they were trying to see if she could see anything from where they were standing. Chara shakes her head and crosses her arms and moved out infront of Frisk and started walking towards a collection of weird looking games. "No clue but we might has well look aroumd. Maybe we can fimd something interesting I guess," She says has she pulls on the sleeves of her jacket a bit and walked around slowly looking at everything has they walked past it, "Say something if you see something."	Chara Dreamurr Do you bleed? I'm not the damsel in distress \|\| NAME \|\| "The Name is Chara Dream. Don't get it wrong!" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm Female, what else could I be. A Flower?" \|\| AGE \|\| "18 and a half" \|\| GRADE \|\| "12th, why does it matter?" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "Wow, you really ask a lot of questions... I'm bisexual but I prefer men" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and I'm happy about it" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I naturally look like this, my cheeks also have natural red circles. The cut scars on my wrist gain in number every month, though. Don't mind my multiple scars, they are normal. I do normally wear a jacket with green sleeves and green hoodie, and the base colour is yellow, I also like wearing black t-shirts and baggy pants with multiple pockets and black boots that go up to my mid calfs that go over my pants. I do normally wear bright red eye contacts" I'm not your best friend or distraught and clueless \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Stubborn ~Easily Aggravated ~Rude ~Unforgiving ~Merciless ~Over protective \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Chara is not like her brother and sister, when she get's mad or when you hurt someone she cares about she shows no mercy and will make you play for what you do, by any means. Literally, anything, if you bully Frisk, Chara will find you and slap you across the face then pin you against a wall and throw mean words right back at you and finish with a bunch in the stomach with her full strength. She doesn't hold back for anything, it would take her whole foster family to hold you back, but even then she would be able to drag them and move a foot every minute. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She has severe depression which is why she cuts herself. ~She is rarely ever happy ~She lashes out at a lot of people \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Fighting ~working out ~Sharpening her pocket knife ~ROTC ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| -hurtful people -Being alone -School +Her foster family +Pain +The sight of blood +Sharp things I'm not like all the rest, just trying to get by \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| ~Frisk ~Asreil ~Tori ~Asgore \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| "I live with my Foster parents but I normally stay in my room that I share with Frisk" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I dream of having a black car with red splatters" I'm the bad guy \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "SHUT UP~! We don't talk about that. You have no right to know. Now go away before I give you a demonstration of what I went through in my past. I'll make it hurt extra too....... Fine, I might as well tell you since I have to but if you tell a soul I will hunt you down. I was and I probably still am normally feared by people which causes me to be pretty lonely but it doesn't phase me that much though and I do have depression and sometimes suicidal thoughts and I has tried to kill myself because of the fact that people are scared of me and me never really knew her birth parents and my adopted parents don't help with it. But every now and then I would open up to only a few people, thus happens rarely, though, for the simple fact of that, I normally get hurt. I may like physical pain, But I hate mental pain." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| I'm the bad guy All these former human that you see each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Chara normally spares with a family friend over the weekends and sometimes would be off training with them for weeks or months just to blow off some steam but at home fter school she would dance with her siblings in the living with the help of their parents to move the furniture around so they could have room. \|\| OTHER \|\| "I like sharp things a lot... They can cause pain... Have you seen my wrists yet? Yeah, the pain is great!" Frisk Dreamurr Knowing that somebody you might be as goods as the people you admire... It fills you with, Determination. It started out has a feeling \|\| NAME \|\| Frisk uses sign language to tell you her name "I'm Frisk Dreamurr" \|\| GENDER \|\| Frisk uses sign language "I'm a girl, but I look like a guy most of the time" \|\| AGE \|\| Frisk hold up a piece of paper with the number 17 written on it \|\| GRADE \|\| Frisk holds up a piece of paper with the number 12 written on it \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm Pansexual" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Frisk signs out "I'm single but I wish I had someone to love besides my brother and sister \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Frisk signs and continues to sign out everything "I normally wear a purple flannel with either a white t-shirt or tank top and black pants. When I'm really hot I would tie it around my waist. But sometimes I forget to do laundry so I would be a purple sweater with two purple stripes over the chest and some really short jean shorts." Which then grew into a hope \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~Kind ~talkative ~caring ~Lovable \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Frisk may not be able to talk, but she loves to talk and she loves caring for people. If you ever got a problem she is the person you should go to wherever you need to. She has always cared for her siblings and everyone she has ever known, including her bullies. Sometimes she would even flirt with them because she could and she likes to flirt with people, Frisk says it's fun. Like how Chara loves to fight is to Frisk loves to flirt. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~She's mute so she can't talk but she can hear you \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Cleaning ~reading ~writing ~Practising her sign language ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +Books +GOATS +Asking questions -Cars -Bullies Which then turned into a quiet thought \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Asreil- bro Chara- sis Toriel- mum Asgore- dad \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Frisk shrugs, "Why do you want to know?" \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| "I don't like cars" She signs out Which then turned into a quiet word \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| Frisk gulps "It's a... long story" She signs out nervously, "But I might have well tell you some of it. I can't talk is because of something that happened with my parents. My dad was always really nice and cared for me but he was away at work and my mum only married him because she was a gold digger... And when he was alway she would abuse me, verbally and physically... And she said if I told my dad what she does to me she would try to kill me and my dad. But I ignored my mother and told her and my dad said would divorce her and take me, she didn't take that to well and stabbed my dad to death but she only gave me buckeye poisoning, which paralized my vocal cords... I didn't have the greatest childhood but I loved it and I still loved both my parents even though she might have done those things to me." \|\| THEME SONG \|\| And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye Just because every thing's changing Doesn't mean it's never been this way before All you can do is try to know Who your friends are as you head off to the war \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Frisk spends most of her time at home cleaning just for fun and would also clean other people's house's for 5 dollars a hour or 10 dollars a room depending on the house. Like stated in Chara's she also participates in dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Frisk signs out "I have a pet goat. His name is Sans" Asreil Dreamurr I just want you to remember me like this. Someone that was your friend for a little while. I know there is some hope is this cruel world \|\| NAME \|\| "I'm... Asreil... Asreil Dreamurr... But my siblings call me Azzy" \|\| GENDER \|\| "I'm pretty sure I'm a guy" \|\| AGE \|\| "I'm 18 and a quarter. I didn't fail a grade... I think" \|\| GRADE \|\| "I'm in twelveth grade this year" \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| "I like other humans" \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| "Single and Happy" \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| "I normally wear a Black t-shirt with a little white circle and two wings next to it and there are three triangles under it, it's like the Dreamurr family crest in a way and a pair of navy blue jeans. I do enjoy wearing black pearl earrings every now and then when I don't forget to put them on in the mornings. My hair is naturally this colour, my parents both have this colour hair. I know I'm pale but it's either this shade of skin or sun burnt" Yet you don't stop trying How do you keep smiling? \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| ~quiet ~shy ~outgoing ~smart \|\| PERSONALITY \|\| Asreil is very intelligent, he can understand any math problem you give him even if he never learned anything like it, but he is also shy and quiet. He is the definition of an introverted nerd, but when he is with his siblings at home or alone he always has a smile and is enjoying himself the how time, he is only like this with his siblings because of how close he is to them. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| ~When he is mad he does get violent ~If he is really happy he becomes really jumping, literally, he jumps and hop around ~When he is really tired he tends to say some weird stuff, like sexually weird \|\| HOBBIES \|\| ~Digital drawing ~Random math problems ~Cooking ~Voice acting ~Dancing \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| +His mother butterscotch cinnamon pie +His family +Kind caring people +A good hug -Hateful and cruel people that want to hurt people -Crowds -history -The dark Standing here, in the end, Can't you see I'm your best friend? \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Adopted Sister-Chara Dreamurr- She goes to the same school Adopted Sister-Frisk Dreamurr- She also goes to this school Mother- Toriel DReamurr- Stay at home mum Father- Asgore DReamurr- Owner of a some business \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| His house is a calm house not too far from the school, just far enough that they could walk to school. It's a 3 bedroom, 4 bathroom house, painted with warm friendly colours that his mother pictured out decorated with a bright yellow flower in almost each room except the kitchen and main room. The main room leads to the basement where Asreil, Chara, and Frisk would play when they were younger but it's used for storage and it's a giant maze. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Asreil does not have a car and does not need one at the time Stars blazing through the sky it is time to say goodbye \|\| BIOGRAPHY \|\| "I had a great childhood! My mum and dad always got along great. Of course, they would have their fights because my dad would get home late from work and not tell my mum which worried her. I never had very many friends because of my natural hair colour and look. I did get bullied for it but that didn't stop me from being nice to them. I still gave them invited to my birthday parties, valentines presents, Christmas presents, and friendly smiles whenever I would see them. They did hurt me but I don't care, I believe every person is a nice person, They just chose not to show it has much has others. Like Chara!" \|\| THEME SONG \|\| \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Asreil runs a gaming channel and calls himself The God of HyperDeath on there. he does living streams on there too which is how he gets money. When he is not working on videos he would also join in on the dancing in the livingroom. \|\| OTHER \|\| Don't be surprised if he randomly hugs you after you two get to know each other very well... Chara is over protective of him, so don't hurt him or it will not end well for you at all
3,862	87	17	1,611	644	Interacting With: James Once Kira had made it onto the field with the rest of the students, she almost couldn't believe her eyes; It was like something straight out of Adventureland. From the sound of things during first period, Kira knew that there would probably be a few small activities for the students to partake in, but she had no idea that it would be like this. "They'd never do anything like this back home," Kira muttered under her breath as she checked out the scenery, "cheap fuckers." After a quick look around, Kira decided that her first stop would be to one of the carnival games. The objective of the game was to toss as many rings over the glass bottles as possible before the time ran out. She played a few more games and, before she knew it, Kira had about a book-bag full of small stuffed animals, prizes from winning the game. Rather than keeping them, however, she decided to hand them out to random students as they passed by, not wanting to have to carry all of them home. After giving away the last prize, Kira made a beeline for one of the food trucks. She bought two slices of pepperoni pizza before finding an empty seat on the bleachers. It wasn't until after she took a few bites of her pizza that she noticed the boy sitting not too far away. She instantly recognized him from first period, and wracked her brain for his first name. After a moments struggle, she finally remembered that it was James. In his vicinity sat two street tacos and a large order of extremely cheesy nachos. The way he was eating made it seem as though he hadn't had a meal in months. "Those must be some bomb ass nachos," Kira said lightheartedly before taking another bite of pizza.	{"Greatness exists in all of us."} \|\| NAME \|\| Kira Griffin. \|\| GENDER \|\| Female. \|\| AGE \|\| Eighteen. \|\| GRADE \|\| Twelfth \|\| SEXUALITY \|\| Pansexual. \|\| RELATIONSHIP STATUS \|\| Single. \|\| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE \|\| Kira stands at a mere five feet, four inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are also well defined and toned as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. She prefers to keep her hair in protective styles (braids, weaves, wigs, etc.), which allow her hair to grow longer and healthier. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. Her eyes are fringed with long, thick lashes. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses because she was told that they complement her well. She has a short, delicate nose and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped; she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with a clear lip gloss. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Kira's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by her father. She has helix and lobe piercings in both of her ears, and a septum piercing in her nose. She has a small piercing on her lower back, but plans on getting more in the future. \|\| PERSONALITY TRAITS \|\| Calm • Quiet • Observant • Motivated • Opinionated • Quick-Tempered Kira is a seemingly calm and quiet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. Kira is also very observant, and tends to notice things about her surroundings that others may not. It's very easy for her to read and/or figure out other people. Kira is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. Kira has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical. \|\| QUIRKS \|\| When she gets nervous, she tends to tap her fingers on whatever surface is near (or she'll settle for her leg,) or she'll chew on the inside of her lip. Has a faint New York accent Snorts when laughing Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed. \|\| HOBBIES \|\| Basketball ("I only play so I can earn a scholarship.") Reading/Writing Dancing Smoking Weed ("Just to calm my nerves.") Playing COD on her PS4 until three in the morning. \|\| LIKES & DISLIKES \|\| + Basketball + Silence + 90's Hip-Hop/Rap + Laughing until it absolutely hurts + Peanut Buttery/Salty Candies - Chocolate Candies - Dishonesty - ALL. COUNTRY. MUSIC. - Hospitals - Ignorance \|\| FAMILY MEMBERS \|\| Ashanti Griffin \| Mother \| Pharmacist \| FC: Jada Pinkett Smith \|\| HOUSE DESCRIPTION \|\| Home Kira and her mother live in a moderate sized home; it's just big enough for the two of them and very affordable. Consists of two bedrooms, one bathroom, and decently sized kitchen and living room. \|\| CAR DESCRIPTION \|\| Until she can put away enough money to buy a car, she's stuck either riding the bus or bicycling. \|\| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG \|\| Keep Ya Head Up - 2Pac Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things'll get brighter \|\| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES \|\| Kira is on the girls' basketball team. She also participates in book club. Every now and then she'll visit a dance studio (not the school's) to take a few Hip-Hop classes. \|\| OTHER \|\| Kira moved to Texas in the beginning of the year because her mother decided that it was "time for a change."
3,863	88	0	824	109	THE PUB Today, they shall know fear. As the survivors lives draw closer together, they shall soon intertwine. The location shall be but a humble cellar pub. Right now the dusty room is empty, its usual residents long gone to flee home to their families. Soon it shall fill with lost travelers - seeking shelter and safety. Shelter is offered freely - safety, not so much.	Name: Casper Gray Age: 16 (17 in November) Nationality: English Appearance: As you can see from the picture ( that I look like a twat in ) I have triangular blond hair, blue eyes and at the moment a massive spot on my chin. I don't actually know how tall or weighty I am but would say around 5"something and at around 7 stone. I would usually be seen wearing some random, plain t-shirt with jeans or trousers. I usually always wear my thin, purple hoodie when I go out. I prefer bigger shoes like boots over trainers as they are comfortable over long days of walking around. I will nearly ALWAYS have my headphones round my neck or on my ears. Physicality: Fairly skinny I really have no upper body strength whatsoever. I'm around average speed for my age but am quite good at long distances. I am fairly nimble when it comes to jumping on or off things and have not much problem with heights. I would be pretty useless at using a bashing or cutting weapon, as I lack the strength and skill needed. As for resistance to pain i'd say I'm around average. Personality: Aloof and quiet, I'm actually rather shy with strangers, speaking in short one word answers, working at the chip shop has gotten some of this shyness out of me, but not all of it... And I still have no idea how to talk to girls (unless they're into video games or anime). When I do get to know someone, and become comfortable talking to them: I morph into someone who just wants to have a laugh, making crude or sadistic jokes, while generally playing the fool rather than getting stuff done. I don't smoke, and drink only in moderation. I'm into lots of things, most recently making music. I thought that I love listening to it so much I might as well try and make some, I already played the piano a bit so I get the basics ( ). I spend most of my time playing games, mostly a game called 'league of legends', which is supposedly highly competitive, though me and my friends tend to just run round like idiots annoying our own team. I'm studying graphics at AS level right now, I can draw to a fairly ok-ish standard but always felt that there wasn't too many job opportunities there, graphics on the other hand might do... idk? Like I say, I love music. Most of which is electronic/EDM, Glitch hop being my favorite genre. Here is one a my favs ( ) I think I would try my best to get analog with other survivors, doing my be overly polite thing. I don't like to really have enemies. Lifestyle: I was born in London but at around 4 moved down to rural Devon. This is where I grew up, at this age I didn't have much access to technology as my parents weren't very interested in it (this may explain my addiction now) so spent my time climbing trees and jumping on bales, generally hurting myself. I found primary school how most kids find it, primary school like, I think all it is is throwing crayons around and scribbling... Secondary school was where I got my first real friendship group, Up until then I had one or two best friends and that was it. We would have such a laugh, I remember doing things like spending whole science lessons seeing how fast plasticine whales can fly or putting the cafeteria table up on top of a roof segment on the last day. I was changed a lot by secondary school though, I became more inclusive and less annoying. As I gained an awesome friendship group I lost the ability to jump into strangers conversations, I didn't need to be the center of attention anymore. At that point I became the introvert I am now, I spend most of my time at home working on the various projects I do. Right now i've just started my A levels. I was originally going to take maths and physics, I was rather good at them (Got and A in gcse) but just felt I'd rather follow the art side of myself, and so took graphics and animation. Weather it will pay off I don't know?.. Why I'm here: I was traveling to Chicago as part of a school trip, I had never been to America so was pretty exited, especially considering I would one-day like to live there. Little did I know what was to come. During the out-brake I was separated from my school group in the panic, I didn't know anyone really so I would not really have the incentive to go looking for them. I found my way to a the small outer bar doors by tripping on the curb near them, I figured that it would be a good place to hide, I was glad to see others had done the same. Skills: I can do most of the basics; cook, sweep, clean, change a light-bulb, ect. I am fairly good with computers, not at hacker level or anything, just I know my way round the things quite well. I'm alright at drawing, and am good at making diagrams. I can play the piano a bit. I'm alright at first aid and construction (I could make a good shelter). I am bad at spelling and grammer, my handwriting is almost unreadable. I can have good communication skills, but will most time be too shy to use them. I can't drive, fight, carry heavy things, operate a firearm and many other things that would be useful in an apocalypse. I think I will be relying on the skills of others a lot in this situation. Possessions: I'm wearing; Blue jeans, black t-shirt, purple hooded shirt, brown leather boots, short black socks and a small side-bag. I'm carrying; My i-pod touch with a broken screen (only plays music), my headphones, my sketchpad, my cheap Chinese windows tablet, My wallet containing $20 cash, my passport and my credit card which cant be used in America.
3,864	88	1	824	109	Casper was running in the darkness, the power had not yet been knocked out in this area so the buildings and street-lamps offered some guidance. His small black satchel banged against his leg, he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about the distant gunfire. About the screams of the terrified, and moans of the terrible. But most of all he was scared. Where was he going? Where could he go? His hotel was a long way back admits the chaos and his school group would have scattered all over by now. He turned past a street corner, skidding slightly in his panic. Ahead was the train station, just opposite a block of flats, He instinctively kept to the pavement. His head down, not looking at his feet, looking upward and ahead. He tripped. A pain in his leg, his ankle bruised. No time for that! He looked up, his breath fast. crouching in the space in-between two street lamps. He looked to his right. He had tripped on the top step of a stairway, to... a bar. How cliché he thought; trying to nullify his fear with internal humor. He rose, looking left and right, like a child about to cross the street. He walked down the stairs, one two three four five six steps, then a right turn. The door was open, inside sat four empty barstools. Casper collapst against the far wall of the room, his breaths filled the cold, underground air. He sobbed slightly... "Shit"	Name: Casper Gray Age: 16 (17 in November) Nationality: English Appearance: As you can see from the picture ( that I look like a twat in ) I have triangular blond hair, blue eyes and at the moment a massive spot on my chin. I don't actually know how tall or weighty I am but would say around 5"something and at around 7 stone. I would usually be seen wearing some random, plain t-shirt with jeans or trousers. I usually always wear my thin, purple hoodie when I go out. I prefer bigger shoes like boots over trainers as they are comfortable over long days of walking around. I will nearly ALWAYS have my headphones round my neck or on my ears. Physicality: Fairly skinny I really have no upper body strength whatsoever. I'm around average speed for my age but am quite good at long distances. I am fairly nimble when it comes to jumping on or off things and have not much problem with heights. I would be pretty useless at using a bashing or cutting weapon, as I lack the strength and skill needed. As for resistance to pain i'd say I'm around average. Personality: Aloof and quiet, I'm actually rather shy with strangers, speaking in short one word answers, working at the chip shop has gotten some of this shyness out of me, but not all of it... And I still have no idea how to talk to girls (unless they're into video games or anime). When I do get to know someone, and become comfortable talking to them: I morph into someone who just wants to have a laugh, making crude or sadistic jokes, while generally playing the fool rather than getting stuff done. I don't smoke, and drink only in moderation. I'm into lots of things, most recently making music. I thought that I love listening to it so much I might as well try and make some, I already played the piano a bit so I get the basics ( ). I spend most of my time playing games, mostly a game called 'league of legends', which is supposedly highly competitive, though me and my friends tend to just run round like idiots annoying our own team. I'm studying graphics at AS level right now, I can draw to a fairly ok-ish standard but always felt that there wasn't too many job opportunities there, graphics on the other hand might do... idk? Like I say, I love music. Most of which is electronic/EDM, Glitch hop being my favorite genre. Here is one a my favs ( ) I think I would try my best to get analog with other survivors, doing my be overly polite thing. I don't like to really have enemies. Lifestyle: I was born in London but at around 4 moved down to rural Devon. This is where I grew up, at this age I didn't have much access to technology as my parents weren't very interested in it (this may explain my addiction now) so spent my time climbing trees and jumping on bales, generally hurting myself. I found primary school how most kids find it, primary school like, I think all it is is throwing crayons around and scribbling... Secondary school was where I got my first real friendship group, Up until then I had one or two best friends and that was it. We would have such a laugh, I remember doing things like spending whole science lessons seeing how fast plasticine whales can fly or putting the cafeteria table up on top of a roof segment on the last day. I was changed a lot by secondary school though, I became more inclusive and less annoying. As I gained an awesome friendship group I lost the ability to jump into strangers conversations, I didn't need to be the center of attention anymore. At that point I became the introvert I am now, I spend most of my time at home working on the various projects I do. Right now i've just started my A levels. I was originally going to take maths and physics, I was rather good at them (Got and A in gcse) but just felt I'd rather follow the art side of myself, and so took graphics and animation. Weather it will pay off I don't know?.. Why I'm here: I was traveling to Chicago as part of a school trip, I had never been to America so was pretty exited, especially considering I would one-day like to live there. Little did I know what was to come. During the out-brake I was separated from my school group in the panic, I didn't know anyone really so I would not really have the incentive to go looking for them. I found my way to a the small outer bar doors by tripping on the curb near them, I figured that it would be a good place to hide, I was glad to see others had done the same. Skills: I can do most of the basics; cook, sweep, clean, change a light-bulb, ect. I am fairly good with computers, not at hacker level or anything, just I know my way round the things quite well. I'm alright at drawing, and am good at making diagrams. I can play the piano a bit. I'm alright at first aid and construction (I could make a good shelter). I am bad at spelling and grammer, my handwriting is almost unreadable. I can have good communication skills, but will most time be too shy to use them. I can't drive, fight, carry heavy things, operate a firearm and many other things that would be useful in an apocalypse. I think I will be relying on the skills of others a lot in this situation. Possessions: I'm wearing; Blue jeans, black t-shirt, purple hooded shirt, brown leather boots, short black socks and a small side-bag. I'm carrying; My i-pod touch with a broken screen (only plays music), my headphones, my sketchpad, my cheap Chinese windows tablet, My wallet containing $20 cash, my passport and my credit card which cant be used in America.
3,865	88	2	646	1,002	Genesis J. He threw himself into the grimy wall of the Chicago alleyway, the slowly fading light of the nearby lamppost bathing his form in a dark orange glow. Every breath of air that came out of his lungs was painful, and he could feel the tightness of fear and panick gripping his heart with an iron fist. Slowly letting out a breath, the teenager opened his eyes, having not even noticed that he had closed him. God damn it...what was going on? No, this wasn't the time for stupid questions...he knew what was going on. It was fucking obvious. Zombies...rotten corpses, that he'd never think he'd see out of literature, video games, and movies...they were real. Hell yes, they were real, and they were god damn savage. What could he even do? He didn't know where his fellow students were - they were separated hours upon hours ago, and Sergeant was dead. He and Jacob saw the man get his neck ripped out by their bus-driver. And now, zombies were ripping through people like a knife through butter, and his phone was busted, and he was alone, and there was like six zombies following him, and- His hand's tight clenching cut off his thoughts, which were slowly becoming more and more panicked. He could do this...he just had to go. His breath was slowing, and his lungs no longer felt like they were on fire. He could make this...he just had to think. He needed to get control of himself, think, and act. Sharp, fast, and efficient...just like he was taught. With a slightly wavering grunt, Genesis threw himself off of the alley's walls, leaning forward so that he could peek outside of the alleyway, and into the dark streets. So far, there was no one around him, except a few parked and smoking cars. No signs of survivors, and no signs of zombies. Bringing his head back in, Genesis glanced around, eyebrows narrowed as he began to glance around for something, anything to defend himself with while he found a safer place. There was some trash, a rotten banana peel, a trashcan and a trashcan lid, and right beside the trashcan, only slightly rusty, was a piece of lead pipe. A quick glance upwards showed that it fell from the fire-escape above him. Whatever...it was something. Grasping it hard in his right arm, Genesis sighed once more, before biting his tongue and ducking out of the alley. Only to be face-first with a rotten, groaning corpse. "Fuck!" He instinctively yelled out, taking a quick step back in pure shock. The zombie stepped forward only a second later, and Genesis got a full look. Rotten, decomposed flesh. Lifeless eyes. Hair torn from it's scalp, and a body only a witch would kill for. It was a woman. And it lunged at him. "Fuck off!" He side-stepped the rather clumsy lunge, and felt a surge of righteous anger course through him. Why the Hell did this nightmare have to happen? Why did this lady decide to get bit? While the zombie was recovering from it's lunge, a full-powered, textbook baseball swing with a lead pipe slammed against the back of it's head, cracking open the flesh and sending it flying into the wall. Not even hesitating, Genesis exhaled harshly as he slammed the lead pipe into the zombie's temple twice more, splattering gore and rotten brain matter over his jeans and the dirty ground. For a second, he was simply breathing heavily, light brown eyes hard and focused as he stared at the disgusting mess with his usual stoic expression. The next second, he was trying not to puke. ___________________________________________ Genesis J. He almost had tunnel vision, his arms and legs pumping as he sprinted down the dark street. An abandoned car rested in the middle of the road, but Genesis barely paid it heed as he instinctively leaped over the hood, using his hands to spring over it. His head moved left and right, looking for some place - anyplace to get into, so that he could lock the Hell outta the door, and try to reach his mom. He needed a safe spot, even if it was temporary...he just needed to think in peace for a bit. Slowing to a jog once he came across a two-way corner, Genesis was about to head left when he caught notice of what seemed to be a stairway leading down. Downwards meant slightly hidden, and that was enough for him. Jumping down the few steps that lead to the location, he landed and glanced around, not even noticing the blood that was quickly drying on his hands, pants, sneakers, and the lead pipe that was still clenched tightly in his right hand. A door was open, leading right into a dusty room...a bar. He stepped into the room, relief blossoming in his stomach, when he caught sight of a blonde-haired teen leaning against the far wall - more like collapsed, and he seemed like he was crying a bit. Genesis didn't blame the guy. "Shit..." He whispered as he made his way fully into the room, not knowing that he had mirrored what the boy had said earlier. The teen was about to rub his face, when he realized the blood currently coating his hands. Thinking better, he just frowned and glanced around, before finally focusing his gaze on the boy. "You okay, man?"	Far right. - Name Genesis J. - Age Mid-Teens - Appearance Genesis is a teenager around 5'11, coming from African American descent. He has what would be considered a short, neat 'fade' type of haircut, with sharp, arching eyebrows and light brown eyes. He generally wears whatever he finds in his closet or dresser, but, at the specific time of this role-play, he wears a simple gray t-shirt, jeans, dark gray and black sneakers, and a black and white Nike hoodie over it. - Physicality He is lean, yet with a defined and athletic build from the brief time he played football in his freshman and sophomore year, and home exercise. Genesis runs pretty fast due to reasonably long legs and good stamina, and has about the normal amount of strength you'd expect from a teenager with the above physicality. - Personality Talk to me and find out. Haaah, kidding. Well, Genesis is a pretty cool-headed guy once you meet him. Laidback and a bit quiet, mainly because he doesn't really find a reason to talk unless he's with his friends. Generally level-headed, he is a shrewd person, and is quick to react to any situations regarding him. Although he can seem a bit...stoic or whatever, he actually has a kind heart, and just likes to keep busy with something so that he doesn't feel awkward and useless. His patience can run out pretty fast, despite seeming calm, and when his temper runs out, he could be very aggressive. However, despite a dry and often dark humor that usually only gets shared with his friends, or when he feels the need to crack a joke, Genesis is the type of guy who you would see as independent. He has tough skin and is used to hard-work. - Lifestyle Born in America, Genesis had a pretty...well, not rough life, but he had to work a lot to get money to hang out with friends, and he never really had a silver-spoon - not even a tin spoon, honestly. This has made him a bit callused and non-sympathetic with lazy and weak people, but eh. He mow yards, works in barns and fields, and whatever odd job he can get for some cash, as long as it isn't illegal - his mom ain't raise him like that, after all. - Why you're here? It was actually a trip with his JROTC district, as they were visiting Chicago to see some of the aviation museums they offered. - Skills Well, Genesis isn't a trained ninja or whatever, if that's what you're asking. Other than physical athleticism, he's very self-independent, and has fast reflexes. He can usually learn something if you give him time and silence. Due to writing short stories and RPing, he has very nimble fingers, which lets him do some sleight-of-hand tricks. He also has a tough stomach, and can handle some hunting rifles due to, surprise surprise, hunting in the country. He hates bows, though. Freaking sucks at it. Give him a baseball bat or something to hit someone with, and he can do it, though. That doesn't require much skills - just a steady hand and decent eyesight. - Possessions His black and bronze New Orlean Saints backpack, which is pretty light-weight. It has some snacks, a lighter, some water, and his housekeys.
3,866	88	3	2,504	144	This is Cassandra Wilkam's reporting in live from New York. Widespread terror has struck the heart of our country, spawning in our own fair state, spreading to Boston and Philadelphia in a matter of hours, The reporter looked over her shoulder. An explosion smoked the sky a few buildings back. She turned, blue eyes wide, nervous, struggling to focus. Her hands gripped tightly to the microphone, knuckles freckled white and fierce, anxious red. "The dead walk the Earth." She paused, almost as if she didn't believe what came from her mouth. "Roger. Zombies? Honestly?" Cassandra digressed and continued onward with what was prompted. "There have been allegations from a scientific underground group..." She struggled, plucking the microphone from her ear. There must have been a thousand reporters shouting in it, reporting their findings, screaming for mercy as mindless teeth found warm flesh. She chewed a manicured nail and looked once, twice behind her. In hindsight, everyone had a chance to see what they were dealing with. "Oh my god, Roger," her voice was tight with terror, watching a man fall beneath four or five mangled, bloody zombies. His screams were enough for the camera man to reach forward and snag her wrist. The microphone dropped. The screen went in and out on partial, covering sneaker, heel and sidewalk, the view behind, what was in front. --- To Rose... --- That was all that Rose needed to see. She'd clicked the television off and scampered elsewhere. Everything stuffed in her car. It was first to Fowlerville to see if her mom was still alive. She hadn't gotten any calls from family. She'd packed all she could manage into her truck and booked it before traffic hit, taking the backroads down to the dentist office. When she arrived, of course. The panic. The sterile (read: explosive) components inside. It could have only led to disaster. Her mother's Mazda was tipped over outside... and she was inside of the burning building. There had been many unfortunate events in the family, in Rose's life that she manage to stiffle the grief, get out of her own car and bust the window to the black Mazda. A tablet later, she had GPS. A dial later and she was on the phone, reaching her brother as she carefully watched the road. "Sam?" "Y-yeah," her brother sounded as if he'd been crying for a long while. There was the tone of relief. He'd been worried about her. "Sam, I'm on my way. I'm not going to stop for anything but gas until I get there." An exchange of 'I love you's and 'I'll see you soon's was passed. She rested the phone between her legs and kept her eyes to the road, chewing her lip raw in a few places. There weren't zombies in Michigan. Not yet. But there would be soon. It used to be a good thing that they were surrounded by water. Now it seemed like the biggest curse. She weaved through the streets of Chicago, passing rummaged cars, broken and burning homes. It was a half a mile past a zombie and her tire found the sharpest thing affordable on the road. The pop was loud, almost like a gunshot. "No. That is not what I wanted!," her voice trembled angrily. She looked over her shoulder and saw nothing but knew that would not last. It was time to say goodbye to easy transportation. Backpack was snatched from the backseat, the dates of her Nana bumped hard against the lip of car door. "Ouch-" came a hiss through clenched teeth. Her messenger was taken from the passenger, phone tucked safely inside after a text of 'detour, be back on road soon, ly'. By the time she arrived at the bar, there had been a few too many undead at the front for her comfort. She snaked through the alleyway to the back, wedged her bags through a window and made her way to the depths below. Wide eyes drew to the dark. It was the stock room. Liquor. Food. It was time to eat. Her entrance was a strange one, bags still with her. From the back, a few bundles of what-have-you in her arms. She bustled past Casper and Genesis with a thin glance up and down each of them, a tight smile, "Hi." Only stopping a second before she advanced behind the bar.	Discontinued.
3,867	88	4	824	109	Casper looked up to see a tall, dark boy enter the room. He looked like he had just run through a war. Blood stained his hands and clothes. Casper was off-put slightly by this but was glad to find a fellow human, who was still, well.. human. "shit" the guy exhaled in a slightly less feeble manner than himself. The room was very dark, Casper hadn't noticed quite how much so when he had come in. The taste of dust and smoke filled the air. The room looked like something from some old crime film; Shaded red and brown, bathed in deep orange, with four barstools lined up, where poor and rich drunkards alike found a home. It felt a lot more secure now someone else was there. "You okay, man?" The guy said, he seemed concerned about Casper's wellbeing, definitely more friend than foe. "Ugh" Casper wiped his brow with his overly long sleeve. "Yeah, I think so." He stood up, leaning on a cold radiator for support. He looked again at the blood covering the guy. "Are you okay, erm. Are you injured... I'm Casper by the way" he considered offering the boy his hand... maybe not. Just at that moment a third figure entered the room, a young woman. "Hi" she said.	Name: Casper Gray Age: 16 (17 in November) Nationality: English Appearance: As you can see from the picture ( that I look like a twat in ) I have triangular blond hair, blue eyes and at the moment a massive spot on my chin. I don't actually know how tall or weighty I am but would say around 5"something and at around 7 stone. I would usually be seen wearing some random, plain t-shirt with jeans or trousers. I usually always wear my thin, purple hoodie when I go out. I prefer bigger shoes like boots over trainers as they are comfortable over long days of walking around. I will nearly ALWAYS have my headphones round my neck or on my ears. Physicality: Fairly skinny I really have no upper body strength whatsoever. I'm around average speed for my age but am quite good at long distances. I am fairly nimble when it comes to jumping on or off things and have not much problem with heights. I would be pretty useless at using a bashing or cutting weapon, as I lack the strength and skill needed. As for resistance to pain i'd say I'm around average. Personality: Aloof and quiet, I'm actually rather shy with strangers, speaking in short one word answers, working at the chip shop has gotten some of this shyness out of me, but not all of it... And I still have no idea how to talk to girls (unless they're into video games or anime). When I do get to know someone, and become comfortable talking to them: I morph into someone who just wants to have a laugh, making crude or sadistic jokes, while generally playing the fool rather than getting stuff done. I don't smoke, and drink only in moderation. I'm into lots of things, most recently making music. I thought that I love listening to it so much I might as well try and make some, I already played the piano a bit so I get the basics ( ). I spend most of my time playing games, mostly a game called 'league of legends', which is supposedly highly competitive, though me and my friends tend to just run round like idiots annoying our own team. I'm studying graphics at AS level right now, I can draw to a fairly ok-ish standard but always felt that there wasn't too many job opportunities there, graphics on the other hand might do... idk? Like I say, I love music. Most of which is electronic/EDM, Glitch hop being my favorite genre. Here is one a my favs ( ) I think I would try my best to get analog with other survivors, doing my be overly polite thing. I don't like to really have enemies. Lifestyle: I was born in London but at around 4 moved down to rural Devon. This is where I grew up, at this age I didn't have much access to technology as my parents weren't very interested in it (this may explain my addiction now) so spent my time climbing trees and jumping on bales, generally hurting myself. I found primary school how most kids find it, primary school like, I think all it is is throwing crayons around and scribbling... Secondary school was where I got my first real friendship group, Up until then I had one or two best friends and that was it. We would have such a laugh, I remember doing things like spending whole science lessons seeing how fast plasticine whales can fly or putting the cafeteria table up on top of a roof segment on the last day. I was changed a lot by secondary school though, I became more inclusive and less annoying. As I gained an awesome friendship group I lost the ability to jump into strangers conversations, I didn't need to be the center of attention anymore. At that point I became the introvert I am now, I spend most of my time at home working on the various projects I do. Right now i've just started my A levels. I was originally going to take maths and physics, I was rather good at them (Got and A in gcse) but just felt I'd rather follow the art side of myself, and so took graphics and animation. Weather it will pay off I don't know?.. Why I'm here: I was traveling to Chicago as part of a school trip, I had never been to America so was pretty exited, especially considering I would one-day like to live there. Little did I know what was to come. During the out-brake I was separated from my school group in the panic, I didn't know anyone really so I would not really have the incentive to go looking for them. I found my way to a the small outer bar doors by tripping on the curb near them, I figured that it would be a good place to hide, I was glad to see others had done the same. Skills: I can do most of the basics; cook, sweep, clean, change a light-bulb, ect. I am fairly good with computers, not at hacker level or anything, just I know my way round the things quite well. I'm alright at drawing, and am good at making diagrams. I can play the piano a bit. I'm alright at first aid and construction (I could make a good shelter). I am bad at spelling and grammer, my handwriting is almost unreadable. I can have good communication skills, but will most time be too shy to use them. I can't drive, fight, carry heavy things, operate a firearm and many other things that would be useful in an apocalypse. I think I will be relying on the skills of others a lot in this situation. Possessions: I'm wearing; Blue jeans, black t-shirt, purple hooded shirt, brown leather boots, short black socks and a small side-bag. I'm carrying; My i-pod touch with a broken screen (only plays music), my headphones, my sketchpad, my cheap Chinese windows tablet, My wallet containing $20 cash, my passport and my credit card which cant be used in America.
3,868	88	5	627	375	The zombie apocalypse was actually happening. Like, for real. No Florida hoax thing, not out of a video game or a movie. The real god damn deal. Austin always thought about it, just in theory. Talking to his dad about survival plans about the apocalypse. All in fun though, just making for interesting conversation. But now it was real. Austin looked at his phone and read the alert notification that popped up. The united states was in a state of emergency. He opened the notification, and a list of cities popped up, saying that these were "danger zones" and for any and all people to lock yourselves in your home or seek shelter. Emergency forces were gone, for the most part, they went to help protect their own family and friends. It was total chaos. This was all while he sat at the local Dunkin' Donuts, sipping on his coffee. Everybody had panicked, screamed and ran out the door. To where, nobody knows. The place was empty besides Austin, as having nowhere to go at the moment. His car maybe, but that was back at the hotel, and he was NOT walking all the way back there at a time like this. It seemed like he was in no immediate danger, but with a completely glass entrance and big windows, it wasn't more than window shopping for zombies if they wanted to come in. He needed to move, he knew that much. All that zombie survival book reading was coming into use. "They didn't even let me finish me coffee..." he groaned to himself, getting up from his seat and adjusting his leather jacket. He pulled out his pocket knife that he kept with him and flipped it open, clutching it in his hand and making a fist, with the blade sticking out the right side of his right hand, facing away from him. It was a few inches, substantial, but pretty close range. And he didn't know how close he wanted to get to these things. Probably not very close. Austin scanned his surroundings for anything useful, but besides donuts, nothing really caught his eye. He would have to fine some weaponry another time, maybe at an army depot or a gun store, army navy. Or Walmart. You never know what you'll find in Walmart. He pushed past the door of the Dunkin Donuts, walking out into the crisp Chicago air. Well, it was pretty much a shit storm outside. Abandoned cars, debris, broken things lying around. A dead body or two. Things on fire. It looked pretty skippy outside. He could even see figures in the distance, although none seemed to be around his immediate area. Yet. So he thought. But hopefully that trend would continue. Austin walked directly on the street, walking at a fast pace but to be careful of his surroundings. Yes it might be bad to walk out in the open, but better than getting ambushed and bit by one of those things. He'll take his chances with trying to outrun one. He looked around at the wreckage, again, nothing really caught his eye. Just, destruction, abandoned items. Nothing of use, as anything of use was probably taken with the individual. But there could still be a few hidden gems. After a few minutes of walking, he noticed a few zombies standing in front of what looked to be a bar. Or, so the sign said. It was one of those that it's like a basement, heavy double doors, maybe a small window. Be perfect to hide out in. The only problem was the zombies out in front. It seemed as though there were people inside, and thus, the zombies wanted to go inside. Out of the corner of his eye, Austin noticed a figure slipping through a side window. It seemed a zombie noticed this, and slowly walked over to the window. Austin ducked behind the car, trying to think. What to do, what to do. Then he found a rock lying on the ground, and an idea formed. He had seen this in a videogame once, but he hoped it worked. He took the rock in his hand and saw that there was a car several feet in the opposite direction of the bar. If he could just hit that windshield... He pulled his arm back like he was throwing a baseball, looked over at the zombies briefly, then looked back as he hurled the rock at the car. It was about the size of his hand, so it carried nicely through the air as it banked off the windshield, causing a loud "clank" sound. All the zombies turned to the car, and slowly started to shuffle towards the sound, apparently hoping that there was some juicy flesh to be had over there. Austin breathed out a sigh of relief. That actually worked. He waited a minute or two to watch the zombies congregate around the car. As soon as the coast was clear, he silently (but as fast as silent permitted) made his way across the street and into the alleyway. He slid into the open window, landing on his feet. He leaned out the window, looking around and finding a trash bag. He pulled the trashbag in front of the window, effectively hiding it as he closed and locked the window. Austin also found a somewhat heavy box and pressed it against the window, just in case. Could never be too careful. The adrenaline was starting to subside slightly, but he was still anxious, nervous, and alert as he made his way into the bar area. It seemed to teens already were in the bar area, and some younger woman was going behind the bar. They seemed to be making some kind of small talk, and they didn't seem to be with each other. Like they all just got there. "I know, hell broke loose outside, we can get to formalities later. I'm sure we all want to live at this point..." he went up to the doors and tugged on them, making sure they were locked. He looked out the reinforced, grated windows, and saw no sign of zombies immediately outside. "Alright, we'll leave the door like that in case some more people come... Is there any other way in here? Any weapons? Talk to me here." a million things went through his mind as he rambled off things, going off to explore the rest of the bar. At this point he was scared and all, but didn't want to panic. he didn't let himself panic. His first priority was not dying. Get a safe place to stay. First priority. Then maybe take a breather and find out what the hell he was gonna do next. Chicago was a big city, and one he didn't know very well. And he sure as hell wasn't dying like this. He needed a plan.	- Name: Austin - Age: 17 - Appearance: Short, dark dirty blonde hair, gelled up in the front. Grey eyes, slightly pale complexion. 6'2, 153 pounds. Toned but not all that buff and bulging. Broad shoulders, slim body type. Wearing leather jacket, white under armour shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of nike running sneakers. (Plus neon batman spandex and black nike socks if you must know). - Physicality: Strong but definitely not the strongest by any means, unless some serious adrenaline. Bench maybe 200, squat 300, etc. Most of strength is core, legs, and upper body. Pretty fast, however, conditioned and experienced runner (damn coach) long legs help too. Tolerant to minor pain but a broken bone of something of that severity would probably be painful. Not the most durable person, gets cuts and bruises often but usually nothing major. - Personality: A nice guy for the most part, at least on first introduction. Tries to make friends and not piss too many people off. Although he can be a sarcastic asshole, at this point, he'll bite back his tongue if need be. He'd rather be charismatic and try to make friends then get killed or stabbed in the back. Natural flirt, as a teenager usually is. Tries to talk his way out of things and might lie or be deceitful. Intelligent for the most part but sometimes lacks common sense and says the stupidest shit. Mature for his age, but still growing and learning obviously. - Lifestyle: United States. School has been stressful but somewhat enjoyable, plays on football, volleyball, and basketball teams at his school. Worked with his dad as a mechanic, only really grasping the basis of it and more or less learned the driving part very well. Also, worked with his step dad as a contractor, but again, caught very little of it. Over 4.0 GPA, quite intelligent, wants to go to law school to work as a lawyer and further himself in the political world. Classes are AP physics, calculus, Spanish, choir, gym, AP gov and politics, Honors British literature, and global studies. Also in school choir, musical department, film club, D&D club, and debate club. - Why you're here?:Looking at nearby law schools and visiting a nearby campus for college, drove there because it's only a few hours drive to Chicago. - Skills: Fairly decent at understanding technology, learned basic self-defense and boxing, has shot a gun on multiple occasions, although not a master at it, better than average. Great at videogames, volleyball, basketball, football (If those help in a zombie apocalypse) and used to play soccer. Natural at driving (got it from his dad). Able to sing fairly well and play guitar. Good at cards and other similar games. Strong swimmer. Great at hacky-sack. Problem-solving skills. And a trained professional at eating and sleeping. - Possessions: Car keys, a wallet with a credit card, 200 dollars, a gamestop giftcard, and a driver's license, an iPhone 5c, a small pocket knife, and a pack of gun.
3,869	88	6	1,269	882	Jessica was startled by the zombie outbreak. It wasn't supposed to happen so quickly! She had been in the middle of a college visit, when the apocalypse started. Naturally, in such a densely populated area the plauge would spread fast. The tour group broke up in terror from the gruesome once college students. Immediately, her and her parents headed to the car. It was safer than out in the open. Her mother was the least athletic person in the family, so it was only a matter of time before she died. However, upon hearing her mother's screams a sense of terror filled Jessica. Not because she enjoyed her presence, but because she realized that this wasn't a special effect or prank. When her and her father reached the car, they saw that another car had crashed into it, making it unusable. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jess mumbled to herself, requesting her father to pop the trunk. Inside was her bokken. She kept it there in case she needed it for taekwondo class. However, it was useful in this situation too. She grabbed her backpack from the backseat, and turned to her father, but he was already half eaten in an attempt to distract the zombies from her own carelessness. Tears stung the back of her eyes, but the Asian female physically and mentally slapped herself in the face. There was a reason he died and she didn't want to put it to waste. She had to think quick, where to go? Well, she needed better weapons and food. Weapons first. Chinatown in Chicago was interesting and one of the reasons for that is the neat Asian objects it sold. And in Jessica's opinion, Asia made the best melee weapons. Perfect for the zombie apocalypse. Quiet, effective, and never runs out of bullets. Unfortunately, the Nebraskan didn't know her way around Chicago, so first she needed a map. She started running in the direction she vaguely remembered was the way they came from on the way to the college. After a long time of sneaking, whacking, and stabbing, the teen found a touristy store. They were bound to have a map. She opened the door, but cringed as a bell rang from the action. All the zombies in the area looked at her. Jessica managed to grab a map located by the door before booking it out of there. The zombies grabbed at her jacket flying behind her. She quickly looked around and saw a narrow alley with stairs that descended downwards, while it might trap her, it would be good for limiting the number of zombies she'd have to fight at once. She ran towards the stairs before jumping down them in two strides. She noticed doors at the bottom and tried to open them. They were locked. Jessica vigorously knocked on them, "Hey, assholes, let me in!" She yelled, her powerful alto voice booming through the stairwell. Her powerful lungs came from being the only alto who actually sang in choir, so she had to compensate for the others. Then, she presses her back against the wall and started swinging and stabbing at zombies. Their rotten flesh made it easier to rip though. The gore made Jessica's head spin. Oh god, not now. She never was good with real innards. It didn't consciously deter her, but she couldn't help the dizziness that overcame her. When the door finally opened, the nauseous asian stumbled backwards into the bar. She fell on her butt, just as the door was closed behind her. Black spots spread in her vision before she laid down and promptly passed out for a brief moment before forcing her eye open to check around her for zombies. Even though her eyes were open, Jessica could only see a little bit, as if she were looking through a filter, and no, not the Instagram kind. Giving up, she closed her eyes and breathed for awhile. She felt almost sleepy, and the sounds around her were muffled. Hopefully whatever opened the door was human.	- Name: Jessica - Age: 16 - Appearance: I'm half Chinese and half Caucasian. 5'3" tall and weight approx 120 lbs. My upper body is thin, but my lower body is more muscled. I usually wear a tank top or t-shirt under a light zip up jacket that's either grey or black. Usually said jacket has holes, though the current one has black acid stains from Chemistry class. I prefer to wear jeans, or jean shorts in hot weather and converse or flip flops depending on the weather as well. - Physicality: I'm not brutally strong, but since I take taekwondo I'm in fairly good shape. My technique is more effective in bringing force than my muscles. In general, I can push myself to pretty great lengths if I have the motivation. In terms of running, I can either run rather fast in short bursts or slowly for a long time. As compared to others I can run very well on uneven surfaces and can rock climb fairly well due to many fall and summer breaks spent in Colorado. Plus, due to many years of dance, I'm very flexible, but my flexibility is slowly retreating because of my lack of stretching. - Personality: I'm an INTP who views the big picture when it comes to work and effort. However, if I find something fun and exciting, I tend to gravitate towards it despite the consequences. I have an overall pessimistic view of the world, believing that all problems could be solved with the eradication of the human race. I tend to be a tad violent and rough with my friends, but am polite to strangers. In terms of romance, I'm not the kind of teenager to go around dating, but instead am waiting for the right time and person to bump into me. Plus I'm quite a bit sassy and sarcastic at times and never discriminate when it comes to insulting others, all in good fun, though. Maybe. For the most part. I can also be very forgiving and laid back - Lifestyle: I was born in Omaha, Nebraska and have lived in the same house my whole life. My mother has a very Asian mind set, creating a lot of pressure for me. Usually I barely need to try when it comes to school work, but ever since high school my grades have been dropping. I'm currently enrolled in the International Baccalaureate program. My HL (higher level) classes are English, Chemistry, and Math while my SL (standard level) classes are History, Spanish, and Biology. My extra classes are Psychology and Choir. I'm still unsure of what I will study in college or the college I will be going to. However, I'm leaning towards the Biochemical area. Perhaps a Biochemical engineer? - Why you're here?: I live in America, but I'm in Chicago because my parents wanted to go on college visits, and Chicago isn't too far away. Plus my mother likes the China Town in Chicago. - Skills: I'm a green advanced belt in taekwondo, however my "dojo" (I use this term lightly) also teaches aikido, jujitsu, judo, pressure points, joint locks, and basically most major forms of Martial arts including a bit of weaponry. I can cook fairly well as long as I have a recipe, and I'm also very musically talented. My writing skills are pretty good, and my art skills are decent if given enough time. I'm also a stealth master, after an entire childhood of sneaking around, one learns the tricks of the trade. - Possessions: Motorola moto GG phone, Doctor Who lanyard with keys, Wallet (Contains ID, recipets, $10 gift card to Starbucks from last Christmas, approx, $50 in cash, and anb old ticket to a basketball game), a black cheap bokken that at least looks pretty, a 3 ft cylindrical wooden pole approx 1 cm in diameter, a blue and silver USB drive, and a large black backpack filled with school supplies, wrappers, some junk food, and a TI-Nspire calculator. Honestly, though, I've been eyeballing some sweet melee weapons such as a double hook sword, a deer horned knife, and a saber claw.
3,870	88	7	1,203	351	The hospital was probably the worst place to be in the event of a zombie outbreak. Hospitals and churches, that's what the book said, right? Hospitals would be filled with sick people, possibly already infected with the virus, or whatever it was that animated the recently deceased. Those who weren't infected would make an easy meal for the zombies. Shane reflected on this as he snuck through the underground parking garage, forearm crutch tightly clutched in his hands. He had imagined this very scenario in his head a million times: the scenario in which he would have to use a crutch for the opposite of its intended purpose. During the time he had been recovering from his amputation, he could regularly be seen examining every inch of his crutches, holding it this way and that, playing in his head the best ways in which he could use it as a bludgeoning instrument. His mind could go into some dark places if it had to. He told himself that it was a survival instinct; he couldn't run, so if he was ever confronted with a threat to his life, he would have no choice but to fight. And he was going to make damn sure that he would be the one walking away from that fight... Very few zombies were in the parking garage. He supposed that those who had come here seeking refuge, but turned, would be locked in their vehicles. At least until they figured out how to open their doors. It was at this moment, that he heard a hand smack a nearby window, causing him to jump back. A zombie pressed its face against the inside of the car's window, futilely scraping its teeth against the glass. However, jumping had caused him to lose his balance, and as he tried to recover, his prosthetic knee buckled, causing him to fall on his ass and drop his crutch with a loud clang. "FUCK!" His baritone voice echoed through the garage, more than likely alerting any nearby zombie to his presence, like some foul-mouthed dinner bell. Even so, he knew that if he simply tried to leap to his feet, his knee would probably buckle again and he'd be right back where he was; he would have to take his time. Keeping a wary eye out for trouble, he got himself to a kneeling position, then hoisted himself with his meat leg to his feet (foot?). He kicked his prosthetic leg forward for good measure, snapping it into place. Satisfied with his work, he continued to try to find his way from the garage to a place more open. Getting out of the garage had been the hardest part, so far. A pair of SUVs had collided, effectively blocking the exit. Rather than climb over them, Shane used his crutch to shatter one of the side windows and quickly crawl his way through, getting grabbed by a zombie in the process. Luckily, the creature had grabbed his prosthetic leg, allowing Shane to simply shove the thing away with his crutch. He was rather surprised by the strength it had; for a moment, he was sure he would be done for right then and there. But he managed to push it away, cramming the end of the crutch into the zombie's maw for good measure, shattering its jaw. Presently, he was sticking to the sidewalks and open places. He was in no way interested in any more close quarters combat with the undead. Give me enough room to get a good swing in, and I'll be a happy camper, he thought. It wasn't long until he heard something rattling ahead of him. Someone was trying to get into...someplace. He heard a girl's voice. "Hey, assholes, let me in!" Hey! A living person! Alright! Shane lowered his crutch as he approached the stairway where the girl was just starting to slip/stumble through the doorway. He followed the girl into what he now knew was a bar, judging by the aesthetic of the room. His countenance fell, though, when he discovered that he seemed to be the oldest person inside; the other oldest one was a young woman who couldn't have been older than twenty or so. He watched the girl that came in before him for a short while, just in case he'd have to brain her for being a zombie. When no one else seemed to alarmed at her presence, he closed the door behind him and exhaled. "Hey," he said, exhaling once more. "What's going on?"	Oh, God! Is this really the last known picture of me on social media?! And it's from...gasp MYSPACE?! - Name – Shane - Age – Early 30’s - Appearance – I stand at around 6’1” tall. I’m slightly overweight, but healthy-looking. I have brown hair, but I've pretty much given up on keeping it, so it’s cut pretty short, but balding in the back. I tend to wear hats, such as the ratty, old Penn State hat I’m wearing in the picture. At the time of the outbreak, I was wearing a blue Captain America t-shirt, blue jeans, and a black, light jacket. My shoes are a pair of old, grey Sketchers. - Physicality – I grew up in a world of pain, and that’s only a slight hyperbole. Overall, I’m healthy, but I have severe hemophilia and I had my right leg amputated earlier this year (the day after my birthday, incidentally). Running is a physical impossibility for me at the moment, but I’m a tough son of a gun and can more than hold my own in a fight. Much of my physical strength lies in my upper body; I’m a lot stronger than I look. - Personality – I’m a pretty quiet person, I prefer to listen than talk. However, I tend to open up pretty quickly. People think I’m pretty funny, and since my amputation, I’ve been called ‘inspirational’, which honestly bugs me. I’m more of a ‘do-er’ than a thinker, and I have a stubborn streak, often sticking to my decisions, no matter how stupid they might be. I’ve learned not to take things too seriously, but there are times when people have to ask whether I’m actually being serious… I’m more of a follower than a leader, but if a leadership void needs to be filled, I’m usually the one to do it. - Lifestyle – I live in Pennsylvania, United States, near the state’s capitol. I grew up hating school, but loving to learn. (Rather not get into the hows and whys right now). I wanted to be in the military for as long as I could remember, since my dad was a Navy man, but couldn’t because of my hemophilia. After school, I attended college and worked about a dozen jobs, and after graduating, started working in an office. Not my dream job, but it pays the bills. - Why you're here? – I came (by myself) to Chicago to obtain an experimental myoelectric leg prosthesis. I want to be on the cutting edge. Before I could actually receive the new leg, however, the outbreak occurred. I ended up ducking into the bar to get away from the zombies. - Skills – I have a fair amount of medical/first aid knowledge, from tending my numerous injuries throughout the years. I’m also half decent with computers and electronics. I’m also a pretty good shot with a rifle (I grew up in bum-f**k nowhere, what else was I going to do for fun?) I've also read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, cover-to-cover a number of times, but I don't know if that counts. - Possessions – Aside from the usual cell phone and wallet, since I was planning a day trip, I also have a large, over-the-shoulder bag for carrying my old prosthetic leg, which contains my hemophilia ‘travel kit’, 1 full dose of Factor VIII (injectable), 2 or three syringes, butterfly needles, gauze, tape, alcohol wipes (as well as a sprayer for my prosthesis), tourniquet, and 2 small ice packs.
3,871	88	8	388	334	It all happened so first. She was working in the ER of the largest trauma hospital. It was four hours into her shift, when the emergency room exploded with activity. Several ambulances arrived with various patients with severe bite wounds. Not animal wounds. Bite wounds. From a human. What the fuck? The paramedic brought the first one into one of the Exam rooms but he was already flat-lining. It was a male in his early twenties. Walking briskly into ER Exam room 6, Sarah and two other nurses began CPR on the guy. Her hands squeezed together as she rhythmically continued compression pumps upon the young mans chest. Several minutes went by as she and the other nurses continued cardiopulmonary resuscitation but it wasn't working. She cursed silently to herself as the monitor continued the flat line warning The man stared blankly up at her, the eyes were glazed over. It was to late. The patient was dead. She ceased her actions and unplugged the monitor. The hallway was overwhelming with activity. Nurses and patients were yelling. She ran into the hallway and watched in horror as a man attacked one of the doctors and bit him on the arm. A paramedic pulled the crazed man off of the doctor, and a policeman shot him in the chest. The shot rang out through the ER, and a brief moment of silence followed. The man that was shot directly in the chest lunged towards the nearest person, and the policeman shot again. People screamed. Sarah screamed as the man who barely faltered charged the policeman. A third shot rang out and the bullet barreled through the man's head. Blood splattered and the man finally fell to the ground. Someone grabbed her. It was her friend, Sasha, also a nurse. "We have to get out of here!" Sasha pulled her down the hallway. This had to be a nightmare. She watched, fear gripping her chest, as more attacks occurred. Blood was everywhere, so much blood and many people were screaming. More gunshots. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, the patient who she had performed CPR on and died stumbled out of Exam Room 6 and reached out for her. "Is that a fucking zombie??!!! She turned and ran, following Sasha and several others who escaped out of one of the emergency exit further down the hall. As she reached her car, Sasha peeled out of the driveway in her Mustang, but Sarah glanced towards the hospital. Most of the activity was located outside of the ER. Several cops were firing at the entrance, and what appeared to be...zombies. She climbed into her 2014 silver Camaro SS and followed Sasha out of the back entrance and hauled ass. Traffic was crazy. At an intersection halfway to her apartment, someone slammed into her camaro. Her prized camaro. No! Not my car! In a slight haze, she climbed out of her car. After assessing herself, she sustained no injuries other than a minor cut on the side of her cheek. Blood oozed from the small wound, but she paid no attention to it. She grabbed her purse and backpack, and was about to approach the asshole that ran into her car, but he threw it in reverse and left. "Thanks a lot asshole!!! She walked to the passenger side and reached inside the broken window. Opening the glove box, she retrieved her 9mm handgun with the extra clip. Other than the wreck, the street was empty. Most of the chaos must still be back at the hospital. Brown eyes glanced around and she spotted a bar. Ah. What a perfect place to kill some time. She approached the bar cautiously. The door was open and it was completely empty. Shutting the door behind her, she briskly approached the bar and helped herself to the bottle of patron immediately taking a shot straight from the bottle. The burn was slow and good and exactly what she needed. Catching sight of herself in the mirror behind the bar, a soft gasp left her lips. Her scrubs were stained with blood. Blood that wasn't her own. Fear gripped her chest as the sudden realization of what just occurred hit her. She ran to the bathroom and stripped off her scrubs, wearing nothing but lace underwear and a white camisole over a matching lace bra. She began to wash the blood off her hands and her face as tears pooled in her bedroom eyes. Her worst nightmare was literally happening... Voices rose from outside the bathroom. She hastily got dressed into jeans and a blue tank top, leaving her her bloody scrubs in the trash. After making sure the safely was on, she concealed her handgun in the waistband of her jeans. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she hastily took another swig from the patron bottle, gathered her courage and walked out of the bathroom. "Hello everyone."	Bye-bye
3,872	88	9	362	148	"Mom? Mom, answer the phone... please?" Thomas cried silently as he dialed his mother's phone number again but all the came was the same tone of the lines being busy. It was no surprise with the situation happening outside, the only thing he wish he would of done, was to stay home if he knew this was going to happen. He gave a small sniffle and wiped his eyes which were beginning to tear up, and pushed against the wall the he was leaning on. He felt terrible, an empty feeling inside his stomach that made him felt very hollow at the fact that he had no idea what was happening back at home, where zombies might be over there as well. Trying to avoid of thing anything else, he unlocked the bathroom door's lock and peeked into the near empty rooms of the airport. The worst place to possibly be, as he saw the shambling corpses of former humans bumping into the glass doors from both inside and outside. He took and deep breath and retreated back into the backroom, where he locked the door once more. Thinking about what was supposed to happen on his vacation here, he was supposed to be picked up by one of his friends of Grade School, and spending the night before being picked up by one of his aunts. But now, that plan was out of the window as he expected none of that was going to happen. He gave a silent sigh and checked his luggage bag that he had obtained from luggage retrieval area. Inside, it contained about several days worth of clothes, about 5-7 days he estimated but knowing him they would last for about 4 days at most. He also packed his toothbrush and toothpaste inside there along with a bottle of shampoo and conditioner in a traveling size. But none of that would actually be a help for him, as he tried to escape the building without being noticed by any of the walking corpses. Taking a deep breath before trying to formulate some sort of plane, he opened the bathroom door and looked back and forth down the hall, making the coast was as clear as it would be. He briskly opened the bathroom door, thankfully not creaking loudly as most public doors did and silently picked up his feet as he walked on the carpet floor silently, bringing his bag along with him. Into the reception area of the airport, the front entrance was where the majority of the zombies laid so leaving through that way was impossible. Elevator was also a stupid idea, and entering through a emergency exit would only attract more zombies, but what other choice did he have? Besides breaking the large panes of glass His mind focused on his plans, he briskly walked to the emergency exit and took a deep breath. He adjusted his grip on his bag, so that he held it in his entire arm so it didn't bounce everywhere when it he would run. With his beginning step pushing him forward, he slammed open the emergency door and began to run. Trying to clear as much distance as he could, with adrenaline and fear fueling his drive... Huffing and puffing with his jacket sleeve covering his mouth, he was trying to muffle the sounds. Struggling to continue a running or jogging pace, so Thomas was left walking through the alleys. Hoping to find refuge somewhere where he could clear his mind and rest. He looked at his legs, with light scratches from scraping the brick walls of the buildings as he bounced into them. A loud booming voice echoed through the alley as he tried to locate it. No further sounds confirmed that she was dead or she would of been screaming. So he guess that's a good sign for now, as he went to search for where that voice came from. Walking down the alley, with his breath steadying slowly, he peeked from the corners to make sure that he was clear to move out waited until he had the opportunity to do so. Eventually reaching a stairwell going down, he looked around to make sure none of the corpses were around before he descended the stairs. Reaching to the bottom of the stairs, there was only a single door. Wondering if anyone was inside, he politely knocked, mimicking Anna from the Disney film 'Frozen'. "Hey you guys, do you want to build a snowman? If not then let me in... Please?" He asked as he tried the doorknob futilely before he waited to be let in.	- Name: Altay Gümüşok - Age: 19 - Appearance: 180cm Tall, 83kg weight. I have short, black hari(American style shaved), I shave my face everyday(I don't grow beard), I have white skin, brown eyes, and serial killer/psychopath look(which makes people feel unsecure. That's why I'm alone lol), I only laugh when something is funny, or there is/are pretty girl(s) talking to me. Other times, I have a poker face with serial killer look in my eyes... My shoulders are wider than avarage person. I have a little fat... I hate this. My hands are normal-not big or not small-. I'm hairy dude. I wear military boots, jeans, camo T-shirt, military-style green hoodie, a black leather jacket, and half-hand gloves. I wear a face mask, because in cold weathers, it can be used as scarf&mask at same time. It's green. - Physicality: Stronger than avarage person, I'm quick and I got dexterity, but I can run at normal speed only. I'm smoker and a little overweight, so can't run more than 10 minutes non-stop. If not non stop, or speed walking, I don't have any problem. I got high resistant to pain, once I punched glass than I had to take out all the small pieces, and I used a knife. Now those marks still on my hand. Because I pushed knife harder than normal to reach deeper. I'm 180 cm tall and 83 KG. Again, I can't run :D - Personality: I'm sadistic, pargmatist, I don't have emphatiy(I have some psychopath attiudes), anxiety disorder, I don't trust people easily so I act, I act as a different person to outside, and I act different roles to different people, I mostly manipulate peole, or at least try for it, I don't have mercy even for my little brother, I'm extremly narsist but I keep this to myself, I'm extremly selfish, I'm also shy to girls, I'm a fucking maniac who enjoys others' pain, I'm smart ass. I'm very rationalist guy and I'm materialist, so I always follow my brain. I have a pride for myself, but as a pragmatist, I always do what's necessary. I can be sarcastic and troll in real life, in many situations. I'm extremly relaxed and don't panic, but I take matters very seriously. I just don't look like in that way. I'm very cold blooded, I do things without hesitate. I'm very obsessed with my own security. My property is my life, it's equal for me. I'm also very silent unless I can find an interesting topic to talk with someone. I can't talk with people who doesn't interts me, I'll just act like I'm listening and shake my head. I plan and I do, I don't act without a plan. Even when I have very short time. I judge people in all ways, and make a list for myself. I list people in my brain, in different categories. As a realistic person, I don't believe in "good and evil". There are needs and joys in life, I mean pleasure. And people don't change. People live for their own interest. At least I believe this. - Lifestyle: I was born in Turkey. I was a normal student at school but I never studied for lessons at high school. Now I'm studying Law. I did camping 3 times. Most of the time I'm reading, searching, following news, reading books, and prepping. I'm a prepper. I spent most of my time for learning. I worked in few different jobs, one was needed some muscle(Don't know it in English, but I was used to carry heavy stuff). I have a very unhappy life, and I'm always complaining about it. I always wish for a chaos to get a chance to change my life. - Why you're here? I just wanted to see Freedom. I'm at USA as a Tourist. - Skills: Ok. So... Honesty...: Knife and weapon using(can use pistol and rifle, and I can clean pistol very well. Rifles takes some time. Automatic rifles-yeah I can use), explosives(don't even ask), some chemicals(in harms way), starting fire, water purifying(I'm a prepper IRL), horse-riding, stealth(really, people call me as a ghost sometimes...), I can do things without getting noticed, I have very good memory. And my other skills are... Things about thinking. :D - Possessions: Military style green backpack, black pocket knife, pack of cigarettes, BIC lighter, wallet, pen, notebook, mobile phone.
3,873	88	10	824	109	Casper sat on a stool and watched as person after person entered the room. Several people arrived; a one legged man, a knocking joker, a young woman even emerged from the pub bathroom. Casper was glad of it, safety in numbers. Everyone seemed friendly enough, though some were in better states than others. The light still worked, though it was very dim. The group gathered round the rooms center; some on the barstools, some on the table bench, some stood in the center indecisively. After each introduced themselves, Casper said their names over in his head to remember them: Genesis, Rose, Austin, Jessica, Shane, Sarah, Thomas. He had always been bad with names. They talked urgently about their situation. Casper suggested that they try to meet up with one of the military units roaming the city. The group mainly disagreed, saying how they were safer waiting for the shooting to die down. The group all understood the zombie concept, it felt a lot like mass media had been preparing them for this all their lives. Casper joked that he wouldn't be surprised if it was a stunt for the next stupid zombie movie. A short guy with dark, blond hair (Austin maybe?) suggested arming themselves and barricading the place. Casper thought about it, the windows were already bared, but a padlock or something holding them closed wouldn't hurt. The door was the weakest point, the thing itself was strong but the lock would break rather easily. As for weapons, their were several potential weapon like items. Two blunt, ornamental knives, Any of the wooden table legs, The metal barstools, A set of golf clubs found in a bag leaning against the wall, And most usefully: a shotgun found behind the bar, loaded with two shots. The group would probably start to arm themselves once the ice was broken. They talked for a bit longer about what they thought was going on. The gunfire in the distance began to die down. Hopefully that was due to less targets, rather than less shooters. As the group talked a voice sounded from the crowd "Hey, what was that?!" The group fell silent, their faces turning to shock as they heard what had caused the alarm. It was coming from just out side. A shadow... A shuffling of feet... A moan...	Name: Casper Gray Age: 16 (17 in November) Nationality: English Appearance: As you can see from the picture ( that I look like a twat in ) I have triangular blond hair, blue eyes and at the moment a massive spot on my chin. I don't actually know how tall or weighty I am but would say around 5"something and at around 7 stone. I would usually be seen wearing some random, plain t-shirt with jeans or trousers. I usually always wear my thin, purple hoodie when I go out. I prefer bigger shoes like boots over trainers as they are comfortable over long days of walking around. I will nearly ALWAYS have my headphones round my neck or on my ears. Physicality: Fairly skinny I really have no upper body strength whatsoever. I'm around average speed for my age but am quite good at long distances. I am fairly nimble when it comes to jumping on or off things and have not much problem with heights. I would be pretty useless at using a bashing or cutting weapon, as I lack the strength and skill needed. As for resistance to pain i'd say I'm around average. Personality: Aloof and quiet, I'm actually rather shy with strangers, speaking in short one word answers, working at the chip shop has gotten some of this shyness out of me, but not all of it... And I still have no idea how to talk to girls (unless they're into video games or anime). When I do get to know someone, and become comfortable talking to them: I morph into someone who just wants to have a laugh, making crude or sadistic jokes, while generally playing the fool rather than getting stuff done. I don't smoke, and drink only in moderation. I'm into lots of things, most recently making music. I thought that I love listening to it so much I might as well try and make some, I already played the piano a bit so I get the basics ( ). I spend most of my time playing games, mostly a game called 'league of legends', which is supposedly highly competitive, though me and my friends tend to just run round like idiots annoying our own team. I'm studying graphics at AS level right now, I can draw to a fairly ok-ish standard but always felt that there wasn't too many job opportunities there, graphics on the other hand might do... idk? Like I say, I love music. Most of which is electronic/EDM, Glitch hop being my favorite genre. Here is one a my favs ( ) I think I would try my best to get analog with other survivors, doing my be overly polite thing. I don't like to really have enemies. Lifestyle: I was born in London but at around 4 moved down to rural Devon. This is where I grew up, at this age I didn't have much access to technology as my parents weren't very interested in it (this may explain my addiction now) so spent my time climbing trees and jumping on bales, generally hurting myself. I found primary school how most kids find it, primary school like, I think all it is is throwing crayons around and scribbling... Secondary school was where I got my first real friendship group, Up until then I had one or two best friends and that was it. We would have such a laugh, I remember doing things like spending whole science lessons seeing how fast plasticine whales can fly or putting the cafeteria table up on top of a roof segment on the last day. I was changed a lot by secondary school though, I became more inclusive and less annoying. As I gained an awesome friendship group I lost the ability to jump into strangers conversations, I didn't need to be the center of attention anymore. At that point I became the introvert I am now, I spend most of my time at home working on the various projects I do. Right now i've just started my A levels. I was originally going to take maths and physics, I was rather good at them (Got and A in gcse) but just felt I'd rather follow the art side of myself, and so took graphics and animation. Weather it will pay off I don't know?.. Why I'm here: I was traveling to Chicago as part of a school trip, I had never been to America so was pretty exited, especially considering I would one-day like to live there. Little did I know what was to come. During the out-brake I was separated from my school group in the panic, I didn't know anyone really so I would not really have the incentive to go looking for them. I found my way to a the small outer bar doors by tripping on the curb near them, I figured that it would be a good place to hide, I was glad to see others had done the same. Skills: I can do most of the basics; cook, sweep, clean, change a light-bulb, ect. I am fairly good with computers, not at hacker level or anything, just I know my way round the things quite well. I'm alright at drawing, and am good at making diagrams. I can play the piano a bit. I'm alright at first aid and construction (I could make a good shelter). I am bad at spelling and grammer, my handwriting is almost unreadable. I can have good communication skills, but will most time be too shy to use them. I can't drive, fight, carry heavy things, operate a firearm and many other things that would be useful in an apocalypse. I think I will be relying on the skills of others a lot in this situation. Possessions: I'm wearing; Blue jeans, black t-shirt, purple hooded shirt, brown leather boots, short black socks and a small side-bag. I'm carrying; My i-pod touch with a broken screen (only plays music), my headphones, my sketchpad, my cheap Chinese windows tablet, My wallet containing $20 cash, my passport and my credit card which cant be used in America.
3,874	88	11	693	1,154	Vincent took a glance at his cellphone's clock. 2:32 PM The flight was supposed to leave two hours ago. Long layover times was something the frequent flyer was used to, but that didn't make them any less unpleasant. Pocketing the phone, he stretched out his legs and looked at the television screen which was running on about a recent incident. There were quite a few people staring at the screen as the disclaimer for gruesome images came up. "This just coming in. There are reports of attacks happening all over the city. They are aggressive and very violent. So far there has been no communication from the people starting these attacks. The following images are a series of pictures captured by our own camera man, Daniel Lebowski during his time off. Be warned, these pictures are extremely graphic, viewer discretion advised." The photos produced were indeed gruesome. A mob of people attacking and biting other people, but something didn't look right. Vincent let out a breath. "Oh, man." Zombies. He always dismissed the idea as fantasy, something to toy with in his head for amusement, but to actually see it happen was a bit shocking. He looked around cautiously among the crowd. Sticking around here would be way to dangerous. Airports and other crowded places were terrible places to be for outbreaks of any kind. Vincent casually left his carry on and made his way at a fast pace through an emergency exit tripping the fire alarm. He didn't exactly care as there was no way in hell he'd be caught dead at an airport with something as huge and deadly as this going down. Cities were a terrible place to be too, but at least there would be decent escape routes provided the crowding issue wasn't too bad. He had confidence that his close friends back home would be smart enough to deal with the situation as needed, after all in casual conversation the topic of zombie apocalypse survival plans had come up on occasion. Vincent rushed down the stairs of the fire escape and made his way towards the city proper itself. O'Hare wouldn't be operating for long. He spent some time wandering town, steering clear of crowds of people and buildings when he saw from a short distance a few people go into a bar at varying times. He smirked and chuckled. "Guess I could do with a drink before actually getting out of the city." He walked up to the building and spotted a group of zombies attacking someone in an alley. He cringed and kept walking. No helping that poor soul. He came up to the door and there was someone already waiting there. A kid. Probably mid-late teens. Vincent decided to ask the obvious question. "Door locked?" Already, he was having second thoughts about the decision to make a pit stop at a bar for a rest. He glanced over his shoulder nervously. One zombie would be OK to deal with, but a group like the one not far away would be an issue.	- Name Vincent David DeMoore (This is not my real name, but one I use it regularly for myself in LARPing) - Age 24 - Appearance Normal build, something akin to an ex-runner that let his body go a bit from sedentary lifestyle. Wavy and curly brunette hair with a short rusty beard. Slightly less than six feet tall. Freckles all over face and arms with some dotting legs. Normally wears a black vest, black dress pants, berry dress shirt, dark socks, and black sneakers for when walking around a lot. - Physicality Somewhat strong from weight lifting as a way to maintain fitness. Due to a genetic issue of joint being looser than they should be fairly tolerant to pain, but not necessarily constant discomfort. Overall good endurance from cross country days. - Personality Very restrained and held back as a person. Spends a fair amount of time in thought to consider options or just to get lost in imagination. Fairly social, but can take too much time to respond in stressful situations. Patient and relaxed, even in bad situations which can be both a boon and a detriment. Can act with confidence when making decisions and often doesn't doubt himself. Can be somewhat arrogant and very low tolerance for foolishness. Somewhat paranoid and overly cautious, but careful not to show it. - Lifestyle Born in United States, grew up in a small city in the north east. School went from being a rocky ride full of bullies looking to be him up to people liking him for actually dancing at dances. Found out in college he had a nack for finance and stuck with it. - Why you're here? Was at a layover in O'Hare Airport on a trip to visit family when things started going bad and decided to get out of Dodge by foot. - Skills Cooking - One of my favorite hobbies Driving - It is a skill ;) Improvising - Fixing things with the wrong thing, yeah! Melee Fighting Skills - I'm a LARPer, I got to know my stuff! - Possessions LG Smart Phone, 2 Mechanical Pencils and a ball point pen, Wallet with various cards and cash as well as bobby pins.
3,875	88	12	693	1,154	Altay The times he spent in Turkey, was for nothing. He knew it. They told him that, in Western countries, people live a lot more better lives. Finally, he wanted to see it with his own eyes. And he chose... Chicago. Al Capone's City. Not the best desicion in his life. He left his suitcase in the hotel room, and get out quickly to walk around city. At night... It was a great idea. He light a cigarette, and started walking while watching around. The street was empty, but not silent. He heard screams, and than some gunfire. Robbery? Rape? Murder? he was trying to figure out the situation. He kept walking, to the end of street. He saw three abondoned cars, and two bodies lying on ground. And some blood... Natural selection. Good. finally... Something happening for the sake of mankind. While smoking, he turned right to go to bar. He left the cars behind him. Then he heard moaning behind him. Altay turned back to see what's going on. Two bodies on ground, was getting on their feet. They started walking to Altay. I was waiting for a nuclear war, not for zombies... They kept walking, and Altay put a distance between himself and zombies. They were slow. Easy targets. Wish I had a gun right now. Altay just sprinted, for few seconds. He reached the street of the bar. No need to waste time with walking corpses. I hope I can take shower during zombie situation. Altay made his way out of the street. He threw end of the cigarette to road, than looked to the bar. He saw a man with beard, and a zombie walking to him. One person could handle two of these brainless zombies, but a horde of them... You need assault rifles, and machine guns... And some bombs. Altay took his pocket knife in his hand. He yelled at the bearded guy: "Hey, need some help?"	- Name Vincent David DeMoore (This is not my real name, but one I use it regularly for myself in LARPing) - Age 24 - Appearance Normal build, something akin to an ex-runner that let his body go a bit from sedentary lifestyle. Wavy and curly brunette hair with a short rusty beard. Slightly less than six feet tall. Freckles all over face and arms with some dotting legs. Normally wears a black vest, black dress pants, berry dress shirt, dark socks, and black sneakers for when walking around a lot. - Physicality Somewhat strong from weight lifting as a way to maintain fitness. Due to a genetic issue of joint being looser than they should be fairly tolerant to pain, but not necessarily constant discomfort. Overall good endurance from cross country days. - Personality Very restrained and held back as a person. Spends a fair amount of time in thought to consider options or just to get lost in imagination. Fairly social, but can take too much time to respond in stressful situations. Patient and relaxed, even in bad situations which can be both a boon and a detriment. Can act with confidence when making decisions and often doesn't doubt himself. Can be somewhat arrogant and very low tolerance for foolishness. Somewhat paranoid and overly cautious, but careful not to show it. - Lifestyle Born in United States, grew up in a small city in the north east. School went from being a rocky ride full of bullies looking to be him up to people liking him for actually dancing at dances. Found out in college he had a nack for finance and stuck with it. - Why you're here? Was at a layover in O'Hare Airport on a trip to visit family when things started going bad and decided to get out of Dodge by foot. - Skills Cooking - One of my favorite hobbies Driving - It is a skill ;) Improvising - Fixing things with the wrong thing, yeah! Melee Fighting Skills - I'm a LARPer, I got to know my stuff! - Possessions LG Smart Phone, 2 Mechanical Pencils and a ball point pen, Wallet with various cards and cash as well as bobby pins.
3,876	88	13	693	1,154	Hey, need some help? Vincent glanced over his shoulder again to see a guy with a deadpan look on his face. He already had a bad feeling about the stranger. One of the zombies he had seen must have spotted him as it was lumbering towards him. Before life this zombie couldn't have been much older than a freshman in college, but now it was just an undead thing hungry for flesh. He frowned at the situation. Maybe trying to stop at a bar other people were going to was a bad idea. Where the living congregated, the undead would definitely seek out. Vincent stepped away from the door and faced the zombie. The way it moved, meant it could be easily outmaneuvered. He trusted himself to be agile enough to get past it. His heart pounded with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He dashed between it and the wall and the zombie clumsily stumbled towards him reaching at him, but it couldn't keep up with his speed and tripped. Vincent got behind the zombie before it could collect itself, grabbed it by the hair, and slammed it head first into the corner of the bar using his and its body weight to take it out. Vincent let go and watched the zombie slide down the wall and crumble to the ground. He took in a deep breath and let it out. He faced the knife-wielding stranger and smiled. Taking out the zombie was somewhat satisfying. "I'm good, thanks. Better get to safety before more come." At this point he heard moaning and shuffling not too far off and glanced over a few cars to see a small horde of zombies headed for the bar. "Well..." He trailed off as if he were to say something else, but held back. Vincent got onto the opposite side of a van and got low enough that he could see through the windows to get a decent view of the horde. He needed an escape route. The bar wasn't a good option. There were a few alleys, but the street was wide open. There was no telling how far the zombies would chase him if he was spotted. He looked around for options and found about a hundred feet away a turned over truck. At the moment, the stranger - while a risk - was not first and foremost in his mind. The truck was not perfect cover, but it would hide him from the horde and allow him time to find other options. Hopefully there were no surprises behind that truck. He kept crouched and sneaked away from the horde keeping near the parked vehicles and a cautious eye over his shoulder. Whoever was in that bar would have to find their own way out of the trouble coming their way, because even if he wanted to there was no way Vincent would be able to help.	- Name Vincent David DeMoore (This is not my real name, but one I use it regularly for myself in LARPing) - Age 24 - Appearance Normal build, something akin to an ex-runner that let his body go a bit from sedentary lifestyle. Wavy and curly brunette hair with a short rusty beard. Slightly less than six feet tall. Freckles all over face and arms with some dotting legs. Normally wears a black vest, black dress pants, berry dress shirt, dark socks, and black sneakers for when walking around a lot. - Physicality Somewhat strong from weight lifting as a way to maintain fitness. Due to a genetic issue of joint being looser than they should be fairly tolerant to pain, but not necessarily constant discomfort. Overall good endurance from cross country days. - Personality Very restrained and held back as a person. Spends a fair amount of time in thought to consider options or just to get lost in imagination. Fairly social, but can take too much time to respond in stressful situations. Patient and relaxed, even in bad situations which can be both a boon and a detriment. Can act with confidence when making decisions and often doesn't doubt himself. Can be somewhat arrogant and very low tolerance for foolishness. Somewhat paranoid and overly cautious, but careful not to show it. - Lifestyle Born in United States, grew up in a small city in the north east. School went from being a rocky ride full of bullies looking to be him up to people liking him for actually dancing at dances. Found out in college he had a nack for finance and stuck with it. - Why you're here? Was at a layover in O'Hare Airport on a trip to visit family when things started going bad and decided to get out of Dodge by foot. - Skills Cooking - One of my favorite hobbies Driving - It is a skill ;) Improvising - Fixing things with the wrong thing, yeah! Melee Fighting Skills - I'm a LARPer, I got to know my stuff! - Possessions LG Smart Phone, 2 Mechanical Pencils and a ball point pen, Wallet with various cards and cash as well as bobby pins.
3,877	88	14	1,203	351	As much as Shane wanted to arm himself with the shotgun, he knew that two rounds wasn't going to get him...them very far. He ignored most of the other "weapons", except for the golf clubs. They'd probably break after a few good whacks, but they could come in handy. "This can't be all we have," he muttered to anyone who was listening. He was about to suggest having everyone take an inventory of what they had and possibly pooling their resources when he heard shouting and moaning coming from outside. As he stepped toward the door, he asked, "Hey, what was that?!" He approached the door's window and saw a veritable horde of zombies outside. "Fuck me." He stepped away from the door as quickly as he could, taking care not to let his knee buckle. He turned toward the group and stated, trying to control the shakiness in his voice,"We got company. Uh, a bunch of walkers, and...I think people. I heard yelling right outside." He held his crutch out in front of him, with the top of the crutch pointed outward, like a spear. he doubted that he would be able to get enough leverage to get a good swing at any of the zombies, but maybe he could simply shove them out of the way while someone else mopped up. Hopefully, everyone could think on their feet.	Oh, God! Is this really the last known picture of me on social media?! And it's from...gasp MYSPACE?! - Name – Shane - Age – Early 30’s - Appearance – I stand at around 6’1” tall. I’m slightly overweight, but healthy-looking. I have brown hair, but I've pretty much given up on keeping it, so it’s cut pretty short, but balding in the back. I tend to wear hats, such as the ratty, old Penn State hat I’m wearing in the picture. At the time of the outbreak, I was wearing a blue Captain America t-shirt, blue jeans, and a black, light jacket. My shoes are a pair of old, grey Sketchers. - Physicality – I grew up in a world of pain, and that’s only a slight hyperbole. Overall, I’m healthy, but I have severe hemophilia and I had my right leg amputated earlier this year (the day after my birthday, incidentally). Running is a physical impossibility for me at the moment, but I’m a tough son of a gun and can more than hold my own in a fight. Much of my physical strength lies in my upper body; I’m a lot stronger than I look. - Personality – I’m a pretty quiet person, I prefer to listen than talk. However, I tend to open up pretty quickly. People think I’m pretty funny, and since my amputation, I’ve been called ‘inspirational’, which honestly bugs me. I’m more of a ‘do-er’ than a thinker, and I have a stubborn streak, often sticking to my decisions, no matter how stupid they might be. I’ve learned not to take things too seriously, but there are times when people have to ask whether I’m actually being serious… I’m more of a follower than a leader, but if a leadership void needs to be filled, I’m usually the one to do it. - Lifestyle – I live in Pennsylvania, United States, near the state’s capitol. I grew up hating school, but loving to learn. (Rather not get into the hows and whys right now). I wanted to be in the military for as long as I could remember, since my dad was a Navy man, but couldn’t because of my hemophilia. After school, I attended college and worked about a dozen jobs, and after graduating, started working in an office. Not my dream job, but it pays the bills. - Why you're here? – I came (by myself) to Chicago to obtain an experimental myoelectric leg prosthesis. I want to be on the cutting edge. Before I could actually receive the new leg, however, the outbreak occurred. I ended up ducking into the bar to get away from the zombies. - Skills – I have a fair amount of medical/first aid knowledge, from tending my numerous injuries throughout the years. I’m also half decent with computers and electronics. I’m also a pretty good shot with a rifle (I grew up in bum-f**k nowhere, what else was I going to do for fun?) I've also read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, cover-to-cover a number of times, but I don't know if that counts. - Possessions – Aside from the usual cell phone and wallet, since I was planning a day trip, I also have a large, over-the-shoulder bag for carrying my old prosthetic leg, which contains my hemophilia ‘travel kit’, 1 full dose of Factor VIII (injectable), 2 or three syringes, butterfly needles, gauze, tape, alcohol wipes (as well as a sprayer for my prosthesis), tourniquet, and 2 small ice packs.
3,878	88	15	362	148	Thomas Lee "I'm good, thanks. Better get to safety before more come." "Well..." Nervousness, a bit of awe, and a growing amount of craziness was the three emotions that Thomas was feeling, in no particular order. As he watched one of the older men- or was it guy? He didn't know which noun to properly use but the uncoordinated sound of moaning, might of sounded funny if anywhere else but here in this situation only brought panic, which he easily was starting to feel. The now lifeless shell of one of the zombie, was an interesting sight that brought the constant reminder of that more was coming and that they had little time to decide their next course of action. The man who killed the zombie was surely a decent person to follow for the moment if anything, if he even had a choice, so he went with his guts and decided. Waiting for the door to open was not a bright idea, and with the zombie killer man making the first move out of the trio, he instinctively followed. Debating on whether to drop his luggage bag at the door, simply because it wouldn't be any help when running away if it came down to that. But decided that if needed he could drop it wherever if the situation called for it, and brought it with him as he followed the older man nervously. With all the chaos around the three of them, stuck in the moment Thomas rudely forgot the other guy with them as he snuck off with the other male. Making sure to step lightly and follow without making as much noise as he could, following the man to the truck he briskly brought out his phone and whispered to the guy as Thomas raised his hand with his phone in it. "If we need it I can have the volume set to maximum, and call it to trigger the ringtone if a distraction is wanted. But before we get hasty, whats your name? Not the best time but maybe latter. Okay? Okay! My name is Thomas, I hope to have a pleasurable experience working with you to get out alive" He said that to the man as he swiped his finger on the screen before putting his phone back into his pocket. He was a bit nervous, but joking around lighten him up a little be as he gave a silent laugh to himself. 'What to do next Thomas? Running down the street again would just suck, and I would probably be left behind most likely. What is Plan C, come on...' He thought to himself as he kept an eye on the crowd of zombies slowly crawling over.	- Name: Altay Gümüşok - Age: 19 - Appearance: 180cm Tall, 83kg weight. I have short, black hari(American style shaved), I shave my face everyday(I don't grow beard), I have white skin, brown eyes, and serial killer/psychopath look(which makes people feel unsecure. That's why I'm alone lol), I only laugh when something is funny, or there is/are pretty girl(s) talking to me. Other times, I have a poker face with serial killer look in my eyes... My shoulders are wider than avarage person. I have a little fat... I hate this. My hands are normal-not big or not small-. I'm hairy dude. I wear military boots, jeans, camo T-shirt, military-style green hoodie, a black leather jacket, and half-hand gloves. I wear a face mask, because in cold weathers, it can be used as scarf&mask at same time. It's green. - Physicality: Stronger than avarage person, I'm quick and I got dexterity, but I can run at normal speed only. I'm smoker and a little overweight, so can't run more than 10 minutes non-stop. If not non stop, or speed walking, I don't have any problem. I got high resistant to pain, once I punched glass than I had to take out all the small pieces, and I used a knife. Now those marks still on my hand. Because I pushed knife harder than normal to reach deeper. I'm 180 cm tall and 83 KG. Again, I can't run :D - Personality: I'm sadistic, pargmatist, I don't have emphatiy(I have some psychopath attiudes), anxiety disorder, I don't trust people easily so I act, I act as a different person to outside, and I act different roles to different people, I mostly manipulate peole, or at least try for it, I don't have mercy even for my little brother, I'm extremly narsist but I keep this to myself, I'm extremly selfish, I'm also shy to girls, I'm a fucking maniac who enjoys others' pain, I'm smart ass. I'm very rationalist guy and I'm materialist, so I always follow my brain. I have a pride for myself, but as a pragmatist, I always do what's necessary. I can be sarcastic and troll in real life, in many situations. I'm extremly relaxed and don't panic, but I take matters very seriously. I just don't look like in that way. I'm very cold blooded, I do things without hesitate. I'm very obsessed with my own security. My property is my life, it's equal for me. I'm also very silent unless I can find an interesting topic to talk with someone. I can't talk with people who doesn't interts me, I'll just act like I'm listening and shake my head. I plan and I do, I don't act without a plan. Even when I have very short time. I judge people in all ways, and make a list for myself. I list people in my brain, in different categories. As a realistic person, I don't believe in "good and evil". There are needs and joys in life, I mean pleasure. And people don't change. People live for their own interest. At least I believe this. - Lifestyle: I was born in Turkey. I was a normal student at school but I never studied for lessons at high school. Now I'm studying Law. I did camping 3 times. Most of the time I'm reading, searching, following news, reading books, and prepping. I'm a prepper. I spent most of my time for learning. I worked in few different jobs, one was needed some muscle(Don't know it in English, but I was used to carry heavy stuff). I have a very unhappy life, and I'm always complaining about it. I always wish for a chaos to get a chance to change my life. - Why you're here? I just wanted to see Freedom. I'm at USA as a Tourist. - Skills: Ok. So... Honesty...: Knife and weapon using(can use pistol and rifle, and I can clean pistol very well. Rifles takes some time. Automatic rifles-yeah I can use), explosives(don't even ask), some chemicals(in harms way), starting fire, water purifying(I'm a prepper IRL), horse-riding, stealth(really, people call me as a ghost sometimes...), I can do things without getting noticed, I have very good memory. And my other skills are... Things about thinking. :D - Possessions: Military style green backpack, black pocket knife, pack of cigarettes, BIC lighter, wallet, pen, notebook, mobile phone.
3,879	88	16	388	334	As she scrutinized the small gathering within the bar, it was obvious that most of it's inhabitants were in shock. A few were attempting small talk, while others were trying to prepare for their next move. She didn't give out her name, nor attempted to introduce herself. Now was not the time for that. Walking to the bar, she hoisted her bag onto the top of the bar and slammed it down, making a loud bang. Hopefully, she created a distraction to cease the small talk. "Listen up everyone!" She glanced around and attempted to make eye contact with everyone in the bar. She appeared calm on the outside, optimistic even. Casually, she brushed a strand of her long brunette hair from out of her face. "We need to get out of the city. Now. " Chicago had a very high population and if this zombie outbreak was anything like the ones in the movies, a big city was the worst place to be. "It won't be long before the city is overrun. We have to move fast. Grab anything you see here that you can use as a weapon." As she said this, she stuffed her purse into the backpack, followed by the bottle of the patron, then quickly put both arms through the straps to place the bag comfortably on her back. She looked around once more at the others. She wasn't trying to be heroic, nor a leader. She just figured it was the smartest thing to do. Besides, she did not want to be trapped in this bar forever, no matter how much she loved to drink. A man called out a warning, and Sarah waltzed quickly the door, taking note of the small horde. She noticed their slow speed and intended to use this as a weakness. She then reached within the waistband of her jeans and revealed her 9mm Glock handgun, mainly to give herself confidence. Smiling innocently at the man next to her, she then scanned for escape routes, catching sight of someone running towards someone else who was crouching behind a large van. They had the right idea. She checked her handgun and turned the safety off. She carried one extra C-Mag for her gun which held a boastful 100 rounds. It should be enough to get her and whoever wanted to go with towards the rural area. Smiling brightly, she glanced back towards the other people in the bar. "After all...what's the number one rule in Zombieland?" And with that, she jogged out of the bar towards the van and away from the oncoming horde. She jogged for a total of ten steps before slowing to a brisk walk, panting from the exertion. Boy...I'm out of shape. She kept her gun at eye level, carefully being aware of her surroundings. Knowing the sound of a firing bullet would attract danger, she would only fire her weapon if it was a life or death situation. Thank you Dad, for dragging me to the gun range and teaching me how to shoot. Reaching the van, she paused quickly to tie her hair back into a ponytail so the long strands wouldn't be in her face. Crouching next to the two guys, she once again gave her southern belle smile. "Howdy!" She spoke softly with a Texan accent before turning back to see if anyone had followed her while expertly aiming her 9mm to cover if need be.	Bye-bye
3,880	88	17	2,585	2,249	Wwack, Thwack, Thawck was the constant sound of militry black boots beating on the ground. The sound of one man slowly jogging through the city streets with a radio in his hand. Why had it all gone down the plug hole so fast, the armys were not epecting such a fight on their hands and the civilians... well Charles could still hear their screams as they were cut down in machine gun fire... dumb yanks forever using mass ammounts of men to fill the lines and killing any civies that stand in their way. I guess it was lucky really that Charles was wearing his dress uniform, else they may have shot him too. As he rounded the corner of the street he could see only a van and some silouets in a windown moving around. "Either people or too many KIA's" Charles moved slowly along the wall keeping low to the wall and moving slow enough not to be heard. He had his gun out and ready at his side for if something happened like aggressive survivors. Spotting a van he walked over to it, not seeing or due to how he was on the other side. Peering into the window he sighed and slammed his pistole into the window setting the car alarm off. Reaching into the shattered glass to grab the door handle and swing it open. Sitting in the drivers seat, the constant wailing of the alarm doing nothing to help the approaching horde that he could now see in the mirrors	Name 2nd Lieutenant Calafato but call me "Rupert" or "Hatter" - Age 21 to 25 - Appearance Security reasons I cant use a picture. I am 1 meter 9, 20 stone. I am not very musclar but I have the power and speed to clear streets. I believe I have a intimidating presence given I have been told I look like a psychopathy. I wear my dress uniform most of the time given the nature of my job but when I am in civis I wear all black. - Physicality Well, I am the basic needs of fitness. I can run a mile in a few minutes and not tire all that much. I have very little muscles on my body as I prefer speed over strength. I can take a beating and survive a few days of constant pain and sleep deprivation. Not really much else. I suck at writing about myself - Personality I would describe myself as a scary mother trucker but I doubt that is true. I am however a hopeless romantic, thats down to my fault of believing conflict to be romantic. I do however have a very scary side, I mean if you see me clear a room in 10 second flat you will see what I mean, you will see the do or die attitude. The cold dead stare that never falterers and the concentration I have set in my face. I am however sad at the moment after I have been discharged from active duty and put as a desk jocky. - Lifestyle I am a British citizen. So that's all you really need to know. School was a basic push and pull, hard sometimes and easy others. I did well enough to get some A levels and move unto sandhurst officer school... that I hated so much. The constant need to change and be active. I survived though and am now a Rupert (For those who dont know that's slang and insult for a officer who came from a commission not from work) - Why you're here? Why not? You dont always have to take your leave in your own country. He took a holiday instead of shore leave. I mean I dont have much family any ways. - Skills: As would be expected, I can fire a gun to a accurate degree. I have survival skills, leadership skills though my men would disagree. I am able to drive cars in a convoy or in a chase. I am very intimidating according to the privates and for that they do what I say. - Possessions I carry my old Iphone 4, Many packs of gum, Credit cards, My dog tags, I normaly would carry a Glock and a Sa80 rifle. I never leave without my Glock even on holiday.
3,881	88	18	2,504	144	There was a moment while she heated the pan on the stove top that Rose debated whether she was better in a group or off on her own. It grew quickly, undoubtedly and brought a common anxiety to an always cautious heart. Lips drew thin, thumbing the pink case of her phone. It wasn't as if she ever stopped thinking. The Michigander was always pulsing with ideas, able to conduct a compendium of experiments in her mind all at once. They were at an advantage, in a sense. A multitude of different cultures, body types, age ranges. Not that the zombies would take pity on a teenager or any young adult. She'd passed by an elementary not long ago and saw the most disturbing things... There hadn't been any names given - she wasn't going to be the first. Countless days in the world of customer service had burnt that initial friendliness out of her. Deciding that a meal which took time wasn't the wisest, she shrugged her backpack off slender shoulders, pulled out a less favored pair of jeans and tucked the unopened bags of food retrieved from the pantry inside, "If you have room, grab food from the pantry." Said jeans were then tied around the backpack tightly, zippers and the few external pockets of the denim bag concealed. Tongue darted over her lips, glossing them with the intent to speak... but the young woman couldn't conjure a wise thing to say. The zombie had made sure of that. Tucked behind the bar, she realized that the 'l'-shape could pin her. The thin gal moved grabbing the still hot pan from its safe handle and a few bottles of liquor. It wouldn't do much against the zombies, but it helped her feel better than the three inch blade in her pocket. Hearing that there was a mess outside she sighed, knowing that the window in the pantry wasn't big enough for everyone to squeeze through. So out the front Rose went with a bitten, "Ridiculous." "I don't suppose anyone has a plan?" She ventured admirably, seeing the undead mass heading to them, to the bar. Her voice was soft and elf-like, something you'd hear off of a Broadway musical or a radio show. She flipped the pan in one hand, the liquor wedged tightly between each finger. Three bottles, three shots! Two bottles were set at her feet just as the car alarm went off. The third dropped and shattered, surprised by the car alarm. Still, she pressed on, setting pan down for a moment. She was clearly testing the waters which brewed and bubbled in that pretty little head of hers. She unzipped her pants for a moment and pulled them down, knife pulled from one of the pockets. She cut her underwear off, unscrewed the cap of the liquor and stuffed it inside. Pants were hauled up again, buttoned. Any comments from the peanut gallery were left to rest. The pan was flipped to face the approaching crowd, a bottle with a thick glass base set before it. In all her years of badminton, tennis, service was an undoubted strongpoint. "Anyone have a light?" Let's ignite those zombies!	Discontinued.
3,882	88	19	1,203	351	Shane glanced downward at the Glock that the young woman beside him revealed. "Nice," he whispered, flashing a slight smile himself. He'd never fired a handgun in his life, but he was confident that this woman knew what she was doing as he noticed her deftly click off the safety. "After all...what's the number one rule in Zombieland?" With that display of bravado, the woman was out the door, jogging ahead of him. And before he could move through the door, the waif woman he saw earlier rushed past him as well. Shane grimaced slightly and muttered, “Son of a bitch…” He had hoped to take the lead, using his crutch to push zombies from their path. But he knew that he would only slow them down, anyway, so he settled with covering the rear. He had the feeling he’d be doing this kind of thing a lot… Upon exiting, he spied someone getting into the van, a military man, by the looks of it. He knew that ‘Zombieland’ and whoever she found were behind the van. If ‘The Colonel’ over there decided to leave, (if he even could) they’d all be wide open. The blaring car alarm certainly wasn’t helping things. His first instinct was to run to the van to get ‘The Colonel’s’ attention, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it; he’d only tried running once before, and he not only looked ridiculous doing it, but he didn’t move very quickly. Running was out of the question. Throwing something could be seen as an act of aggression, so that was out, too. He would have to call out to him, drawing attention to both himself and ‘Waif-girl’. He sighed and was about to call out before Waif-girl spoke: ”I don't suppose anyone has a plan?” He glanced in her direction and saw her removing her pants. He quickly averted his eyes. When you gotta go, you gotta go, he supposed. Holding his free hand in front of his eyes, he replied, ”I’m going to try to get The Colonel’s attention. You can…I dunno…” Before he could think of anything, the girl ask if anyone had a light. Shane ventured a glance back and saw that she was now holding a Molotov cocktail. He shrugged hopelessly, knowing he didn’t have one… ”No, but keep it around. We could use it later.” He then turned his attention to The Colonel, and tried to shout over the alarm, ”HEY! THERE’RE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU!” He then quickly added, ”LIVING PEOPLE!”	Oh, God! Is this really the last known picture of me on social media?! And it's from...gasp MYSPACE?! - Name – Shane - Age – Early 30’s - Appearance – I stand at around 6’1” tall. I’m slightly overweight, but healthy-looking. I have brown hair, but I've pretty much given up on keeping it, so it’s cut pretty short, but balding in the back. I tend to wear hats, such as the ratty, old Penn State hat I’m wearing in the picture. At the time of the outbreak, I was wearing a blue Captain America t-shirt, blue jeans, and a black, light jacket. My shoes are a pair of old, grey Sketchers. - Physicality – I grew up in a world of pain, and that’s only a slight hyperbole. Overall, I’m healthy, but I have severe hemophilia and I had my right leg amputated earlier this year (the day after my birthday, incidentally). Running is a physical impossibility for me at the moment, but I’m a tough son of a gun and can more than hold my own in a fight. Much of my physical strength lies in my upper body; I’m a lot stronger than I look. - Personality – I’m a pretty quiet person, I prefer to listen than talk. However, I tend to open up pretty quickly. People think I’m pretty funny, and since my amputation, I’ve been called ‘inspirational’, which honestly bugs me. I’m more of a ‘do-er’ than a thinker, and I have a stubborn streak, often sticking to my decisions, no matter how stupid they might be. I’ve learned not to take things too seriously, but there are times when people have to ask whether I’m actually being serious… I’m more of a follower than a leader, but if a leadership void needs to be filled, I’m usually the one to do it. - Lifestyle – I live in Pennsylvania, United States, near the state’s capitol. I grew up hating school, but loving to learn. (Rather not get into the hows and whys right now). I wanted to be in the military for as long as I could remember, since my dad was a Navy man, but couldn’t because of my hemophilia. After school, I attended college and worked about a dozen jobs, and after graduating, started working in an office. Not my dream job, but it pays the bills. - Why you're here? – I came (by myself) to Chicago to obtain an experimental myoelectric leg prosthesis. I want to be on the cutting edge. Before I could actually receive the new leg, however, the outbreak occurred. I ended up ducking into the bar to get away from the zombies. - Skills – I have a fair amount of medical/first aid knowledge, from tending my numerous injuries throughout the years. I’m also half decent with computers and electronics. I’m also a pretty good shot with a rifle (I grew up in bum-f**k nowhere, what else was I going to do for fun?) I've also read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, cover-to-cover a number of times, but I don't know if that counts. - Possessions – Aside from the usual cell phone and wallet, since I was planning a day trip, I also have a large, over-the-shoulder bag for carrying my old prosthetic leg, which contains my hemophilia ‘travel kit’, 1 full dose of Factor VIII (injectable), 2 or three syringes, butterfly needles, gauze, tape, alcohol wipes (as well as a sprayer for my prosthesis), tourniquet, and 2 small ice packs.
3,883	88	20	824	109	The chaos around Casper spiraled into obscenity. There were people in the bar, people outside shouting, Someone had run out with a gun, and now the young woman in the bar was readying explosives. They needed order here... Casper started to steady his breathing, and ready his vocals. The pieces unfolded in his mind... The Knight, stood ready to fire. Though there was no way she could take down all the undead: If the creatures were controlled by the motion cortex it would take multiple head-shots to shred the brain enough to halt them. The artillery, ready to rain fire on not only the enemy, but also half of our fortress. And that was only if she could find ignition. The most sensible idea Casper had heard yet had come from the guy who was called.. Thomas was it? He had suggested using their electrical items to distract the creatures... Actually that might work! "Hey!" He shouted to the most co-ordinated guy who had suggested the idea, and at the same time rest of the group. "Throw the phone out the window into the clearing out there! I'll do the same!" He wasn't sure if the group would listen to his idea. He turned to the young woman with the explosives "use them, but only when the group has trailed toward the device, we don't want the whole place going up in smoke! Also, make sure you got a good arm on you." He supposed the zombies may be confused by the noise for a second, some of them may follow. Their brain seemed simple enough. "Hopefully the kamikaze out there," He referred to the woman with the gun, "Will be able to finish them off." He hoped...	Name: Casper Gray Age: 16 (17 in November) Nationality: English Appearance: As you can see from the picture ( that I look like a twat in ) I have triangular blond hair, blue eyes and at the moment a massive spot on my chin. I don't actually know how tall or weighty I am but would say around 5"something and at around 7 stone. I would usually be seen wearing some random, plain t-shirt with jeans or trousers. I usually always wear my thin, purple hoodie when I go out. I prefer bigger shoes like boots over trainers as they are comfortable over long days of walking around. I will nearly ALWAYS have my headphones round my neck or on my ears. Physicality: Fairly skinny I really have no upper body strength whatsoever. I'm around average speed for my age but am quite good at long distances. I am fairly nimble when it comes to jumping on or off things and have not much problem with heights. I would be pretty useless at using a bashing or cutting weapon, as I lack the strength and skill needed. As for resistance to pain i'd say I'm around average. Personality: Aloof and quiet, I'm actually rather shy with strangers, speaking in short one word answers, working at the chip shop has gotten some of this shyness out of me, but not all of it... And I still have no idea how to talk to girls (unless they're into video games or anime). When I do get to know someone, and become comfortable talking to them: I morph into someone who just wants to have a laugh, making crude or sadistic jokes, while generally playing the fool rather than getting stuff done. I don't smoke, and drink only in moderation. I'm into lots of things, most recently making music. I thought that I love listening to it so much I might as well try and make some, I already played the piano a bit so I get the basics ( ). I spend most of my time playing games, mostly a game called 'league of legends', which is supposedly highly competitive, though me and my friends tend to just run round like idiots annoying our own team. I'm studying graphics at AS level right now, I can draw to a fairly ok-ish standard but always felt that there wasn't too many job opportunities there, graphics on the other hand might do... idk? Like I say, I love music. Most of which is electronic/EDM, Glitch hop being my favorite genre. Here is one a my favs ( ) I think I would try my best to get analog with other survivors, doing my be overly polite thing. I don't like to really have enemies. Lifestyle: I was born in London but at around 4 moved down to rural Devon. This is where I grew up, at this age I didn't have much access to technology as my parents weren't very interested in it (this may explain my addiction now) so spent my time climbing trees and jumping on bales, generally hurting myself. I found primary school how most kids find it, primary school like, I think all it is is throwing crayons around and scribbling... Secondary school was where I got my first real friendship group, Up until then I had one or two best friends and that was it. We would have such a laugh, I remember doing things like spending whole science lessons seeing how fast plasticine whales can fly or putting the cafeteria table up on top of a roof segment on the last day. I was changed a lot by secondary school though, I became more inclusive and less annoying. As I gained an awesome friendship group I lost the ability to jump into strangers conversations, I didn't need to be the center of attention anymore. At that point I became the introvert I am now, I spend most of my time at home working on the various projects I do. Right now i've just started my A levels. I was originally going to take maths and physics, I was rather good at them (Got and A in gcse) but just felt I'd rather follow the art side of myself, and so took graphics and animation. Weather it will pay off I don't know?.. Why I'm here: I was traveling to Chicago as part of a school trip, I had never been to America so was pretty exited, especially considering I would one-day like to live there. Little did I know what was to come. During the out-brake I was separated from my school group in the panic, I didn't know anyone really so I would not really have the incentive to go looking for them. I found my way to a the small outer bar doors by tripping on the curb near them, I figured that it would be a good place to hide, I was glad to see others had done the same. Skills: I can do most of the basics; cook, sweep, clean, change a light-bulb, ect. I am fairly good with computers, not at hacker level or anything, just I know my way round the things quite well. I'm alright at drawing, and am good at making diagrams. I can play the piano a bit. I'm alright at first aid and construction (I could make a good shelter). I am bad at spelling and grammer, my handwriting is almost unreadable. I can have good communication skills, but will most time be too shy to use them. I can't drive, fight, carry heavy things, operate a firearm and many other things that would be useful in an apocalypse. I think I will be relying on the skills of others a lot in this situation. Possessions: I'm wearing; Blue jeans, black t-shirt, purple hooded shirt, brown leather boots, short black socks and a small side-bag. I'm carrying; My i-pod touch with a broken screen (only plays music), my headphones, my sketchpad, my cheap Chinese windows tablet, My wallet containing $20 cash, my passport and my credit card which cant be used in America.
3,884	88	21	2,504	144	The cellphones won't work when the car alarm is still blaring, Rose mentioned none too quietly, neck flushed red with irritation. They needed a bigger response, a louder noise elsewhere if they were to attempt to divert the zombie's attention. Beyond that matter, the undead had seen food. It wasn't likely that they were going to turn away from fresh, red meat. Pushing her hair away from her face, she puffed, surrendering the liquor bottle to the ground gently, unbroken. She then aimed the frying pan with a test swing. One. Two. Three! She lobbed it as best as she could do damage a car across the street. The window smashed, the pan fell on the outside of the vehicle. Another car alarm blared to life, yanking what mindless curiosity the zombies had to it for a few moments. Then their eyes came back to the known prize. Well. She tried. "Don't waste your phones. We're going to have to move away from the bar. We've hauled too much attention to stay." The amount of zombies headed their way would bust any door down, even reinforced. Rose did not want to be zombie chow. Readjusting her bags, she bent and picked up the liquor bottle, keeping it handy for the time being. "We'll outpace them if we walk. Let's get going."	Discontinued.
3,885	88	22	388	334	"You fucking asshole!" She glared at the dumbass who had broken the window that sounded the alarm of the van from which she was hiding behind. The zombies immediately were drawn to the loud blaring noise. Moving quickly and silently, she moved out from behind the van and back towards the girl who held a beautifully crafted explosive who then tossed a frying pan to set off another alarm. It was a distraction, but a bad one. It would draw even more zombies to the area. They had to get moving. She silently motioned to the girl along with the others, to follow her up the side alley which was clear of obstructions. It also appeared to be zombie-free. She walked swiftly, her gun raised in caution. She peered around every car, every door, every corner as she quickly made it to the next cross street. The alley was then blocked by a large semi truck which had crashed into a building. She turned right and continued down the street, searching for a usable car, hoping the others would assist her in the search. Maybe then, they could collaborate and come up with a plan. Suddenly, a zombie lurched out from behind a large truck and grabbed her. Sarah struggled with the ferocious body that frantically chomped in her direction. It was strong, almost over-powering. Sarah tripped out of panic and fell with the weight of the zombie on top of her. It was a man with piercing blue eyes, eyes that would forever haunt her. The fear was overwhelming and for a moment she froze, staring into those eyes. He then bared down and attempted to bite her. Instinct took over. Raising the gun, she fired. The bullet traveled quickly and exploded through the back of the man's head. Those eyes were staring at her as the body stilled and flopped down on her. She quickly shoved the body off of her in disgust and struggled to stand but only has the strength to get to her knees. She was gasping for air and shaking, the gun resting on her thigh.	Bye-bye
3,886	89	0	152	152	Episode 1 Shuu Shuu's eyes snapped open at the crack of dawn. He twisted and turned in his tangled bed sheets, rubbing his tired eyes of the bits of sand. "Mamofaa..." he mumbled as he stretched, drool escaping from his mouth. With a groan he finally got out of bed, feet cold against the wooden floor. The sunrise was beautiful this morning. The silence was a pleasure to his throbbing head. Apparently, fortunately, he was the first one up. He could get started on breakfast without being bothered by his babies and the old man. Silently, Shuu slipped out of his bedroom, wearing his fluffy bunny pajamas, his hair a mess. The door closed with a soft click, and he hurried down the long hall, to the stairs, down those, and to the tiny, cluttered kitchen. "Hmm," he tapped his chin. What food was there to eat? Determined to make a wonderful breakfast, Shuu opened the first cabinet. Empty. The second cabinet. Empty. The third. Frantically, he opened every single cabinet, only to find there wasn't a crumb of food left. "Ahhh, I forgot to get food again?" "Oh well." He grabbed two frying pans off the rack and banged them together as hard as he could. "EVERYONE GET UP!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, a bright smile on his face. "ROLL CALL! BODY COUNT! LET'S GO!"	"My family and friends mean everything to me!" Shuu Nakajima Extremely dedicated and sentimental leader that often makes the wrong decions. Gender: Male Age: 25 Personality: Shuu is pretty much the "daddy" of the group. Whenever there's conflict, he tries to step up and solve it, even if his efforts may put the group into deeper trouble. He's the one who attempts to lead, all the while lacking most of the qualities that are required of a good leader. He drinks too much, molests almost everyone regardless of his sexuality, throws himself into risky situations, and often makes heartfelt speeches that are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. He's not a great person to go to for advice, as his advice is usually harmful and ridiculous. Even with all his faults, Shuu loves his companions to death, and would do anything for them. He takes responsibility, for not only himself but also for the actions of the group. And with all the problems he's caused, he means well. Abilities: Shuu is not one for physical fighting. He combats with magic and spells from his spellbook. His power has steadily increased throughout the span of his life, and he's mastered too many spells to count, but his memory isn't perfect. Shuu occasionally forgets spells. There are many he still does not know. Despite that, there's no doubt he can hold his own in a fight against a formidable opponent.
3,887	89	1	725	57	Hajime "...999.....1000!" Hajime descended from his hanging position, landing on the floor with some grace. "That's a new record. Damn, I'm so awesome." Hajime grabbed his water bottle, an enormous thing for anyone else, and drank greedily. Even the greatest of martial artists needed to drink plenty. Hajime could down copious amounts of the liquid, too. Just another sign of his superiority. Even in the most mundane of fields, Hajime could eclipse the normals and the casuals. When his thoughts dwelt on the subject of drinking, he realised it was almost time for breakfast. And then he heard Shuu's yelling and banging from outside. Hajime always thought of him as being just a little crazy. He emerged from his room in an orderly, unfazed fashion. "Cool your tits, Shuu. Not everyone's in a state to rise up so early in the morning. Gotta give some slack to the layabouts, ya know?" Hajime's statement was of course far from concerned with the wellbeing of the 'layabouts', as he had so termed them. But it was true; only he had the fortitude to be perfectly awake and ready to receive Shuu's nonsense at this time.	Name: Hajime Itosu Character Image: Cliché: Arrogant Kung Fu Guy “Arrogant infers I’m wrong. I’m not wrong, I’m just awesome.” Age: 19 Gender: Male “But not just a man, I’m THE man!” Personality: -Hajime’s is the ego that will pierce the heavens. He is so certain of his superiority in his chosen lifestyle he sometimes believes that the gods gave him a mandate to engage in martial arts. “It’s true. How else could anyone explain my brilliance?” -Hajime NEVER misses an opportunity to talk about how great he is. If he can work something about his skills into a conversation, he will. Without fail. “Especially since failure is a foreign concept to me. I’m just that great.” -Hajime is also a religious exerciser, and trains in every spare moment he has. “I don’t actually need to do this, but I do it anyway. Because I can.” -Of course, Hajime’s super powered ego actually stems from a long life of parental and social pressure and a crippling desire to be recognised as the greatest. You should feel sorry for him. “But don’t. I’m awesome, and you should envy me. This has nothing to do with the fact my dad told me the day people start pitying me is the day I’ve failed as a human being.” -And deep down below all the ego and the bragging and braying, Hajime is really a nice guy with a heart of gold. Really deep down. Really. Honest. “I’ve always been a nice guy. Surely it’s only the decent thing to do to make sure everyone understands that I’m so great?” Abilities: -Superhuman physical feats: Due to his excessive training, Hajime has surpassed regular human strength and endurance. He can punch holes in solid walls and leap great distances. “All in a day’s work.” -Shockwave attacks: As part of his superhuman feats, Hajime can cause shockwaves with his attacks that act as improvised ranged attacks. (Think Demong Fang from the Tales series, just without a sword) “Don’t tell me it’s not physically possible! My awesomeness transcends human limitations!”
3,888	89	2	397	2,221	Koneko Being a cat in human form, Koneko sometimes found himself in very weird places, even in his sleep. Case in point; this morning he was on top of the fridge when he was awoken by Shuu's voice. "Noooooooo" he moaned "so early...I want to nap some more" he complained, not having any idea what had Shuu so up in arms this early in the morning. Not budging from his perch atop the refrigerator, he spoke to Shuu "Don't be meanny Shuu. Only meannies bother sleepy kitties, and I'm a very sleepy kitty." He then started to paw at the air in Shuu's general direction "go...do not noisy things again, I liked that much better" having said his piece, Koneko tried to get back to sleep	Name: Koneko Hige Cliché: Cat person Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: He's a cat...no really, that can sum him up pretty well. He loves fish, milk, sunbathing, being lazy, getting petted and positive attention in general. He is a very curious boy, so he sometimes finds himself in rather odd situations. Despite his cat based personality, he does actualy care about other people. Also, after an incident involving quite a lot of very large slices of bread, he's wary around wheat based products in general Abilities: Has excellent night vision, as well as an equally excellent sense of smell and sound. He also posses extreme agility, reflexes, and flexibility. He also has the ability to create razor sharp chakra claws on his fingers
3,889	89	3	792	4,390	Kei Every single morning, Kei felt like the world was pulling some kind of joke on her. Everything in her room, making it the first thing she saw every single morning was white. Pure, bright white. Her walls were a plain white, her bed sheets and futon, also white. Even her desk and drawers were an off-white color. She just couldn't catch a break from that color, at least until she looked in a mirror and saw her hair (though her white pajamas certainly didn't help matters), or in her closet where clothes with actual color greeted her. Today was only made worse by the banging of pans and the shouting voice of Shuu. Kei squirmed, her eyelids twitching as she desperately tried to keep them closed. But the sound of pans was too much to ignore. Kei pulled the white sheets from on top of her and sat up, running a palm over her eyes before rising. With shuffled feet and a sour expression, pajamas still worn and hair mussed up from sleep, Kei exits her room with the speed and determination of a snail. "Shuu," she said when arriving in the kitchen, still caught in the pre-waking haze, "Knock it off. Not everyone here is a child. This better be important otherwise I'm going back to bed." Kei was still grumbling, which actually wasn't too far off from how she sounded when fully awake.	Blah Blah, Something-Something Power, Blah Blah, Look can we move this along, you're not the one about to take their clothes off. Kei Shirane Cliché: The Magical Girl Who Grew Up Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality There was once a time when Kei Shirane was a bright, cheerful, and eager girl who just so happened to be part of a trio of young girls tasked with using magical abilities to combat otherworldly threats. In those days, Shirane was known as 'Shiro' because she had the white outfit - she always wanted to be Kuro and never got over that. But those days are long gone, and what they don't tell you when you first become a magical girl is that they expect you to keep donning the costume and spouting the lines until the next generation comes along. In Kei's case, the next generation never came along and now into adulthood she finds herself loathing the fact that she's technically still active as a magical girl. Kuro and Ao, her partners in magic, figured out how to lose their abilities but are not allowed, by some Code, to tell Kei - and she's still angry about that. Kei knows that she has a responsibility, but it's gotten to the point where it's interfering with her trying to lead a grown up, adult life. As such, Kei is rather bitter in the home life and is always the most apathetic whenever something comes along to rally a group for action; because she knows that she's going to have to put on the outfit, a process that stopped being cute when she grew older. She's always trying to wiggle her way out of dealing with problems, often by pleading or trying to make bargains or gambles that never seem to work. It's with a reluctant sigh that she responds to troubles. When she DOES don the outfit, her personality changes completely. Instead of the lazy, annoyed Kei she becomes the dazzling, vibrant, excited, energetic Shiro, speaking in an energetic voice, sparkles and glitter seem to just surround her, it's like she becomes a different person. Abilities: As Shiro she is granted the use of magical abilities through the use of he scepter, which takes the form of a thin blade or a bow with which to shoot off her magical abilities. Because she was Shiro and not Ao, who had the use of water based abilities, or Kuro, who used dark magicks for the good of everyone, Shiro's abilities are light based. She doesn't control light, the energy/magic she uses just takes the form of strong beams of light; she's not even sure if they are effective against dark creatures, most fodder enemies she faced always seemed to take one shot from either of them anyway. The abilities she uses most often are: Shiro-Shiro Shooting!: Shiro shoots a beam of light from her scepter-bow at an opponent, or several smaller beams in quick succession. Shiro-Shiro Slashing!: Shiro puts light into her scepter-sabre and uses it as a sword, mostly used against groups of grunts or in duels. Shiro-Shiro Shielding!: Shiro shields herself with a small front-facing shield of light. Enough force or a combined effort is more than enough to break the shield. Shiro-Shiro Super Special Secret Strong Shot!: Actually not an attack, but sometimes enemies got intimidated and ran away when she said she was using this move. It's a bluff more than anything.
3,890	89	4	2,007	1,761	Sume-san In the darkness of a nearby closed grocery store, mysterious rustling sounds could be heard. The store was a mess, products and cans all over the floor, a shelf tipped over in one of the aisles. A trail of muddy footprints as if a small four-legged creature had come through... The rustling grew quiet, when suddenly... "Strong nibble!" A small shark-like creature burst out of a large box, hoisting a sizeable bag of rice in its gleaming fangs, a blobfish on his back. "Life is an infinite quagmire of despair and suffering." The blobfish said. "Shhh!" The creature whispered, "We have to be quiet!" "The only reason for my existence is to consume the souls of the dark." the blobfish said, quieter this time. "This rice should be enough for now," The creature said, tipping the blobfish off of his head. It landed with a splat as he flipped the large bag of rice onto his back. The rice bag was clearly much bigger than the creature, but he had no trouble with the burden. "Time to go!" He picked up the blobfish in his jaws, and took off at a meaningful trot. They trotted past the tipped shelf, a product of their endeavours; they trotted past the counter, gleaming coins sitting upon it. They trotted through the broken window of the closed store, the herald of their entry. They trotted through the streets, towards home. A few minutes later... The creature jumped with bag of rice in tow through an open window as Shuu called to wake everyone up. "ROLL CALL! BODY COUNT! LET'S GO!" The creature trotted over to the man's feet, presenting his loot as the others slowly filed into the room. "Shuu-kun!" He said excitedly, blobfish dropping out of his mouth. "I brought us some breakfast!"	"Life is a relentless torrent of filth and misery." – Blobfish The shark is probably made by this guy but I’m not sure. Nickame: Sume-san Cliché/s: Part Killer Rabbit, Part Mentor Mascot, Part Sealed Evil in a Teddy Bear Age: Something OVER 9000 Gender: Male, technically Personality: He has a very upbeat personality, he is almost always happy and satisfied with life. He is also quick on the nibble when faced with new things, as he has a variety of nibble attacks he has honed over some amount of years. He takes pleasure in the small things of life and also enjoys surprising people with his presence. He has a Blobfish which he always has with him. It’s always either on his head or in his mouth being nibbled and whenever you poke it, it says something dark. They are both immortal. His skin is also quite smooth and is generally nice to touch, while his Blobfish is somewhat squishy and gross. Powers: He has a variety of nibbles he can use in combat ranging from fire nibbles to toxic nibbles and even smiting nibbles and armor piercing nibbles. The nibbles don’t do much damage if the enemy isn’t weak to it, but if they are it can do massive amounts of damage very fast. He will normally use these in combat, as his magic abilities are limited in his sealed form, but he can still use a wide variety of magic spells. The magic spells he uses are all dark magics stemming from the usage of a ‘dark soul’. Using these magics frays the attachment his soul has with his body, which is also a dark soul. This can be alleviated somewhat by using other dark souls which he stores in his Blobfish. His magical abilities are however, limited by his body. While in his sand-shark body he cannot use his dark soul very well because the sand-shark isn’t suited to it. However, he has mastered a skill to externalize his soul which allows him to temporarily unleash his full power but it puts an extreme strain on the bond between his body and soul. He was sealed into the sand-shark and his original body was destroyed, so if his soul is severed from his body he will be sent to hell.
3,891	89	5	585	754	Mishi The clanging pan, thin strings of light bursting through the cracks of her curtains, all of it was steadily waking Mishi up from the comfort of her bed. At first she took her pillows and covered her ears with them but even that didn't stop the pounding in her head. Eventually she pushed away the comfort of her blankets and streched out across the entire length of her bed. Mishi rolled her legs of the side of the bed and slipped on her comfortable pikachu slippers as she wrapped herself in the warmth of her red, fleece robe. Mishi then proceeded to shuffle down to her door and open it as quietly as possible. The slow trek out of her room was all that was needed to wake Mishi up in order for her to at least be able of coherent speech. "Why must you bang the pans together Shuu?" said Mishi as she pulled a chair out to sit down in. A barely audible sigh slipped out of Mishi as she rubbed her eyes. With the tired out of eyes, Mishi finally realized that Sume-san had brought them food. Though, where he got it was probably best kept secret. "Shuu, you better of had a good reason to wake us up. If not, I swear to my garden that I will kill you with a potato when they've grown." Mishi stated as she glared at Shuu.	Mishi Inabari "They talk to me, the dead, ya' know." Cliché: The Girl who can See and Talk to Spirits. As she calls it, "I see dead people and they happen to talk to me." Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Mishi is best described as a bookworm and a recluse. People have never been her thing but books, books have always been her friends. Sometimes Mishi will try and make friends but this usually ends with her words flopping out of her mouth like a magikarp would splash about in the rain. Oddly enough, the failings of making friends has actually made her more friends than she has ever thought it would. Mishi prefers to not tell people that she can see and talk to dead people. Though, sometimes a person might just wonder in on her as she is talking with a spirit and she just fumbles her words up so badly that they walk away wondering what just happened. Mishi is known to love nature and by such has a garden where she grows plants ranging from roses to potatos. Whenever anybody moves to even touch her garden, Mishi gets very protective and will threaten the person with horrible atrocities of torture if they ever come near it again. Abilities: Mishi can see and talk to the spirits of those who have died.
3,892	89	6	993	1,646	Isabella "My, why must you be so loud first thing in the morning, Shuu-boy?" The diminute demon said, from behind the guy, seemingly having been there for quite a while now. "Don't you see that the only thing you'll do is make mutts like him," Isabella motioned with her head towards Hajime. "blabber more at us in throughout the day? Have a little mercy towards your companions, please." Isabella said, a little giggle escaping her lips. She walked away from him and went to Hajime, not before bidding good morning to the little creature standing at Shuu's feet. "Good morning, Sume-san." She said, giving a little bow towards him. "And you. Why don't you put all of that bootless muscle to good use and go make me a coffee? I take it with milk and three sugars, darling, if you'd please." Isabella said, her tone condescending as always, and directing a small smile his way. After making her order, with a snap of her fingers, she produced a black chair where she could sit. "And since you are already there, be sure to prepare something for everyone else too. It'd be rude to ignore them, after all."	Name: Isabella Meredith Ingrid Cliché: Overpowered and old as hell loli with a foreign name that somehow knows japanese, and speaks it in a very ancient dialect. Age: A lot thousands of years, probs around 9000 and something. It is better not to ask, though. Gender: Female. Personality: Isabella, or Bella, as she tells others to call her, behaves in an unusually pompous manner, as well as always seeming to have extreme finesse when dealing with anything, from eating to talking, she always minds her manners. Of course, even when she insults you, it will sound so refined you might not notice the insult at all. Either that, or you are too stupid to even get what she is trying to say. She also loves, absolutely so, to look down on others. Either you are worth her time, or you are just a plaything for her to toy with until she moves on to the next. She also seems to be extremely accustomed to have something waiting for her hand and foot, and will probably order anyone at hand to do her bidding. Isabella is also incredibly arrogant, and usually demands for people to call her lady, '-sama' or things of the like. Isabella also sometimes seems aloof and distant, perhaps a bit too much. Her cold demeanor and always calm poker face do not usually express her feelings, so people some times have a hard time understanding when she is telling a joke or speaking seriously, even when small hints of a smile show in her lips from time to time. Still, there are some people that can actually make her seem mad, even if a little bit, usually people she's had to deal with for quite some time now. When she is in the mood for pulling pranks, she'll probably go to great extremes just to mess with someone. Also, don't call her hag, loli, flat or the three together, you'll probably end up with a lightning struck up your ass. Other things not to call her are: Adding '-chan' to her name, kid, short, any other nickname she did not come up with herself. Abilities: Simply put, Isabella is a demon, and a really powerful one at that. She had lived for enough time to actually know that just doing bad things isn't fun, so she likes to lend her powers to the forces of good from time to time, and as long as they seem convincing enough. She has power over powerful and incredibly destructive dark spells, as well as forbidden spells that are unknown to the normal guys, as you can only cast them as a devil. It is said that one of her medium class spells can actually wipe out an entire city. She also has power over several familiars, one of them being a butler she usually summons when no one else will actually act on her whims, the familiar is powerful but isn't actually as powerful as her.
3,893	89	7	595	668	Amami awoke to the sound of clattering pans and shouts to wake up. She yawned and glanced around her room, which was rather at odds with her professed vocation. Painted a, to her, soothing forest green, and with a few posters of the latest pop idols scattered about, on the exterior it was nothing special. In her drawers were normal girls clothes, and even high school uniforms hung in her closet, nothing to write home about. However, if you spent some time examining it, you'd notice something...off. Namely each of those uniforms hung with a pistol belt, and each of those drawers contained a pair of pistols, magazines stowed next to them. As her tired mind finished registering her surroundings, she walked over to her drawers and got dressed, nothing more than a simple blouse and skirt. Again, nothing to write home about, just a normal set of clothes. Though, again, she had to ruin this facade of normalcy by fastening the pistol belt to roughly where her belt would go if she were wearing real pants. Into these holsters slid the reliable .45 pistols that were her personal favorites of her collection. Highly customized, and gleaming for some reason, and with her name engraved on the slides, they were the fanciest pistols she owned. With a grouping of clips sliding into their places on the belt, she turned and walked from her room and down to meet with the others. Walking in, she announced "Shuu-chan, you woke me up! How dare you!" She rolled her eyes and giggled, and then noticed the demon sitting in a black chair that, at least normally, was not in their kitchen. She rolled her eyes and said "Bella, why are you sitting in the middle of the kitchen? You'll get in Shuu-chan's way." With that, Amami leaned herself on the kitchen walls and drew a pistol, casually twirling it around her finger. Of course, all those other shooters insisted that such things were unsafe, and that it would one day kill people. But nothing bad had ever happened to Amami, so it couldn't be too bad, right?	Name: Amami Yamamoto Cliché: Anime Gunslinger Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up. Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms.
3,894	89	8	534	226	Haruko "Eeep!" Haruko let out a yelp as she was snapped into consciousness by the racket of pans clanging together and Shuu's yelling. She immediately sprang upright in her bed. No trace of fatigue, and without a hair out of place. Unfortunately she was immediately met with an enormous dilemma, the kind that could reshape the very world from this point forward. TO get dressed before venturing forth into the unknown to find out what was so important as to wake everyone, and risk being there too late to help should she be required. Or just go in her current state of merely wearing her pajamas, which was apparently frowned upon in certain circumstances by people. A stigma she hadn't quite gotten the hang of yet. After what felt like an eternity of weighing the pros and cons, which in and of itself could have put everyone in the world in jeopardy for all she knew. But in fact it was only about 1.5 seconds, and ended when she decided to just go as she was, and face the possible consequences of her potential faux pas. She darted with an uncanny speed towards the source of the noise, eventually arriving directly at it's source and staring at Shuu. At which point she spoke with a quickness that would make her words rather hard to decipher and with no real noticeable direction. "What's wrong? Are you alright? Is it my fault? I'm sorry."	Name: IDU-001 (Infiltration and Decimation Unit) She goes by Haruko though. Cliche: Stupidly powerful AI/Alien schoolgirl that looks completely human. Age: 18 Months Gender: Female Personality: Haruko is super duper nice, like so nice she makes you want to puke. So nice that if you punch her in the face the first thing she'll say is "Sorry". She thinks everyone a great and kind and awesome. Needless to say she is incredibly naive, she never catches on to subtleties. She doesn't get jokes, or sarcasm, and god forbid someone were to flirt with her. Abilities: Haruko was created by a hyperadvanced alien species to be a perfect replica of an eighteen year old human girl that could learn about humanity from within, and wipe out all life if they saw fit. Unfortunately they only had anime as a reference-point. She is just noticeably stronger, faster, and more durable than any human. And of course she has the capability to enter 'Decimation Mode' wherein she is basically as powerful as superman and as bloodthirsty as something very bloodthirsty. Obviously though she can't willfully enter such a state, it just happens in moments of emotional stress, because of course it does.
3,895	89	9	343	306	Atasuke It had a been a late night for him; it usually was. Working at a dead end white collar job for an ungrateful corporation often entailed late nights at the office. Company loyalty, they called it. But to Atasuke Yoshizaki, it was just a couple more hours of unpaid overtime. With such a meager income every week, it was no mystery as to why he was living in a small apartment with numerous other individuals; the majority of them being younger than him. It was strange, being the only adult at home. However, he often assumed that his fellow tenants were much older than they looked. He would never ask, though. Isabella especially. He had been filing yet another Thirty Four -Dash- "C" form when Shuu came hobbling down the stairs, wearing the same dopey look on his face as he always did. Atasuke could only offer the kid a clipped nod, shrugging as he was ignored before rubbing his chinstrap beard as he returned his attention to his paperwork. Concentration was key. So when he heard the boy rummaging through cabinets before banging around pots and pans, he couldn't help but turn around his seat and voice his frustration. "Shuu-kun," He began, shaking his head. "You'll make the others upset, and then I'll never get these forms done on-" He was interrupted as everyone seemingly popped into existence the moment he blinked. First, was the tiger shark...creature...thing. The Salary Man didn't know what to think of him; yet he did sense enormous power contained within that little body. Perhaps it wasn't even his final form? Next was the Cat-Boy, Koneko. He seemed to sleep all day and generally wasn't a bother. Late at night when Atasuke got home, he'd often see the feline slumbering on top of the fridge. He idly took a sip from the coffee mug that lay across the table. Glancing at the muscular and formidable Hajime. He didn't know much about the teen, other than he probably took steroids and lifted weights the majority of the day. Kei came down, followed by Mishi, Amami, and Haruko. The four of them were a strange lot, to him at least. For one, all of them didn't really seem keen on talking, and Atasuke never pressed the matter as it would be strange for a grown man to be seen talking with younger women that lived under the same roof with him. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as everyone came down, with nothing but the sound of a steaming and bubbling coffee pot that sat idly on the counter next to the toaster. "So..." The Office Worker mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Good morning everyone."	Character Sheet "Does anyone have a lighter?" Name: Atasuke Yoshizaki Cliché: Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown Age: Too Old For This Shit. (Idk man, like 30.) Gender: Male Personality: Are you implying he doesn't? What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. Abilities: This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-." He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons. (Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.)
3,896	89	10	152	152	Shuu Shuu stood there silently, his hands on his hips, watching as the chaos he knew was sure to follow ensued. One by one the group had migrated from their rooms to the kitchen, just as he'd planned. After everyone had finished with their complaints, he spoke. Where to begin? "Good morning, Ata-chan." "As for the rest of you," he examined each one in turn, then cleared his throat. "Koneko, for the last time you are not to sleep on the refrigerator. You have a perfectly good and empty room to use. And you two, Kei--" eyes on the magical girl, pouting, "--and Mishi, you cannot go back to sleep. We need to spend breakfast together, and getting pelted with potatoes would be painful. Bella, please be nice to Koneko, you know how kittens can be. Amami, Bella is definitely in my way, but I'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time. Haruko, nothing's wrong, please stop apologizing. Finally," he let out a huge sigh, "Hajime, I do not have tits, and the tits that I do not have are very calm. Except for maybe Mishi's tits. She seems rather upset with me." With a smile, he gave the bookworm a wink. "Ata-chan!" He yelled out unnecessarily loud. Might as well all crowd together in one small room for no reason at all. "Come on over here to the kitchen and join us. Looks like we're having rice this morning. Thanks a bunch, Sume-san." He took the bag from the sandshark. "Now, how do you cook this?" Shuu turned the bag this way and that, as if the tiny pieces of rice would whisper their secrets to him. "Ahh, maybe a spell would work! Babluza, mafuza, kazam!" Nothing changed. The rice was still uncooked in the bag. "Okay, maybe I just made that one up. Anyone know how to cook this?"	"My family and friends mean everything to me!" Shuu Nakajima Extremely dedicated and sentimental leader that often makes the wrong decions. Gender: Male Age: 25 Personality: Shuu is pretty much the "daddy" of the group. Whenever there's conflict, he tries to step up and solve it, even if his efforts may put the group into deeper trouble. He's the one who attempts to lead, all the while lacking most of the qualities that are required of a good leader. He drinks too much, molests almost everyone regardless of his sexuality, throws himself into risky situations, and often makes heartfelt speeches that are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. He's not a great person to go to for advice, as his advice is usually harmful and ridiculous. Even with all his faults, Shuu loves his companions to death, and would do anything for them. He takes responsibility, for not only himself but also for the actions of the group. And with all the problems he's caused, he means well. Abilities: Shuu is not one for physical fighting. He combats with magic and spells from his spellbook. His power has steadily increased throughout the span of his life, and he's mastered too many spells to count, but his memory isn't perfect. Shuu occasionally forgets spells. There are many he still does not know. Despite that, there's no doubt he can hold his own in a fight against a formidable opponent.
3,897	89	11	725	57	Hajime Hajime was awesome, but even he didn't expect the place to erupt into chaos in a few seconds. It was kind of funny just to watch. Then Isabella showed up and started acting like her usual prissy self. She made some ridiculous request for Hajime to make her and everyone else coffee. "Make it yourself, Ojou-Sama, I'm not your butler." He scoffed. The girl insisted on everyone calling her "sama" or some other rot, and Hajime did, but he always did it in the most sarcastic and disingenuous way possible. It always made him wonder, what an apparent 1000 year old demon was doing in a boondock town living in a small house with a bunch of other nutjobs. But that made him wonder what he was doing in this boondock town in a small house with a pack of supernatural freaks. He could probably conquer a continent with his godly powers, so why did he- He realised that Atasuke was saying hello to everyone. "Sup?" He replied. Hajime was a physical god, but he didn't have to be needlessly rude to people. Except for Isabella. Shuu decided to follow up on Hajime's comment, which was amazing in of itself with everyone taking the chance to leap down his throat for his little display. "It's just an idiom, mate." He replied. He had no idea how a guy that pretended to cast magic spells on bags on rice could fail to understand the idea of a half-serious statement. Or maybe he honestly believed he was using magic? That was a scary thought. "You could try reading the instructions. You don't have to be like me to figure out to cook rice of all things." Hajime was still puzzling over what was up with these people.	Name: Hajime Itosu Character Image: Cliché: Arrogant Kung Fu Guy “Arrogant infers I’m wrong. I’m not wrong, I’m just awesome.” Age: 19 Gender: Male “But not just a man, I’m THE man!” Personality: -Hajime’s is the ego that will pierce the heavens. He is so certain of his superiority in his chosen lifestyle he sometimes believes that the gods gave him a mandate to engage in martial arts. “It’s true. How else could anyone explain my brilliance?” -Hajime NEVER misses an opportunity to talk about how great he is. If he can work something about his skills into a conversation, he will. Without fail. “Especially since failure is a foreign concept to me. I’m just that great.” -Hajime is also a religious exerciser, and trains in every spare moment he has. “I don’t actually need to do this, but I do it anyway. Because I can.” -Of course, Hajime’s super powered ego actually stems from a long life of parental and social pressure and a crippling desire to be recognised as the greatest. You should feel sorry for him. “But don’t. I’m awesome, and you should envy me. This has nothing to do with the fact my dad told me the day people start pitying me is the day I’ve failed as a human being.” -And deep down below all the ego and the bragging and braying, Hajime is really a nice guy with a heart of gold. Really deep down. Really. Honest. “I’ve always been a nice guy. Surely it’s only the decent thing to do to make sure everyone understands that I’m so great?” Abilities: -Superhuman physical feats: Due to his excessive training, Hajime has surpassed regular human strength and endurance. He can punch holes in solid walls and leap great distances. “All in a day’s work.” -Shockwave attacks: As part of his superhuman feats, Hajime can cause shockwaves with his attacks that act as improvised ranged attacks. (Think Demong Fang from the Tales series, just without a sword) “Don’t tell me it’s not physically possible! My awesomeness transcends human limitations!”
3,898	89	12	397	2,221	Koneko hissed "yeah, in the basement! Basements are cold nya! It's because warm go up, so that means that down is cold, and the basement is as down as it goes. If I sleep on the floor, then somebody steps on me...again. If I sleep in someone else's bed, then I get hit a lot...again. The top of the fridge is up, and not in anyone's way, so it's safe and warm nya!" Koneko began clawing at the air in Shuu's direction again "don't be a meany Shuu...or I'll pounce you"	Name: Koneko Hige Cliché: Cat person Age: 16 Gender: Male Personality: He's a cat...no really, that can sum him up pretty well. He loves fish, milk, sunbathing, being lazy, getting petted and positive attention in general. He is a very curious boy, so he sometimes finds himself in rather odd situations. Despite his cat based personality, he does actualy care about other people. Also, after an incident involving quite a lot of very large slices of bread, he's wary around wheat based products in general Abilities: Has excellent night vision, as well as an equally excellent sense of smell and sound. He also posses extreme agility, reflexes, and flexibility. He also has the ability to create razor sharp chakra claws on his fingers
3,899	89	13	792	4,390	So the gang was all here, well, except for the one who was always tinkering, but chances are he'd show up when the mood struck him. Kei was a bit envious, he got to avoid the noise and the world's most incompetent breakfast preparation. Kei found it best to simply...not involve herself with some of the others. There was Isabella, who often reminded Kei of a villain she had once had several run ins with, but that was surely just a coincidence as the villain actually looked older. There was Sume-san, and anything that walked on all fours and talked was bad news, it was how she got into this mess in the first place. That same logic is why she never really got to know Koneko. Cats were bad news. Catboys? Who could say. Hajime gave her a headache, no one could be that enthusiastic for that long, and the others were fine, inasmuch as they didn't immediately leap out to her as unfriendly reminders of a decade ago. Well, they were fine except for Shuu, but did he really count? "Please tell me you didn't wake us up to cook rice?" Kei grumbled, still loathing the fact that she was ripped from a very pleasant dream in which she ran very, very far away from the talking critter that had something important to tell her. "And stop talking about-" Kei tried to say 'tits' but the only thing that came out of her mouth from trying was nothing. "Ugh. You know what I mean." "We're not just having rice, are we? That's not breakfast that's...wait, do you really not know how to cook it? I mean, Shuu is always useless so it's not surprising...We need water, but I'm not the Blue one so I can't help you with that even if I wanted to." Kei sighed, defeated already and so early in the morning to boot. "I'm an adult and they can't cook rice," Kei mumbles, pouting at the others gathered around.	Blah Blah, Something-Something Power, Blah Blah, Look can we move this along, you're not the one about to take their clothes off. Kei Shirane Cliché: The Magical Girl Who Grew Up Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality There was once a time when Kei Shirane was a bright, cheerful, and eager girl who just so happened to be part of a trio of young girls tasked with using magical abilities to combat otherworldly threats. In those days, Shirane was known as 'Shiro' because she had the white outfit - she always wanted to be Kuro and never got over that. But those days are long gone, and what they don't tell you when you first become a magical girl is that they expect you to keep donning the costume and spouting the lines until the next generation comes along. In Kei's case, the next generation never came along and now into adulthood she finds herself loathing the fact that she's technically still active as a magical girl. Kuro and Ao, her partners in magic, figured out how to lose their abilities but are not allowed, by some Code, to tell Kei - and she's still angry about that. Kei knows that she has a responsibility, but it's gotten to the point where it's interfering with her trying to lead a grown up, adult life. As such, Kei is rather bitter in the home life and is always the most apathetic whenever something comes along to rally a group for action; because she knows that she's going to have to put on the outfit, a process that stopped being cute when she grew older. She's always trying to wiggle her way out of dealing with problems, often by pleading or trying to make bargains or gambles that never seem to work. It's with a reluctant sigh that she responds to troubles. When she DOES don the outfit, her personality changes completely. Instead of the lazy, annoyed Kei she becomes the dazzling, vibrant, excited, energetic Shiro, speaking in an energetic voice, sparkles and glitter seem to just surround her, it's like she becomes a different person. Abilities: As Shiro she is granted the use of magical abilities through the use of he scepter, which takes the form of a thin blade or a bow with which to shoot off her magical abilities. Because she was Shiro and not Ao, who had the use of water based abilities, or Kuro, who used dark magicks for the good of everyone, Shiro's abilities are light based. She doesn't control light, the energy/magic she uses just takes the form of strong beams of light; she's not even sure if they are effective against dark creatures, most fodder enemies she faced always seemed to take one shot from either of them anyway. The abilities she uses most often are: Shiro-Shiro Shooting!: Shiro shoots a beam of light from her scepter-bow at an opponent, or several smaller beams in quick succession. Shiro-Shiro Slashing!: Shiro puts light into her scepter-sabre and uses it as a sword, mostly used against groups of grunts or in duels. Shiro-Shiro Shielding!: Shiro shields herself with a small front-facing shield of light. Enough force or a combined effort is more than enough to break the shield. Shiro-Shiro Super Special Secret Strong Shot!: Actually not an attack, but sometimes enemies got intimidated and ran away when she said she was using this move. It's a bluff more than anything.

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