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4,900	127	5	2,420	2,392	The city certainly seems to be in quite a stir today, doesn't it, was what he said, as if to justify why he was here and not down there, his words also as if in question to her wandering why she hadn't entered yet. Having dwelt in many noble courts, he had picked up a layer of subtlety rarely seen throughout the land. In fact she had no doubt he was some kind of spy for someone or other, which made her suspicious. She had no idea where her contacts had gone, or who they were targeted by. Or what they found, like names? My name? She studied the scene below further. The sun was visibly setting, but rain clouds covered any sort of night sky. If the darkness didn't disperse them the rain would. Of course, heading into any sort of Tavern would be a danger. Perhaps she could find lodgings with this Bard, even if he just knew a safer inn to stay at "So are you from around these parts?" She started, dismounting her sore self from her horse	As for the format here: Character Name + one sentence description (i.e: Dandelion, Famous Bard and less famous informant) as the title of a hider with your character information as follows: Age: Race: Occupation: Appearance: (purely physical and facial) Equipment: (also serves as a description of your character, finish it up with a list of equipment) Background: Skills: Martial prefference: Flaws: Martial flaws:
4,901	127	6	928	438	The bard noticed the approaching weather as well, and, for a brief moment, relief flashed in his eyes as he glanced up at the sky. At his recent acquaintance's question, however, his face resumed its pleasant neutrality as he replied honestly, "I'm afraid not, but I've visited the city a few times before." He could tell that the stranger was not completely comfortable around him, and, while he understood that, he attempted to kill a bit of the unease and formality between them by adding with a wry smile, "I don't know everything about it, but I do know what parts of it to avoid. I guess one could say that I know it well enough." There was a relatively clear offer of a sort of acquaintanceship hidden within his humor, however, as he was still hopeful of gaining at least one person's trust before entering Brugge at such a time as this. While it wouldn't be horrible for him if she refused his help, it would definitely be inconveniencing, especially considering the imminent rainstorm brewing overhead.	Age: 28 Race: Quadroon (1/4 elven, 3/4 human) Occupation: Bard Physique: Adelmar has the typical build of an ectomorph, as he is relatively tall and lanky in stature, not to mention he’s not exactly a very muscular fellow. Despite his general lack of muscle, however, Adelmar is still quite fit, and he is also very flexible and light on his feet. His constitution is relatively average, though, in a fight, it doesn’t take very many direct hits to take him down, though his pain tolerance and threshold are higher than the average individual’s. Because of his stature, he is incapable of wielding heavy weaponry effectively, and heavier armor sets are of little benefit to him, but what he lacks in strength he makes up for in his agility. It is also worth noting that he is a bit more long-legged than the average individual, although this is a barely noticeable trait of his appearance. His facial features show a bit of his elven heritage, as he has relatively smooth skin, higher than average cheekbones, and a slightly pointed chin. His face shape could overall be defined as 'heart' shaped, as, not only do his other aforementioned facial features more or less fit this subtype, he also has a slight widow's peak. Height: 5’10” Hair: Adelmar’s hair is a warm reddish-golden color, and it is slightly curly and very fine in texture, and its fineness makes it somewhat soft to the touch. It’s very short in terms of length, and was cut and styled in a typical way, but it’s been allowed to grow out a bit as he’s been traveling. He typically keeps it very clean and orderly looking, although it’s too short for him to do much of anything else with. In terms of facial hair, Adelmar has a relatively small goatee, which he trims regularly to keep it in its style. Eyes: His irises are a clear, deep blue color, and are only about a shade lighter than navy. They usually have a fiery but relatively friendly look to them, although their expression varies quite a bit, as Adelmar's quite an expressive person by nature, and, even when he tries to keep himself from showing any emotion, it's easy to tell how he's feeling from the look in his eyes. Skin: Adelmar’s skin is relatively pale, and it’s somewhat on the peachy side in terms of coloration. His skin freckles very easily, and he has a light spray of freckles visible across his face and on his forearms. And, as logic would dictate, he also sunburns relatively easily. Scars/Markings/Etc.: He has a relatively average collection of scars for someone who travels through dangerous areas, though few are worthy of any particular note. However, one of his more noticeable ones is located on the upper right area of his back, near his shoulder blade. This particular scar is roughly two inches long, thin, curved, and, despite the fact he acquired it a few years before present day, it stands out against his skin quite noticeably, as it is not only a few shades lighter than his regular skin, but it is also of a hypertrophic nature. He acquired this particular scar in a scuffle with an assassin who'd been set after him after he expressed a particular opinion that happened to offend the wrong people, though he (clearly) came out of said fight as the victor. He also has several identical puncture wound scars around his left ankle, which are the embarrassing reminder left behind from a blind blunder into a hunter’s snare when he’d first begun his travels as a younger man. Clothing Description: Adelmar tends to vary his typical clothing depending on whether he’s in a city or town, or when he’s out in the wilderness, traveling. When he’s on the road, he typically dresses very practically, yet he still retains a bit of his signature ‘style’. He frequently layers a simple, unadorned linen shirt underneath a navy-blue dyed light leather cuirass, and, with it, he also wears a pair of dark brown and slightly form-fitting leather trousers. In terms of footwear, he has a pair of steel-toed leather boots, and they’re the only piece of clothing he owns that looks even remotely worn-out and lived in. In colder weather, he also wears a hooded, two colored scarlet and black wool cloak, with the black wool lining the inside of the garment. Concerning his style of dress when he’s among civilization, however, Adelmar dresses far more opulently, opting to wear brightly colored clothing made from rich, comfortable fabrics, almost to the point of looking ridiculous - though it’s rare that he isn’t able to pull off whatever he decides to wear. He has a preference for wearing loose fitting, embroidered tunics made from silks and other such material, though it’s not unusual for him to wear a more form fitting (but just as ornate) vest over said shirt, and, as one might expect, he regularly wears form fitting but relatively unadorned trousers along with such outfits. In terms of accessories, Adelmar regularly accents his day-to-day clothing with various styles of belts, and has been known to wear a wide variety of hats, the styles of them depending on the occasion. Weaponry: While he doesn’t have many weapons, the ones that Adelmar does have he takes very good care of - not to mention he knows how to use them quite well. His primary weapon would be a gabriel crossbow made from raw poplar wood with a steel lath and nut/catch, and it’s mounted on a leather gauntlet for ease of use. The metal on the crossbow has a simple geometric design etched into it, but the wood is entirely unadorned, save for a simple protective glaze to keep the wood from being scratched. Adelmar’s secondary weapon would be a pair of unusually ornate steel daggers. Their blades are made from spring steel, their crossguards and pommels are made from a milder steel, and their hilts are inlaid with ivory and precious stones. The pommels have two particularly large, dark red garnets set firmly in the metal. Although these blades were clearly meant more for decoration than protection, Adelmar will result to using them should the need arise, and he always keeps them on his person should he be in need of them. Significant Items: It’s worth mentioning that Adaelmar almost always has writing supplies on his person no matter where he is or what he plans to be doing, and he also has a rather large, leather bound volume stuffed with loose leaves of paper that consists of what is currently his entire life’s work. He’s quite proud of some of the things he’s written, while other pieces make him cringe, but, for the most part, he’s attempted to save the final drafts of anything he’s ever written for future publishing purposes. Background: (tl;dr version) Adelmar is the illegitimate son of a Nilfgaardian noble and a half-elven serving woman, and, consequently, his early life was uncomfortable, to say the least, especially considering his father refused to offer him and his mother any support, nor did he even so much as grace either of them with his presence after Adelmar was born. He spent most of his childhood in relative poverty, although, despite his low economic status, he was a very bright child with a knack for memorization and telling believable stories, and, eventually, he got to the age where he was able to teach himself how to write, and he spent a great deal of his early to mid adolescence honing his oration skills. By this time, he began to offer his services as a bard to any who required one, and, although business started out very slowly for him, he began to build a reputation by the time he reached his early twenties. However, his reputation was quite a mixed one, as, while he is a very approachable and friendly person, historically, he has been the kind of orator who is very opinionated in their speeches, and will not put aside their beliefs to spare the feelings or ideals of a highly ranking official, which has made him just as many enemies as it has good friends. (His main disagreements with most human royalty come from their treatment of non-humans and half-humans, which can result in some very ugly and undiplomatic responses from those who disagree with him.) It is partly because of this and partly because of an innate wanderlust of his that he travels so often. Skills: + Public Speaking: One of Adelmar’s greatest strengths is his abilities as a convincing and effective speaker. His experience and his particular style of speaking tends to make people really listen to and consider what he has to say, and, when he’s regaling an audience with a tale, it barely takes a listener any effort at all to envision the heroic feats, horrible tragedies, or other such events he chooses to bring to the audience’s attention. When he’s presenting one of his more ‘controversial’ pieces, however, he has a talent for inspiring people who share his ideas into being more than just bystanders, and is incredibly gifted at making most of his listeners who are undecided on certain matters feel more inclined towards supporting his beliefs. + Writing: Adelmar wouldn’t be as effective of an orator if he didn’t have great talent as a writer as well. Both practice and natural aptitude have given him an edge over most other bards in terms of the written word, and he knows how to use this skill to his advantage. Even without personally presenting his pieces, he is an expert in utilizing the writing techniques of ethos (appeal to ethics), pathos (appeal to emotion), and logos (appeal to logic), and has a wry sense of humor that comes across rather pleasantly in his more satirical works. And, although he lacks this talent when speaking, he does know how to use the art of subtlety to his advantage in writing. + Charisma: A particularly favorable trait of Adelmar’s is that he is a naturally likable individual to most, as he’s polite, amiable, and, as long as he keeps away from talking about politics, does not easily offend others. If he has a mind to befriend someone, it is seldom that he’s not able to succeed, and he’s also rather skilled at getting what he wants - at least, in terms of minor things. He does not abuse this trait of his, though, but it has helped him find allies in unexpected places, as well as helped him get out of several ‘close calls’ he’s faced in the past. Martial preference: He only ever resorts to fighting when it’s imperative for him to act in self defense, but is best at ranged combat. Flaws: - Headstrong: Adelmar has a somewhat dangerous habit of not knowing when to quit. While determination is usually an admirable trait, he often takes it too far, often putting himself and others in harm’s way just because he’s unwilling to compromise his beliefs or give up on a project or ideal of his own, even temporarily. In this same way, he also is not particularly open minded to other people’s opinions or beliefs about /certain/ subjects (mostly just ones concerning the treatment of other races), and he has a tendency of getting into fights with those who have conflicting beliefs that get so heated that he very rarely parts with his opponent as friends. - Paranoid: Adelmar has a difficult time ever truly relaxing, as, due to his general lack of verbal tact and his somewhat ‘radical’ opinions, he’s got some rather powerful enemies, and he has several irrational fears concerning those under their employ. Ever since someone made an attempt on taking his life for saying the wrong thing at the right time, he’s been overly cautious and wary of other peoples’ motives, and makes a habit of checking out the places where he’s spending the night, as well as scanning his audience when he speaks to determine whether or not he’s potentially in any danger. And it almost goes without saying that he seldom ever sleeps very well. - Vain: While this is more of a minor flaw of his, Adelmar’s slight narcissism can range from being a moderately annoying trait to massively inconvenient. He cares far too much about his appearance, even in situations where looks should be the last thing on someone’s mind, and he has a bit too much confidence in his own abilities than is healthy for the average individual. Though he’s not exactly ‘obsessed’ with himself, he has so much faith in himself he’ll often turn down others’ help even when he really needs it, and he would rather offend someone else than make a joke at his own expense. Martial flaws: - Adelmar isn’t strong enough to wield most two handed weaponry, and he’s generally less experienced when it comes to close combat fighting. - He can be distracted very easily, and he's not always as aware of his surroundings as he should be - even when he's engaged in combat.
4,902	128	0	26	2,681	PLEASE NOTE: This game is going to (almost) be 100% REALISTIC. In other words, I don't want you building a castle out of sticks and one rock,'or jets that have no parts needed for an engine and sticks for wings (dear god the experiences I've had with those kind of people). Of course I want you to use your imagination, but not the, 'I have one stick, I can turn that into a car' type of imagination. If you're going to build a spear, take the time to write out a post explaining how you smoothed the rock to a spear point, explaining how you tied it with sturdy plant fibers to a wooden shaft, and how you got all of the materials to construct the spear. No, I don't want this RP to be like a job for you, but with it being so easy to Godmod in this type of RP, I need things to be as realistic as possible. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Actual IC post expected within the hour.	Name: Jaxon 'Jax' Nyle Romero Age: 29 Height: 6'1 Weight: 236 Lbs Previous Occupation: Actor Likes: Meatball Subs Hairspray Campfires Snow An Ice Cold Beer Dislikes: Prejudice Solitude Bad Actors People Who Are Too Serious People Who Are Fake Fears: Being Alone - He already hates seeing other people alone, he fears himself being alone like them. Death - This experience really isn't helping him with that. Losing His Job - It's not likely that he will, but acting is such a big part of him, losing it is a big fear. Personality: Jax is easygoing and laid back most of the time. He's the guy who keeps calm in tense situations, and the one who keeps going and doesn't back down. If you are one of the few people he befriends you are friends for life. He puts his friends before himself, and cares about their wellbeing more than his own. If your not his friend, it will probably show in how he talks, and he'll usually tell you before you even know. He's very honest, sometimes brutally honest if it comes down to it, and he's not one to lie. He's a leader. The one who pulls everyone back together after a bad scene, or to keep a good scene going. His downside is that he's wick to judge, which is why his friendships are so limited. As an actor he's got quite an ego and people tend to see it before he knows how arrogant he's sounding. He's got good looks and he's not afraid to flaunt it. He's usually seen with his arm around a different girl every other week. History: Jax was born to Judy and Garret Romero, a middle class family in New York City. As a child he was already right around the corner from Brodway. He went to a public elementary school and didn't make very many friends. He mainly stayed in the corner of the playground writing scripts for shows he wanted to make. He studied and did well, but his mind was usually in some made up world instead of the drab classroom he was in. Then came middle school where he started to care about his reputation. He started making more friends and got in with the 'cool kids.' By 8th grade he was the most popular kid in school. In his middle school career he was an extra in a few TV shows and had his first speaking part. Not much in the aspect of things, but to him it was everything. He breezed through high school and started to take an acting class in college. He was in a few minor movies until after he graduated college he starred in his first major movie. His acting career kept going upwards from then. He's not world rebound, but his name is definitely mentioned every now and then. He was on his way to Australia to film another movie when this experience would be something he would watch on the big screen. This is more than starring in a movie, it's like living in one.
4,903	128	1	26	2,681	Jaxon Nyle Ronero 9:30 PM, The Big Island It was night. The cold air whipped and slashed at Jaxon's face. He opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky. If his leg didn't hurt like hell and the plane he was on just crashed, this would have been pretty amazing, but considering the things just stated did happen, he didn't really have time to take in the beauty of it. He tried to sit up but he fumbled back onto the ground. He finally sat up and put his hand on the back of his neck, trying to brush the sand off. He slowly lifted up the left leg of his pants to try and see if he could spot anything visible that was causing the pain. He could barely see but in the faint moonlight he could make out darker colored sking around his knee, and it felt more raw than the rest of his leg. Weakly, he tried standing up, using a nearby Palm Tree trunk to support himself. He could look out into the darkness and see the faint outline of small waves lapping onto the shore. The wind had calmed down and turned into a gentle nighttime breeze. He knew there were more people on the plane still alive, but he didn't have the energy, or the strength to go looking for them. He inched his way over to a smaller tree with palm frawns lower to the ground that he could take cover in. It wasn't much but it should be able to do for the night. That's when he heard it. The rustle in the bushes just outside the small forest. His hands reached around on the sandy ground for something he could use and he found a slender stick. It was slender but sturdy, maybe once it was daytime, if he even made it through night, he could use it as a walking stick to keep himself up with. The rustling got closer and closer, he now heard the footsteps in the sand until they were right in front of him. He took a wild swing into the darkness and felt the stick connect with something, followed by a whimper. Jaxon pushed himself up with the stick over to the limp body. He recognized the animal. It was Shiloh, one of the other passengers dogs. He sighed and sat next to the dead dog. He laid down on the sand, looking up at the stars once more, until he faded into sleep. 8:10 AM, The Big Island Had woke up with a start, thinking he had been awoken by a terrible dream, only to find that it was a reality. He stood up with his stick and limped toward the shore, which wasn't that far away. After a good five minutes he reached the place where the crystal clear water met the sand. Out, not that far in the distance he though he could see something, a submerged boat, but with his leg, and the dangers that may or may not lurk in the depths below, dry land would be the best bet for now. Jax walked along the shore, collecting sticks and driftwood, and surprisingly there wasn't much. He looked back to find the place where he had killed Shiloh not in sight. Instead he saw something that startled him. Across the way, down the shore, he thought he could spot someone lying in the sand (). He limped faster with his two pieces of driftwood and three sticks under his right arm. He only hoped what he saw was true.	Name: Jaxon 'Jax' Nyle Romero Age: 29 Height: 6'1 Weight: 236 Lbs Previous Occupation: Actor Likes: Meatball Subs Hairspray Campfires Snow An Ice Cold Beer Dislikes: Prejudice Solitude Bad Actors People Who Are Too Serious People Who Are Fake Fears: Being Alone - He already hates seeing other people alone, he fears himself being alone like them. Death - This experience really isn't helping him with that. Losing His Job - It's not likely that he will, but acting is such a big part of him, losing it is a big fear. Personality: Jax is easygoing and laid back most of the time. He's the guy who keeps calm in tense situations, and the one who keeps going and doesn't back down. If you are one of the few people he befriends you are friends for life. He puts his friends before himself, and cares about their wellbeing more than his own. If your not his friend, it will probably show in how he talks, and he'll usually tell you before you even know. He's very honest, sometimes brutally honest if it comes down to it, and he's not one to lie. He's a leader. The one who pulls everyone back together after a bad scene, or to keep a good scene going. His downside is that he's wick to judge, which is why his friendships are so limited. As an actor he's got quite an ego and people tend to see it before he knows how arrogant he's sounding. He's got good looks and he's not afraid to flaunt it. He's usually seen with his arm around a different girl every other week. History: Jax was born to Judy and Garret Romero, a middle class family in New York City. As a child he was already right around the corner from Brodway. He went to a public elementary school and didn't make very many friends. He mainly stayed in the corner of the playground writing scripts for shows he wanted to make. He studied and did well, but his mind was usually in some made up world instead of the drab classroom he was in. Then came middle school where he started to care about his reputation. He started making more friends and got in with the 'cool kids.' By 8th grade he was the most popular kid in school. In his middle school career he was an extra in a few TV shows and had his first speaking part. Not much in the aspect of things, but to him it was everything. He breezed through high school and started to take an acting class in college. He was in a few minor movies until after he graduated college he starred in his first major movie. His acting career kept going upwards from then. He's not world rebound, but his name is definitely mentioned every now and then. He was on his way to Australia to film another movie when this experience would be something he would watch on the big screen. This is more than starring in a movie, it's like living in one.
4,904	128	2	2,301	766	Chicago 1976 "People say when you're in a bad situation, time slows down. Well, they're wrong; it speeds up. You've only got a split second to make a decision that can make the difference between life and death. And I, as your instructor, and going to give you the best possible tools to make the best possible decision in that split second you're lucky enough to have. It's up to you to use them." Benson O'Hara 9:38 PM, The Big Island He'd always loved the beach. So when he woke up with his back on the sand, the cool ocean nipping at his toes, his fingers entrenched in cool, soft, tan earth, his first thought was that he was at his vacation spot. The second thought was that he should call his wife and apologize. The third thought snapped his eyes open and his body upwards. As he sat in the sand, he looked, dumbfounded, at his surroundings. The beach stretched, and curved out of his few. What looked like a dense jungle ominously stood behind him. And the dark blue ocean, everlasting and uncaring, stared into the black sky that burst with eternal color. The entire galaxy shone down upon him, the Moon looking insignificant and stranded among the sea of stars. It turns out Benson and the Moon had a lot in common. And so he stood, wobbly to his feet. He turned and made a few paces up the shoreline. He reached a tree that was farther away from the dense jungle and leaned up against it. He slid down the tree and was once again sitting down. Another drowsiness overcame him, and his inner monologue grew sluggish and muddy. He thought about how lucky he was to have little injury, he thought about his hope for other survivors, he thought about his family, he thought about the beach. 6:24 AM, The Big Island "Up and at 'em, cadets!" Decades of muscle memory and training resurfaced through his murk of unconsciousness and startled him awake in place of an alarm clock. He reached for a nonexistent firearm on a nonexistent side table and flashed to his feet. His heart was racing, as he backed slowly away from the dense jungle. "Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!" His voice bounced off the wall of trees and into the nothingness of the morning sky. His heart sunk deep into his chest like a ship into a lagoon. He rubbed his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath. His mind began to work overtime, constructing his next move in his head. First things first, he needed fresh water. If there wasn't a source of fresh water on this island, he'd better start working on a way to most painlessly meet his maker. He rolled up his sleeves and started into the wood. Slowly stepping over exposed roots and dirt-covered rocks, he listened carefully for the sound of a spring or pond. After getting his foot stuck on some creeping vines, getting turned around, resting for a brief moment, then getting lost again, he finally heard it. The burble of freshwater spring. His heart lifting, he made his way once more through the thicket, and found it. The clear water spouted from a small mound, it ran briefly down it and into a small pond. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. He excitedly kneeled down by the pond and scooped up some water with his hands. He took a glance at the pond, to see if it was safe. Well, if it wasn't safe, he was dead anyway. He drank the cool liquid, felt it slide smoothly down his throat. Despite everything, that was the best water he had ever tasted in his entire life. It was a naturally forming spring, untouched by man for it's entire existence. He'd never discovered something before, so he quietly nicknamed the spring O'Hara Springs, after himself. Why not? Was there anyone else to stop him? Other people. He needed to look for survivors. He tried his best to mark the place in his head, and used the small clearing where the spring was as a landmark as he navigated out of the forest. It was much easier getting out, but it still took him quite a while. When he stumbled onto the beach once again, the sun was higher and the beach was brighter. He turned his head to his left, and then to his right. The beach went on and on, and once again curved away from his view. There was nobody in sight. He had a much better chance of finding someone where he first was, last night. He cursed himself for not looking for survivors straight away. To make up for this, he began trotting down the beach, calling out for any other people on the island. It would take him a while, if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he'd never find anyone at all.	Full Name: Ryan Daniel Phillips Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 235 lbs Previous Occupation: Author Likes: Video Games Running Rainy Days Contemporary/Jazz Music Tap Dancing Dislikes: Dogs Seafood People who don't celebrate birthdays Nicknames Hip Hop Fears: Death (necrophobia) Heights (acrophobia) Snakes (ophiophobia) Personality: Ryan has always been a relatively easygoing person and can rarely be found in a bad mood. If he is approached by someone, then he will go out of his way to put them in a good mood as well. Unless they approach him, however, he can be a tad bit introverted, preferring the company of his own thoughts. He thinks that this is for good reason because he is a very intelligent person, and most of the time, his best ideas come from his own head rather than the input of others. He would never say so to anyone, but he considers himself to be one of the smartest people that he knows. He also has a very strong sense of what he believes to be right and wrong, taking a page from Shakespeare: "Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done." Of course, a writer like Ryan knows that no character is complete without flaws, and he's got plenty. Due to his introverted nature, he has a tendency to be secretive and judgmental. he also can be very stubborn at times; once he makes a decision, he will stick to it until it is entirely obvious that he has failed. Alongside his intellectual nature is an almost immediate dislike of those who are uneducated. Ryan has developed a bit of an ego from his intellect, and while he is kind to others, he will look down on those who aren't as intelligent as him and oppose those who disagree with him. He constantly feels as though he needs to prove that he is capable of respect to others, which he tries to accomplish through reasoning and logic, making him seem cold hearted to those who are more emotional thinkers. History: Ryan was born on February 3rd, 1984 and raised on the West Coast of the United States in San Francisco, California. His father was the founder of a small tech company, and his mother was a state attorney, and both of his parents encouraged Ryan from a young age to follow his dreams. Admittedly, he had it easier than most kids, but you had to have a rather large bank account to afford living in a city like San Francisco. Once he started school, Ryan almost immediately stood out from his peers. He seemed to learn almost everything in half the time that it took the other students in his class, and by the time he was 8 years old, his parents and the principal to move him up a grade level. In high school, most would've thought that he would've had trouble making friends, but his easygoing nature made him acquaintances of most of his classmates and a small group of close friends. It wasn't until his junior year of high school that he actually decided that he wanted to be an author. His language arts teacher had given his class an assignment to write a narrative; he couldn't remember what the subject was if you asked him today. A trio of seniors who had failed the class last year and were retaking it knew that he was relatively smart, and they threatened him to write their assignments for them. Knowing that these kids would follow on a threat, he worked himself to the bone to write the essays for the three seniors, as well as his own. After the papers were turned in, his teacher told him that she knew that the three seniors didn't write their own essays and that he should be punished along with them for cheating. However, she told him that the four papers that he had written were the four best papers that she had ever read, telling him that he had a talent for writing. After that day, Ryan's heart was set on becoming an author. He ended up graduating as the valedictorian of his class, and he was given a full scholarship to go to the University of Iowa. College was a new experience for Ryan, mainly because he had never been so far from home before. Still, he didn't let this stop him and instead developed a more introverted style, buckling down into assignments and essays rather than parties or bars. He learned quickly that while research was a must for any topic of writing, it helps a lot to balance it out with exercise, strengthening both the mind and the body. His combination of daily jogging and social isolationism helped him to earn a master's degree in creative writing and move back to San Francisco. However, once he got out of college, he quickly realized that being an author was much more difficult than writing a manuscript. He had to take on multiple part time jobs while submitting his writings to editors, who were very critical of his writing. After more rejected submissions than he could count, one editor finally accepted one of his works (ironically, an island survival story titled Dead Waters) and it quickly became a relatively popular book. It certainly wasn't on the New York Bestsellers list, but it was enough to kickstart his writing career. Since then, he has released two more books in what became an island survival trilogy and is currently working on a horror mystery novel based in Australia, where Ryan was traveling (by plane!) to get a first hand perspective of the culture. Unfortunately, he didn't quite plan on learning the culture of previously stated "bitch ass sharks." Seems like he'll have to improvise a bit.
4,905	128	3	78	8,915	Nona Wembley The Big Island, 10:43PM The wave crashed over Nona's unconscious form, startling her from her peacefully passed out state do to the sudden shock of the cold sea water and the need to cough it out of her lungs. Nona swiftly pushed up off the wet sand to be on her hands and knees, hacking and cough the ocean out of her body with watery eyes. Chocolate brown eyes blinked away the forming tears, trying to get her breathing under control as she glanced at her surroundings and trying to remember all that happened or why she was here. It took a few moments before the memory of the crash slammed back into her mind, making Nona sit back to stare at the dense forest in front of her and ignoring the water that was lapping around her waist since it hardly mattered if she was wet at this point. Nona knew she should be grateful, even lucky to have survived at all but she really wasn't. The thought of being alone and stuck on some forsaken island with no one trying to find her didn't sit completely well. Her body ached horribly, bruises probably already forming and her head felt as if someone had hit her with a bat repeatedly and to make matters worse it was making everything spin more by the second as she tried to stay sitting up. She shakily pushed herself to stand, carefully moving away from the shores edge to be in a safer position from the waves though she didn't get extremely far before tripping back into the awaiting sand but at least she was out of the waters way now. Nona felt so dizzy that she thought she might get sick and decided that she was going any further tonight. Other survivors and finding fresh water could wait till morning and with that thought in mind she flipped carefully onto her back, looking up at the thousand of glittering stars. It would have been a dazzling sight if the circumstances had been different but now it made her want to drift asleep once more even if it was a stupid idea. Nona tried to stay awake as long as she could but all she wanted to do was rest and so the minutes ticked by, slowly her eyes drooped and before long she was in dream land once again. The Big Island, 8:04AM A shriek from multiple seagulls had been her unwelcome alarm clock, causing the red head to groan as she tried to blink her eyes open only to shut them once more and throw an arm over her face at the brightness of the sun. If she didn't know better, she would have said she was hung over because of the massive headache she had been graced with that morning but logic told her that is more likely than not that she had a slight concussion and much of hit her head pretty good. Nona carefully picked up her head a bit, moving her arm from her eyes to feel through her hair. It didn't seem like there was any blood or gash but it was definitely sensitive in a certain area. She would have to take it careful since more likely than not she would be dizzy when walk or doing certain things for the next few days. It could have been worse but still not the best of situations."I'll just relax here a few more moments and then head out to search." she sighed to herself.	Full Name: Nona Elise Wembley Age: 24 Gender: Female Height: 5'5 Weight: 127 lbs Previous Occupation: Bartender Likes: Camping Music Rainy Days Cooking Dancing Dislikes: Milk People fighting (yelling) Being told what to do Feeling stuck somewhere Liars Fears: Spiders Needles Losing those she cares about Personality: Nona is a warm and fun loving person but she has trouble letting people get close enough to completely see it. She keeps a kind of wall around herself in hopes of not getting hurt like she has many times before. Her biggest way to do this is to be brutally honest with either facts or stating her opinion in a not so nice way. Her temper is fiery and she isn't afraid to stand up when the odds are against her if it is what she believes in. She is straight forward and likes people who won't sugar coat things because she wouldn't since to her it is as bad as a lie. Once you have gained her trust and friendship, she would do anything and everything to protect them even if it is a risk to herself. It may seem like she is being selfless but that is hardly it as she fears the loss of of the ones she cares for and couldn't stand the thought that she could have saved them in some way. If you really want to see Nona light up or understand exactly what she is feeling at any given time, than all you need to do is listen to her play her violin and all will be clear. Nona feels her most comfortable and confident when she is up on stage or in the street, music flowing freely and her hand on the strings. She believes that people are people and unfortunately, do to her past she doesn't really believe in the goodness in people often. In her opinion, someone always wants something from another. Music, music and nature you can trust. You throw people into the mix of life and it just goes crazy. Sometimes it is better to be alone but at the same time she doesn't wish to be alone. Ever complicated she is. History: Nona has no clue who her birth mother or father is and she will probably never know. She was born in Los Angeles and was given up the day of her birth, handed over to an orphanage as soon as she possibly could so an adoption process could start. The little girl was put up for adoption, set for a family that had been waiting for a long time. They gave her the name Nona, happy to finally be grace with a child but not everything goes to plan. In the final stages of adoption, the couple found out they were pregnant. The agency because of this denied them the adoption do to the fact that they were worried Nona would not be treated equal or be a strain on the couple which meant Nona was stuck in the system for many more years. It wasn't until the age of five that Nona got to have an actual family of her own. Alison and Micheal Wembley were a sweet couple, everything seeming to be perfect but there are many things that a child doesn't think about or see coming. The way her parents acted towards each other like roommates, each going threw the motions or putting on a show and the way they got upset with her for things she didn't understand or seemed silly to scold a child for. It was expressed in the way they wanted her to learn or do certain things like playing the piano that were just harsh. It was like they wanted her to be exactly the way they wanted but they were so loving in many ways so she looked past it all. The older she became the more distant her parents became with her, especially when she was trying to show her own individuality and the more they fought among themselves. It was just little verbal fights at first but as the years progressed, the fighting got steadily worse. When she hit eleven years old, Nona awoke to have her whole world shattered. The yelling scared her from sleep but she wanted to know what was going on so Nona slowly crept from her room, quietly moving down the stairs and each step from her bare feet bringing her closer to the noise. At the sound of a shatter, she sprinted into action and rushed into the kitchen to find her father in a rage while her mother was just as mad, each throwing slander at each other. Things were being tossed about, Nona ignored and unnoticed until a plate shattered above her head making her cry out in fear as the pieces fell all around her. Her mother noticed her presence first, her face trying to calm and a weak smile appearing on her face as they all stood together in a ruined mess of a kitchen. Her father ordered her to go back to bed, not being able to stand seeing her right now as the fight was too close to home while looking at Nona. Nona wanted to know what was going on though which was the last straw as her father moved towards her but her mother blocked the way, starting up the fight again as he grabbed her roughly. Nothing made sense to her... other than seeing the fight become physical as they started to take blows at each other and she knew this couldn't go on. She stepped in, trying to stop them only to be thrown into the glass covered floor. In pain was intense, her injuries oblivious as the two moved from the kitchen as her mother ran. She pushed up from the ground, pieces stabbing into her back roughly but she ignored it as she went after her parents as the fight spilled out onto the lawn. The noise alerting the neighbors which in turn caused the cops to show up and the picture wasn't good or pretty. Nona was taken to the hospital and separated from her parents, her parents obviously not fit to be guardians in the governments eyes or anyone else. She was now alone, back in the system and figuring out the signs that had been there all those years. She had been nothing more than a replacement for a lost daughter. A patch on an already ended marriage that was being pushed to the brink. The closer she had gotten to the age of their real daughter, the more the past came into light and they blamed each other. It made her see that love was a lie. It was something pretty that people told to each other to get what they really wanted. Everyone wants something from someone else. After that Nona was know as a runner, trying to get away from every home she was sent to or causing as much trouble as possible so they would send her away. When she turned to stealing, the cops felt sorry for her and gave warnings since she was young but as she grew in years, they felt less sorry for her. Luckily, she got good enough at stealing that she could rob someone blind and they wouldn't feel a thing. It helped her get along on her own for at least a year or two, using magic tricks and other skills such as nibble fingers or lock picking. She knew she just needed to make it until she was old enough to get a job or to not have to run anymore. Unfortunately, you can only run so far before you are found. She had wanted schooling again, it had been a mistake because she had been found quickly after that. Nona told herself that she could live her life soon and instead through everything into studies, getting good grades, skipping grades and moving from piano to violin. She flourished with the violin at her finger tips and was even good enough to catch the eye of those at Juilliard at one point when she sent in an application on whim. She hadn't been ready for it though and regrets never taking her audition but she never gave up on music. Nona took a job as a bartender in a club that she loved and still did street preforming for fun. She had been on her way for a much needed vacation, thinking of doing some backpacking in Australia since walking and nature had always been her thing. This experience gave her a little more nature than she had been hoping for as well as more people than planned for that matter.
4,906	128	4	864	838	Kyra Martinez Fire. She remembered fire. Warped tendrils clawing at the wings of a metal bird. The dancing fingers a hellish myriad of red heat. And smoke. She remembered the smoke. The clouds of grey choking the air as she had desperately grasped for the dangling piece of plastic hope. False, false hope. The smoke in her hair and eyes and lungs, burrowing deeper til it was as thick and real as the black tangle of fear deep beneath. So much smoke. And then she remembered. Her. Her, who's face was so full of light and life. Her, who was so familiar and immortal in the mind of one so young and hopeful. Her, with a face twisted with tears and fear of the chaos around them. Her with a face of dancing fire and smoke. The Big Island 11:05 p.m. Kyra woke with rocks in her limbs and needles in her throat. A dull ache throbbed beneath her skull, a painful beat on a soundless drum. Her mind was mess of strewn thoughts and scattered memories, all tangled and cut apart like the tatters of a forgotten quilt. Fire. Smoke. Darkness. Different fabrics sewn in a nonsensical order. Exhaustion whispered for her to return to the nettles of sleep. Necessity demanded Kyra rise and act. In the end, it was the latter who won. With a gasp of pain, Kyra forced herself to sit up. The dull pounding in her skull grew into a raging throb. It spread throughout her body, settling in the insides of her chest. It was as if her bones were knives, slashing at the fleshy prison of her skin. The world spun around her, and a bile rose up in Kyra's throat. She shut her eyes, giving into the upheavals of her stomach. She deposited the remains of her last meal, involuntary tears springing from her eyes. The nonsensical ramblings of her thoughts returned, brought on by the delirious sensation of pain. Was this what dying felt like? No. It couldn't be. Dying was peaceful. This was hell. With a shaky breath, Kyra forced herself to stand. She swayed, the sharp pain in her chest growing. Everything was hurting. Everything felt wrong. But she had to keep moving. She had to find water. She had to find people. People like her. Kyra trembled, her resolve wavering. Her. Her sister. Oh God, her sister. The beach was empty. The white dunes were bare, save for the scattered debris of twisted, black metal. No live other life than Kyra. She bit back a sob. Where was she? Where was Josefine?! She had to be alive. She couldn't be far. She couldn't...she can't...there was no way... Kyra swallowed her growing hopelessness. Josefine had to be alive. There had to be more survivors. It couldn't have been just her. Now it was just a matter of finding them and surviving. 6:23 a.m. Once, when she was eight, Kyra had stayed with a distant relative during Summer. An uncle, perhaps, or maybe a cousin? She never quite knew. He had been a drill Sargent. Retired due to his age, but it seemed like the spirit of the job never left him. He was kind enough, save for his short temper, but the moments he chose to discipline Kyra were the worst moments of her life. She had once made the mistake of talking back. The result was two hours of nonstop running around the house. No walking, no water, no breaks. Only the merciless heat of the red sun, and the sweat running together with the tears as her dry throat gasped for air to fill her shriveling lungs. It was like that now, only tenfold worse. It was hard to say how long she's been walking. An hour? Five? A whole year? Kyra pressed herself to keep moving. The pain in her chest had grown into a throbbing, dull ache. Her mind spun even more, strained from the lack of water or rest. Her shoes, a pair of heels, had long been abandoned for the sensibility of bare feet. The results remained constant throughout her walk. No life. Just the plain stretch of sand, water, and jungle. Kyra wobbled, the unspoken fears wrestling with sensibility in her mind. What if she was alone? What if everyone was dead? What if? What if? What if? A sudden noise pierced through the air, cutting through Kyra's train of thoughts. It was too deep for a seabird, too brief to be the wind. It was almost as if it was... Kyra froze as the shout came again. Human. It was human. An actual human being. She forced her legs to run faster, ignoring the growing blisters on her soles. "H-hey!" Her voice was low and scratchy, strained in her throat. "Hey!" She was louder this time, a frantic desperate hope fueling her calls as she caught sight of an approaching figure in the distance. "I'm over here!"	Name: Kyra Martinez Age: 32 Height: 5'6" Weight: 145.3lbs Previous Occupation: Medical School Student Likes: -Swimming -Reading -Helping people -Animals -Cooking Dislikes: -Feeling useless -Being patronized -Being lied to -Bugs -Getting lost Fears: -Betrayal -Bugs -Abandoned Personality: Stubborn and ambitious, Kyra is willing to put up with anything to get the job done. She's blunt, harshly so, and won't hesitate to spill the truth even if it means someone will get hurt. More of a doer than a talker, she'd rather jump into whatever task she's on rather than plan it out. Because of this, she can come off as impulsive and hotheaded. Kyra's pride is her downfall, often times getting in the way of what needs to be done. Despite this, she's slowly learning to swallow her hubris and open her mind to the views of others. Though seemingly aloof, Kyra is actually very caring. She's more concerned about the wellbeing of those around her rather than her own, and will sacrifice much of what she has in order to help another. She's hardworking to a fault and will strive to protect those around her. Despite Kyra seeming serious, she's been known to have a snarky side, layering her words with sarcasm. History: Kyra was born in a small town in Nevada to a somewhat poor family of five. Despite their lack of finances, she had a fairly happy childhood. She'd often venture around the neighborhood with her siblings, messing around and sometimes causing trouble, while simultaneously helping out in the family store. Things grew harder as the business closed down. Kyra and her siblings worked multiple jobs at once to help pay the bills, while her parents argued more and more frequently. With lowering grades in school and the constantly looming threat of bankruptcy, life seemed like utter chaos. Despite this, however, Kyra found solace. In her few moments of free time, Kyra frequently visited the local children's hospital as a volunteer. She'd help out the nurses and children, eventually becoming somewhat of a regular. It was during those times Kyra knew what she wanted to do. Eventually, Kyra began to get her life back together. Her grades gradually improved until she was at the top of her class. She studied frequently, working hard towards her aim. She soon graduated Highschool and, eventually, college. She had gotten accepted into a well known medical school in Australia. Her family was closer than it had been before. Everything was finally falling into place. Kyra booked a plane to Austrailia, flying with her sister towards a brighter future. She would attend medical school and become a renowned doctor, helping not only her family but hundreds of patients along the way. Or so she thought. But Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
4,907	128	5	1,570	4,060	Bailey Renee Sinclaire 11:45 PM, The Big Island A hangover would have been considered a blessing in exchange for the pressure that pounded in Bailey's head at that moment. Her eyelids felt heavy as the light of the moon lit up the sky, shining on her slightly bruised face and body to match. A sudden motion brought Bailey from her back up to her knees as the burst of vomit escaped her lips into the sand below her. At least the pressure was now gone. "Ugh.." the sound of distaste hung on her lips as she passed out right next to her vomit. Classy. Super classy. Bailey Renee Sinclaire 8:00 AM, The Big Island Coming to, the sun bright and hot in the sky Bailey opened her eyes slowly and recalled the events that had really taken place. The plane had went down, she had survived. A pang of remorse hit her as she imagined all the people who had died on impact or worse taken by the wrath of the ocean. She sat up slowly, looking around at the area around her. If it were different circumstances she would have found this place beautiful, a vacation in it's own right. However, the circumstances weren't right and all she could do was feel trapped. She didn't know what to do next, her hands falling down to her side she leaned back a bit, placing her right hand directly into the pile of semi dried vomit. Classy. Super classy. "Oh.. fuck me." Bailey cursed to herself as she got up and began to walk towards the ocean. Her limbs felt like jelly as she stumbled through the sand. A lot of her body was in pain, and in some places she didn't even know existed. Squatting down she waved her hand in the water gently, feeling somewhat refreshed. Getting back up to her upright position she placed her now cleaned hand on her forehead as a reliever. Turning her hand to it's side to create a visor she peered across inward to the island noticing some movement. Survivors, or did they pose a threat? Perhaps Bailey had watched way too many horror movies in her time as she stood idle waiting to see what the mysterious figure did next.	Bailey Renee Sinclaire Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss you. ▾ Name: Bailey Renee Sinclaire ▾ Age: Twenty-Two ▾ Gender: Female ▾ Height: Five foot one ▾ Weight: One hundred and twenty five pounds ▾ Previous Occupation: Waitress ▾ Passionate ▾ Impulsive ▾ Charismatic ▾ Unreliable ▾ ▾ Personality: Bailey is a very fun loving young woman, who spent most of her teen years grounded for doing something her parents didn't want her to. If you gain her trust you will have a friend for life, if you lose her trust you will have a hard time receiving anything at all from Bailey. She loves passionately hard, and takes care of her close friends extremely well- that is..when she remembers to contact them or show up at the place she was told to meet at. Her mouth gets her in trouble more often than not, and she is the one to start swinging first in a fight. If she doesn't like you, she will let you know right to your face. First impressions definitely aren't Bailey's strong point. ▾ Likes & Dislikes: + Sleeping in late + Coke and Whiskey + Homecooked meals + Swimming + Music - Small spaces - Texting - Chapped lips - Sunburn - Being told what to do ▾ Fears: - Wasps - Never going home - Not having a family of her own ▾ Biography: Born and raised in the deep south to Baker and Gloria Sinclaire, Bailey was brought up as an only child. She was destined to be a sweet southern belle but all of that training really went out the window the moment she turned thirteen. That was the age Bailey took to the more fast paced lifestyle. Always be on the move. The family still however attended church every Sunday, arriving early and staying late. Her parents both worked at the high school while she attended: her father as a janitor and her mother as a secretary in the main office. You'd think this would motivate Bailey to do well in school, but the only thing it really did was make it more accessible to get hall passes and excuses to leave class. Barely grabbing her diploma at the end of high school- college was not really in the horizon for the young woman so she began working as a waitress at a small diner in her hometown. Bailey always did well with interacting with other people, the customers enjoyed her sweet smile and big personality wrapped into her short frame. A broken dish here and a 20 minute late shift was easily excused when Bailey opened her mouth. Most if not all of her co-workers enjoyed her company and it wasn't long before they considered her as a part of their group. There wasn't too big of a surprise when a few of the people working asked if Bailey would like to tag along on their trip they had planned during a scheduled vacation. She of course agreed instantly and worked around the cheapest flights she could muster up to meet her friends in Australia for their journey away from home. Transferring several planes trying to be cheap about things, she found herself on the plane that would change her life forever.
4,908	128	6	2,301	766	Benson O'Hara 7:46 AM, The Big Island It'd been a while, Benson could tell that. He called, and he called again, and yet he had not received a reply. His voice had grown hoarse, the morning sun had creeped higher into the sky and was staring down on him condescendingly. Whatever was keeping him going had faded, and a pain in his right leg had made itself obvious since he started down the beach. He took another breath, clenched his diaphragm, and shouted: "Hey!" There was a brief silence. Somehow, Benson felt, that if no one replied, it'd be the end of him. He hoped with all of his hope. "I'm over here!" He whirled around and saw a woman sprinting towards him. "Son of a bitch!" He jogged towards the other survivor and stopped in front of her. He tried to think of something to say. Honestly, nothing really seemed appropriate. He was so relieved that whatever happened next, there was at least one other human being here with him. What he ended up doing was shrugging his arms out wide, and letting his hands slap back down against his thighs. A gesture of indecision and gratitude.	Full Name: Ryan Daniel Phillips Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 235 lbs Previous Occupation: Author Likes: Video Games Running Rainy Days Contemporary/Jazz Music Tap Dancing Dislikes: Dogs Seafood People who don't celebrate birthdays Nicknames Hip Hop Fears: Death (necrophobia) Heights (acrophobia) Snakes (ophiophobia) Personality: Ryan has always been a relatively easygoing person and can rarely be found in a bad mood. If he is approached by someone, then he will go out of his way to put them in a good mood as well. Unless they approach him, however, he can be a tad bit introverted, preferring the company of his own thoughts. He thinks that this is for good reason because he is a very intelligent person, and most of the time, his best ideas come from his own head rather than the input of others. He would never say so to anyone, but he considers himself to be one of the smartest people that he knows. He also has a very strong sense of what he believes to be right and wrong, taking a page from Shakespeare: "Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done." Of course, a writer like Ryan knows that no character is complete without flaws, and he's got plenty. Due to his introverted nature, he has a tendency to be secretive and judgmental. he also can be very stubborn at times; once he makes a decision, he will stick to it until it is entirely obvious that he has failed. Alongside his intellectual nature is an almost immediate dislike of those who are uneducated. Ryan has developed a bit of an ego from his intellect, and while he is kind to others, he will look down on those who aren't as intelligent as him and oppose those who disagree with him. He constantly feels as though he needs to prove that he is capable of respect to others, which he tries to accomplish through reasoning and logic, making him seem cold hearted to those who are more emotional thinkers. History: Ryan was born on February 3rd, 1984 and raised on the West Coast of the United States in San Francisco, California. His father was the founder of a small tech company, and his mother was a state attorney, and both of his parents encouraged Ryan from a young age to follow his dreams. Admittedly, he had it easier than most kids, but you had to have a rather large bank account to afford living in a city like San Francisco. Once he started school, Ryan almost immediately stood out from his peers. He seemed to learn almost everything in half the time that it took the other students in his class, and by the time he was 8 years old, his parents and the principal to move him up a grade level. In high school, most would've thought that he would've had trouble making friends, but his easygoing nature made him acquaintances of most of his classmates and a small group of close friends. It wasn't until his junior year of high school that he actually decided that he wanted to be an author. His language arts teacher had given his class an assignment to write a narrative; he couldn't remember what the subject was if you asked him today. A trio of seniors who had failed the class last year and were retaking it knew that he was relatively smart, and they threatened him to write their assignments for them. Knowing that these kids would follow on a threat, he worked himself to the bone to write the essays for the three seniors, as well as his own. After the papers were turned in, his teacher told him that she knew that the three seniors didn't write their own essays and that he should be punished along with them for cheating. However, she told him that the four papers that he had written were the four best papers that she had ever read, telling him that he had a talent for writing. After that day, Ryan's heart was set on becoming an author. He ended up graduating as the valedictorian of his class, and he was given a full scholarship to go to the University of Iowa. College was a new experience for Ryan, mainly because he had never been so far from home before. Still, he didn't let this stop him and instead developed a more introverted style, buckling down into assignments and essays rather than parties or bars. He learned quickly that while research was a must for any topic of writing, it helps a lot to balance it out with exercise, strengthening both the mind and the body. His combination of daily jogging and social isolationism helped him to earn a master's degree in creative writing and move back to San Francisco. However, once he got out of college, he quickly realized that being an author was much more difficult than writing a manuscript. He had to take on multiple part time jobs while submitting his writings to editors, who were very critical of his writing. After more rejected submissions than he could count, one editor finally accepted one of his works (ironically, an island survival story titled Dead Waters) and it quickly became a relatively popular book. It certainly wasn't on the New York Bestsellers list, but it was enough to kickstart his writing career. Since then, he has released two more books in what became an island survival trilogy and is currently working on a horror mystery novel based in Australia, where Ryan was traveling (by plane!) to get a first hand perspective of the culture. Unfortunately, he didn't quite plan on learning the culture of previously stated "bitch ass sharks." Seems like he'll have to improvise a bit.
4,909	128	7	26	2,681	Jaxon Nyle Romero 8:07 AM, The Big Island Jaxon's throat was dry and he needed water, but as far as he could see there was no fresh water, so he continued walking towards the figure lying in the sand ahead. As he neared the figure he approached ever more slowly. As he neared he could see it was a girl. His hand gripped the stick tighter as he sat behind a nearby rock. His free shaking hand picked up a small pebble and tossed it at the woman in the sand. He cleared his throat and began to speak. "Are you from the plane crash as well?" He tried peeking from behind the rock, seeing if he recognized the woman, but he didn't. He tried to remember the events that took place before he first woke up, but most of it was blurry and he couldn't make anyone's face out. His hand was sweating now and he tried to peek out from behind the rock once more. He shifted his position behind the rock to see if he could get a better angle at which to look at but it was futile, he still couldn't recognize her face, her clothing, her skin color, nothing. He took his position back behind the rock and waited for a response. He could feel his heart pounding more violently in his chest. This could be another survivor.	Name: Jaxon 'Jax' Nyle Romero Age: 29 Height: 6'1 Weight: 236 Lbs Previous Occupation: Actor Likes: Meatball Subs Hairspray Campfires Snow An Ice Cold Beer Dislikes: Prejudice Solitude Bad Actors People Who Are Too Serious People Who Are Fake Fears: Being Alone - He already hates seeing other people alone, he fears himself being alone like them. Death - This experience really isn't helping him with that. Losing His Job - It's not likely that he will, but acting is such a big part of him, losing it is a big fear. Personality: Jax is easygoing and laid back most of the time. He's the guy who keeps calm in tense situations, and the one who keeps going and doesn't back down. If you are one of the few people he befriends you are friends for life. He puts his friends before himself, and cares about their wellbeing more than his own. If your not his friend, it will probably show in how he talks, and he'll usually tell you before you even know. He's very honest, sometimes brutally honest if it comes down to it, and he's not one to lie. He's a leader. The one who pulls everyone back together after a bad scene, or to keep a good scene going. His downside is that he's wick to judge, which is why his friendships are so limited. As an actor he's got quite an ego and people tend to see it before he knows how arrogant he's sounding. He's got good looks and he's not afraid to flaunt it. He's usually seen with his arm around a different girl every other week. History: Jax was born to Judy and Garret Romero, a middle class family in New York City. As a child he was already right around the corner from Brodway. He went to a public elementary school and didn't make very many friends. He mainly stayed in the corner of the playground writing scripts for shows he wanted to make. He studied and did well, but his mind was usually in some made up world instead of the drab classroom he was in. Then came middle school where he started to care about his reputation. He started making more friends and got in with the 'cool kids.' By 8th grade he was the most popular kid in school. In his middle school career he was an extra in a few TV shows and had his first speaking part. Not much in the aspect of things, but to him it was everything. He breezed through high school and started to take an acting class in college. He was in a few minor movies until after he graduated college he starred in his first major movie. His acting career kept going upwards from then. He's not world rebound, but his name is definitely mentioned every now and then. He was on his way to Australia to film another movie when this experience would be something he would watch on the big screen. This is more than starring in a movie, it's like living in one.
4,910	128	8	78	8,915	Nona Wembley The Big Island Nona thought she heard a slight movement across the sand but shrugged it off as a seagull trying to find a tasty snack. It was probably what she should be doing,not the food part but the scavenging for sure. She was about ready to leave when she heard something plop into the sand next to her. Her eyes slowly opened before she slowly pushed up on her elbows and forced herself to grit her teeth so as to ignore the pain in her shoulder as she did. She leaned to the side slightly to pick up the object that was buried a bit into the sand. She was about to play with the small pebble between her fingers until she heard a throat clearing. Nona felt a flood of relief just a moment before stiffening, her heart racing as she swiftly sat up the rest of the way glance around and find who was near her. She was hopeful that it was another survivor but at the same time, they didn't come up and directly talk to her either. It felt completely stupid to be thinking of one of those old island survival movies at a time like this since Nona highly doubted native cannibals were lurking about but she was only human after all and her mind was getting away from her in that short time it took for the other person in the area to speak. "Are you from the plane crash as well? Nona couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on her features before she replied with a tease,"Well I'm no native, that is for sure." That being said, she carefully stood and tried to get her barrings as a wave of dizziness hit her but she was determined to stay up right."You aren't going to stay hidden behind that rock all day, are you? I promise I don't bite and to be honest...feels a little...weird chatting to someone I can't even see."	Full Name: Nona Elise Wembley Age: 24 Gender: Female Height: 5'5 Weight: 127 lbs Previous Occupation: Bartender Likes: Camping Music Rainy Days Cooking Dancing Dislikes: Milk People fighting (yelling) Being told what to do Feeling stuck somewhere Liars Fears: Spiders Needles Losing those she cares about Personality: Nona is a warm and fun loving person but she has trouble letting people get close enough to completely see it. She keeps a kind of wall around herself in hopes of not getting hurt like she has many times before. Her biggest way to do this is to be brutally honest with either facts or stating her opinion in a not so nice way. Her temper is fiery and she isn't afraid to stand up when the odds are against her if it is what she believes in. She is straight forward and likes people who won't sugar coat things because she wouldn't since to her it is as bad as a lie. Once you have gained her trust and friendship, she would do anything and everything to protect them even if it is a risk to herself. It may seem like she is being selfless but that is hardly it as she fears the loss of of the ones she cares for and couldn't stand the thought that she could have saved them in some way. If you really want to see Nona light up or understand exactly what she is feeling at any given time, than all you need to do is listen to her play her violin and all will be clear. Nona feels her most comfortable and confident when she is up on stage or in the street, music flowing freely and her hand on the strings. She believes that people are people and unfortunately, do to her past she doesn't really believe in the goodness in people often. In her opinion, someone always wants something from another. Music, music and nature you can trust. You throw people into the mix of life and it just goes crazy. Sometimes it is better to be alone but at the same time she doesn't wish to be alone. Ever complicated she is. History: Nona has no clue who her birth mother or father is and she will probably never know. She was born in Los Angeles and was given up the day of her birth, handed over to an orphanage as soon as she possibly could so an adoption process could start. The little girl was put up for adoption, set for a family that had been waiting for a long time. They gave her the name Nona, happy to finally be grace with a child but not everything goes to plan. In the final stages of adoption, the couple found out they were pregnant. The agency because of this denied them the adoption do to the fact that they were worried Nona would not be treated equal or be a strain on the couple which meant Nona was stuck in the system for many more years. It wasn't until the age of five that Nona got to have an actual family of her own. Alison and Micheal Wembley were a sweet couple, everything seeming to be perfect but there are many things that a child doesn't think about or see coming. The way her parents acted towards each other like roommates, each going threw the motions or putting on a show and the way they got upset with her for things she didn't understand or seemed silly to scold a child for. It was expressed in the way they wanted her to learn or do certain things like playing the piano that were just harsh. It was like they wanted her to be exactly the way they wanted but they were so loving in many ways so she looked past it all. The older she became the more distant her parents became with her, especially when she was trying to show her own individuality and the more they fought among themselves. It was just little verbal fights at first but as the years progressed, the fighting got steadily worse. When she hit eleven years old, Nona awoke to have her whole world shattered. The yelling scared her from sleep but she wanted to know what was going on so Nona slowly crept from her room, quietly moving down the stairs and each step from her bare feet bringing her closer to the noise. At the sound of a shatter, she sprinted into action and rushed into the kitchen to find her father in a rage while her mother was just as mad, each throwing slander at each other. Things were being tossed about, Nona ignored and unnoticed until a plate shattered above her head making her cry out in fear as the pieces fell all around her. Her mother noticed her presence first, her face trying to calm and a weak smile appearing on her face as they all stood together in a ruined mess of a kitchen. Her father ordered her to go back to bed, not being able to stand seeing her right now as the fight was too close to home while looking at Nona. Nona wanted to know what was going on though which was the last straw as her father moved towards her but her mother blocked the way, starting up the fight again as he grabbed her roughly. Nothing made sense to her... other than seeing the fight become physical as they started to take blows at each other and she knew this couldn't go on. She stepped in, trying to stop them only to be thrown into the glass covered floor. In pain was intense, her injuries oblivious as the two moved from the kitchen as her mother ran. She pushed up from the ground, pieces stabbing into her back roughly but she ignored it as she went after her parents as the fight spilled out onto the lawn. The noise alerting the neighbors which in turn caused the cops to show up and the picture wasn't good or pretty. Nona was taken to the hospital and separated from her parents, her parents obviously not fit to be guardians in the governments eyes or anyone else. She was now alone, back in the system and figuring out the signs that had been there all those years. She had been nothing more than a replacement for a lost daughter. A patch on an already ended marriage that was being pushed to the brink. The closer she had gotten to the age of their real daughter, the more the past came into light and they blamed each other. It made her see that love was a lie. It was something pretty that people told to each other to get what they really wanted. Everyone wants something from someone else. After that Nona was know as a runner, trying to get away from every home she was sent to or causing as much trouble as possible so they would send her away. When she turned to stealing, the cops felt sorry for her and gave warnings since she was young but as she grew in years, they felt less sorry for her. Luckily, she got good enough at stealing that she could rob someone blind and they wouldn't feel a thing. It helped her get along on her own for at least a year or two, using magic tricks and other skills such as nibble fingers or lock picking. She knew she just needed to make it until she was old enough to get a job or to not have to run anymore. Unfortunately, you can only run so far before you are found. She had wanted schooling again, it had been a mistake because she had been found quickly after that. Nona told herself that she could live her life soon and instead through everything into studies, getting good grades, skipping grades and moving from piano to violin. She flourished with the violin at her finger tips and was even good enough to catch the eye of those at Juilliard at one point when she sent in an application on whim. She hadn't been ready for it though and regrets never taking her audition but she never gave up on music. Nona took a job as a bartender in a club that she loved and still did street preforming for fun. She had been on her way for a much needed vacation, thinking of doing some backpacking in Australia since walking and nature had always been her thing. This experience gave her a little more nature than she had been hoping for as well as more people than planned for that matter.
4,911	128	9	864	838	Kyra MartinezThe Big Island Kyra slowed as she reached the man, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. The sun's rays seemed to have doubled their effort until the sand was a stovetop that steered into the soles of her bare feet. Her lungs and legs burned, and the pain in her chest seemed to double with every effort to breathe. Despite this, cool relief flooded through her at the thought of not being alone. "Holy..." Kyra trailed off, both from loss of breath and sheer astonishment. She took in the man's haggard appearance and for a brief moment, a flash of vanity invaded her mind. Was that how she looked? It wouldn't have surprised her, looking like a mess with her bare feet and tangled her. Her appearance probably matched how she felt--like complete, utter shit. "Is there," she paused to catch her breath. Her eyes flitted over the man's shoulder, eyeing the empty beach as if more people would pop up from the bare sand. "Is it just you? Are there any other survivors?"	Name: Kyra Martinez Age: 32 Height: 5'6" Weight: 145.3lbs Previous Occupation: Medical School Student Likes: -Swimming -Reading -Helping people -Animals -Cooking Dislikes: -Feeling useless -Being patronized -Being lied to -Bugs -Getting lost Fears: -Betrayal -Bugs -Abandoned Personality: Stubborn and ambitious, Kyra is willing to put up with anything to get the job done. She's blunt, harshly so, and won't hesitate to spill the truth even if it means someone will get hurt. More of a doer than a talker, she'd rather jump into whatever task she's on rather than plan it out. Because of this, she can come off as impulsive and hotheaded. Kyra's pride is her downfall, often times getting in the way of what needs to be done. Despite this, she's slowly learning to swallow her hubris and open her mind to the views of others. Though seemingly aloof, Kyra is actually very caring. She's more concerned about the wellbeing of those around her rather than her own, and will sacrifice much of what she has in order to help another. She's hardworking to a fault and will strive to protect those around her. Despite Kyra seeming serious, she's been known to have a snarky side, layering her words with sarcasm. History: Kyra was born in a small town in Nevada to a somewhat poor family of five. Despite their lack of finances, she had a fairly happy childhood. She'd often venture around the neighborhood with her siblings, messing around and sometimes causing trouble, while simultaneously helping out in the family store. Things grew harder as the business closed down. Kyra and her siblings worked multiple jobs at once to help pay the bills, while her parents argued more and more frequently. With lowering grades in school and the constantly looming threat of bankruptcy, life seemed like utter chaos. Despite this, however, Kyra found solace. In her few moments of free time, Kyra frequently visited the local children's hospital as a volunteer. She'd help out the nurses and children, eventually becoming somewhat of a regular. It was during those times Kyra knew what she wanted to do. Eventually, Kyra began to get her life back together. Her grades gradually improved until she was at the top of her class. She studied frequently, working hard towards her aim. She soon graduated Highschool and, eventually, college. She had gotten accepted into a well known medical school in Australia. Her family was closer than it had been before. Everything was finally falling into place. Kyra booked a plane to Austrailia, flying with her sister towards a brighter future. She would attend medical school and become a renowned doctor, helping not only her family but hundreds of patients along the way. Or so she thought. But Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
4,912	128	10	2,301	766	Benson O'Hara Early Morning, The Big Island "As an enforcer of the law, it is your obligation, your purpose, your duty, to protect and serve the civilians that we vowed to do so for. In comparison to them, you are expendable. Their lives mean more than yours do." "No- I haven't seen anyone else yet. But I'm sure..." He paused, looking back over his shoulder at where the woman seemed to be looking at. Just an empty stretch of beach shimmering in the morning son. "...but I'm sure that there's more of us if you and I managed to survive." He looked over the woman. She looked to be in worse shape than he imagined himself to be, but he couldn't tell for sure. Either way, she'd obviously been subjected to physical exertion. He did a quick shake of his head. "You look thirsty. I found a spring in the jungle that we head on over too." He thumbed over his shoulder from the direction he came from.	Full Name: Ryan Daniel Phillips Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 235 lbs Previous Occupation: Author Likes: Video Games Running Rainy Days Contemporary/Jazz Music Tap Dancing Dislikes: Dogs Seafood People who don't celebrate birthdays Nicknames Hip Hop Fears: Death (necrophobia) Heights (acrophobia) Snakes (ophiophobia) Personality: Ryan has always been a relatively easygoing person and can rarely be found in a bad mood. If he is approached by someone, then he will go out of his way to put them in a good mood as well. Unless they approach him, however, he can be a tad bit introverted, preferring the company of his own thoughts. He thinks that this is for good reason because he is a very intelligent person, and most of the time, his best ideas come from his own head rather than the input of others. He would never say so to anyone, but he considers himself to be one of the smartest people that he knows. He also has a very strong sense of what he believes to be right and wrong, taking a page from Shakespeare: "Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done." Of course, a writer like Ryan knows that no character is complete without flaws, and he's got plenty. Due to his introverted nature, he has a tendency to be secretive and judgmental. he also can be very stubborn at times; once he makes a decision, he will stick to it until it is entirely obvious that he has failed. Alongside his intellectual nature is an almost immediate dislike of those who are uneducated. Ryan has developed a bit of an ego from his intellect, and while he is kind to others, he will look down on those who aren't as intelligent as him and oppose those who disagree with him. He constantly feels as though he needs to prove that he is capable of respect to others, which he tries to accomplish through reasoning and logic, making him seem cold hearted to those who are more emotional thinkers. History: Ryan was born on February 3rd, 1984 and raised on the West Coast of the United States in San Francisco, California. His father was the founder of a small tech company, and his mother was a state attorney, and both of his parents encouraged Ryan from a young age to follow his dreams. Admittedly, he had it easier than most kids, but you had to have a rather large bank account to afford living in a city like San Francisco. Once he started school, Ryan almost immediately stood out from his peers. He seemed to learn almost everything in half the time that it took the other students in his class, and by the time he was 8 years old, his parents and the principal to move him up a grade level. In high school, most would've thought that he would've had trouble making friends, but his easygoing nature made him acquaintances of most of his classmates and a small group of close friends. It wasn't until his junior year of high school that he actually decided that he wanted to be an author. His language arts teacher had given his class an assignment to write a narrative; he couldn't remember what the subject was if you asked him today. A trio of seniors who had failed the class last year and were retaking it knew that he was relatively smart, and they threatened him to write their assignments for them. Knowing that these kids would follow on a threat, he worked himself to the bone to write the essays for the three seniors, as well as his own. After the papers were turned in, his teacher told him that she knew that the three seniors didn't write their own essays and that he should be punished along with them for cheating. However, she told him that the four papers that he had written were the four best papers that she had ever read, telling him that he had a talent for writing. After that day, Ryan's heart was set on becoming an author. He ended up graduating as the valedictorian of his class, and he was given a full scholarship to go to the University of Iowa. College was a new experience for Ryan, mainly because he had never been so far from home before. Still, he didn't let this stop him and instead developed a more introverted style, buckling down into assignments and essays rather than parties or bars. He learned quickly that while research was a must for any topic of writing, it helps a lot to balance it out with exercise, strengthening both the mind and the body. His combination of daily jogging and social isolationism helped him to earn a master's degree in creative writing and move back to San Francisco. However, once he got out of college, he quickly realized that being an author was much more difficult than writing a manuscript. He had to take on multiple part time jobs while submitting his writings to editors, who were very critical of his writing. After more rejected submissions than he could count, one editor finally accepted one of his works (ironically, an island survival story titled Dead Waters) and it quickly became a relatively popular book. It certainly wasn't on the New York Bestsellers list, but it was enough to kickstart his writing career. Since then, he has released two more books in what became an island survival trilogy and is currently working on a horror mystery novel based in Australia, where Ryan was traveling (by plane!) to get a first hand perspective of the culture. Unfortunately, he didn't quite plan on learning the culture of previously stated "bitch ass sharks." Seems like he'll have to improvise a bit.
4,913	128	11	864	838	Ryan PhillipsThe Big Island; 10:21 PM Do not freak out. Stay calm. Do. Not. Freak. Out. The sound of his own ridiculously heavy breathing filled the air, the only sound that Ryan could hear. He had scrambled away from the ocean as soon as he felt the sand beneath his toes, liking his chances on land better than in the ocean. Still, everything had seemed to happen in a bit of a daze. Okay, so I was on the plane, and the plane crashed into the ocean, and now... I'm on an island. What are the odds of that? Ryan looked around the beach and saw that it was just like you'd expect an uninhabited tropical island to be like; scattered palm trees higher on the coast, plenty of sand, and a more forested area further inland. It almost felt too good to be true that the plane happened to crash close by, and Ryan could easily imagine it being the setting for a vacation romance novel or the island survival writings which he was accustomed to. "If this is some sort of writer's purgatory or something, I'd have to say that I'm disappointed!" Ryan shouted to the sky, almost as if someone were watching him through a hidden camera. What am I doing? The thought ran through his head almost as quickly as the realization. "Oh no. No way am I going insane from sleep deprivation or anything like that," he said to himself, rolling around to find what felt like a "comfortable" pile of sand. "I know you, island," he spoke, this time to the island itself. "And I'm not gonna let you take me down." Time passes... 7:40 AM As soon as Ryan opened his eyes, the sunlight hit him like a truck. Oh, right. The sun rises earlier near the equator. Good to know. He sat up despite the tiredness that spread through all of his bones. After taking a few moments to calm himself, he realized that technically, he had just survived his first night on a stranded island. He celebrated the small achievement before trying to decide what to do next. "Thank you, Dead Waters!" he mumbled gratefully, referring to the island survival series that he had written years ago. Working on the trilogy bad required him to analyze every possible aspect of surviving on an island, and he theoretically had all the information he needed. Putting the information into practical use, however, would be another task entirely. Obviously, the first thing he wanted to look for was a source of fresh water. Everyone knew that you were dead without it, and salt water couldn't be desalinated without expensive equipment. His next priority would be fire, which would serve the quadruple purpose of providing warmth, cooking food, purifying water, and potentially signaling passing aircraft. Only after that would he set his sights to food and shelter. Ryan knew that he could either search on the coast or in the forest, and he quickly decided on searching the coast. "I'll be less likely to get lost and more likely to find moving water rather than stagnant." With that said, he turned and began walking along the coast, looking for a stream connected to the ocean that could serve as a water source. It shouldn't be too hard. Right?	Name: Kyra Martinez Age: 32 Height: 5'6" Weight: 145.3lbs Previous Occupation: Medical School Student Likes: -Swimming -Reading -Helping people -Animals -Cooking Dislikes: -Feeling useless -Being patronized -Being lied to -Bugs -Getting lost Fears: -Betrayal -Bugs -Abandoned Personality: Stubborn and ambitious, Kyra is willing to put up with anything to get the job done. She's blunt, harshly so, and won't hesitate to spill the truth even if it means someone will get hurt. More of a doer than a talker, she'd rather jump into whatever task she's on rather than plan it out. Because of this, she can come off as impulsive and hotheaded. Kyra's pride is her downfall, often times getting in the way of what needs to be done. Despite this, she's slowly learning to swallow her hubris and open her mind to the views of others. Though seemingly aloof, Kyra is actually very caring. She's more concerned about the wellbeing of those around her rather than her own, and will sacrifice much of what she has in order to help another. She's hardworking to a fault and will strive to protect those around her. Despite Kyra seeming serious, she's been known to have a snarky side, layering her words with sarcasm. History: Kyra was born in a small town in Nevada to a somewhat poor family of five. Despite their lack of finances, she had a fairly happy childhood. She'd often venture around the neighborhood with her siblings, messing around and sometimes causing trouble, while simultaneously helping out in the family store. Things grew harder as the business closed down. Kyra and her siblings worked multiple jobs at once to help pay the bills, while her parents argued more and more frequently. With lowering grades in school and the constantly looming threat of bankruptcy, life seemed like utter chaos. Despite this, however, Kyra found solace. In her few moments of free time, Kyra frequently visited the local children's hospital as a volunteer. She'd help out the nurses and children, eventually becoming somewhat of a regular. It was during those times Kyra knew what she wanted to do. Eventually, Kyra began to get her life back together. Her grades gradually improved until she was at the top of her class. She studied frequently, working hard towards her aim. She soon graduated Highschool and, eventually, college. She had gotten accepted into a well known medical school in Australia. Her family was closer than it had been before. Everything was finally falling into place. Kyra booked a plane to Austrailia, flying with her sister towards a brighter future. She would attend medical school and become a renowned doctor, helping not only her family but hundreds of patients along the way. Or so she thought. But Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
4,914	128	12	2,301	766	Benson O'Hara Early Morning, The Big Island Benson nodded, turned around, and began walking back along the beach side. It shouldn't that far of a walk. He was dirty, exhausted, in pain, and in shock. Still, he walked on- there was nothing else to do. The woman told him her name was Kyra. "Howdy, Kyra. The name's Benson- Benson O'Hara. At your service." He said, still walking forward. His eyes scanned the tree line for the place that he exited the forest from. He was thankful that the sun was to his back, now. Made it a lot easier to look for landmarks.	Full Name: Ryan Daniel Phillips Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Weight: 235 lbs Previous Occupation: Author Likes: Video Games Running Rainy Days Contemporary/Jazz Music Tap Dancing Dislikes: Dogs Seafood People who don't celebrate birthdays Nicknames Hip Hop Fears: Death (necrophobia) Heights (acrophobia) Snakes (ophiophobia) Personality: Ryan has always been a relatively easygoing person and can rarely be found in a bad mood. If he is approached by someone, then he will go out of his way to put them in a good mood as well. Unless they approach him, however, he can be a tad bit introverted, preferring the company of his own thoughts. He thinks that this is for good reason because he is a very intelligent person, and most of the time, his best ideas come from his own head rather than the input of others. He would never say so to anyone, but he considers himself to be one of the smartest people that he knows. He also has a very strong sense of what he believes to be right and wrong, taking a page from Shakespeare: "Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done." Of course, a writer like Ryan knows that no character is complete without flaws, and he's got plenty. Due to his introverted nature, he has a tendency to be secretive and judgmental. he also can be very stubborn at times; once he makes a decision, he will stick to it until it is entirely obvious that he has failed. Alongside his intellectual nature is an almost immediate dislike of those who are uneducated. Ryan has developed a bit of an ego from his intellect, and while he is kind to others, he will look down on those who aren't as intelligent as him and oppose those who disagree with him. He constantly feels as though he needs to prove that he is capable of respect to others, which he tries to accomplish through reasoning and logic, making him seem cold hearted to those who are more emotional thinkers. History: Ryan was born on February 3rd, 1984 and raised on the West Coast of the United States in San Francisco, California. His father was the founder of a small tech company, and his mother was a state attorney, and both of his parents encouraged Ryan from a young age to follow his dreams. Admittedly, he had it easier than most kids, but you had to have a rather large bank account to afford living in a city like San Francisco. Once he started school, Ryan almost immediately stood out from his peers. He seemed to learn almost everything in half the time that it took the other students in his class, and by the time he was 8 years old, his parents and the principal to move him up a grade level. In high school, most would've thought that he would've had trouble making friends, but his easygoing nature made him acquaintances of most of his classmates and a small group of close friends. It wasn't until his junior year of high school that he actually decided that he wanted to be an author. His language arts teacher had given his class an assignment to write a narrative; he couldn't remember what the subject was if you asked him today. A trio of seniors who had failed the class last year and were retaking it knew that he was relatively smart, and they threatened him to write their assignments for them. Knowing that these kids would follow on a threat, he worked himself to the bone to write the essays for the three seniors, as well as his own. After the papers were turned in, his teacher told him that she knew that the three seniors didn't write their own essays and that he should be punished along with them for cheating. However, she told him that the four papers that he had written were the four best papers that she had ever read, telling him that he had a talent for writing. After that day, Ryan's heart was set on becoming an author. He ended up graduating as the valedictorian of his class, and he was given a full scholarship to go to the University of Iowa. College was a new experience for Ryan, mainly because he had never been so far from home before. Still, he didn't let this stop him and instead developed a more introverted style, buckling down into assignments and essays rather than parties or bars. He learned quickly that while research was a must for any topic of writing, it helps a lot to balance it out with exercise, strengthening both the mind and the body. His combination of daily jogging and social isolationism helped him to earn a master's degree in creative writing and move back to San Francisco. However, once he got out of college, he quickly realized that being an author was much more difficult than writing a manuscript. He had to take on multiple part time jobs while submitting his writings to editors, who were very critical of his writing. After more rejected submissions than he could count, one editor finally accepted one of his works (ironically, an island survival story titled Dead Waters) and it quickly became a relatively popular book. It certainly wasn't on the New York Bestsellers list, but it was enough to kickstart his writing career. Since then, he has released two more books in what became an island survival trilogy and is currently working on a horror mystery novel based in Australia, where Ryan was traveling (by plane!) to get a first hand perspective of the culture. Unfortunately, he didn't quite plan on learning the culture of previously stated "bitch ass sharks." Seems like he'll have to improvise a bit.
4,915	129	0	2,636	299	August 22 2024 ??? Floor ● Meggido She cried for help, but no one could save her. "Please, let her go." Vegnya begged on her knees. Unarmed, she had already tossed her prized Crescent, hoping it would be worth the life of one child. "It's me you want. Just let her go, and you can have me. I will not resist. I will be all yours, just please let the child go." Even while her vision was obscured by tears, she never took her eyes off the source of her heartache. A tiny blonde girl, having only reached the tender age of 10 years a week ago. Vegnya remembered her warm smile, the way she laughed and cried when her entire guild prepared a huge celebration for her birthday. Now the child wept for her life. "I told you this day would come," said the tall black-armored intruder, tugging at the girl's hair while pressing a knife to her throat. Though clearly motivated by vengeance, what was most unsettling about his cruelty is that he showed no emotion. No anger, no pleasure, not unlike the natural ferocity of a feeding shark. He was absolutely callous with purpose. Vegnya regretted not putting him down when she had the chance. This was all her fault. "You tried to keep her from me, and now I'm here to claim her. My little Star of Bethlehem." "Betty!" Vegnya shouted, referring to the girl's chosen username in SAO. "Her name is Betty, and she is not yours. Now give her back. It's me you want, right?" "What makes you think this is about you?" With a slight flick of the wrist, a glowing red streak appeared under Betty's chin. The girl screamed and struggled as her attacker kept her restrained by the hair. Then it hit her. Through her emotional breakdown, she failed to see what this really about. This wasn't revenge. She wasn't just dealing with a spiteful former comrade. The man was a psycho, and in her self-righteousness, thought it best to keep Betty away from him. This was just the bastard's way of punishing a misbehaved child! "Bethlehem is my daughter. You had no right to kidnap my flesh and blood. And now you have tainted her. I can only do what any loving father should to a dying child. Put her out of her misery." Vegnya raised her hands in surrender. She tried to remain calm, even as her heart continued to break. All hope of aid went out the door when she sent out her strongest generals on a hunting party. It only dawned on her now that this was all orchestrated; for the past week members of her guild were being slaughtered by red players. She had deployed her most trusted friends, her inner-circle, to avenger their murders. Meggido, the Brotherhood's guild headquarters was emptied out, with only a few guards on duty left behind. She imagined they were already dead if her most private chambers were compromised. She blamed herself for being so predictable. "Daddy, help me. Daddy!" Betty attempted to flee, but the man kept his grip firm. He had waited too long for this moment, endured so much to let this slip away. "Daddy..." "Hush, child. Daddy's here. Don't cry no more, I will make it all better." More streaks of shining crimson appeared on Betty, some on her neck and on her arms. Betty's cries of terror only seemed to worsen the punishment. "I said...don't...cry." "Stop it! Please, stop it! You bastard!" She screamed a litany of angered pleas, attempting to drown out Betty's pining for a father. A question loomed in the back of her mind. Did she know? "Vegnya, how does it feel to be utterly helpless in the sight of a suffering comrade?" Betty's attacker had ceased his torture, but the girl remained restrained. His question was deliberate, forcing Vegnya to recall a moment when he begged for her help. "You're more powerful than what you present yourself to be, and I might be the only one left alive who knows this. So why don't you help her? You protest, but you do not act. You cry, but you do not fight. I know you very well. I would have been dead the moment I walked through the door." "Bastard," Vegnya shook her head and sobbed. "I knew you were too dangerous to live." Betty cried out once more, eliciting even a shriek from Vegnya. The innocent blonde watched as the knife pierced her chest, silent from the shock of it all. Above, a large chunk disappeared from HP bar. "A little something that Mother did not tell you. My Breaker is the ability to stop yours from working. Since everyone's Breaker is a glitch, you could call me an Anti-Breaker that fixes the system. I am a Cure to your Breaking disease." Vegnya could take no more. She charged at the man and raised a fist. It didn't glow as she expected, but she still found the strength to cock it back and ram it at his skull. <<Immortal Object>> No... "You have failed miserably, Vegnya." With a ferocious tug, the knife that already impaled Betty ripped across her chest. A disgusting gurgle came from her throat as she collapsed. His eyes met Vegnya's, her face a display of crippling grief and denial. He took advantage of this and thrust the same knife upward into her chest cavity, impaling his old friend. He watched as her eyes went wide, her jaw dropping from the revelation that he could intensify the pain of his attacks. Her arms trembled when they reached for him, fighting against the mind-numbing agony to stop him. She did not scream. Instead, her eyes rolled back and her breathing became shallow. He pulled out the knife and stepped back as Vegnya hit the floor, taking her place next to his fallen daughter. Without another word he exited the premises. "Daddy, where are you?" Betty blindly reached out. "Daddy?" "I'm here, girl. It's okay." Vegnya didn't fight back her sorrow this time. Her eyes were wet with tears, knowing Betty was slowly slipping away after being tortured by her own father. "Stay with me, Betty. Our friends are almost here. Irisity, Ren, Xypher, Akira. They're on their way." "Daddy, I want to see them." Betty's words were barely audible above a whisper. "You will," Vegnya lied. "Just hang on a little longer. " "Can I...can I tell you a secret? I love you. I love you all." "We all know that, honey. We love you too. You're a our special little girl." "I love you most...daddy." "Just hang on, Betty. Everyone's coming to see you. Everyone's----." =====================-+-========================== One Week Earlier // 12pm The Cathedral is a building within Meggido, the Brotherhood's hidden headquarters. It was off-limits except to a select few. It was a large gothic structure designed after the Notre Dame in France, complete with naves and seats for a congregation. Within the sanctuary is a large rectangular table in place of an altar, where the inner-circle of the Brotherhood would meet regularly to discuss matters in secret. Since the majority of the Brotherhood's members were actually non-Breakers, which helps to cast off suspicions from the guild, the most trusted were urged to keep their identities hidden. Whenever they addressed the entire guild, they would don red hooded cloaks and white masks. Their appearance seemed like a secret society of crimson monks. Vegnya opened her menu and unequipped the <<Regent of the Masquerade>> attire. She now stood in her usual tanktop and capris, with a kimono hanging off her shoulders. She stood at the head of the table as The Brotherhood's Grand Master. "May we be guided by the virtues of Love and Loyalty. All right," she smiled. "Cloaks off and we can get started. Now, as you know today is Betty's birthday. Everyone in the guild has been informed and sworn to secrecy, with a 10% bonus added to their monthly stiphon as an incentive. The <<Party>> begins at 1800 hours/6:00pm. Now, onto other matters...As you all are aware, we have lost six members. Three have been confirmed dead upon viewing their names at the «Monument of Life». The other three remain AWOL. Iris I had you investigate the case of <<Leonn>>. Ren, you were to do the same with <<Hellena>>. Xypher, you were on <<Wezker>>. And Akira should be returning soon from a different assignment. Tell me, Bretheren. What have you found?"	Brotherhood of Breakers Display Name: Vegnya Ephithet: The Grand Master RP Speech Color: "Do you swear to uphold our values of life and loyalty?" Description: Vegnya's avatar appears to be an attractive young woman in her early adult years. She has flawless skin with a milky complexion. Standing at an average 5'7", Vegnya has scrutinizing crimson eyes with inhumanly vertical slit pupils. She is mostly noticeable for her impractically long hair that takes on different shades of fuchsia and violet. She favors pony-tailing her hair with a white ribbon. She wears a tank top that's a shade darker than her hair, along with white capris and black stiletto heels. A kimono hangs lazily off her shoulders. Weapon:«The Crescent» -A long curved sword resembling the Japanese nodachi. It is a powerful blade that can cut at multiple enemies at once. Skill Slots: Katana- A necessity at most. Used to wield and tame The Crescent. Acrobatics- Useful for battle and evading player-killers. Parry- Deflection of HP-consuming blows, usually done with Crescent sheathed. First Aid- A means of survival. Cooking- Providing tasty dishes for the Brotherhood, and they only get better. Breaker: Unlimited Funds- With unauthorized access to riches beyond a player's imagination, Vegnya was able to fund the creation of the Brotherhood and its network of resources. She happily shares her Cor with every member of the Brotherhood, sparing no expense to live comfortably in a virtual reality prison. While luxury is a usual vice, Vegnya has used her money as a form of political power, influencing even the decision making of other prominent Guilds, and enlisting the services of non-Brotherhood players.
4,916	129	1	2,737	141	Xypher stood, unequipping his own crimson cloak and replacing it with his regular cloak and hood. "I guess I will report first. I picked up a rumor of Wezker's whereabouts from an Innkeeper a few towns over. I tracked him out into a dark forest and found him... Or what was left of him." He shuddered "He was near torn in half, as if by some vicious beast, I found a few red players nearby, they may have been from Laughing Coffin or another extremely well organised Red Guild, however they were easily dealt with and couldnt possibly have been behind the attack that left Wezker in his current state. I used a home teleport crystal to return him to the guild and placed him in the healers care in the infirmary. I am unsure if he survived." Xypher sat back down, carefully adjusting his cloak so that it wouldnt dig into his throat. "End report."	Display Name: Xypher Ephithet: The Shadow Soldier Age: 18 RP Speech Color: purple Description: Medium length black hair, a hood and leather armour adorned with intricate markings, covered by a dark cloak, ice blue eyes Weapon(s):a large dual bladed sword Skill Slots: Jumping shot - Xypher leaps backwards out of harms way while throwing his sword Recall - Xyphers sword will dematerialise and rematerialise in his hand Sakura Storm - Xypher whirls his sword around himself dealing significant damage to all nearby enemies but he has to catch his breath afterwards Underworlds Blessing - Xypher takes advantage of any distraction to slink out of combat behind his teammates Breaker: Xypher noticed early on that his cloak didn't render from certain angles, as such he has learned to twist it around himself and hide himself from sight however he cannot attack while hidden
4,917	129	2	80	286	Akira recovered his breathing pattern as he entered the safe grounds of Meggido. It had been a long assignment, a long journey, one that he wouldn't to quickly forget. As with each time her entered its walls Akira swiftly equipped his guild attire pulling the hood up to avoid pulling too much attention to himself. His appearance wasn't exactly settling to anyone who didn't know him and would usually promote panic. "Stupid mirror." The self-proclaimed mercenary mumbled to himself as he head for the guild hall. As he did so he scrolled through the menu's checking his friends list. "Oh good, everyone's there. Hopefully I'm not too late to miss the start." Akira made his way down the streets to their guild hall, with every step he got closer Meggido got quieter. First less shops & tarverns, then less players, then the guildhall entrance. Akira looked up at the appropriately named building a small smile on his face "Home at last." As though slightly nervous about entering Akira took a few calming breaths before opening its doors. Keeping his eyes to the ground he made his way through the guildhall to the meeting location. Scrolling through the menu's once again he equipped a potion taking a swig of its contents before opening the door to the meeting area and stepping in, lowering the hood of his cloak as he did so. Taking another swig he approached the others, catching the End Report but maintained a small distance. "Did I miss anything I Should know?" Akira questioned changing position as he approached Vengya. "When you got a minute we need to talk, I have something to show you as well." The whisper barely carried even within the meeting room, though secrets was hardly anything new to The Brotherhood. He moved himself once again finding a suitable pillar he could perch himself against whilst he wait for the others to give their reports. Akira glanced around at them as he took another swig of the healing beverage, the lines of pixels that represented a few visible wounds slowly disappearing with each mouthful he took.	Brotherhood of Breakers Display Name: Akira Shadow Ephithet: Blood Drinker / Misfit RP Speech Color: Green Description: Akira Shadow stands at 6'7" and is garmented in light leather armour, his sword is commonly sheathed across the back using two straps positioned at his right shoulder, and left waist. Aside from this his physical features do not seem to match. The hair on his right side is short and brown, though on his left shoulder length and black. His right eye blue, his left fire red. The facial tones and features make the two halves seem like different entities. The explanation is Akira's Glitch program was not advanced enough to react to the effects of <Hand Mirror>, the item rendering itself effective on half of his face before the program aborted the process from continuing. Weapon(s): Greatsword Skill Slots: Two Handed Straight Sword - Enhanced ability to wield two handed swords. Leather Equipment - Supports Akira's chosen armour allowing flexibility despite his choice of weapon. Trap Dimantler - Ability to disarm trapped chests and floor sections (subject to complexity of the trap) Parrying - Ability to parry away incoming attacks by positioning/swinging weapon to knock the attacking enemy of balance, or simply deflect the incoming attack. Tracking - Ability to track monsters and players, used mainly when hunting rare monsters to reach faster than the average players Breaker: Linked to how he was title 'Blood Drinker' Akira can glitch in his attack to drain his opponents health and add it to his own rather than simply deal standard damage. Its short coming however is it doesn't work against bosses or HNM's. For this reason Akira commonly finds him self switching between Tanking or DPS, dependent on the opponent.
4,918	129	3	2,737	141	Xypher cleared his throat, the harsh sound breaking the silence as no further reports were made. "I have other matters that require my attention, I take it from your silence, you found nothing worth mentioning?" he waited a moment and when he received no answer he scoffed and began to walk out, his boots ringing loudly through the still air.He paused as he passed Akira. Without even looking up he asked brusquely "What about you? Did you find anything?"	Display Name: Xypher Ephithet: The Shadow Soldier Age: 18 RP Speech Color: purple Description: Medium length black hair, a hood and leather armour adorned with intricate markings, covered by a dark cloak, ice blue eyes Weapon(s):a large dual bladed sword Skill Slots: Jumping shot - Xypher leaps backwards out of harms way while throwing his sword Recall - Xyphers sword will dematerialise and rematerialise in his hand Sakura Storm - Xypher whirls his sword around himself dealing significant damage to all nearby enemies but he has to catch his breath afterwards Underworlds Blessing - Xypher takes advantage of any distraction to slink out of combat behind his teammates Breaker: Xypher noticed early on that his cloak didn't render from certain angles, as such he has learned to twist it around himself and hide himself from sight however he cannot attack while hidden
4,919	129	4	80	286	Akira frowned in the silence of the room. It seemed that this meeting would be one to lead to another. He continued to swig on his potion until it's contents were completely gone. Shaking the bottle to be sure, before dropping it to the floor as the empty bottle disappeared back into non-existent data. He looked over to Vegnya, once more awaiting to be called to another room. When Xypher walked over Akira simply smiled at the probing question. "My apologies." He spoke as he shook his head "My report is for the Grand Masters ears only, special assignment. Once I'm authorised to tell you more, then we can speak again." Akira was good at keeping secrets and knew well the situation he was currently in. His late arrival to meeting could even be considered tactical, avoiding the possibility of questions being asked prior to the meeting commencement. "If I'm given the all clear I'll come find you, after I've given my report." Akira waves his hand at Xypher, making it bluntly clear that he had no intention of delving any further in the conversation.	Brotherhood of Breakers Display Name: Akira Shadow Ephithet: Blood Drinker / Misfit RP Speech Color: Green Description: Akira Shadow stands at 6'7" and is garmented in light leather armour, his sword is commonly sheathed across the back using two straps positioned at his right shoulder, and left waist. Aside from this his physical features do not seem to match. The hair on his right side is short and brown, though on his left shoulder length and black. His right eye blue, his left fire red. The facial tones and features make the two halves seem like different entities. The explanation is Akira's Glitch program was not advanced enough to react to the effects of <Hand Mirror>, the item rendering itself effective on half of his face before the program aborted the process from continuing. Weapon(s): Greatsword Skill Slots: Two Handed Straight Sword - Enhanced ability to wield two handed swords. Leather Equipment - Supports Akira's chosen armour allowing flexibility despite his choice of weapon. Trap Dimantler - Ability to disarm trapped chests and floor sections (subject to complexity of the trap) Parrying - Ability to parry away incoming attacks by positioning/swinging weapon to knock the attacking enemy of balance, or simply deflect the incoming attack. Tracking - Ability to track monsters and players, used mainly when hunting rare monsters to reach faster than the average players Breaker: Linked to how he was title 'Blood Drinker' Akira can glitch in his attack to drain his opponents health and add it to his own rather than simply deal standard damage. Its short coming however is it doesn't work against bosses or HNM's. For this reason Akira commonly finds him self switching between Tanking or DPS, dependent on the opponent.
4,920	129	5	2,422	1,600	Ryatos sat with her feet up on the table while they talked about their respective jobs that their guild leader had assigned them. She lazily scrolled through her inventory and unequipped her arm guards to relax a bit more but in turn equipped her gauntlets out of habit. "Well I guess I should say something..." she began and stood up to address her guildmates. "The guild master had also put me on the case for the missing Leonn but sadly he has died, I had caught up to him on floor 37 but when I had tried to talk to him he ran into the boss room." Ryatos explained before pulling a weapon out of her inventory. "after I chased him in he handed this off to me just before the boss ripped him to shreds it seemed as though he was on a suicide run without any teleport crystals because just after he died I teleported out." she said as she laid the jeweled long sword on the table. Even though Ryatos felt that she could have killed the boss easily she had been given the mission and had to report back without doing anything leaving the boss for the clear teams <End Report>	Brotherhood of Breakers Display Name: Ryatos Ephithet: Jack Knife Hellion Age: 17 RP Speech Color: "FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!" Description: Ryatos usually wears her normal attire of silver and white armor with a black sweatshirt and thick boots, which she uses to stabilize herself. Her hair is cut short to avoid it from getting in her way when swinging her weapons. She has a boyish frame not including her... Ahem Assets which thanks to the game mechanics don't get in the way of battle. While in battle or out and about Ryatos prefers to pull her turtle neck up over her mouth and nose in order to disguise herself aginst those who would want to lash out at her for being a Breaker. Those who see her usually say she has a blank yet serious look in her eyes when she fights as though she is not paying attention to anything but the enemies and her allies. Weapon(s): The sword in the appearance picture Skill Slots: One hand greatsword: Allows her to be able to wield her greatswords in one hand while using a dagger or something else of the sort in the other hand Ultra Greatswords: Needed to be able to use her second sub weapon which is bigger than both her other weapons Greatswords: An absolute must for her to fight Combat Healing: Needed for fighting as a tank Martial Arts: gives her reason to use gauntlets as weapons. Breaker: Faux True Defense- Thanks to a glitch in her inventory Ryatos cannot equip anything counted as a "Shield" item but this also boosted her natural defense. This Breaker Ability has also pushed the damage reduction of all her weapons, whether it be a bow or a dagger, to 100% percent meaning she can block anything with only her weapon. The draw back of this is that the boost in damage reduction does not work on mini-bosses and in PvP matches. Her breaker ability also almost triples the durability of her equipment.
4,921	129	6	2,737	141	Xypher listened to the report before turning his back on the meeting and walked outside, equipping his ceremonial cloak to hide his identity as he reached the hustle and bustle of regular guild activity. He looked up at the sun to get a grasp of the time, holding a hand up to shield his face from the direct sunlight and squinting. 'Its been a few hours, might as well go check on Wezker' he thought to himself.	Display Name: Xypher Ephithet: The Shadow Soldier Age: 18 RP Speech Color: purple Description: Medium length black hair, a hood and leather armour adorned with intricate markings, covered by a dark cloak, ice blue eyes Weapon(s):a large dual bladed sword Skill Slots: Jumping shot - Xypher leaps backwards out of harms way while throwing his sword Recall - Xyphers sword will dematerialise and rematerialise in his hand Sakura Storm - Xypher whirls his sword around himself dealing significant damage to all nearby enemies but he has to catch his breath afterwards Underworlds Blessing - Xypher takes advantage of any distraction to slink out of combat behind his teammates Breaker: Xypher noticed early on that his cloak didn't render from certain angles, as such he has learned to twist it around himself and hide himself from sight however he cannot attack while hidden
4,922	130	0	2,285	5,789	Oct,31,2019 0549(5:49) (11 Mins till) Operation Cleanse Quarantine wall The J.S.D.F ( Japanese Self Defense Force ), were occupying the opposite side of the Quarantine wall, keeping the Onyxian threat from escaping, on the other side in the ocean, were several navel boats that occupied a navy that watched Kyushu 24/7. Droves of Hunters occupied the heliport as helicopters roamed the skies watching the wall from above. Before any of the Hunters got a chance to jump into a chopper to jump into the fight, the new Eastern leader stopped them and stood in front of the giant group of Hunters, she stepped in front of them stepping with her heels, when she stepped in front of them the sun came out and shined down on her back making looked as if she glowed with a bright radiant light. It was Lady Jun, she put her sheathed katana down in front of her and placed both her hands onto the handle of the blade." Hunters !" She called out to all of them, getting everyone's attention, even some of the Military soldiers." The creatures on the other side of that wall aren't human, no matter what they look like they will try to kill you, they have no remorse, no humanity, and no intelligence. There will be some that look like monster from nightmares, but they aren't the ones you have to be careful for, it's the ones that look like us. On the other side of that wall you will encounter monster in human clothing, monsters that look like you and me, they will claim that they are humans or have humanity like us, but their lying through their teeth." " When we go on the other side of that wall, you will have to have no mercy towards the enemies you face, if you show mercy towards your enemies then consider it slitting your own throat and killing yourself. I won't lie to any one of you, on the other side of that wall is nothing but utter chaos and insanity, and I can't guarantee anything to any of you besides the sun coming up everyday." Lady Jun grabbed her sheathed sword and put it onto her waist strap, she turned around as the transport helicopters began starting up Jun turned to everyone one last time. " Remember this ! We're the Hunters ! Their the beast ! Let the Hunt begin." The Hunters began to pile into the Helicopters and began getting taken over to the other side of the wall. Meanwhile In the Quarantine, things were, like Lady Jun was saying in Chaos really, Invalids, people who were probably family members to some of the survivors were chasing down people and tearing them apart with their claws, the streets were filled with some abandoned cars and stores were smashed into by large cars and people were trying look for safety, many Onyxians were scattered around the city and were doing their own thing, trying to survive, looting, killing people, or trying to escape and failing at it, and or battling each other better than a pokemon battle and a Final fantasy battle all in one really, it almost looked like an anime or something. When the Hunter's choppers began flying over the walls, the first thing survivors did on the ground were run out of their hiding places to yell for help, and sadly the poor sods that were excited and trying to be quick to get out of this hell, got jumped by several Invalids and torn apart almost limb from limb, before any of the Hunters could choose to help the survivors Lady Jun spoke of the chopper radios." We're not here to help the survivors, we're here to purge the world of these abominations, those people survived long on their own, they can survive just a bit longer." Jun told them all. When the Helicopters gotten to Fukuoka University, the university was changed over to a base for the Hunters the building was reinforced and had several dozen men and women Hunters that kept the place safe, with lead, steel, and other means, it was suppose to be their home away from home. Along with the Hunters, there were several Military soldiers that were around helping defend and offering help to the Hunters. When the choppers allowed the Hunters to jump out everyone grabbed their gear, weapons and sent goodbye text messages, ( Who ever did is an insensitive ass ) or called up their mothers, fathers, or loved ones to tell them goodbye and gotten some good luck from them before they headed out for their mission. In Fukuoka city The smarter Onyxians and some of the smarter Survivors that lived in this hell, knew that something was going down, they knew that a group of helicopters flying into the quarantine wasn't a sign that they weren't all getting free cars and a shit ton of debt behind it, some of them figured that some challengers have appeared, only one of them figured out that something bigger was happening. Residing on one of the rooftops and noticing the helicopters that went to Fukuoka university, a Lone Onyxian sat on the ledge of a building by herself and too her phone out of her cleavage showing shirt and dialed someone up on her phone." Hey boss guy, it looks like those assholes with the guns on the other side of the wall decided to come over with a bunch of their people." She told the person on the other line. " So what's the plan for these shit heads ?" She asked. "Nice... I like that plan, I know what I'm doing later then." "What..You know that I'm gonna find the little bitch that was pussy enough to kill my mother." " Yeah, talk to you later." She hung up on the person that she was talking to and looked down on the people killing eachother in the streets and the invalids that decided to join into the fight. An hour, or something, some fuck if I know time later Hunters began to patrol the streets, a full moon filled the sky and the freak were out ready to find and feast on the new hunters if they weren't careful, Onyxians were also out and about but were wary of the Hunters, some of them were cut down and killed while others killed some Hunters. It was almost equal matching, but nobody was keeping track of who killed more of who really, but at this time Hunters were getting their bearings and learning their way around Fukuoka.	Onyxian ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name Ashlyn Murray Epithets/Monikers Ash Age Unknown, Late teens Gender Female Construct Spheres of Death: Ash's construct is being able to make explosive spheres made of her blood that could be remotely detonated, once detonated a plethora of spikes would explode in every direction and injure or kill others if used properly Morality Chaotic neutral Personality Hot headed to be simple about her, Ash can be a hot headed person that can be easy to anger at moments, she can be very vulgar and swears almost more than a sailor on shore leave. She can be very headstrong and willing to rush into a fight without thinking about the consequences or how strong her enemy may be, her idea of good fight is punch the enemy several times till they go down even if she was hurt in the process, combined with her powers she would attack constantly not know she could just knock herself out by using her own blood to keep attacking. Ash is a very athletic person that won't hesitate to show off her body's muscles or show off how athletic she is. She is a very big eater being able to eat several meals and count it as a single meal it's self, she apparently gotten it from her "father's" side of the family. Ash can be very irresponsible towards certain things that people give to her to watch or keep safe, either breaking said item by mistake or losing it somewhere due to negligence or forgetfulness at times. Ash takes a very heavy handed approach to most problems that get in her way, never usually handling something the simple way, but usually going about the problem the most violent way in the most simple way she sees it. Being a heavy handed hot headed person, Ash isn't much of a smart person, she doesn't know some math that she should know, and is horrible at science and doesn't even bother thinking too much about it. History Ash was an only child that lived with her mother in Japan and a drifter of a "father", she knew she wasn't like all the other Japanese kids she went to school with when she grew taller than most of them when she was young, when the other kids figured out that Ash wasn't like them they tried to bully her and call her names. Sadly for the kids that attempted to bully her, she beat them all up and threw rocks at them eventually getting in trouble with the principle due to hurting the other children, when her mother figured out how aggressive she was towards the other children her mother didn't flip out or even get angry she remained calm and told Ash that she was just like her "father". While Ash was younger she never really saw her "father" and would always just hear about him most times from her mother, but she would never hear from him or get letters. When Ash was a teenager and still getting in trouble at school for beating up people and defending herself, her mother had met another woman, a Latina or Puerto Rican woman, she was from some country from the ass end of the planet that spoke a different language, Ash's mother was trying to tell Ash that the woman was gonna be her "father" to put it short. Ash didn't like the idea, it just seemed stupid to her and weird in her mind, she got into an argument with her mother and didn't like the woman that was trying to be her new "father" but instead of handling it calmly and rationally, Ash's mother argued back and nearly suplexed her telling her to deal with it. Ash did as her mother said and dealt with the new woman living with them, and weirdly enough Ash noticed that she and the latina woman was kinda the same in some ways, they'd put their feet up on furniture, yell at people that would annoy them, would be quick to be violent towards people that pissed them off, and would curse more than a sailor. When Kyushu was attacked and people began turning into Onyxians and Invalids, Ash's mother protected Ash and her new "Father" while they escaped to be somewhere safer on the first days of the attack. After that day Ash never saw her mother again, the group she was with were a strange bunch of people that she didn't like, Ash decided to leave to find her mother, but as she tried to the Latina tried to stop her and told her to wait for the military to come save them, Ash brushed her off and decided not to listen to her, she wanted to find her mother instead. When she left the other survivors, Ash gotten a look at the Invalids and the Hunters, and she gotten her first look at an Onyxian fighting against several Hunters, she was surprised by the power and skills the Onyxian man had when he fought against the Hunters single handedly. When he killed off the last Hunter with only his bare hands he turned his attention to Ash who was dumbstruck and awed by the guy's power and skill, he told her to go somewhere safe as the streets are filled with people who are out of their mind and monsters that eat people. Ash listened to the guy without questioning him, and he patted her on the head before she went back to the others, but when she gotten back shit seemed to hit the fan, her mother had found the group luckily, but everyone was killed by someone, including her mother. As Ash looked through the bodies for anything that could tell her who or what killed everyone, the guy from earlier found her, he followed her and noticed the slaughter that happened, the guy told her that the person that killed everyone had to be an Onyxian based on the wounds that everyone had, Ash turned to him and tried to accuse him of doing it but with no real evidence. After getting her ass kicked and being restrained by the guy, he told her he could give her the tools she needs for her to get her revenge for who killed her mother, but she would have to help him too. After slowly thinking about it for a couple minutes, she accepted his offer of help and what he actually did was give her a strain of the Onyxian virus with his own blood. Skills Pro Wrestler- She considers herself a pro wrestler with pro sk1llz Enhanced strength- Not like she wasn't strong already thou Enhanced Durability- Shes made out of bricks and concrete, naw not really but she seems like it Bottomless stomach- She can eat almost seven meals and considers it 1 single meal it's self, she can also clear out an entire fridge in just a day really. Athletic- Ash use to run track, play basketball, football and wrestle, she was kicked off all the other teams besides the wrestling team due to her aggressive nature and because of the other players being racist and outwardly disrespectful towards her. Dirty fighter- Ash doesn't usually fight fair all the time, she sometimes kicks up dirt, throws sand, bites people, and kicks people in the groin. Other She has a big white......Cell phone that..What did you think I was hinting at you dirty perv. A big white cellphone with dozens of apps and a solar charging app, you dirty minded bastards. Fingerless black gloves, just too look cool, their a pretty tough pair of gloves.
4,923	130	1	2,704	23	An old man was sitting on the corner of two streets crossing, observing all that happened. He looked at what happened to the survivors who ran out. How would his actions look to the hunters? He wasn't yet torn apart by invalids, so that was a plus, but if he was a survivor, would they gun him down? Would the hunters think of him as a threat? Because he, an old man, had survived for so long? Or would they take him in? As an adviser on how to avoid Invalids, that would be funny, if not outright awesome. Of course, he would help them, all he wanted was to take back this city of his, not destroy the people living in it, the survivors would be his first target. He walked towards the carnage that was going on near where the people who hunted arrived, sneaking past all of the Invalids, he acted as though he didn't want to be caught, by any guards that were stationed near the first landing place. He really just wanted to see what they would do if he told them how to sneak past Invalids. Not that he knew how, he just wasn't noticed by them until now. So, what would happen, if he would... Now. He stumbled behind a guard patrol, not attracting a lot of attention, just enough to be noticed by one, maybe two people. He put his hands in the air. He was a survivor, seriously! He did his best not to grin, he knew he had the advantage here, they maybe knew the terrain, they maybe had backup, but if they attracted the attention of Invalids, however short the distraction, he could be gone. Now all that was left to do was to wait for their reactions, maybe they were those who first asked, maybe they were those who didn't help, maybe they were those who shot first, all that mattered, they were human, they were prey.	Name Neme Lows Virkr Morvel Prow Kredni Sxird Vlerman Robert Iardro Qverxs Jorian Grar ((Yes I can pronounce that)) (Neme in short) Epithet/Moniker Man of many names, the old lord Age 67 Gender Male Construct A sword with a few ornamental spikes on it. These will be pulled into the blade if attempted to make contact with them and at will of Neme, granting a few extra centimeters per spike Morality Neutral Good Appearance He looks like Father, from FMA Brotherhood, only with his hair grey instead of blonde. Personality "Neme, magnificent bastard that you are, come here!" - Neme's brother, about his personality Neme likes to fool around with people, using his many names as a way to do that. He also likes reading and martial arts, mainly to watch though, he isn't all that good at them. If one were to offer him a peaceful way to resolve things, he would go for that option, but he has no problems at all with killing. Neme also likes to use other people as unwilling pawns in his plans, it even doesn't have to be that they do something they wouldn't otherwise do, just that it works for him, most people wouldn't like what he does though. Neme also is an Magnificent bastard History Neme was born into a family of weirdos, not that he minded it, no, he loved his family, especially his brother, Meron, or as he actually was called, Meron Nawor Cari Pzor Bres Krion Grar, yeah, his parents were out of name ideas with his brother. Neme's father was a world known business man, who was mainly known for always making some coin of even the most impossible of operations. His mother was just that, if not a tad bit crazy. Neme would start manipulating people at the age of five, trying to get a few coins of his bullies, he started by trying to become their target once more, because they had found another target. Once he regained their attention, he also worked himself up their ranking ladder, and even took out their main rivals when it came to bullying. He made some money off of them, but he ultimately decided that that was not his style. He learned in order to become a more influential person, and succeeded. At the age of twenty, he had attained the title of 'Lord', but unfortunately, at the age of thirty, he lost everything in an incident. Forcing him to become a beggar. He still was influential though, and soon he had build up his own form of an empire, ruling the streets through beggars. Nobody ever suspected him to be the one who ruled them though, as he also took on the lowest rank, of an 'eye' for himself. Some people weren't happy with that though, and they started calling him 'old lord', revering to both his age at the time (45) and the fact that he used to be a lord. His kingdom however, didn't last for too long, when the Onyx virus came, he was infected, luckily, he became an Onyxian, unluckily, everyone saw it happening. Skills Trained martial arts: Neme is trained in the martial arts. Manipulative: At a very young age, Neme had learned that manipulating people was the way to go through life, he lives by that philosophy. Other -
4,924	130	2	1,589	1,925	Mao gave a heavy sigh as he looked away from his half eaten jar of peach preserves onto the grit and blood caked streets below the apartment complex that he'd taken refuge in for the night. How long had it been since he'd been trapped in the quarantine zone? The hell if he knew. However long it had been, it was long enough for him to know when the helicopters started flying by overhead to drop off groups of armed men and women that something big was going down. Perhaps they government was finally taking back the island that they'd lost so long ago, or maybe there was some sort of cure to the virus that ravaged the island's inhabitants somewhere in the city. Whatever the case, Mao was determined to stay out of whatever was going on for as long as he could, unless of course, a chance to escape presented itself. A snuffling sound at the door sent a cold chill up Mao's spine. The man stood stone still and clasped his hands over his nose and mouth to mask any noises he may have produced while breathing. The smell of vinegar still wafted heavily in the air from when he'd poured it around the front doorway to mask his scent. The creatures, the invalids, he'd learned pretty early on that they couldn't see worth shit, but that didn't mean that that their other senses weren't working just fine. Keeping under their radar was tricky -especially during nights like these, when the beasts were especially riled up- but thus far his methods had been effective in keeping him from ending up as a meal. Only when the snuffling subsided did Mao dare to lower his hands. "This fucking sucks." He whispered bitterly to himself as he took up his meal and scooped out another chunk of peach with grimy fingers. Mao quickly and quietly finished his meal before wiping his hands off on his pants and taking the opportunity to see what resources he had left. The fullmoon was a pretty piss poor light source, but it did the job. Five pounds of food remained, he would have to go out and scrounge for more soon, his canteen contained about half a liter of water -another issue to be dealt with, however the filtration straw seemed to be in working order, he was still full on bandages, and the flint and knives where a tad chipped but still in working order, as was his dao. Mao brought out his hand gun and examined the weapon for any signs that it might've been rusting or broken, then checked the magazine to ensure that the fourteen rounds he had left where indeed fourteen before quietly sliding the mag back into the weapon. Everything seemed to check out, all he had to do now was wait. Night hunts were risky, but they yielded a higher chance for reward since other survivors usually chose to hide at night. All Mao needed was a bit of patience, and he'd have his chance to move.	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,925	130	3	2,487	9,778	Delilah Delilah was silent throughout the entire orientations, her smirk saying all that she needed to. She regarded Lady Jun with the ghost of a nod before filing into the massive helicopters like all the rest. A silent beginning gave way for an equally silent arrival to the Hunter’s base. Delilah scanned the area, raising an eye at some of the people she saw, before heading to a small corner. It was there where she would bide her time, flipping a lone knife in her palm, until the time to initiate the mission began. Soon enough, she was out in the contaminated city, bathed by the pale moon light and walking along with her squad. Her knife sheathed in its place, she continued with her ever calm demeanor even as night fell down upon them all. That was when she sensed the alien presence that was tagging along. Still, her reaction was nothing more than her smirk getting slowly bigger. She soon picked up the pace until she walked right beside the leader of their squad. Keeping an eye on their little Alice, she continued to walk slowly and act as the Rabbit. Then when Alice went for the Rabbit hole… “Sir, you should probably know that we have a straggler following us. Your orders?” she asked, lazed smirk persistent on her features even in the dark.	Name: Delilah Epithet: Hunter of the Dark Age: Unknown, physically appears 30 Gender: Female Morality: Chaotic Neutral Personality: Cold. Cruel. Deceptive. Delilah is a liar to the core and as such, one must be cautious at all times when listening to her words. Half the time they are lies, but most of the time they are truths within truths. Or so she would like all to believe. Delilah genuinely does not care for a single living creature other than herself and is quite delighted when presented the opportunity to meddle in the affairs of other people. She is also adept at faking personas, putting on the appropriate facade at the appropriate moment just for the sole joy of toying with other people. She has no sympathy for the world’s fate or of the fates of the people around her. Often, she’ll even take the time to berate her enemies and treat them like children during battle. If anything, she is simply a monster that seeks to live a life of peace by ruining lives for fun. And yet, it is rumored that her apathetic nature may be spared on one certain individual. However, who this individual is has yet to be seen. The rumor may be just that: A rumor. Background: An incredibly powerful and deadly Hunter that travels the world in search of someone or something important to her. Nothing much is known about Delilah, other than that she is to be avoided at all costs. She has no caring of the world’s fate or the outbreak in Japan. As long as money continues to satisfy her, her services will be provided in the most swift and effective manner. Skills: -Expert usage of blades of all types, using a one-handed style with her personalized knife -Vast knowledge of the world as a whole -Unmatched agility and stamina coupled with monstrous strength and durability Weapons: An unnamed knife that can neither shatter nor bend. It has a brown handle with a black trim around it, passing though where the blade is. It has several notches wear it detaches itself. Despite its appearance, it is blunt enough to crack skulls, hard enough to block most attacks, and sharp enough to slice apart buildings with one swing. Along with being able to flip itself open, its also is extendable as it has a metal wire holding the blade together, allowing it to stab opponents at a considerable distance or used as a bladed whip. Equipment: -Inhuman, shark-like teeth -A cell-phone containing the numbers of several important officials -A small diary
4,926	130	4	895	506	Jing exhales, the taste of cheap menthol coating his tongue in wet sticky beads, the only lights available to him being the moon and the faint orange ember hovering just before his lips. The air is cold atop the street lamp tonight, though he counted his blessings. He was still too far from the university to be concerned with hunters, at least just yet. "Must be getting near the winter months..." he thought, marveling at how quickly it had gotten dark. He had left his temporary camp earlier in the day. The neighbors (a small band of humans who were managing to hole up in a autoshop) where abuzz with news. Evidently they'd been radio'd by a friend, saying there was a huge rescue force amazing in Fukuoka university. At least that is what he could hear from eves dropping near the shops perimeter. He shadowed the group as they began heading towards the university an hour or so later. There was little emotional concern for their safety on his part. Over the last four weeks he'd neither said, nor been seen by, any one of them. He was certain that they knew of him, at least distantly. Shots in the night at the occasional invalid that wandered to close to his own hiding spot, missing rations, or the occasional Cabal of Invalids who would simply just wander away were hard for them to just write off as coincidence. Following them was a calculated act of altruism, as was leading away the cabal of Invalids now slapping blindly at the base of the pole confused as to where the origin of the smell that had lead them on a four mile chase was hiding. Regardless of if the sudden increased presence of J.S.D.F was a rescue mission or not, hunters would soon follow. After all, noone was out to save him or other Onyxians. He'd want know what they were doing in when he ran afoul of a hunter, sooner rather than later. "And if it is a rescue..." He thinks, dropping the spent cigarette onto the invalids below, the pack tearing at the offending smell. "The good press from the survivors about how 'safe' the area was should buy me some time before I need to move.". He begins heading back towards the convince store the survivors made camp in, confident he had dealt with the last of invalid problems they would have for the night, leaping from street lamp to street lamp as casually as stepping stones. He writes a chill of unease running down his spine off as yet another symptom of the oncoming winter, and vows to scavenge a coat as soon as he gets the chance.	Onyxian Name Jing Hibiki Epithet/Moniker The Vagabond Age 26 Gender Male Construct The Maw-The Maw consist of two hardened bone ‘barrels’ embedded in Jings arms , running from the elbows to the palms that function as crude, if obscenely effective, firearms. Ammunition is produced internally, by two specialized organs hidden just behind the lungs. One separates and crystallizes white blood cells present in his blackblood while the other diffuses fat present in blood to form a volatile propellant. . These bullets react negatively to the physiology of other Onxyians, crystallizing slowly like a cancer. Rapid removal is often the wisest, if more unpleasant choice. Humans, curiously, seem to have no negative reaction to these charges (apart from the normal problems one encounters after being shot.) A full ‘load’ of bullets (approximately 90 standard shots) can be made over the course of a half hour. Jing favors his right arm for long range, though its distance and power are more comparable to a standard hunting rifle than the high powered military grade snipers carried by many hunters. If force to assign a comparable caliber to it, Jing would estimate it ranges close to a .308 The left arm is favored for short range. While its stopping power is certainly effective(comparable to .357 round), its range leaves a lot to be desired, being only 40 meters at its best. Morality Neutral Good Appearance Personality Jing is a bit of a knight in sour armor. Life in the quarantine zone is hardly a cakewalk(hell, life before it wasn't much worse), but between the ravenous Invalid and mercs from the J.S.D.F its hard for him to believe in the typical spiel of truth, justice and due process. He’s done his best to impose a little civil order in the QZ as he can, picking off packs of Invalids that wander too close to to safe camps or any dangerous Onyxians who do the same. He tends to logic these good deeds away as being entirely practical, killing the Onyxian’s keep the mercs away and killing Invalids helps everyone. Before the bombs dropped, Jing enjoyed the peaceful life of being a rookie detective on Kyushu’s resident police force. Violent crimes were rare on the island, so his services were more typically called in to eliminate foul play in suicide cases. Sure, there was the occasional sick bastard who’d off his wife in the middle of the night with a golf trophy, but in his 4 year tenure as a detective he only worked on a handful of such cases. Looking back on it, he sometimes wonders if that why the police forced fell so quickly. Its difficult for any force to suddenly lose 75% of its staff and keep order, even more so when that staff turns to eating their former coworkers. What few cops left tried to set up a safe zone for people in the QZ, and it worked for a while, and it seemed like whatever hell had been unleashed would atleast be kept at bay. Nobody knew what an Onyxian was when the government made them public knowledge, at least not really, but that didn't stop people from blaming them for ‘Armageddon’ (as if any sane creature would wish this kind of hell on anyone). It didnt take long for the witch hunts to start, people needed something, anything, to lynch. Jing couldn't remember how many folks he was forced to detain under suspicion. And he sure as hell didn't want to remember how many he watched get thrown the invalids or how young they were. He sat and watched as the safe zone slowly ate itself, amazed that nobody was trying to stop the madness. Eventually, there were only a handful of people left. Stand offs became a daily routine, and warding off the invalids became increasingly difficult. After watching former chief of police shoot someone over a day's water ration, he’d had enough. With the only thing worth saving in the base being a couple of pounds of dried and canned food, he took as much as he could carry and left. Over the next few months he camped all across the QZ, slowly coming into his powers and avoiding other people like the plague (so to speak.). By the time the first hunters made landfall, Jing had enough mastery over his own abilities to traverse across the island with little effort or supplies beyond food. However, not wanting to risk coming under their radar, he keeps low, spending most of the scavenging cigarettes from convenience stores or culling invalid hordes, only risking occasional quick jaunts into human safe zones to steal rations. Skills Police training: Jing is an adequate shot and is well versed in the modern martial combative techniques taught to most officers. Tracking: His time as a detective has given Jing some insight in tracking others down and hiding his own tracks. Lay of the land: while living alone in the QZ, Jing has had to develop a working mental map of the city, making him difficult to corner. He’s also taken the time to place various safe houses with small ration supplies (almost entirely food. He really needs not much else). Other Theme:
4,927	130	5	2,182	991	Abe Abe listened to their "leader" without many qualms. As their leader began to speak about being hunters, about the enemy being beasts, Abe couldn't help but grimace. She made it seem like it was a game, like she was holding back beasts to unleash upon a gated hellzone. At least, that's how Abe interpreted it. Still, a personal disapproval wouldn't stop him from sharing his disdain for what was on the other side of that wall with the others. He shook his head in disapproval as he prepared what little equipment he brought with him; the clothes on his back, a broom, and a revolver. He entered one of the last helicopters, along with the others. The trip was short, but it seemed like such a long moment in time. Abe didn't move while on the helicopter. A mixture of fear and duty compelled him not to move, but inside, a shard of excitement brewed. He wanted to slay the beasts. Not for the thrill of hunting, not by any stretch. He just didn't want anyone else to experience the pain that he had. As such, he needed to remove the cause of pain. The helicopter began to lower as Abe prepared to touch down. As the helicopter planted its metal feet on the ground, Abe leapt out of the helicopter. His broom in hand, he began to roam the relatively empty area, sweeping for any invalids that may have been around. Coconuts Coconuts watched the helicopters as they flew from above from a small window in a cellar. Her initial opinion was distrusting, to say the least. She instantly ducked, hiding her entire body. After a few moments had passed where nothing had happened, she slowly rose up and observed some more. Some Chinooks and Black Hawks; names Coconuts only knew because she remembered the training while she served in the JSDF. She quickly scrambled to grab her notepad from somewhere in the room. She didn't really know where it was. She forgot where she put it. She looked around, quietly tearing the place apart while she searched for her notes. At last, she found them, but it was too late. The helicopters were too far away from her now. Her afraid demeanor quickly ended. She wanted to see what was happening. What was going on; what would warrant the JSDF coming here again. She grabbed her bag, filled it with a day's worth of food and water, her medical tools and supplies, and her notepad and pen. She opened the small window and slowly climbed through it. Upon reaching the other side, she closed the window and covered it with some scraps that hid it from view. As Coconuts walked through the streets at the rising light of morning, she spoke to herself extremely quietly. "Not afraid... Not afraid..." She chanted in a hushed tone. She was quite afraid, to be honest. But, her thirst for knowing what was happening got the better of her. She took out her pen and notepad. They made her feel safer. Luckily, the streets that she walked upon were empty, except for the rubble and violated corpses that lay along the path of the road. Coconuts wrote as she walked. More accurately, drew. It seemed to be a safe road, but the mixture of old and new carcasses made her think that something passed through the streets every once in a while. She stealthily continued to write and walk. Coconuts continued to walk. More aimlessly, if anything.	Hunter Abe "The Janitor" Carmack no way in hell that I'm letting anything here out." Age 38 Gender Male Morality Neutral Personality Abe is a tough guy. He acts strong and independent and for the most part, that's true. He doesn't like getting help from others, at all. He also has a huge failure complex. He refuses failing once more. He vowed to clean up Kyushu, his home, once and for all. His goal has ended up with other hunters (and even Onyxians) giving him the nickname of The Janitor. It's also because he always dresses slovenly. Totally not related to the fact that he uses a broom to fight. While he does have a huge sense of justice, he absolutely hates Onyxians because of what they did to his family. Abe was born in Kyushu. His father was an American soldier while his mother was a painter. Abe was a troublesome child. He always got in trouble with other kids for doing dumb kid things, like jumping out of trees and getting in fights. His father would always chuckle and trust Abe, but his mother would always scold him. Nonetheless, it was a great time. His father, wanting Abe to not fight as much as to appease his mother, sent Abe on a hunt to find some sort of martial arts that he wanted to do. Abe ended up deciding on Naginatajutsu. Years passed. Abe ended up practicing so much that he was extremely proficient at using any sort of glaive-type weaponry. He went abroad to many competitions. From there, he refined his skills and became known around the globe (by Naginatajutsu geeks). When he was 27 years old, he met the love of his life at a local competition. The two of them instantly became friends, then lovers, then spouses. They ended up having a daughter. Sadly, not all tales can be of triumph and romance. There was a huge competition in Osaka. Abe had to go. It was going to be one of his last tournaments. His daughter, being sick, couldn't go, and as such, Abe's wife stayed with their daughter. Abe left to fight. On the eve of the tournament, Abe went out to a restaurant. On the news, all he saw was "Disaster". Some sort of weapon had been dropped over Kyushi island. Abe, disregarding everything about the tournament. He drove to the shore and saw that everything was blockaded. No way back to see if his family was safe. The news stated no survivors. Abe held onto the slight hope that his family would have survived. A group of conspiracy theorists thought that the island was a host of governmental biological weapons testing. Well, they weren't completely wrong. They managed to sneak past the quarantine and onto the island. The 6 of them managed to get to the inner cities before they saw the invalids. None of them stood a chance. None except for Abe. Abe managed to fight 3 of the monstrous beings of flesh and hatred with a rod of rebar. He then went to his home to see his wife, child, and parents. He snuck through a small gap in the window of his barricaded house. Upon searching the home, he learned that his parents were dead. Somehow, they reacted violently to the bioweapon. They slowly perished from virus. His wife and daughter were lucky. Upon speaking with the mother, she wasn't infected with the poisonous miasma. His daughter was infected. Luckily, she kept her mind about her. They spent a week together before a curious beast, similar to his daughter, managed to find their way into the house. Everyone in the house was dead. All except for Abe. Abe skulked around the area to find supplies for his wife and daughter. When he came home, well... Abe swore to get revenge. For his family. For himself. But it was too dangerous to stay on the island without any supplies. He snuck back out of the island, but when he left, he ended up being caught by the JSDF on the other side. Instead of sending him to prison, they asked if he wanted to go back, but with a job. Abe, with nowhere else to go, said yes. Skills Abe is one of the scariest people to face in one on one combat. His "weapon," so to speak, is oddly powerful. He is also an expert glaive user. His ability to parry attacks, his strength, and even his combat intuition is almost supernatural. While this is all impressive, he's only average at using guns and any sort of other complicated weaponry. As such, he only uses a gun if he absolutely has to. He's one of the longest serving hunters in Kyushu. Weapons The Broom A broom covered in a strange alloy. Self-sterilizing, hydrophobic and durable. Great for lazy cleaners. The Bone Breaker A high-powered 5-shot revolver. Usually supplied by a new prototype of bullet which is some sort of bastardization of FMJ and Hollow-point. Pierces soft, explodes in tougher targets. Has an exploding skull crudely painted on it. Equipment The Headband and Necklace Don't touch either. Or else. Other I didn't add this to the backstory because it was a total mood killer. Basically, Abe got his broom because he used to use stuff like Guan Daos, Glaives and Naginatas. They kept on breaking. People decided on giving him a supply drop with an experimental alloy-weave-spray, allowing him to use one of the weapons without fear. Sadly, he ran out of weapons, and by the time he was surrounded, the only weapon he had was a broom. He did the rational thing: spray the broom. Now he has a kickass broom. The gun was just a test for a company with a supply drop. He found a silver paint pen and drew a skull on it.
4,928	130	6	2,704	23	The old man approached the unit, and as he did that, he put his hands higher up. "I swear, I was not tailing you, I was trying to find you, but I was not tailing you." He bowed to the leader of the squad. "I am a survivor, and I wanted to ask you one thing, can I stay with you, for at least a little while? I have skills that you could use, and I know this city." He said it all without dropping a single hint about his identity, and he didn't want to share it at all. He looked up at the leader, and then at the woman standing next to the leader. Her lazy smirk was somewhat unsettling to him, probably because usually he was the one wearing such a smirk. But here, here he was the one who had the disadvantage, he didn't like it, but he would live with it. "May I know what your squad is doing here? I thought that this place was safe already."	Name Neme Lows Virkr Morvel Prow Kredni Sxird Vlerman Robert Iardro Qverxs Jorian Grar ((Yes I can pronounce that)) (Neme in short) Epithet/Moniker Man of many names, the old lord Age 67 Gender Male Construct A sword with a few ornamental spikes on it. These will be pulled into the blade if attempted to make contact with them and at will of Neme, granting a few extra centimeters per spike Morality Neutral Good Appearance He looks like Father, from FMA Brotherhood, only with his hair grey instead of blonde. Personality "Neme, magnificent bastard that you are, come here!" - Neme's brother, about his personality Neme likes to fool around with people, using his many names as a way to do that. He also likes reading and martial arts, mainly to watch though, he isn't all that good at them. If one were to offer him a peaceful way to resolve things, he would go for that option, but he has no problems at all with killing. Neme also likes to use other people as unwilling pawns in his plans, it even doesn't have to be that they do something they wouldn't otherwise do, just that it works for him, most people wouldn't like what he does though. Neme also is an Magnificent bastard History Neme was born into a family of weirdos, not that he minded it, no, he loved his family, especially his brother, Meron, or as he actually was called, Meron Nawor Cari Pzor Bres Krion Grar, yeah, his parents were out of name ideas with his brother. Neme's father was a world known business man, who was mainly known for always making some coin of even the most impossible of operations. His mother was just that, if not a tad bit crazy. Neme would start manipulating people at the age of five, trying to get a few coins of his bullies, he started by trying to become their target once more, because they had found another target. Once he regained their attention, he also worked himself up their ranking ladder, and even took out their main rivals when it came to bullying. He made some money off of them, but he ultimately decided that that was not his style. He learned in order to become a more influential person, and succeeded. At the age of twenty, he had attained the title of 'Lord', but unfortunately, at the age of thirty, he lost everything in an incident. Forcing him to become a beggar. He still was influential though, and soon he had build up his own form of an empire, ruling the streets through beggars. Nobody ever suspected him to be the one who ruled them though, as he also took on the lowest rank, of an 'eye' for himself. Some people weren't happy with that though, and they started calling him 'old lord', revering to both his age at the time (45) and the fact that he used to be a lord. His kingdom however, didn't last for too long, when the Onyx virus came, he was infected, luckily, he became an Onyxian, unluckily, everyone saw it happening. Skills Trained martial arts: Neme is trained in the martial arts. Manipulative: At a very young age, Neme had learned that manipulating people was the way to go through life, he lives by that philosophy. Other -
4,929	130	7	1,589	1,925	Mao woke with a start as he felt a familiar pressure begin to build up in his bladder. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep, but given the fact that he was still fairly lucid he had a feeling that he hadn't been out for very long. He gave a soft grunt as he got up from his spot on the floor and felt the dull throbbing of his aching muscles spark to life with the sudden change in activity. Mao stretched a bit, doing his best to relieve the pain with a mental note to scrounge for some pain killers if he could find the time, then he tiptoed towards the balcony, doing his damnedest to avoid stepping on or kicking over anything that might create noise. The bathroom was a no go- some poor bastard had decided to go out the old fashioned way and taken a dip with their toaster. The sight and scent of the decayed body covered in all manner of molds and mildew wasn't exactly something he felt comfortable relieving himself next to if he had other options available, and so instead he went out into the darkness and promptly did his business over the railing. He could still hear the helicopters in the distance, which more than likely meant that the invalids could too. "Time to move." He mused as he went back in and gathered his supplies. He paused, just once, to see he could hear anything from beyond the front door. It was silent, but that didn't mean that the horrors weren't simply lying in wait. Mao trekked through the apartment to gather anything he could tie into a rope; blankets, towels, even the moldy shower curtain from the bathroom, although Mao had to fight to keep from spilling his dinner when he grabbed it. He tied them all together as best he could and slipped back out onto the balcony. The room he was in was on the third floor, the makeshift rope would get him about twenty two feet down, leaving an eight foot drop. Assuming he didn't land the wrong way then that wasn't too bad. After tying the rope to the railing and giving it a few tugs, Mao began to make is way down, pausing twice when he nearly slipped on a bit of mold, and when he thought he heard something scuffling about nearby. At the end of his rope Mao dropped down with a grunt, covered in mold and mildew stains, but none the worse for wear. He looked up at the pale moon to see how far it had traveled across the sky while he'd slept, then began to jog into the darkness to begin his scavenging hunt.	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,930	130	8	1,306	383	As many hunters called their loved ones Rina began to check her gear to be able to get ready for what was outside of the University. She had no mother, or father to call; siblings was something she never had from the start. It was quite ridiculous to know that some of the hunters had something to look forward to like a new life for those loved ones, but all Rina wanted to do was kill what had killed many times over. Her skills were not top notch, but they were better than average so that would have to do now that they were all going to enter an unusual war zone. Not only was Rina checking her weapons, but she was also checking her prosthetics since they'd have to be their best in the battlefield. No prosthetic was perfect, but she would have to make sure it was at its best as well as have the tools to check them when they weren't. Because she had prothetics her strength as well as her agility would be stronger than before, but that also meant that she'd have a clear weakness to the enemy no matter how dumb or smart the enemy was. Not only that, but at times the prosthetics would be more of a liability than an asset which would make her the weakest link in a team. It were these reasons alone that had made her choose to be a sniper, and even then her skills would be limited. It was almost laughable at how she was able to become a hunter despite all the flaws she had- As they made their way out onto the battlefield the first thing Rina would have to do would be to find a decent spot to shoot. she looked around the decimated areas to try, and find a spot that was easy to reach, but not too easy; a spot that she could escape from with minimal chance of being discovered, and not be easily visible through the outside. Some place where she could hunker down, yet not be too comfortable. Because she was with a group she figured it'd be fine to be able to gain some distance from them since she wasn't part of the vanguard. Besides, she'd be able to have their back as long a she stayed somewhat close, and chose her spots well to be able to still be agile while moving with the group. One thing she was wondering was how a guy with a broom was going to fight off Onyxians, but of course she'd simply have to see how that would play out. I should keep an eye on him in case his broom breaks... Continuing to look around Rina had found a possible spot that she could turn into base as well as a place to rest for the night. If the others would cooperate she'd take first watch. As she looked back to her teammates Rina cleared her throat to be able to speak loud enough for everyone to hear. "Uhm," she hesitated, but continued. "I think that place is good," she pointed to the 2nd floor of an apartment building "We need to make a general plan as well as rest while we have the time to." She wasn't nervous to speak her mind, but she was hesitant since the others looked to be pretty hype about them finally going onto the battlefield. Even if they didn't feel like hunkering down for the night Rina would still go to be able to make that place into her shooting range, but she didn't want to have to waste all of her energy trying to enter the room she planned to go in. After all, there's no telling how many Onyxians are in that apartment building alone.	Dropped
4,931	130	9	503	307	Smiley spent most of his time during the orientation spinning his black revolver around in his hand. Everything was quite entertaining for him so far. After the helicopter flight was over he stuck pretty close to the group. Not saying anything and keeping watch while also gathering as much information on his group as well. The arrival of the old man had thrown him off his thought process however. He's pretty suspicious. How could an old man have lasted this long? And why is he so calm to come up to us? The woman with the knife by the captain wearing the smirk seemed to be suspicious of him as well. The most alarming thing is if the man starts a situation there will probably be invalids crawling all over the place from the noise. Smiley kept himself ready to pull his rifle from his back. After all, it was silenced. If he took the shot and got him first there probably wouldn't be a problem. The girl with the prostheses distracted him for a moment with her suggestion. He looked over to the building she pointed out and compared it with others in the area. It seemed to be the best one to him as well. But nobody can be certain of the dangers within. "Yeah, that sounds good to me." He responded in agreement.	Name: "Nemo Smiley" Epithet/Moniker/Code name: "Eightball" Age: 28 Gender: Male Morality: Generally Neutral Appearance: Close hairstyle reference, a bit longer in the back though 6'0" Average-lean muscular build Very pale skin Messy slightly below shoulder length white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. White colored eyes. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having a form of eyeliner. Black quilted nylon flight/bomber jacket. Has no stretchy band around the waist. Plain collar. Worn unzipped. Heather grey zip-up hoody. Hood worn laid over the jacket. Black western scarf with white polkadots. Often mostly covered under hoody depending on how zipped up it is. White tank top. Wears a black leather dual shoulder holster harness over his tank top for two revolvers. All gold watch with a white dial on his right wrist Silver signet ring on his pointer finger with a 8 engraved into it on his right hand. White wrappings around his left arm. Covers his hand like a fingerless glove up to the middle of his shoulder. Slightly baggy dark navy blue track pants with a single white stripe running down on the sides. Black leather gun belt rig with a silver buckle. Has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side. And a slanted black leather knife sheath at the back to be drawn by his right hand. Plain black leather cowboy boots with pointed toe caps. Heels boost his height by 1 and 3/4ths of a inch. White boot socks. Personality: Nemo has always been a rather eccentric person both physically and mentally. Even though he wasn't exactly reclusive or anti-social, his habits often left him by himself. He tries to display himself as the most charming and polite person he can nowadays. But below his methodical behavior, he seems to be a bit unstable and cruel in times of extreme duress. Nemo is someone who would be considered lonely. And is generally overly trusting and loyal to people around him. However every once in a while his investigative attitude will kick in, making him rather paranoid of the people around him instead. Nemo also often has a strong fear of betrayal. History: While his past is mostly unknown, Nemo was born as a orphan into a super soldier program that was deemed ineffective and close to shutting down. However in it's last few weeks Nemo managed to get free and kill all the personnel within the base before making his escape. Afterwards he vanished, becoming somewhat of a ghost story before resurfacing as a contractor. He used the skills he gained from his earlier years to work very successfully in his job. His motives and goals are a mystery, however it's rumored that he does it all purely for entertainment. While his birthplace is unknown, it is suspected he came from either Germany or Siberia. Skills: Adept sharpshooter with his weapons and a quick draw expert. Labeled a borderline sadomasochist, Nemo is someone who seems to greatly enjoy the duties and risks of his job and has a very high tolerance to pain. Advanced CQB combat knowledge and strength. Rather flexible. Good agility. He is a natural interrogator and tracker with a knack for sniffing out lies and getting information. He finds the process highly entertaining. Weapons: 5.5 inch Colt single action revolver. Black horn grips with a engraved black finish and a gold trigger. 7 inch top-break single action Schofield revolver. Ivory grips with a stainless steel finish and a gold cylinder. 3.5 inch birds head Colt single action revolver. Snakewood birds head handle with a hardened frame and a gold hammer. Damascus barrel. Black cylinder. Vintage Mauser hunting rifle with a stainless steel integral suppressor and finish. Gold bolt. Dark colored wood stock with a black embossed leather recoil pad that has slots for bullets. Black adjustable magnification hunting scope. Black leather sling. Stainless steel Kris style wavy blade knife. Has a small silver crossguard and ivory handle. Equipment: Custom ammunition Gold watch Straight razor Small leather pouch on the back left of his belt to store ammunition. Cell phone Scarf style reference Theme:
4,932	130	10	1,589	1,925	Mao slipped through the back alleys and debris that littered the streets of the city with little more sound than the occasional clinking of the cans in his backpack whenever he picked up his pace. He was on high alert at the moment, his exposure making him behave more like that of a deer caught out in the open than a man. Mao's movements were measured and extremely cautious, though he tried to keep a good speed going as he swiveled his head this way and that, trying his damnedest to see in every direction possible to ensure he wasn't being crept up on by someone or something. Invalids where the main threat to be on the look out for, but that didn't mean that the people or wild dog packs that roamed the streets were to simply be ignored. Threats came in all shapes and sizes in Fukuoka. He ducked into yet another alley way as he caught a glimpse of a shadow shuffling about in the corner of his eye. Was it a person? A dog? An Invalid? Mao didn't know, and he most certainly didn't give a shit. Mao turned to run down the alley only to realize that his efforts would be met with a brick wall this time. Muttering a small string of curses he turned back around and prepared for what might come next. He drew his dao from his sheath, trying to muffle the sound of the metal sliding against wood by cupping the opening of the sheath with a gloved hand and lightly pinching the blade between his index finger and thumb as he drew it slowly. When fully exposed, the blade gave off a dull reflective glow in the moon light, marred by flecks of rust that came from a mixture of dried blood, water spotting, or simply the ravages of time. Mao crouched to try and reduce his chances of being seen, intent on engaging whatever was coming his way only if he was given no other options.	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,933	130	11	2,285	5,789	As the group of Hunters traveled together through the city, and were soon followed by an onyxian, the second he was confronted he told them that he was survivor, when the others stared at him and spoke to him, soon Lady Jun appeared behind the old man with her blade lightly resting on the man's shoulder." A Survivor." Jun said aloud, she soon walked into his line of sight along everyone else's she stood in between the Hunters and the old man, he apparently questioned them about what their squad was doing and Lady Jun wasn't really going to answer it clearly or even do so." Well survivor, I would ask you the same thing, what are you doing sneaking up on one of my squads ? Shouldn't you be busy trying to scrounge together a meal and avoid the onyxians ?" She asked him. Jun had her sword pointed directly at him and looked him in the eye, Jun was scanning him for anything that could make him an enemy and believe he was highly since he was following one of her Squads. But soon the little confrontation would've had to wait, a large group of Invalids began crawling out of the sewers drains and some began coming out of the building ruins around them, Jun noticed that they were surrounded, she was looking around the best she could without moving too much, she could guess 12 at the least were around them, the survivor could wait for the moment the safety of the squad was the thing that mattered the most in this situation." Everyone I believe we are surrounded by hostiles, I would also believe they may come from almost every angle, so I suggest everyone get ready for a fight." Jun said to everyone silently. But right after she spoke the Invalids rushed them, and like Jun thought they were coming from all sides, Lady Jun kicked the guy to the ground and sliced an Invalid in half with her blade. As Mao trapped himself in a dead in several invalids were sniffing him out, they were knocking over trash cans and rummaging around and near a dumpster nearby, when they began turning down into the dead end in that Mao stupidly trapped himself in, Ash appeared at the other end seeing the Invalids, she rushed into the dead end, and took on the Invalids in the alley, she slammed them into the walls with easy and knocked each one of them down and stomped on their heads, the last one tried to swipe at Ash with their claws, but she leaped back the charged forwards and grabbed it in a bear hug, she began falling backwards and suplexed the invalid, she quickly got up and dropped her elbow on it's head killing it. When Ash turned to see the bald guy she just looked at him while covered in Invalid blood and just casually said." Sup, you running away like bitch bald guy ?" She asked before running a black bloodied hand through her blonde hair like she just swept some hair gel into her hair." Or are you one of those new guys trying to kill everything that moves ? Or still just a bald bitch ? Or do you want to fight ?" Ash asked the guy so nonchalantly.	Onyxian ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name Ashlyn Murray Epithets/Monikers Ash Age Unknown, Late teens Gender Female Construct Spheres of Death: Ash's construct is being able to make explosive spheres made of her blood that could be remotely detonated, once detonated a plethora of spikes would explode in every direction and injure or kill others if used properly Morality Chaotic neutral Personality Hot headed to be simple about her, Ash can be a hot headed person that can be easy to anger at moments, she can be very vulgar and swears almost more than a sailor on shore leave. She can be very headstrong and willing to rush into a fight without thinking about the consequences or how strong her enemy may be, her idea of good fight is punch the enemy several times till they go down even if she was hurt in the process, combined with her powers she would attack constantly not know she could just knock herself out by using her own blood to keep attacking. Ash is a very athletic person that won't hesitate to show off her body's muscles or show off how athletic she is. She is a very big eater being able to eat several meals and count it as a single meal it's self, she apparently gotten it from her "father's" side of the family. Ash can be very irresponsible towards certain things that people give to her to watch or keep safe, either breaking said item by mistake or losing it somewhere due to negligence or forgetfulness at times. Ash takes a very heavy handed approach to most problems that get in her way, never usually handling something the simple way, but usually going about the problem the most violent way in the most simple way she sees it. Being a heavy handed hot headed person, Ash isn't much of a smart person, she doesn't know some math that she should know, and is horrible at science and doesn't even bother thinking too much about it. History Ash was an only child that lived with her mother in Japan and a drifter of a "father", she knew she wasn't like all the other Japanese kids she went to school with when she grew taller than most of them when she was young, when the other kids figured out that Ash wasn't like them they tried to bully her and call her names. Sadly for the kids that attempted to bully her, she beat them all up and threw rocks at them eventually getting in trouble with the principle due to hurting the other children, when her mother figured out how aggressive she was towards the other children her mother didn't flip out or even get angry she remained calm and told Ash that she was just like her "father". While Ash was younger she never really saw her "father" and would always just hear about him most times from her mother, but she would never hear from him or get letters. When Ash was a teenager and still getting in trouble at school for beating up people and defending herself, her mother had met another woman, a Latina or Puerto Rican woman, she was from some country from the ass end of the planet that spoke a different language, Ash's mother was trying to tell Ash that the woman was gonna be her "father" to put it short. Ash didn't like the idea, it just seemed stupid to her and weird in her mind, she got into an argument with her mother and didn't like the woman that was trying to be her new "father" but instead of handling it calmly and rationally, Ash's mother argued back and nearly suplexed her telling her to deal with it. Ash did as her mother said and dealt with the new woman living with them, and weirdly enough Ash noticed that she and the latina woman was kinda the same in some ways, they'd put their feet up on furniture, yell at people that would annoy them, would be quick to be violent towards people that pissed them off, and would curse more than a sailor. When Kyushu was attacked and people began turning into Onyxians and Invalids, Ash's mother protected Ash and her new "Father" while they escaped to be somewhere safer on the first days of the attack. After that day Ash never saw her mother again, the group she was with were a strange bunch of people that she didn't like, Ash decided to leave to find her mother, but as she tried to the Latina tried to stop her and told her to wait for the military to come save them, Ash brushed her off and decided not to listen to her, she wanted to find her mother instead. When she left the other survivors, Ash gotten a look at the Invalids and the Hunters, and she gotten her first look at an Onyxian fighting against several Hunters, she was surprised by the power and skills the Onyxian man had when he fought against the Hunters single handedly. When he killed off the last Hunter with only his bare hands he turned his attention to Ash who was dumbstruck and awed by the guy's power and skill, he told her to go somewhere safe as the streets are filled with people who are out of their mind and monsters that eat people. Ash listened to the guy without questioning him, and he patted her on the head before she went back to the others, but when she gotten back shit seemed to hit the fan, her mother had found the group luckily, but everyone was killed by someone, including her mother. As Ash looked through the bodies for anything that could tell her who or what killed everyone, the guy from earlier found her, he followed her and noticed the slaughter that happened, the guy told her that the person that killed everyone had to be an Onyxian based on the wounds that everyone had, Ash turned to him and tried to accuse him of doing it but with no real evidence. After getting her ass kicked and being restrained by the guy, he told her he could give her the tools she needs for her to get her revenge for who killed her mother, but she would have to help him too. After slowly thinking about it for a couple minutes, she accepted his offer of help and what he actually did was give her a strain of the Onyxian virus with his own blood. Skills Pro Wrestler- She considers herself a pro wrestler with pro sk1llz Enhanced strength- Not like she wasn't strong already thou Enhanced Durability- Shes made out of bricks and concrete, naw not really but she seems like it Bottomless stomach- She can eat almost seven meals and considers it 1 single meal it's self, she can also clear out an entire fridge in just a day really. Athletic- Ash use to run track, play basketball, football and wrestle, she was kicked off all the other teams besides the wrestling team due to her aggressive nature and because of the other players being racist and outwardly disrespectful towards her. Dirty fighter- Ash doesn't usually fight fair all the time, she sometimes kicks up dirt, throws sand, bites people, and kicks people in the groin. Other She has a big white......Cell phone that..What did you think I was hinting at you dirty perv. A big white cellphone with dozens of apps and a solar charging app, you dirty minded bastards. Fingerless black gloves, just too look cool, their a pretty tough pair of gloves.
4,934	130	12	1,589	1,925	Mao slowly stood up with a tight lipped expression as he eyed the woman whom had taken out the invalids in his path. His jaw muscles bulged a bit as he grit his teeth together to avoid telling the newcomer to fuck off for continually pointing out his lack of hair. Insulting a person that just murdered a group of invalids with their bare hands was a stupid move, and Mao hadn't gotten this far by making stupid moves. He kept his weapon clenched in his hand, but lowered it slightly to give the impression that he wasn't looking to fight. "The answer to all your questions is no." He said warily before casting a quick glance at the butchered remains of the invalids that littered the ground. Mao instinctively pressed himself against one of the alley walls in an attempt to get a bit more distance between himself and the woman. Regular human beings didn't move like she just did, which left Mao with the belief that she had more in common with the creatures she'd just killed than with the average human, in other words, she was more than likely an onyxian. Mao didn't particularly like onyxians. It was not so much that he disliked them per se, rather he didn't know a damned thing about them. He'd heard all sorts of rumors about their kind from the occasional trader or survivors group: Onyxians were experimental weapons, onyxians were a new viral strain, onyxians could control invalids, had to eat human flesh to keep from turning into invalids. It was pretty hard to figure out what was fact and what was fiction, which is why Mao chose to adhere to a strict policy of avoiding anyone that went sprouting tentacles or new appendages from their bodies. Mao raised his sword briefly to gesture at the open street behind Ash, "Thanks for the assist...you mind letting me out of this alley way?".	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,935	130	13	2,487	9,778	Delilah Delilah listened to the old man’s words, her expression not really revealing her thoughts. She continued to smile idly, glancing at their leader for any indication of an order. Honestly she really didn’t care all too much as long as the boss knew what she was doing. And if they had to eventually silence the old man for interfering with their mission, then that was fine too. Her interests in that conversation was taken away when the one called Rina made her announcement. Delilah glanced at the abandoned building indicated before raising a thumbs up to the other girl. If they were to be hunting the beasts and monsters in the open field, it was best to set up a temporary base of operations for the mean time. But alas, there would be little time to even consider a break as a near-horde of Invalids suddenly popped up. Sighing, Delilah admitted to herself that she was really looking forward to that rest…but duty called and these thins regrettably wouldn’t slaughter themselves. With the rest of the hunters leaping for action, Delilah revealed her large knife and began slicing away at the creatures. Unlike Lady Jun’s approach, she waited for the Invalids to leap at her first before disabling them by going for the limbs or the eyes. Then she would finish them off with expert strikes, grin ever present on her face. , , , ,	Name: Delilah Epithet: Hunter of the Dark Age: Unknown, physically appears 30 Gender: Female Morality: Chaotic Neutral Personality: Cold. Cruel. Deceptive. Delilah is a liar to the core and as such, one must be cautious at all times when listening to her words. Half the time they are lies, but most of the time they are truths within truths. Or so she would like all to believe. Delilah genuinely does not care for a single living creature other than herself and is quite delighted when presented the opportunity to meddle in the affairs of other people. She is also adept at faking personas, putting on the appropriate facade at the appropriate moment just for the sole joy of toying with other people. She has no sympathy for the world’s fate or of the fates of the people around her. Often, she’ll even take the time to berate her enemies and treat them like children during battle. If anything, she is simply a monster that seeks to live a life of peace by ruining lives for fun. And yet, it is rumored that her apathetic nature may be spared on one certain individual. However, who this individual is has yet to be seen. The rumor may be just that: A rumor. Background: An incredibly powerful and deadly Hunter that travels the world in search of someone or something important to her. Nothing much is known about Delilah, other than that she is to be avoided at all costs. She has no caring of the world’s fate or the outbreak in Japan. As long as money continues to satisfy her, her services will be provided in the most swift and effective manner. Skills: -Expert usage of blades of all types, using a one-handed style with her personalized knife -Vast knowledge of the world as a whole -Unmatched agility and stamina coupled with monstrous strength and durability Weapons: An unnamed knife that can neither shatter nor bend. It has a brown handle with a black trim around it, passing though where the blade is. It has several notches wear it detaches itself. Despite its appearance, it is blunt enough to crack skulls, hard enough to block most attacks, and sharp enough to slice apart buildings with one swing. Along with being able to flip itself open, its also is extendable as it has a metal wire holding the blade together, allowing it to stab opponents at a considerable distance or used as a bladed whip. Equipment: -Inhuman, shark-like teeth -A cell-phone containing the numbers of several important officials -A small diary
4,936	130	14	2,704	23	Neme smiled at the question of the leader of the squad, he'd have to explain that a bit later, because now she saw some of the invalids from the area coming towards them. She seemed a good tactician, able to make a tactic even in the thick of things, he would need to watch her in case she wished to assault any person who might know who he was, in their last breath they might tell some valuable information, for him or for her, and that could be disastrous. He was thrown on the ground and he groaned, and looked up to see the woman kick an invalid. Alright, be careful, don’t get attacked by any invalids, at least not visibly, and don’t fight them off to hard, that all could lead to him being discovered. He scrambled away from the fight, and when it was done, he sat up, breathing heavily. “Thanks. I think this also answers your question, commander, I follow you because it will grant me safety and most likely some food that I can scavenge from somewhere.” He looked away from the group and smiled, this was going according to plan, maybe he could even find something decent to eat. He’d have to watch it though, people didn’t like it when it was revealed that the frail old man had been taking advantage from them. He wiped the smile of his face, and in a relieved tone he said. “My name is Jorian, nice to meet you.”	Name Neme Lows Virkr Morvel Prow Kredni Sxird Vlerman Robert Iardro Qverxs Jorian Grar ((Yes I can pronounce that)) (Neme in short) Epithet/Moniker Man of many names, the old lord Age 67 Gender Male Construct A sword with a few ornamental spikes on it. These will be pulled into the blade if attempted to make contact with them and at will of Neme, granting a few extra centimeters per spike Morality Neutral Good Appearance He looks like Father, from FMA Brotherhood, only with his hair grey instead of blonde. Personality "Neme, magnificent bastard that you are, come here!" - Neme's brother, about his personality Neme likes to fool around with people, using his many names as a way to do that. He also likes reading and martial arts, mainly to watch though, he isn't all that good at them. If one were to offer him a peaceful way to resolve things, he would go for that option, but he has no problems at all with killing. Neme also likes to use other people as unwilling pawns in his plans, it even doesn't have to be that they do something they wouldn't otherwise do, just that it works for him, most people wouldn't like what he does though. Neme also is an Magnificent bastard History Neme was born into a family of weirdos, not that he minded it, no, he loved his family, especially his brother, Meron, or as he actually was called, Meron Nawor Cari Pzor Bres Krion Grar, yeah, his parents were out of name ideas with his brother. Neme's father was a world known business man, who was mainly known for always making some coin of even the most impossible of operations. His mother was just that, if not a tad bit crazy. Neme would start manipulating people at the age of five, trying to get a few coins of his bullies, he started by trying to become their target once more, because they had found another target. Once he regained their attention, he also worked himself up their ranking ladder, and even took out their main rivals when it came to bullying. He made some money off of them, but he ultimately decided that that was not his style. He learned in order to become a more influential person, and succeeded. At the age of twenty, he had attained the title of 'Lord', but unfortunately, at the age of thirty, he lost everything in an incident. Forcing him to become a beggar. He still was influential though, and soon he had build up his own form of an empire, ruling the streets through beggars. Nobody ever suspected him to be the one who ruled them though, as he also took on the lowest rank, of an 'eye' for himself. Some people weren't happy with that though, and they started calling him 'old lord', revering to both his age at the time (45) and the fact that he used to be a lord. His kingdom however, didn't last for too long, when the Onyx virus came, he was infected, luckily, he became an Onyxian, unluckily, everyone saw it happening. Skills Trained martial arts: Neme is trained in the martial arts. Manipulative: At a very young age, Neme had learned that manipulating people was the way to go through life, he lives by that philosophy. Other -
4,937	130	15	503	307	Smiley sighed as the Invalids started to attack the group. He pulled his rifle from his back and started to pick any he could off one by one at range. Despite using a bolt action rifle he was rather quick to reload. In order to not attract any extra Invalid attention he used his knife to dispatch any stragglers that got too close to him. He eventually had to reload. But as Smiley began to load his rifle with extra bullets from his pouch another Invalid started to come up to him from behind. However it wasn't that stealthy in it's approach. He turned and jammed his knife into it's neck, then twisting the blade and ripping it out to finish off his attacker. He finished reloading, closed the bolt, shouldered his weapon and continued firing.	Name: "Nemo Smiley" Epithet/Moniker/Code name: "Eightball" Age: 28 Gender: Male Morality: Generally Neutral Appearance: Close hairstyle reference, a bit longer in the back though 6'0" Average-lean muscular build Very pale skin Messy slightly below shoulder length white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. White colored eyes. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having a form of eyeliner. Black quilted nylon flight/bomber jacket. Has no stretchy band around the waist. Plain collar. Worn unzipped. Heather grey zip-up hoody. Hood worn laid over the jacket. Black western scarf with white polkadots. Often mostly covered under hoody depending on how zipped up it is. White tank top. Wears a black leather dual shoulder holster harness over his tank top for two revolvers. All gold watch with a white dial on his right wrist Silver signet ring on his pointer finger with a 8 engraved into it on his right hand. White wrappings around his left arm. Covers his hand like a fingerless glove up to the middle of his shoulder. Slightly baggy dark navy blue track pants with a single white stripe running down on the sides. Black leather gun belt rig with a silver buckle. Has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side. And a slanted black leather knife sheath at the back to be drawn by his right hand. Plain black leather cowboy boots with pointed toe caps. Heels boost his height by 1 and 3/4ths of a inch. White boot socks. Personality: Nemo has always been a rather eccentric person both physically and mentally. Even though he wasn't exactly reclusive or anti-social, his habits often left him by himself. He tries to display himself as the most charming and polite person he can nowadays. But below his methodical behavior, he seems to be a bit unstable and cruel in times of extreme duress. Nemo is someone who would be considered lonely. And is generally overly trusting and loyal to people around him. However every once in a while his investigative attitude will kick in, making him rather paranoid of the people around him instead. Nemo also often has a strong fear of betrayal. History: While his past is mostly unknown, Nemo was born as a orphan into a super soldier program that was deemed ineffective and close to shutting down. However in it's last few weeks Nemo managed to get free and kill all the personnel within the base before making his escape. Afterwards he vanished, becoming somewhat of a ghost story before resurfacing as a contractor. He used the skills he gained from his earlier years to work very successfully in his job. His motives and goals are a mystery, however it's rumored that he does it all purely for entertainment. While his birthplace is unknown, it is suspected he came from either Germany or Siberia. Skills: Adept sharpshooter with his weapons and a quick draw expert. Labeled a borderline sadomasochist, Nemo is someone who seems to greatly enjoy the duties and risks of his job and has a very high tolerance to pain. Advanced CQB combat knowledge and strength. Rather flexible. Good agility. He is a natural interrogator and tracker with a knack for sniffing out lies and getting information. He finds the process highly entertaining. Weapons: 5.5 inch Colt single action revolver. Black horn grips with a engraved black finish and a gold trigger. 7 inch top-break single action Schofield revolver. Ivory grips with a stainless steel finish and a gold cylinder. 3.5 inch birds head Colt single action revolver. Snakewood birds head handle with a hardened frame and a gold hammer. Damascus barrel. Black cylinder. Vintage Mauser hunting rifle with a stainless steel integral suppressor and finish. Gold bolt. Dark colored wood stock with a black embossed leather recoil pad that has slots for bullets. Black adjustable magnification hunting scope. Black leather sling. Stainless steel Kris style wavy blade knife. Has a small silver crossguard and ivory handle. Equipment: Custom ammunition Gold watch Straight razor Small leather pouch on the back left of his belt to store ammunition. Cell phone Scarf style reference Theme:
4,938	130	16	1,306	383	As the invalids began to swarm the team Rina sighed at how her plan had gone to shambles, and began to grab for the 2nd best weapon on her. Unlucky for her she wouldn't be able to use her trusty sniper due to the fact that these monsters were too close for any type of long-ranged shot. Not only that, but wasting a Barret shot this early in the battle between hunter vs monster would be the dumbest decision even the least experienced soldier would know not to make. Even as she pulled out her Scar-H Rina was really looking forward to being able to scout out her camping spot since it'd take more than a few seconds to prepare for the usual shoot, and if needed, escape. Seconds were essential in any battle, and being able to set up a spot would mean less time to be able to increase her kill streak. In all honesty it wasn't the kill streak she was looking forward to as she wasn't one who cared for showing off, but it was the fact that the kills alone were what she was looking forward to. As the invalids made their ugly asses closer The Machina set her finger on the trigger of the gun, and looked into the specialized scope she had gotten for it days before they were to depart on their mission. A clear shot to an artery was what she was looking for, and expected no less so as to not grant these murderers the death they don't deserve. As an invalid ran closer to the group, and Rina was able to predict its movement she pressed down on the trigger that would fire multiple shots in a second. As she let go she'd look for invalids that were farther away since her team was capable of handling the ones practically on them. One by one she would shoot at an invalid yet would shoot not to kill them, but to simply increase their misery until she was given the order to fully kill them. From time to time they'd continue to crawl, or drag their way towards the group, but Rina would shoot at them once again to prevent them from continuing on. At one point there were to many to be able to not kill them, so she'd just roll her eyes and begin head shots. They were faster of course, but that would mean that she would be simply granting them something they had no kind of luxury to. "Done?" she asked aloud to the others who, in a way, had her back while keeping her eye on the scope in case she needed to shoot at any more of these ridiculous things.	Dropped
4,939	130	17	2,285	5,789	Mao slowly stood up with a tight lipped expression as he eyed the woman whom had taken out the invalids in his path. His jaw muscles bulged a bit as he grit his teeth together to avoid telling the newcomer to fuck off for continually pointing out his lack of hair. Insulting a person that just murdered a group of invalids with their bare hands was a stupid move, and Mao hadn't gotten this far by making stupid moves. He kept his weapon clenched in his hand, but lowered it slightly to give the impression that he wasn't looking to fight. "The answer to all your questions is no." He said warily before casting a quick glance at the butchered remains of the invalids that littered the ground. Mao instinctively pressed himself against one of the alley walls in an attempt to get a bit more distance between himself and the woman. Regular human beings didn't move like she just did, which left Mao with the belief that she had more in common with the creatures she'd just killed than with the average human, in other words, she was more than likely an onyxian. Mao didn't particularly like onyxians. It was not so much that he disliked them per se, rather he didn't know a damned thing about them. He'd heard all sorts of rumors about their kind from the occasional trader or survivors group: Onyxians were experimental weapons, onyxians were a new viral strain, onyxians could control invalids, had to eat human flesh to keep from turning into invalids. It was pretty hard to figure out what was fact and what was fiction, which is why Mao chose to adhere to a strict policy of avoiding anyone that went sprouting tentacles or new appendages from their bodies. Mao raised his sword briefly to gesture at the open street behind Ash, "Thanks for the assist...you mind letting me out of this alley way?". Ash Murray Ash could see that the guy was trying to get by her as she wiped some of the Invalid blood from face and chest flicking the goo off herself while looking at the guy." Oh really ?" She said to him." Well too bad, well for you. There's a toll in this alley, you want to get by, then you gotta hand over your food." Ash told him, she didn't take up too much of the alley way but she tried her best to be intimidating at the moment even though the black blood on her should do enough to aid her in doing so. To add to it she cracked her knuckles and gave Mao a tough girl look, if she needed to she'd use her powers but since this guy was a normal person or at least she thought was a normal person she wasn't gonna break her powers out, not yet. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lady Jun After killing a couple of the invalids that were trying to attack them, Jun watched as the squad began killing the others she trusted that Delilah, would be able to lead them if she wasn't leading, she watched as the last one was shot by Rina and taken down, Jun watched Delilah and the others before noticing the man from before scrambled away from the fight to return to them, Lady Jun stared at the man believing he was odd." Either you one of those monsters that attacked us in disguise, or your some survivor desperate to get to safety, I won't have my Hunters being killed by an infiltrator, I believe it would be better if we didn't just pick up some random stray from off the street."	Onyxian ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name Ashlyn Murray Epithets/Monikers Ash Age Unknown, Late teens Gender Female Construct Spheres of Death: Ash's construct is being able to make explosive spheres made of her blood that could be remotely detonated, once detonated a plethora of spikes would explode in every direction and injure or kill others if used properly Morality Chaotic neutral Personality Hot headed to be simple about her, Ash can be a hot headed person that can be easy to anger at moments, she can be very vulgar and swears almost more than a sailor on shore leave. She can be very headstrong and willing to rush into a fight without thinking about the consequences or how strong her enemy may be, her idea of good fight is punch the enemy several times till they go down even if she was hurt in the process, combined with her powers she would attack constantly not know she could just knock herself out by using her own blood to keep attacking. Ash is a very athletic person that won't hesitate to show off her body's muscles or show off how athletic she is. She is a very big eater being able to eat several meals and count it as a single meal it's self, she apparently gotten it from her "father's" side of the family. Ash can be very irresponsible towards certain things that people give to her to watch or keep safe, either breaking said item by mistake or losing it somewhere due to negligence or forgetfulness at times. Ash takes a very heavy handed approach to most problems that get in her way, never usually handling something the simple way, but usually going about the problem the most violent way in the most simple way she sees it. Being a heavy handed hot headed person, Ash isn't much of a smart person, she doesn't know some math that she should know, and is horrible at science and doesn't even bother thinking too much about it. History Ash was an only child that lived with her mother in Japan and a drifter of a "father", she knew she wasn't like all the other Japanese kids she went to school with when she grew taller than most of them when she was young, when the other kids figured out that Ash wasn't like them they tried to bully her and call her names. Sadly for the kids that attempted to bully her, she beat them all up and threw rocks at them eventually getting in trouble with the principle due to hurting the other children, when her mother figured out how aggressive she was towards the other children her mother didn't flip out or even get angry she remained calm and told Ash that she was just like her "father". While Ash was younger she never really saw her "father" and would always just hear about him most times from her mother, but she would never hear from him or get letters. When Ash was a teenager and still getting in trouble at school for beating up people and defending herself, her mother had met another woman, a Latina or Puerto Rican woman, she was from some country from the ass end of the planet that spoke a different language, Ash's mother was trying to tell Ash that the woman was gonna be her "father" to put it short. Ash didn't like the idea, it just seemed stupid to her and weird in her mind, she got into an argument with her mother and didn't like the woman that was trying to be her new "father" but instead of handling it calmly and rationally, Ash's mother argued back and nearly suplexed her telling her to deal with it. Ash did as her mother said and dealt with the new woman living with them, and weirdly enough Ash noticed that she and the latina woman was kinda the same in some ways, they'd put their feet up on furniture, yell at people that would annoy them, would be quick to be violent towards people that pissed them off, and would curse more than a sailor. When Kyushu was attacked and people began turning into Onyxians and Invalids, Ash's mother protected Ash and her new "Father" while they escaped to be somewhere safer on the first days of the attack. After that day Ash never saw her mother again, the group she was with were a strange bunch of people that she didn't like, Ash decided to leave to find her mother, but as she tried to the Latina tried to stop her and told her to wait for the military to come save them, Ash brushed her off and decided not to listen to her, she wanted to find her mother instead. When she left the other survivors, Ash gotten a look at the Invalids and the Hunters, and she gotten her first look at an Onyxian fighting against several Hunters, she was surprised by the power and skills the Onyxian man had when he fought against the Hunters single handedly. When he killed off the last Hunter with only his bare hands he turned his attention to Ash who was dumbstruck and awed by the guy's power and skill, he told her to go somewhere safe as the streets are filled with people who are out of their mind and monsters that eat people. Ash listened to the guy without questioning him, and he patted her on the head before she went back to the others, but when she gotten back shit seemed to hit the fan, her mother had found the group luckily, but everyone was killed by someone, including her mother. As Ash looked through the bodies for anything that could tell her who or what killed everyone, the guy from earlier found her, he followed her and noticed the slaughter that happened, the guy told her that the person that killed everyone had to be an Onyxian based on the wounds that everyone had, Ash turned to him and tried to accuse him of doing it but with no real evidence. After getting her ass kicked and being restrained by the guy, he told her he could give her the tools she needs for her to get her revenge for who killed her mother, but she would have to help him too. After slowly thinking about it for a couple minutes, she accepted his offer of help and what he actually did was give her a strain of the Onyxian virus with his own blood. Skills Pro Wrestler- She considers herself a pro wrestler with pro sk1llz Enhanced strength- Not like she wasn't strong already thou Enhanced Durability- Shes made out of bricks and concrete, naw not really but she seems like it Bottomless stomach- She can eat almost seven meals and considers it 1 single meal it's self, she can also clear out an entire fridge in just a day really. Athletic- Ash use to run track, play basketball, football and wrestle, she was kicked off all the other teams besides the wrestling team due to her aggressive nature and because of the other players being racist and outwardly disrespectful towards her. Dirty fighter- Ash doesn't usually fight fair all the time, she sometimes kicks up dirt, throws sand, bites people, and kicks people in the groin. Other She has a big white......Cell phone that..What did you think I was hinting at you dirty perv. A big white cellphone with dozens of apps and a solar charging app, you dirty minded bastards. Fingerless black gloves, just too look cool, their a pretty tough pair of gloves.
4,940	130	18	1,589	1,925	Mao sighed quietly at the response he received for his request. Of course he was going to be badgered for his supplies. In this city good will was an alien concept to quite a few people, himself included. That being said, Mao had no intention of parting with all of his food, nor was he particularly interested in getting into a physical altercation over them, least of all with a monster. Mao hopped back ever so slightly to get a bit more room, his free hand slipped into the back of his pants and produced his gun, which he quickly leveled at the woman's head "Sorry lady, i'm real grateful that you kept me from being freak food and all, but i've barely got enough for myself as is. Kind of why i'm out here in the first place." he rasped, his fear partially ebbing away now that he had a weapon gripped firmly in each hand. Mao stood stone faced as he met Ash's gaze, though in the back of his mind cogs were hard at work spinning. Although he wouldn't admit it Mao didn't actually want to shoot Ash. It wasn't that he took issue with killing to keep his stuff -he'd done that more than enough times to become troublingly numb to the action- it was more so due to the fact that shooting her meant that he could say goodbye to scavenging in the area for at least the next few hours, if not the entire night, not to mention the fact that ammunition wasn't exactly easy to come by. Whatever situation might occur after the fact, Mao not wanting to shoot Ash did not mean that he wasn't more than willing to actually do it if need be. He pulled back the hammer on the gun and gestured to the open street yet again, "I'm going to ask you one more time to let me out of this alley way. Grateful or not, interested in fighting or not, I will shoot you if you take another step forward.".	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,941	130	19	2,704	23	Neme smiled once more. "Well, miss commander, you do already have the attitude that is good for those who wish to survive this hell." He looked around and saw that none of the squad had died. Inside, his smile was gone, on the outside, nothing happened. "I do wish to give you some advice, but I hope that I can get something for it, maybe some food?" Neme looked at what the squad had done to the Invalids that had followed them. "Damn shame, I had hoped I could survive with you all a bit longer. Anyways, about that advice, I would first like to know your name."	Name Neme Lows Virkr Morvel Prow Kredni Sxird Vlerman Robert Iardro Qverxs Jorian Grar ((Yes I can pronounce that)) (Neme in short) Epithet/Moniker Man of many names, the old lord Age 67 Gender Male Construct A sword with a few ornamental spikes on it. These will be pulled into the blade if attempted to make contact with them and at will of Neme, granting a few extra centimeters per spike Morality Neutral Good Appearance He looks like Father, from FMA Brotherhood, only with his hair grey instead of blonde. Personality "Neme, magnificent bastard that you are, come here!" - Neme's brother, about his personality Neme likes to fool around with people, using his many names as a way to do that. He also likes reading and martial arts, mainly to watch though, he isn't all that good at them. If one were to offer him a peaceful way to resolve things, he would go for that option, but he has no problems at all with killing. Neme also likes to use other people as unwilling pawns in his plans, it even doesn't have to be that they do something they wouldn't otherwise do, just that it works for him, most people wouldn't like what he does though. Neme also is an Magnificent bastard History Neme was born into a family of weirdos, not that he minded it, no, he loved his family, especially his brother, Meron, or as he actually was called, Meron Nawor Cari Pzor Bres Krion Grar, yeah, his parents were out of name ideas with his brother. Neme's father was a world known business man, who was mainly known for always making some coin of even the most impossible of operations. His mother was just that, if not a tad bit crazy. Neme would start manipulating people at the age of five, trying to get a few coins of his bullies, he started by trying to become their target once more, because they had found another target. Once he regained their attention, he also worked himself up their ranking ladder, and even took out their main rivals when it came to bullying. He made some money off of them, but he ultimately decided that that was not his style. He learned in order to become a more influential person, and succeeded. At the age of twenty, he had attained the title of 'Lord', but unfortunately, at the age of thirty, he lost everything in an incident. Forcing him to become a beggar. He still was influential though, and soon he had build up his own form of an empire, ruling the streets through beggars. Nobody ever suspected him to be the one who ruled them though, as he also took on the lowest rank, of an 'eye' for himself. Some people weren't happy with that though, and they started calling him 'old lord', revering to both his age at the time (45) and the fact that he used to be a lord. His kingdom however, didn't last for too long, when the Onyx virus came, he was infected, luckily, he became an Onyxian, unluckily, everyone saw it happening. Skills Trained martial arts: Neme is trained in the martial arts. Manipulative: At a very young age, Neme had learned that manipulating people was the way to go through life, he lives by that philosophy. Other -
4,942	130	20	2,487	9,778	Delilah “Goodness! We’re not doing too bad for a rag tag bunch of hunters and misfits!” Delilah commented on the situation merrily, her smirk still holding up on her face. She let the young ones go ahead and fire away, their bullets and efforts spraying into the massive crowds of Invalids. Soon enough a cloud of red would linger into the air as the creatures were reduced to nothing more than floating red paste. A mark of the hunter’s presence. Throughout it all, she glanced around and gave Rina a look of sympathy, or at least as much as sympathy that could be mustered with her expression. The young girl’s plan to have them regroup and set up base would now be next to impossible. With the Invalids having detected their presence, they would have to find a new location now that this one was fresh in scent. Soon enough the battle had come to a close, the stench of disfigured and maimed corpses filling the air. Delilah sighed airily, the smell being just ripe for her. Of course, they couldn’t rest up for too long since they had a stray newbie to deal with first. Delilah watched the commander and the man talk back and forth before stepping up to Jun’s side. “Lady Jun, if I will? I’m sure a nice man like him can be no problem, right? Besides, he did very fine in that last battle of ours. Scoping out for more enemies was clever on his part,” she said smoothly, smirk never leaving. “That being said, I’ll be glad to dispose of him should he prove to be…inadequate in his functions,” she added with the flash of something shiny underneath her smile. , , , ,	Name: Delilah Epithet: Hunter of the Dark Age: Unknown, physically appears 30 Gender: Female Morality: Chaotic Neutral Personality: Cold. Cruel. Deceptive. Delilah is a liar to the core and as such, one must be cautious at all times when listening to her words. Half the time they are lies, but most of the time they are truths within truths. Or so she would like all to believe. Delilah genuinely does not care for a single living creature other than herself and is quite delighted when presented the opportunity to meddle in the affairs of other people. She is also adept at faking personas, putting on the appropriate facade at the appropriate moment just for the sole joy of toying with other people. She has no sympathy for the world’s fate or of the fates of the people around her. Often, she’ll even take the time to berate her enemies and treat them like children during battle. If anything, she is simply a monster that seeks to live a life of peace by ruining lives for fun. And yet, it is rumored that her apathetic nature may be spared on one certain individual. However, who this individual is has yet to be seen. The rumor may be just that: A rumor. Background: An incredibly powerful and deadly Hunter that travels the world in search of someone or something important to her. Nothing much is known about Delilah, other than that she is to be avoided at all costs. She has no caring of the world’s fate or the outbreak in Japan. As long as money continues to satisfy her, her services will be provided in the most swift and effective manner. Skills: -Expert usage of blades of all types, using a one-handed style with her personalized knife -Vast knowledge of the world as a whole -Unmatched agility and stamina coupled with monstrous strength and durability Weapons: An unnamed knife that can neither shatter nor bend. It has a brown handle with a black trim around it, passing though where the blade is. It has several notches wear it detaches itself. Despite its appearance, it is blunt enough to crack skulls, hard enough to block most attacks, and sharp enough to slice apart buildings with one swing. Along with being able to flip itself open, its also is extendable as it has a metal wire holding the blade together, allowing it to stab opponents at a considerable distance or used as a bladed whip. Equipment: -Inhuman, shark-like teeth -A cell-phone containing the numbers of several important officials -A small diary
4,943	130	21	503	307	Smiley gave a small laugh after the battle was over. "Sure didn't waste any time, huh? Got into a fight right off the bat. How refreshing..." He thought as he reloaded his rifle with any extra bullets before slinging it around his back again. He slowly walked back over to the bulk of the group again as they spoke. Listening to the conversation but seeing no reason to say anything yet.	Name: "Nemo Smiley" Epithet/Moniker/Code name: "Eightball" Age: 28 Gender: Male Morality: Generally Neutral Appearance: Close hairstyle reference, a bit longer in the back though 6'0" Average-lean muscular build Very pale skin Messy slightly below shoulder length white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. White colored eyes. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having a form of eyeliner. Black quilted nylon flight/bomber jacket. Has no stretchy band around the waist. Plain collar. Worn unzipped. Heather grey zip-up hoody. Hood worn laid over the jacket. Black western scarf with white polkadots. Often mostly covered under hoody depending on how zipped up it is. White tank top. Wears a black leather dual shoulder holster harness over his tank top for two revolvers. All gold watch with a white dial on his right wrist Silver signet ring on his pointer finger with a 8 engraved into it on his right hand. White wrappings around his left arm. Covers his hand like a fingerless glove up to the middle of his shoulder. Slightly baggy dark navy blue track pants with a single white stripe running down on the sides. Black leather gun belt rig with a silver buckle. Has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side. And a slanted black leather knife sheath at the back to be drawn by his right hand. Plain black leather cowboy boots with pointed toe caps. Heels boost his height by 1 and 3/4ths of a inch. White boot socks. Personality: Nemo has always been a rather eccentric person both physically and mentally. Even though he wasn't exactly reclusive or anti-social, his habits often left him by himself. He tries to display himself as the most charming and polite person he can nowadays. But below his methodical behavior, he seems to be a bit unstable and cruel in times of extreme duress. Nemo is someone who would be considered lonely. And is generally overly trusting and loyal to people around him. However every once in a while his investigative attitude will kick in, making him rather paranoid of the people around him instead. Nemo also often has a strong fear of betrayal. History: While his past is mostly unknown, Nemo was born as a orphan into a super soldier program that was deemed ineffective and close to shutting down. However in it's last few weeks Nemo managed to get free and kill all the personnel within the base before making his escape. Afterwards he vanished, becoming somewhat of a ghost story before resurfacing as a contractor. He used the skills he gained from his earlier years to work very successfully in his job. His motives and goals are a mystery, however it's rumored that he does it all purely for entertainment. While his birthplace is unknown, it is suspected he came from either Germany or Siberia. Skills: Adept sharpshooter with his weapons and a quick draw expert. Labeled a borderline sadomasochist, Nemo is someone who seems to greatly enjoy the duties and risks of his job and has a very high tolerance to pain. Advanced CQB combat knowledge and strength. Rather flexible. Good agility. He is a natural interrogator and tracker with a knack for sniffing out lies and getting information. He finds the process highly entertaining. Weapons: 5.5 inch Colt single action revolver. Black horn grips with a engraved black finish and a gold trigger. 7 inch top-break single action Schofield revolver. Ivory grips with a stainless steel finish and a gold cylinder. 3.5 inch birds head Colt single action revolver. Snakewood birds head handle with a hardened frame and a gold hammer. Damascus barrel. Black cylinder. Vintage Mauser hunting rifle with a stainless steel integral suppressor and finish. Gold bolt. Dark colored wood stock with a black embossed leather recoil pad that has slots for bullets. Black adjustable magnification hunting scope. Black leather sling. Stainless steel Kris style wavy blade knife. Has a small silver crossguard and ivory handle. Equipment: Custom ammunition Gold watch Straight razor Small leather pouch on the back left of his belt to store ammunition. Cell phone Scarf style reference Theme:
4,944	130	22	2,285	5,789	Mao sighed quietly at the response he received for his request. Of course he was going to be badgered for his supplies. In this city good will was an alien concept to quite a few people, himself included. That being said, Mao had no intention of parting with all of his food, nor was he particularly interested in getting into a physical altercation over them, least of all with a monster. Mao hopped back ever so slightly to get a bit more room, his free hand slipped into the back of his pants and produced his gun, which he quickly leveled at the woman's head "Sorry lady, i'm real grateful that you kept me from being freak food and all, but i've barely got enough for myself as is. Kind of why i'm out here in the first place." he rasped, his fear partially ebbing away now that he had a weapon gripped firmly in each hand. Mao stood stone faced as he met Ash's gaze, though in the back of his mind cogs were hard at work spinning. Although he wouldn't admit it Mao didn't actually want to shoot Ash. It wasn't that he took issue with killing to keep his stuff -he'd done that more than enough times to become troublingly numb to the action- it was more so due to the fact that shooting her meant that he could say goodbye to scavenging in the area for at least the next few hours, if not the entire night, not to mention the fact that ammunition wasn't exactly easy to come by. Whatever situation might occur after the fact, Mao not wanting to shoot Ash did not mean that he wasn't more than willing to actually do it if need be. He pulled back the hammer on the gun and gestured to the open street yet again, "I'm going to ask you one more time to let me out of this alley way. Grateful or not, interested in fighting or not, I will shoot you if you take another step forward.". Ash Murray When Mao pulled a gun on Ash, the blonde girl just cracked a smile, she knew it would take more than a single shot to put her down." Oh really now ?" Ash said to the bald guy." If I was you, I'd probably not wake the other dumbasses that are sleeping or in the other areas just waiting to get a snack." Ash opened up her shirt and with both hands and had a smile on her face." But if you think your feeling lucky, then come at me, but I'm just gonna say, this now, you still have the chance to just drop all your hard earned food and walk away with your life, because if I really wanted to, I could've just killed you myself." She told him smile still on her face, she brought her hands down to her sides and was ready if Mao made a stupid move. Delilah “Goodness! We’re not doing too bad for a rag tag bunch of hunters and misfits!” Delilah commented on the situation merrily, her smirk still holding up on her face. She let the young ones go ahead and fire away, their bullets and efforts spraying into the massive crowds of Invalids. Soon enough a cloud of red would linger into the air as the creatures were reduced to nothing more than floating red paste. A mark of the hunter’s presence. Throughout it all, she glanced around and gave Rina a look of sympathy, or at least as much as sympathy that could be mustered with her expression. The young girl’s plan to have them regroup and set up base would now be next to impossible. With the Invalids having detected their presence, they would have to find a new location now that this one was fresh in scent. Soon enough the battle had come to a close, the stench of disfigured and maimed corpses filling the air. Delilah sighed airily, the smell being just ripe for her. Of course, they couldn’t rest up for too long since they had a stray newbie to deal with first. Delilah watched the commander and the man talk back and forth before stepping up to Jun’s side. “Lady Jun, if I will? I’m sure a nice man like him can be no problem, right? Besides, he did very fine in that last battle of ours. Scoping out for more enemies was clever on his part,” she said smoothly, smirk never leaving. “That being said, I’ll be glad to dispose of him should he prove to be…inadequate in his functions,” she added with the flash of something shiny underneath her smile. , , , , Lady Jun " I agree, but that was still very sloppy, we could have been killed still." Jun put down Delilah's comment about them being not bad." We could've done better than that, instead of just improvising our moves and attacks, we should've used tactics and formed up a formation while we scouted." Jun told Delilah and the entire squad without holding back, she was somewhat angry about the ambush and how everything was handled. But even though everything was done sloppily and she crossed her arms and tried to give them some form of a good comment, she turned her back to Delilah as she spoke." But even though you didn't use any tactics or much teamwork besides just attacking what you seen in front of you, all of you fought bravely, and fought well, but don't get cocky." She told them all. The second Delilah began asking if they could let the old man be with them, Jun thought it over and came up with an idea for Delilah." I'll allow him to be with the group, but I will say this, anything happens to anybody in this group, then I'll hold you accountable, do you understand ?" Lady Jun asked Delilah.	Onyxian ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name Ashlyn Murray Epithets/Monikers Ash Age Unknown, Late teens Gender Female Construct Spheres of Death: Ash's construct is being able to make explosive spheres made of her blood that could be remotely detonated, once detonated a plethora of spikes would explode in every direction and injure or kill others if used properly Morality Chaotic neutral Personality Hot headed to be simple about her, Ash can be a hot headed person that can be easy to anger at moments, she can be very vulgar and swears almost more than a sailor on shore leave. She can be very headstrong and willing to rush into a fight without thinking about the consequences or how strong her enemy may be, her idea of good fight is punch the enemy several times till they go down even if she was hurt in the process, combined with her powers she would attack constantly not know she could just knock herself out by using her own blood to keep attacking. Ash is a very athletic person that won't hesitate to show off her body's muscles or show off how athletic she is. She is a very big eater being able to eat several meals and count it as a single meal it's self, she apparently gotten it from her "father's" side of the family. Ash can be very irresponsible towards certain things that people give to her to watch or keep safe, either breaking said item by mistake or losing it somewhere due to negligence or forgetfulness at times. Ash takes a very heavy handed approach to most problems that get in her way, never usually handling something the simple way, but usually going about the problem the most violent way in the most simple way she sees it. Being a heavy handed hot headed person, Ash isn't much of a smart person, she doesn't know some math that she should know, and is horrible at science and doesn't even bother thinking too much about it. History Ash was an only child that lived with her mother in Japan and a drifter of a "father", she knew she wasn't like all the other Japanese kids she went to school with when she grew taller than most of them when she was young, when the other kids figured out that Ash wasn't like them they tried to bully her and call her names. Sadly for the kids that attempted to bully her, she beat them all up and threw rocks at them eventually getting in trouble with the principle due to hurting the other children, when her mother figured out how aggressive she was towards the other children her mother didn't flip out or even get angry she remained calm and told Ash that she was just like her "father". While Ash was younger she never really saw her "father" and would always just hear about him most times from her mother, but she would never hear from him or get letters. When Ash was a teenager and still getting in trouble at school for beating up people and defending herself, her mother had met another woman, a Latina or Puerto Rican woman, she was from some country from the ass end of the planet that spoke a different language, Ash's mother was trying to tell Ash that the woman was gonna be her "father" to put it short. Ash didn't like the idea, it just seemed stupid to her and weird in her mind, she got into an argument with her mother and didn't like the woman that was trying to be her new "father" but instead of handling it calmly and rationally, Ash's mother argued back and nearly suplexed her telling her to deal with it. Ash did as her mother said and dealt with the new woman living with them, and weirdly enough Ash noticed that she and the latina woman was kinda the same in some ways, they'd put their feet up on furniture, yell at people that would annoy them, would be quick to be violent towards people that pissed them off, and would curse more than a sailor. When Kyushu was attacked and people began turning into Onyxians and Invalids, Ash's mother protected Ash and her new "Father" while they escaped to be somewhere safer on the first days of the attack. After that day Ash never saw her mother again, the group she was with were a strange bunch of people that she didn't like, Ash decided to leave to find her mother, but as she tried to the Latina tried to stop her and told her to wait for the military to come save them, Ash brushed her off and decided not to listen to her, she wanted to find her mother instead. When she left the other survivors, Ash gotten a look at the Invalids and the Hunters, and she gotten her first look at an Onyxian fighting against several Hunters, she was surprised by the power and skills the Onyxian man had when he fought against the Hunters single handedly. When he killed off the last Hunter with only his bare hands he turned his attention to Ash who was dumbstruck and awed by the guy's power and skill, he told her to go somewhere safe as the streets are filled with people who are out of their mind and monsters that eat people. Ash listened to the guy without questioning him, and he patted her on the head before she went back to the others, but when she gotten back shit seemed to hit the fan, her mother had found the group luckily, but everyone was killed by someone, including her mother. As Ash looked through the bodies for anything that could tell her who or what killed everyone, the guy from earlier found her, he followed her and noticed the slaughter that happened, the guy told her that the person that killed everyone had to be an Onyxian based on the wounds that everyone had, Ash turned to him and tried to accuse him of doing it but with no real evidence. After getting her ass kicked and being restrained by the guy, he told her he could give her the tools she needs for her to get her revenge for who killed her mother, but she would have to help him too. After slowly thinking about it for a couple minutes, she accepted his offer of help and what he actually did was give her a strain of the Onyxian virus with his own blood. Skills Pro Wrestler- She considers herself a pro wrestler with pro sk1llz Enhanced strength- Not like she wasn't strong already thou Enhanced Durability- Shes made out of bricks and concrete, naw not really but she seems like it Bottomless stomach- She can eat almost seven meals and considers it 1 single meal it's self, she can also clear out an entire fridge in just a day really. Athletic- Ash use to run track, play basketball, football and wrestle, she was kicked off all the other teams besides the wrestling team due to her aggressive nature and because of the other players being racist and outwardly disrespectful towards her. Dirty fighter- Ash doesn't usually fight fair all the time, she sometimes kicks up dirt, throws sand, bites people, and kicks people in the groin. Other She has a big white......Cell phone that..What did you think I was hinting at you dirty perv. A big white cellphone with dozens of apps and a solar charging app, you dirty minded bastards. Fingerless black gloves, just too look cool, their a pretty tough pair of gloves.
4,945	130	23	1,589	1,925	Mao continued to lock eyes with Ash despite her strange choice in action regarding her wardrobe, the entirety of his being squarely focused on staying alive for at least one more night. The scavenger clucked his tongue in disappointment at the response he received, though his grip remained strong on his weapons as he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to appear nonchalant "I figure I got a twenty second head start before the freaks show up to find the source of the noise. Between the fresh freak corpses and yourself there should be enough meat here to keep em' busy for at least half an hour. Maybe if i'm lucky they'll be too full of meat to bother chasing a scrawny thing like me.". Mao took note of the woman's positioning and tilted his gun so that the barrel was level with Ash's left eye "Perhaps I get lucky and don't kill you on the first shot, maybe incapacitate you and let you flounder a bit to draw them away from me, yeah?" he stated with a noticeably sharper tone. He rolled his shoulder a bit, almost as if to ensure himself that his supplies were still secure in his bag before he weighed his options. There was precious little time to scavenge before the night ended and the less adventurous survivors came out to forage for themselves, introducing yet another level of difficulty into the already troublesome mix. The gears turned in his head a bit more before he decided to gamble with a third option just this once, "Tell you what-" Mao began, still keeping his gun trained on Ash, "I sure as fuck ain't going to give up everything I got, but you can have some of my food since you kept me from being freak food. It's either that or I can just shoot you and take my chances with the beasts. Your call." Mao could feel the thudding of his heart in his chest and hear the rushing of blood in his ears as his adrenaline levels spiked along with the tension in the air. His finger played over the trigger of his pistol as he waited to see what Ash would say.	Survivor I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going? Name Mao Collins Epithet/Moniker/Code name Age 25 Gender Male Morality Chaotic Neutral Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds. Personality Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal. History Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu. Skills Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going. Weapons: One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left Equipment Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight. Other He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair. Theme:
4,946	131	0	1,986	352	The First Day: An Intro to Ongaku Tatsuya Aika paced and paced and paced. She didn't know how long. Maybe too long, because the feeling in her legs became lost. The night before, she had made sure to memorize every map Ongaku Academy had to offer. The first floor was the lobby and basic classes like math or science--the useless stuff. And then, the second floor was a physical activity floor filled to the brim of ballet dancers or hip hop dancers or tap dancers. The third floor was the most important, lined with doors containing instruments and microphones. And the very top floor were the dorms, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was.. was.. her band. Tatsuya had arrived in the morning, earlier than expected of a regular student, and organized/decorated her new dorm a bit, making sure to leave room for her roommate. She was pretty sure Mi-kun would be texting or calling her soon, expecting her to have slept late or to have totally forgotten about it. Little did he know, she had been decorating every inch of her side of the room with posters of her favorite anime and manga characters, tidying up her desk with manuscripts for music and songs, and polishing her guitar which she kept so neatly propped up in the corner of the room. And now, here she was, pacing and pacing and pacing. Her head was swimming in nerves of her prospect for a new band. Of course she was confident enough to gather a handful of people to make it happen, but.. still, Tatsuya was only human. She couldn't pull it off alone. The small girl stopped in the middle of the soft-carpeted room, staring ahead with more of a glare than anything. That was where Mi-kun came in. He had worked in a shop for most of his life. He could handle some things. Yes. And Tsukino. Tsukino, one of her other childhood friends who was more or less supportive of most of the things she did. This would bring no harm to anyone, forming a band. Tatsuya slowly backed away, taking a seat on her comfy, pink sheets. She hugged her plush cat, tapping her foot in thought. Okay. You can do this. She told herself over and over. You can do this with some help. Yeah. Okay. Tatsuya had heard there was a big welcome dinner hosted by the Academy the first day, so she would find Mi-kun there and even Tsukino too. There, she would give them her grand idea. And they would damn approve it. In fact, I could even go search for them now! She thought, abruptly standing up, but stopped dead in her tracks. Oh, yeah. She wanted to meet her roommate, who she heard was a piano prodigy. I've never met a piano prodigy before.. This could be a big deal. I bet she's really cool. She has a weird name, though. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tatsuya patiently took a seat, waiting then. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Tsukino had given tours in the morning to cute, little first years, so he hadn't gotten a chance to greet his old time friend at the door as he planned to. It was, after all, fun giving her a hard time. But instead, he checked on a list to see if she had arrived, and oddly, Tatsuya was one of the first ones. This must mean a lot to you. He thought, avoiding the stares of giggling first year girls in the lobby. Grabbing a complimentary apple that was meant for new students, Tsukino shoved his hand in his pocket and stared up at the roommate list. He had had the same room since Year 1, but his old roommate had finally graduated for being quite the accomplished dancer. Tsukino had seen his roommate's face on Tatsuya's cellphone wallpaper, and maybe once or twice in public with her, but that was about it. Michio Ueno. Huh. He frowned, starting to casually stroll up the stairs. The 4th year student took a bite of his stolen apple, walking up and up three flights of stairs until he found himself caught in the girls' dorm hallway. All boys had to walk through it to get to their own, and some, Tsukino mused, lingered longer than they should have. He was surprised of the lenient rules of Ongaku Academy. Girls were allowed in boys' rooms and boys were allowed in girls' rooms. Then again, most students there were solely focused on their studies to ever even think on flirting. Tsukino took another bite of his apple, arriving at his room and opening the door. There, his roommate stood, tall and unimposing. Smiling, Tsukino's arms lowered to his side as he tossed his mutilated apple in the trash can, tipping his head at the sight of Tatsuya's best friend. "Ah, you must be Ueno Michio. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tsukino Yorushi."	(What your character sounds like) (Totally optional) (ex. Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4) (ex. Can sing, draw, has all Pokemon names memorized, etc..) (Basically one of the reasons you're at the Academy) (ex. Rhythm Guitarist, Drummer, etc..) "It doesn't really matter how slow you go; as long as you don't stop!" Tatsuya "Ta-Chan" Aika 16 Year 2 Tatsuya is an accomplished singer and guitarist, though she prefers electric guitar. Lead Singer/Guitarist Tatsuya grew up with two moms, who wanted their daughter to be heavily involved in activities. Tatsuya was placed in soccer, dancing, tuba lessons, piano, drawing, and any other activity to keep her well-rounded. They were proud that their daughter could juggle it all quite well, and being an only child, they were heavily invested in her. However, the day Tatsuya picked up a guitar sealed her fate. She was hooked, so much that she neglected the rest of her activities. Her mothers were fine with it, because they were quite impressed with her abilities as well. Wishing to break free of the boring life of public school, Tatsuya auditioned for Ongaku with her best friend, and grew ecstatic when they were both accepted. There, she hopes to be the leader of a rocking, rebellious band! 1. Confident 2. Optimistic 3. Enthusiastic 4. Stubborn 5. Kind of Stupid Tsukino Yorushi 18 Year 4 Writing and Acting Band Fan/Aid in Writing Songs Like most students from Ongaku Academy, Tsukino is from a prestigious, wealthy family with a strict father and a distant mother. Though disapproving of his talents, his father is still loving and grudgingly allows him to follow his dreams. That is, in exchange for hard work of course. Tsukino is a seasoned student of Ongaku and is like everyone's big brother. He is often asked to give tours and help students adjust. He initially knew Tatsuya from one of her mothers working as a maid in his household, so they kept in touch and he is quite supportive of her idea for pitching up a band. 1. Calm 2. Reassured 3. Wise 4. Intelligent 5. Open-minded
4,947	131	1	302	2,579	Fukatsu blocked out the world around her. Ignoring any sound of other people, animals, anything alive for that matter. She had yet to meet her roommate for this year, but Fukatsu didn't care. She probably wouldn't talk much to her anyways. Fukatsu mainly thought about hat this new year would bring. More time fixing things that broken. Though not as much time as she normally spent over summers. Plus she was sixteen now, she had a car back at home. And she had already tinkered with it, giving it upgrades, it was in Fukatsu's nature. Fukatsu opened her bag and gripped the one item she held closest to her. A wrench. Her first one. Her father had given it too her as a birthday present when she turned five. And that was when Fukatsu's father dragged her into the world of fixing and upgrading. Now, eleven years later, Fukatsu could fix almost anything. Cars, instruments, sound boards, PA systems, announcers, she had spent years learning exactly how to fix the broken. But people... people were Fukatsu's weak point. She hadn't spent time with her peers. She didn't talk unless necessary.	Maybe I'm alone because I want to be. Fukatsu Saito 16 Year 3 Mechanics, Fixing Items Fan Fukatsu spent a lot of time around cars as a child. She spent copious amounts of time with her father, learning to fix almost anythings. Her mother was always at work so her father was her most trusted parent. But she loved fixing things, from cars to instruments to spotlights. It gave her a sense of fulfillment knowing that she can help from behind the scenes. But fixing things gave her a live for music as well. Her father would play the radio while working and Fukatsu was almost always with him. Away from other children, Fukatsu's social skills never developed. She liked inanimate objects more that people. But music was something Fukatsu couldn't leave behind. At school Fukatsu earned the nickname 'Ice Heart' as a result of her cold behavior. She was never going to be girly. She lacked a mother's touch in her fashion. But being accepted to Ongaku Academy was great for Fukatsu. To her it was a chance to help people with the opportunities to be famous from behind the scenes. Trustworthy Honest Loyal Tomboy Loner
4,948	131	2	1,712	2,118	Micho's parents had him to the academy early that morning, sent him off with stiff farewells and commands to perform well and focus. He'd lugged his baggage up to his dorm with minimal cursing and soon enough had gotten to work turning his half of the room into his new home. His impact wasn't all that noticeable really; a plain set of navy sheets, his practice violin and a wire stand resting in the corner, his real violin tucked safely under his bed a backpack and set of books resting at the end of it. The main focus, however, was the monster of a computer seemingly merged with his desk. A dual-monitor setup clamped to the desk with the tower tucked away underneath, mechanical keyboard with letters glowing blue, a small electric keyboard and a set of large headphones hanging over the back of the chair. Despite the complex setup, however, everything was acutely organized, not a sock sticking out of the drawers, not a paper out of place. Michio now stood in the middle of the room, surveying his unpacking job to see if he missed anything. His eyes roved over the digital clock on his night stand, and noticing the time he pulled his phone out to fire off a quick text to Tatsuya. Hopefully she hadn't overslept, or gotten carried away packing. Up and at 'em, don't want to be late. Text me when you get here, yeah? Text sent, Michio scanned the room again, just now noticing how quiet it was. Muffled conversations floated through the walls, boys laughing and arguing over space, things that could be expected. But there were no clicks of registers, no constant classical tracks buzzing in the air, no bells from opened doors, no customers seeking guidance. Taking a deep breath, Michio closed his eyes, relishing the relative normalcy of it all for as long as fate would let him. "Ah, you must be Ueno Michio. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tsukino Yorushi." As it turned out fate could be a real bitch sometimes, Michio remarked as his new roommate strode in. Nonetheless, he smiled and bowed curtly, a slightly out-of-place formality, but a greeting all the same. "Call me Michio, and the pleasure is all mine." He said, straightening to his incredible height once again. "Tsukino Yorushi? The name sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" On the same vein of thinking, he quickly fired another text off to Tatsuya. Hey, I think I'm rooming with your friend. You've mentioned Tsukino Yorushi haven't you? Or am I losing my mind again?	Michio Ueno (this is an old image I drew for another RP. The reason for the negative colour and transparency was because he was a ghost in this RP h e h. The blurry grey spot next to his eye was a bruise as well, ignore it. Sorry about the weird image!) Michio stands heads above a crowd at a height of 6'4. His hair is black and his eyes are a muted grey. His skin is olive, taking after his father, but he has a few patches of skin lacking pigment, birthmarks. The largest ones are on his neck/face (spanning. From his right collarbone to his right jawbone) and on his left hip (about the size of a large hand). 17 Year 3 Michio excels at piano and violin, is educated in musical theory, knows his way around a computer and speaks three languages. Manager/Tech Editor (possibly) Michio was born in Japan to a French Canadian mother and a Japanese father. He was raised speaking three languages, these being English, French and Japanese. His parents met in Japan while his mother was visiting a friend, where she ended up marrying Michio's father and settling down. From there, they opened a music store, and shortly afterward, Michio was born. Michio grew up independent, being seen by his parents more as a burden than anything else. When he was about ten, he became an employee at his parents' shop, and the moment he showed any kind of musical talent, his parents shoved it down his throat. They pushed him to improve, particularly at violin and piano, letting nothing but perfection satisfy them. While Michio found it to be a chore, he worked at it nonetheless, as only when he was excelling in music did it feel as if his parents cared for him. Otherwise, they treated him more like an employee than a son. When he wasn't working or practicing his instruments under scrutiny from his parents, Michio was in his room, working with the computers he'd built in his (rare) spare time. Though he felt his future was with technology, he did develop a love of music and its effect on people. He was more than happy to apply to Ongaku with Tatsuya. They'd practically grown up together, and in that time he'd taken the role of equal parts brother and caretaker, always keeping an eye on her and terrified that something might happen to her, or that she might get herself into trouble. She was, to him, the only real family he had, and he cherished and protected her like a sister. So when the letter of acceptance arrived from Ongaku, Michio was ecstatic. Not only could he accompany his best friend to the most prestigious musical academy in Japan, but he hopes that through the academy, he can earn his parents' approval. Intelligent Innovative Protective Reserved Organized
4,949	131	3	1,602	2,499	Lester rubbed his eyes as he stepped through the wide doors to the school only to be greeted by the loud noises of squealing first years. He was fresh of the metaphorical boat, which was actually a plane. He had went to visit his family back in America during the school holidays and had just arrived back the day before school started. He was still considerably jet lagged, but kept his cool throughout the strange looks a lot of the new students shot at him and his obscure appearance. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the faded logo of the Dead Kennedy's printed on it and a truckers cap this time with the logo of some bar on it. Along with this, he had jeans on and some old sneakers that had been worn far past their prime. On his back he carried one large camping bag and a smaller gym bag along with a guitar case in his hand. He made his way through the bustling crowds, taking care not to knock anyone over or accidentally swing a guitar case into their teeth. He slid the small folded up map out of his back pocket and opened it up using the thumb of his spare hand and his teeth. He had circled where his new dorm room was, he had gotten moved from his last room-mate after they got into a small scrap and it ended up in a broken window and a lot of hurt feelings. He made an attempt to grab at one of the complementary apples, but was quickly caught by a teacher and sent to his dorm before he got in any more trouble. He made his way up the stairs, each step getting more and more difficult as he realized how lazy he well and truly was. He hadn't climbed this many steps since last semester, he'd spent the entire holiday sleeping in his old bed and listening to records in his 'garden'. He finally made it to his dorm and booted open the door to reveal his room-mate hadn't made it there yet. This was good for Lester, he wouldn't have to put up with making small talk while he put up his stuff and could get straight to the banter of picking at every little object of his room-mates possessions. He stuck the few posters he had on his side of the room, various bands like the Smiths, Primus, The Stooges among others all littered his wall now. His guitar sat in it's case under his bed, the neck sticking out slightly to make it easy for him to take it out. His clothes were all in his wardrobe and he had shoved the bags he carried them in on top of said wardrobe. He finally lay on his bed, staring at the door and waiting for his room-mate to enter. Eventually this got insanely boring and by eventually I mean within the first 15 seconds so he quickly scavenged around for his I-pod within his guitar case and began to listen through one ear-bud.	Based off of a younger version of Les Claypool in this music video Les would consider himself a strapping young gent fit to take any young lady he wanted if he was right of mind. He isn't, obviously. He isn't exactly ugly just not good looking, more average than anything. He has a hooked nose that slightly bends to the right in the middle after being broken. His face is thin and his jawline is far from square. His eyebrows are thin and brown, almost the same colour as his hair. He has big, round brown eyes that rest just under his eyebrows and are almost, but not quite too close to his nose. His hair is shaven on both sides, but long enough to reach his shoulders down the middle. His hair is slightly lighter than his eyebrows and could be considered almost dirty blond rather than brown. He has the start of a moustache growing on his lip. Voice: Les has a strong southern American accent that is rather nasally and somewhat high pitched. Lester 'Les' Alexander 18 Year 4 He is very good at woodwork and making figurines or sculptures from wood. He's also pretty good at bass, specifically 'slapping' it but that's not the reason they got him in. Bassist (Sorry it's a bit long, kind of went crazy while writing it) Les was born in the far south of North America. He is what could be considered 'trailer trash' as his family barely made enough to scrape by even within their mobile home. His mother was an aspiring poet who couldn't get her works published while his father was a lumberjack. His parents were both rather young when Les was born and so they didn't really have a plan for bringing up, Les other than just winging it. As a result of their lack of money, Les was often left to explore and play outside rather than staying inside to play with his new games console or something. He and his friends got into a lot of trouble because of this lack of things to do. They would often hop fences deliberately trying to get caught just for doing something to do. The worst case of this was when they were hopping fences and Les' jeans got caught on a stray bit of wire and sent him tumbling down onto the concrete below, resulting in his broken nose. Les first discovered his musical talent when his grandfather handed him down his old bass guitar. Les was a natural with it, his grandfather gave him lessons every week and, Les began to copy old CD's his father had to the best of his ability after he began to get the hang of things. His main base of criteria for music was 90s rock music, but he sometimes delved into various other eras such as the 80s and 70s. He discovered his talent with woodwork around his twelfth birthday. He wanted to get a summer job so he could get some extra money and buy a new guitar. He got a job at his fathers lumberjack company, but was set for an alternate route than just cutting down trees after he was noticed by one of the higher up members within the organisation. They offered him the chance to get a few lessons in woodworking and possibly make some wood ornaments and furniture. He accepted and discovered he was quite handy at making wooden furniture. He went on to make various sculptures and miniatures which received acclaim from various friends and family Les knew. It was only when, Les' uncle remarried that he was discovered by Ongaku academy. Les' uncle had a job in transport, which of course involved a lot of travelling. He met his new wife in Japan and they were soon married after being near perfect matches. The marriage took place in America, where Les met his new family. They couldn't have been more different. Les' side of the family were loud and energetic while the new, Japanese side of the family were quiet and courteous. Les began to learn Japanese before the wedding just so he could talk to his new cousins. He was far from fluent when the wedding happened, but he could at least make some sort of conversation with his new cousins. In a drastic stroke of luck, his new auntie's brother was actually one of the teaching staff at Ongaku before he retired. He had heard of Les' woodwork and was very impressed when he saw it. He recommended Les for Ongaku and just about the entire family scraped enough together to send him to it. He joined when he was 15 and was now fluent in Japanese, save for a word or two. Often times people originally from Japan would have trouble understanding him because of his accent, but that only happens very rarely now. He was rather ostracised when he first appeared at the school because of his drastically different culture and appearance. He gathered a small friend base as time went on though, he prefers to stick to this group rather than have a big group of friends he would find hard to keep track of. He writes to his old family every week and now lives with his auntie and uncle in Japan. Chill, Punctual, Calm, loyal, cordial
4,950	131	4	1,570	4,104	Snap The small click of Paris' barrette as it collected hair and held it down in place. Snap The small click of Paris' barrette being taken out. This activity lasted for several minutes as the young pink haired girl tried to get just the right angle and hold. She was a bit of a nutcase to any passer by, but sometimes you just had to be. Finally getting her hair in order Paris began climbing the steps to the dorm rooms. Adorning her body was a traveling bag and being pulled behind her- a large suitcase. A bit to her surprise she would be assigned a new roommate this year. The previous year she was given a quaint young woman who was an artist and spent most of her time with her head buried in a sketch pad. They didn't speak much, and Paris was relatively okay with that. "Why does there have to be so many stairs?" the young woman said with a huff. She wasn't in the greatest shape, spending most of her time practicing piano while eating junk food, and studying while eating junk food. It was a GOOD life. Reaching her dorm room (eventually) she placed her head slowly to the door. Movement could be heard inside but it did not sound like anything too sporadic. Pulling slowly away she raised her fist to knock- but hesitated. "Hey- this is my room too, I don't have to knock!" she thought reaching for the door knob but hesistated once again, "But what.. what if she is busy or worst yet-" Paris' eyes widened in horror "--naked." Quite suddenly Paris began knocking rather quickly and loudly. "Hello! It's your roommate Paris Uzumaki! If you are naked, I can surely come back at another time or date!"Embarrassed by what she just said, Paris stood in horror waiting for response.	Awww Mom! Please don't call me creampuff... not in front of my friends! Paris Uzumaki 16 Year 2 The Pianist Quite polished classical piano player, though she has a secret passion for hip hop dancing. Born on a frigid winter morning, Paris was given her names when her mother demanded that Paris' father run and gather a pastry from the nearest bakery. From that moment on she would be known to her family as their little cream puff. (She hates this nickname that they can not let go.) Paris was raised in a fairly well off family. Her father was a rampant and very busy business man and her mother had the luxury of staying home and bossing around raising Paris. Paris' mother just wanted her daughter to prim and crisp example of a young woman. She dressed her daughter in dresses as often as possible and made sure her hair was brushed and her nails clean and polished. She got her started on playing the piano at around preschool age and was very strict that she practiced every single day after finishing school work. Entering the academy was the highlight of Mrs. Uzumaki's life. Her daughter now had paper work. PAPER WORK! Mrs. Uzumaki made sure to grab plenty of brochures and pamphlets so she could show her friends and husband's colleagues later. Paris rolled her eyes before resting on a group of older students. Hip hop dancers. Paris was in awe. Their movements were so skilled and polished. Something the girl had very well developed within her finger tips but not her entire body. Taken out of trance by her mother's grip. "Those are the people I want you to stay away from ESPECIALLY." she emphasized, shaking her head in disappointment. Paris nodded but her heart longed to be in that scene. It is now Paris' second year at the Ongaku Academy and she is still on a steady path to perfect her piano skills and continue to impress her parents. She's a little boy crazy cause she's a silly daydreaming' teenager- but she has not even had her first boyfriend or kiss yet. Well Manicured. Daydreamer. Gullible. Friendly. Easily Excited.
4,951	131	5	993	1,646	Arriving to her new room and shuffling around inside her pocket, the blonde girl had just arrived to the school a few moments ago. What in the past had been filled with luxuries as coming to school in a huge limousine with several bodyguards had now been changed for a 30 minute walk all by herself. Drastric changes, indeed. Even in the way she dressed. She used to dress really lady-like, with one piece dresses and whatnot, maybe even high heels, ridiculous as they may seem on a little girl, and now, she had changed those for a black, sleeveless shirt, a pair of black shorts and a pair black boots. Several things adorned her wrists as well, most of them black, with only a pair of bracelets being actually silver or even gold among the huge black ones. She didn't paint her face with black make-up just because it wouldn't look good with her purple eyes. After some time of searching endlessly through her bag, she finally found the aforementioned key, with a "All right! Here it is!" She introduced the key in the doorknob and turned it around. The door finally opened for her and she let out a sigh of relief. Gosh, it had been torture on her shoulders having almost lost her key inside her bag. She was carrying her guitar, an amplifier for her to play her guitar with AND a bag filled with her clothes, and some cute trinkets she brought along with her, which wasn't any lighter, maybe it was even heavier than the other two combined, not to mention the little bag where she kept everything else in. Maybe it had been a bad idea to get rid of the gophers bodyguards that her father often sent alongside her. Though she quite did not expect for her roommate to be already inside the room. The girl seemed a bit... quiet, but Hiiragi might as well, no? "Yo! How's it going?" She asked with a smile. Her mother would be ashamed to hear her talk now, after so much time was spent into teaching her proper manners. "Name's Hiiragi Sangu. Let's get along, a'ight? And before you ask, no, it is not 'Hiiragi' as in the 'Hiiragi' group." She said before the girl had any chance to say anything about it. She had to deal with the question before, so now she just made sure to make it clear from the start. Without saying anything else, though, Hiiragi started on with putting everything of hers into place. She took her guitar out of the case she had been carrying it in. She carefully put it on the bed and nodded to herself. Yeah, it was beautiful all right. Hiiragi just loved her guitar. After gazing at it for a bit, she started searching for the stand she had brought with her in her bag. When she found it, she set it next to her bed and then put her guitar on it. Like that, there was no way it would fall down and get scratched or anything. Yes, perfect. She nodded to herself. "So, what? Ain't you gonna introduce yourself or somethin'?" Hiiragi turned to her roommate. "That'd be rude, y'know?" She simply said to her. Of course, she didn't know if the girl had already introduced herself. She was a bit too busy gazing at her guitar. Now, she only had to get some kind of opportunity to get out all of her cute things and whatnot, without the girl being able to see them and... well, think that she wasn't actually as rude as she posed to be.	'What I play is art! Nobody has the right to say otherwise!' Hiiragi Sangu 17 Year 2 Can sing decently. Knows how to play guitar really well, though she is more inclined to playing things like Metal and Rock. In the range of non-school-related skills, and despite not looking like it, neither liking to admit it, Sangu is also skilled at cooking and baking. Guitarist/Back-up Vocals The eldest daughter of the powerful Hiiragi Commercial Group, Sangu had manners and whatnot drilled into her head as if there wasn't an end to it. She was trained to become the perfect heir for the next generation of the Hiiragi group, to become the head of the huge group that had reign over a lot of malls, supermarkets and whatnot, and she was on the correct path to do so, and the whole executive committee was in accordance to it, even using the part of her being a woman as another to promote the group, putting them as a company pro-woman rights. The only problem? Sangu had other plans herself. She had heard before that her now stern father had also his own rebellious stage, and all of his, let's call it, dark past, was now put away in a single room that could only be opened with the key he always kept around his neck, as he called it his 'treasure'. When Sangu had become a promising candidate to become the heir, her father gave her the key he jealously kept hidden away from everyone else, saying it was time for his daughter to see the treasure he had been keeping to himself for a while now. What Sangu found in there was surprising. It was a completely black room, adorned with lots of Gothic ornaments that gave the whole room a... somewhat eerie aura. Nevertheless, though, Sangu felt... strangely peaceful. All of her life, she hadn't had any kind of music classes, under the fear of her steering away from the path others wished for her to go down, and boy, were they assumptions right on. Inside the black room her father often called his treasure were a lot of things, between which she found: a pair of headphones, several CD's, some older than others, in fact, some of them seemed new, and more importantly, a guitar. It seemed terribly uncomfortable though. And that's how she started. Sangu started hearing to the discs her father had gathered. Her breath was taken away and her soul felt in sync with the beats. They were all Heavy Metal, Rock, Punk and many other kinds of bands, it was something rare for one of them to be even if slightly calm, but even so, Sangu felt that those violent beats, those sick solo guitars and those throat shredding voices were the best thing ever. She wanted more. She wanted to learn how to play the guitar. She didn't care anymore about the prestige of her family. She just wanted to let her soul be heard with the tune of a guitar. And as expected, her parents, more specifically, her mother, were against it. Completely against it. She just couldn't let her daughter throw away her time spent training to become the perfect heir just because the little missy wanted to play guitar now. A big fight ensued. Sangu, lastly, decided to leave her house. Her father, though, understanding her feelings and even though he didn't want to see her go, supported her fully in her decision. He made the arrengements and had her signed up in the academy, as well as preparing an apartment for her to live in and having everything in his dream room moved over to her new house. With a tearful farewell, Sangu decided to leave and make true her newly found dream, and put to good use her newly found talents. She bought another, more useful guitar, though. Passionate Foulmouthed Short tempered Bashful For lack of a better word, let's call it a 'cute-o-phile'
4,952	131	6	983	5,954	Another day, another year of Ongaku Academy. Had it been three years already since he had enrolled? Damn, time certainly flew by fast when no one is looking at it. Three years in Japan, away from his hometown and away from everyone he had known since he was only a child. It hasn't been easy to pretend that he wasn't homesick, but it's not like he didn't make any friends here...well...he's made a few, but to call him a popular guy is like saying that the sky is purple; it wasn't true. Sure he had been known on the student campus by many students though it was mostly ridicule and bullying from most of them due to his shy and rather no nonsense personality when it came to learning, even if it is the most mundane of subjects. Michael had arrived early to unpack his things and decorate his little space with posters of old movies such as Gone with the Wind,, Dirty Harry, and the God Father. What mostly took up the wall space was his massive record collection, ranging from Dave Van Ronk to Frank Sinatra to Stevie Wonder to Jimi Hendrix to Jeff Buckley, Wynton Marsalis, and so much more. He had taken it upon himself to build a bookcase that had not only contained the records that couldn't be hung up on his wall, but his massive array of books, a personal library that would make any librarian damn proud. In the previous couple of years, his experience with his roommates was dismal. One of them was smitten with him and didn't even bother to hide it, often flirting with him and wearing only his skivvies when they were in their dorm room. The other was just as awkward as Michael and they didn't say anything to each other in fear that they would both say something stupid. His hope was that this year he would have his own living space, but that would never be realized. There was the second bed that signified that he did indeed have his own roommate for this year. He could only pray that this year that this person would be at least decent. He just laid on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't stop thinking about what his roommate could be like. Sigh, no sense in worrying I guess. To take his mind of it, he grabbed his laptop from his bedside and turned it on. Perhaps playing a game would ease his mind?	Appearance] Add this later Michael Capanna 17 Year 3 Singing, writing, cooking, athletic Main and backing vocals/Songwriter Originally Michael was a kid born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. His father was from many generations of Italians that had immigrated to the United States and his mother was a rich girl from the Main Line, an affluent community in suburban Philadelphia. His birth was an unexpected one; his father had impregnated his mother when they were eighteen and the two were married out of wedlock. A year later he was born and his father had realized that he needed a job and begged his father in law for a job in the company he owned, thankfully getting one so he could support his wife and newly born son. Life had been simple; he went to school, had friends, and got good grades. It was when he was thirteen years old did he realize that he could sing and boy could he sing. The problem was that he was too shy to sing in front of people by himself so more often than he sang to himself unless someone simply walked in on him, embarrassing him instantly. Socially he always had some trouble with making friends. He was shy and found it hard to relate to a lot of the students that formed gangs and getting into fights that would involve having teachers ripping hordes of students away from each other. For most of his life people could describe him as anxious and even depressed. At some point he became suicidal, but got help from the school that provided him with a hospital that could refer him to mental health facility. What happened in the following weeks were things that he'd rather not talk about. When Michael turned 17, his father's job required him to move to Japan and Michael used this as a chance to enter the famous school that he had heard much about. It could be a fresh new start for him. Five Words to Describe Character: Shy, too nice, dense, music junkie, book junkie
4,953	131	7	88	121	The public bus had dropped Goro off a couple blocks from the school. After saying his goodbyes to his family, he boarded a bus on a one way ticket to the Academy. The ride was uneventful, boring, and long. Goro could barely stay still in his seat, and would always try making conversations with people on the bus. Noticing the people really didn't want to talk, Goro backed off. Once the bus rolled to a stop, Goro grabbed his giant suitcase and got off the bus. Fishing into his pocket, he found a small piece of paper that had directions to the Academy once he got off the bus, and his dorm room number. Reading the directions carefully, Goro found his way to the Academy after a few minutes. Upon reaching the gate, he looked around the courtyard. Many kids were hugging their parents goodbye, or chatting among other students. Many had suitcases to signify that they haven't made it to their dorm room yet. Reading the piece of paper again, Goro started to make his way up the stairs to the dorm hallways. Upon reaching the Dorm floor, Goro started his journey to actually find the room. A couple of minutes went by, and finally he found the room. The door already creaked open a little bit, Goro put his eye through the little crack to see if anyone was in there. Sitting on the bed was another student, he seemed to be doing something on his laptop. Goro stood back from the door for a couple seconds, before taking a deep breathe and kicking the door open all the way. Throwing his suitcase on the empty bed, Goro turned to the student on the bed. "Hello there! You must be my roommate! I'm Goro Kenichi! What's your name? What's your talent? What are you doing on your laptop?...." Goro asked more and more questions, not giving the student a chance to speak. Goro always got extra excited when he met someone new, and this wasn't a exception. Since they were going to be living together for a long period of time, Goro was bouncing off the walls excited to meet his roommate.	Goro Kenichi 16 Year 2 Drumming, Writing Drummer Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it. It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man. "Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play." After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!" about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen. Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
4,954	131	8	918	155	Hurry up. We are going to be late. Hiro snapped at his driver, folding his arms and huffing slightly as he peered out of the car window, foot tapping impatiently. They had been driving for at least an hour in order to get to the academy and Hiro was starting to question whether that nagging sensation in his stomach was simply boredom from the long drive or whether he was actually nervous about starting a new school. He tried to distract himself by judging the bystanders on the pavement, a personal favourite past-time of his, but was struggling to keep focus. He had spent all night deciding which of his precious possessions he would bring with him. He had seen pictures of what constituted as a room at the Academy, which was at least a quarter of the size of his room at home, and knew he only needed to bring the most important things. Of course, there was his clothing and his laptop (top of the range, naturally) but he had trouble narrowing down his collections of gadgets and electronics. He finally settled on simply bringing a nice set of speakers wired to a docking station for his iPod that he had built himself and a mixing board that he messed around with when he was truly bored. It wasn't much, but he knew he could survive living the student life, part of him even believed it would be an 'adventure'. After what felt like an eternity in the car and a short strength unpacking his bags from the car, Hiro finally found himself walking into the main building, carrying more baggage than most of the new students. He had penned his dorm number on the back of his hand in case he forgot, but he had spent the last week drilling it into his mind. Hiro's eyes darted across the courtyard as he took large demanding strides across. Unsurprisingly, the school's populous mostly consisted of what Hiro considered 'artsy types', the kind that looked unclean, uncivilized and would most probably spend their adult days serving coffee or whatever. In his mind, he was certainly the most civilized of the bunch. He walked proudly, aware of a few people looking his way as he strode through the doors like he owned the joint, to be perfectly honest, Hiro adored the attention. After ten minutes or so of navigating the building based on a recollection of a map he had glanced at, Hiro eventually stood within eyesight of his dorm room's door. He hadn't considered the fact that there was a chance he would have a roommate, the idea of which made him shudder. The rooms were going to be small enough, let alone sharing with someone else. The idea of someone else, using Hiro's things without his permission? It was quite possibly the scariest thing he had ever had to deal with. With a deep breath, Hiro took a confident stride into his new room and allowed himself a sigh of relief. There were two beds, but for now they were both empty. Hiro tossed his things onto one of the beds (of course, the nicer one) and began to unpack, starting by setting up the expensive speakers he had brought with him	Name: Hiro Mizuo Money? Trust me, that's not an issue Age: Sixteen Grade: Year three Role Wanted: #1 Fan Talents: Signing his name on cheques, electronics, large scale sound equipment, poetry and singing (although he prefers not to talk about the last two) Background: Hiro was raised by his family's wallet more so than his family itself. Being born to one of the country's more wealthy families will do that to a person. His father made it big in the recording industry when he was younger and his mother was a reasonably popular fashion designer, meaning that Hiro was raised around money. However, being as influential as they were, Hiro's parents fought constantly until one day when he was quite young, his mother left, taking a lot of his family's wealth with her. In order to maintain the standard of life his soiled son had been raised with, Hiro's father began to work more and more. He took Hiro with him to see his work whenever he could, teaching him as much as he could about speakers and recording music as he could, but in his later years he found himself spending more time with family in Scotland than his actual father. But, whilst visiting relatives in Scotland, he found himself falling in love with a lot of the language there, the way it looked on a page and the sound of it. He started to write himself, never really sharing his works with anyone else but showing real talent in what he did. It didn't take long for his Father to discover what his son was doing in his spare time and sent an application to the school (along with a sizeable 'donation') in order to allow his son to further his talents. It didn't take Hiro long to figure out how he got in though. He didn't protest, wishing to explore his poetry further, but resenting his Father somewhat. He promised that he would be as great as his Father one day, but he would do it without his Father's help... Well, excluding Hiro's access to his father's bank account of course. Five Words: Spoiled, Rebellious, Quick-tempered (I hyphenated it to make it one word, so it counts), Cocky and ... Uh... Has-a-deluded-sense-of-nobility (I really couldn't think of a single word for that...)
4,955	131	9	983	5,954	Well this guy was...energetic. He wasn't even in the room for more than one minute and he was already asking everything about him. What's next? What kind of underwear he was wearing...? Actually yeah, he hoped that this guy had the sense of privacy or else this would be just as bad as having that over eager flirt as a roommate. Then again, it was pretty rude of Goro to be asking all of these questions all at once without even waiting for a reply or even have the common courtesy to give Michael some breathing room. Still, he could forgive this overly energetic young man that must've been charged by the Energizer Bunny. Michael chuckled nervously and ruffled the back of his head, looking down towards the ground. He paused his game, The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth and shut his laptop so he could fully focus his attention. Um, heh heh, my name is Michael. I here as a singer...I guess. He cleared his throat and then asked his own question. ...Um...so...um...w-what are you here for?	Appearance] Add this later Michael Capanna 17 Year 3 Singing, writing, cooking, athletic Main and backing vocals/Songwriter Originally Michael was a kid born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. His father was from many generations of Italians that had immigrated to the United States and his mother was a rich girl from the Main Line, an affluent community in suburban Philadelphia. His birth was an unexpected one; his father had impregnated his mother when they were eighteen and the two were married out of wedlock. A year later he was born and his father had realized that he needed a job and begged his father in law for a job in the company he owned, thankfully getting one so he could support his wife and newly born son. Life had been simple; he went to school, had friends, and got good grades. It was when he was thirteen years old did he realize that he could sing and boy could he sing. The problem was that he was too shy to sing in front of people by himself so more often than he sang to himself unless someone simply walked in on him, embarrassing him instantly. Socially he always had some trouble with making friends. He was shy and found it hard to relate to a lot of the students that formed gangs and getting into fights that would involve having teachers ripping hordes of students away from each other. For most of his life people could describe him as anxious and even depressed. At some point he became suicidal, but got help from the school that provided him with a hospital that could refer him to mental health facility. What happened in the following weeks were things that he'd rather not talk about. When Michael turned 17, his father's job required him to move to Japan and Michael used this as a chance to enter the famous school that he had heard much about. It could be a fresh new start for him. Five Words to Describe Character: Shy, too nice, dense, music junkie, book junkie
4,956	131	10	302	2,579	Fukatsu looked at Hiiragi. "I'm Fukatsu Saito." Fakatsu said nothing more. Her attention had been caught by the amp the girl had brought with her. That and the guitar. Such beautiful works of art. Far more appealing than their owner. Not that Hiiragi wasn't charming, Fukatsu just didn't care for living, breathing things. But the sound the guitar would make would be beautiful. Fukatsu smiled slightly, still gazing at the amp, from where she sat on her bed. Her hand clenching tighter around her wrench, feeling the urge to fix something. Part of her wished it needed fixing, another part of her was livid at the thought of something so beautiful, like Hiiragi's guitar being damaged. Fukatsu wiped the smile from her face. No. She must let others know. She would be a bit of a freak. She was known for being cold. Not many people knew of her proficiency on fixing. It was also a pretty useless talent in a school like this one.	Maybe I'm alone because I want to be. Fukatsu Saito 16 Year 3 Mechanics, Fixing Items Fan Fukatsu spent a lot of time around cars as a child. She spent copious amounts of time with her father, learning to fix almost anythings. Her mother was always at work so her father was her most trusted parent. But she loved fixing things, from cars to instruments to spotlights. It gave her a sense of fulfillment knowing that she can help from behind the scenes. But fixing things gave her a live for music as well. Her father would play the radio while working and Fukatsu was almost always with him. Away from other children, Fukatsu's social skills never developed. She liked inanimate objects more that people. But music was something Fukatsu couldn't leave behind. At school Fukatsu earned the nickname 'Ice Heart' as a result of her cold behavior. She was never going to be girly. She lacked a mother's touch in her fashion. But being accepted to Ongaku Academy was great for Fukatsu. To her it was a chance to help people with the opportunities to be famous from behind the scenes. Trustworthy Honest Loyal Tomboy Loner
4,957	131	11	1,986	352	The First Day: An Intro to Ongaku It did not take Tatsuya long to make herself at home. She kicked off her boots and settled on her bedspread, humming, maybe even purring. Her moms wanted to make sure her room looked exactly like her room back at home so she wouldn't feel homesick. Honestly, home hadn't even crossed her mind for the whole duration of the trip to Ongaku, nor during the time spent staring at the ceiling. The only sound that brought her out of her peaceful trance was a buzzing inside of her pocket. Eyes wide, alert, Tatsuya took her iPhone out and stared broodingly at the name on the screen. Michio. At the message, she rolled her eyes and began to type in characters, but shortly after, she got another text. Her heart stopped. Tsukino. Her two dear friends from childhood were rooming together. In a mass and fit of giggles, Tatsuya began typing away, a funny grin curved in her lips. Right ahead of ya, sucker! >w< I got here two hours ago. And yeah, that's Tsuki-san! I'll see you two dolls at the dinner. ^w^ Get acquainted and stuff! And send. Tatsuya relaxed, but once again tensed whenever she heard a quick, harsh knocking at the door. And then, a voice. The girl stood, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at what her.. assumed roommate had said. She grinned funnily again, walking over to the door and tugging it open, finding a pink-haired girl standing in the hallway. This was the piano prodigy? "What the hell are you talking about? Gosh, come on, this is your room too." As though they were already good friends, Tatsuya took the girl's hand and dragged her inside the strawberry-scented lair. "Paris Uzumaki, huh?" Tatsuya frowned, tipping her head. "That's a weird first name. It sounds fancy, though. Paris." Tatsuya chuckled, turning towards her and taking a small, quick bow. "I'm Tatsuya Aika and starting today, I'm your roommate! Nice to meet you!" ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Tsukino pushed up his glasses, taking a seat on his already-made, grey bed. His own side of the room was not much. It had a desk with paper and notes scrawled all over it. Probably the most noticeable thing was a shelf absolutely stacked with a disarray of books and journals. Tsukino noticed the younger boy texting someone, and he smiled in a fox-like way at his question, nodding. Michio. Or as Tatsuya called him, "Mi-kun", which Tsukino found to be very Tatsuya-like. Oh, how famous she was for giving people she liked or loved nicknames. In Japan, it might have been considered disrespectful to give them so early, but her cute, girlish looks usually let her get away with a lot of stuff. Tsukino's green eyes peered up at Michio over the rims of his glasses. He had known Tatsuya longer than anyone at the Academy, surely. "Yes, Tatsuya-chan is a good friend of me. And I know very well that she is more than a good friend of yours, hm?" His tone was nonchalant and light-hearted as usual. He pushed up his glasses again. "Her mother, Akira-san, worked for my family as a maid when Tatsuya-chan was about nine or ten, so we became friends." Observing him, Tsukino sat up a bit, leaning against the bed board. "She called me the day she was accepted in the Academy and mentioned that you were accepted too. It's funny how this whole roommate thing worked out, huh?" Tsukino stood, stretching his arms and yawning. "But anyway, enough about her. We'll have plenty of time to talk to her during the dinner. In the meantime, what are you in here for? I bet it's something smart. You look smart." He innocently put his hands behind his back.	(What your character sounds like) (Totally optional) (ex. Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4) (ex. Can sing, draw, has all Pokemon names memorized, etc..) (Basically one of the reasons you're at the Academy) (ex. Rhythm Guitarist, Drummer, etc..) "It doesn't really matter how slow you go; as long as you don't stop!" Tatsuya "Ta-Chan" Aika 16 Year 2 Tatsuya is an accomplished singer and guitarist, though she prefers electric guitar. Lead Singer/Guitarist Tatsuya grew up with two moms, who wanted their daughter to be heavily involved in activities. Tatsuya was placed in soccer, dancing, tuba lessons, piano, drawing, and any other activity to keep her well-rounded. They were proud that their daughter could juggle it all quite well, and being an only child, they were heavily invested in her. However, the day Tatsuya picked up a guitar sealed her fate. She was hooked, so much that she neglected the rest of her activities. Her mothers were fine with it, because they were quite impressed with her abilities as well. Wishing to break free of the boring life of public school, Tatsuya auditioned for Ongaku with her best friend, and grew ecstatic when they were both accepted. There, she hopes to be the leader of a rocking, rebellious band! 1. Confident 2. Optimistic 3. Enthusiastic 4. Stubborn 5. Kind of Stupid Tsukino Yorushi 18 Year 4 Writing and Acting Band Fan/Aid in Writing Songs Like most students from Ongaku Academy, Tsukino is from a prestigious, wealthy family with a strict father and a distant mother. Though disapproving of his talents, his father is still loving and grudgingly allows him to follow his dreams. That is, in exchange for hard work of course. Tsukino is a seasoned student of Ongaku and is like everyone's big brother. He is often asked to give tours and help students adjust. He initially knew Tatsuya from one of her mothers working as a maid in his household, so they kept in touch and he is quite supportive of her idea for pitching up a band. 1. Calm 2. Reassured 3. Wise 4. Intelligent 5. Open-minded
4,958	131	12	1,570	4,104	Paris was slightly taken back when the door flung open and she was greeted by her room mate. Her lips parted to apologize again but was interrupted by the girl, "What the hell are you talking about? Gosh, come on, this is your room too." Paris was shocked this girl was speaking to her like this. She wasn't offended in the slightest, but shocked and a bit scared.. if anything. Before Paris had a moment to speak she was taken by the hand and brought- no dragged into the room. The smell of strawberry invaded her nostrils. It was overwhelming, but in a good way. The two dropped hands as Paris peered around the room. The girl had already decorated her side of the dorm with multiple shades of pink. The opposite of the dull empty side that belonged to Paris. Placing her travel bag and suitcase on the bed, she turned as Tatsuya was coming up from her bow. This girl's charm would be something Paris' mother would be giddy over. Heat traveled to her chubby cheeks as she blushed and returned a small curtsy. "It's really my pleasure to meet you!" Paris chirped, smiling and nodding. "I'm very glad to see you like pink" the girl added in, giving a small gesture to her hair as she began unzipping bags and pulling items out, placing them very precisely. "As for my name.." Paris started, a bit embarrassed that Tatsuya thought her name was odd, fancy- but odd. "Let's just say my mother is really into french things." Paris explained, dumping the last of her items. Paris quickly realized she did not have many decorative items. Her parents weren't very much into knick knacks or things that brought too much color into any space, as it would be too 'distracting'. Her parents about died when she came home with a head of pink hair, but eventually her mother found a 'cute' aesthetic too it, and now it had become mandatory. Which made it lose all of it's original fun. Even now unpacked the two sides of the rooms we're quite opposite. Paris bit her bottom lip thinking of what to say next before safely asking, "What are you studying at the academy?"	Awww Mom! Please don't call me creampuff... not in front of my friends! Paris Uzumaki 16 Year 2 The Pianist Quite polished classical piano player, though she has a secret passion for hip hop dancing. Born on a frigid winter morning, Paris was given her names when her mother demanded that Paris' father run and gather a pastry from the nearest bakery. From that moment on she would be known to her family as their little cream puff. (She hates this nickname that they can not let go.) Paris was raised in a fairly well off family. Her father was a rampant and very busy business man and her mother had the luxury of staying home and bossing around raising Paris. Paris' mother just wanted her daughter to prim and crisp example of a young woman. She dressed her daughter in dresses as often as possible and made sure her hair was brushed and her nails clean and polished. She got her started on playing the piano at around preschool age and was very strict that she practiced every single day after finishing school work. Entering the academy was the highlight of Mrs. Uzumaki's life. Her daughter now had paper work. PAPER WORK! Mrs. Uzumaki made sure to grab plenty of brochures and pamphlets so she could show her friends and husband's colleagues later. Paris rolled her eyes before resting on a group of older students. Hip hop dancers. Paris was in awe. Their movements were so skilled and polished. Something the girl had very well developed within her finger tips but not her entire body. Taken out of trance by her mother's grip. "Those are the people I want you to stay away from ESPECIALLY." she emphasized, shaking her head in disappointment. Paris nodded but her heart longed to be in that scene. It is now Paris' second year at the Ongaku Academy and she is still on a steady path to perfect her piano skills and continue to impress her parents. She's a little boy crazy cause she's a silly daydreaming' teenager- but she has not even had her first boyfriend or kiss yet. Well Manicured. Daydreamer. Gullible. Friendly. Easily Excited.
4,959	131	13	1,712	2,118	Michio nodded as his roommate spoke, taking a seat on his own bed. He remembered the stretch of time in which one of Tatsuya's mothers was working as a maid. Michio had just been starting to work in the front of his parents' shop at that point, where before then all his work had been behind the scenes, mostly counting inventory and running to check if things were in stock. "Ah yes, I remember you now, or your name anyway. She was always quick at making friends. And yes, Tatsuya and I have been dear friends for nearly as long as I can remember." A ghost of a grin crossed his face as he thought over some fond memories. "She might as well be a sister to me." The thought of nicknames must have crossed his mind the same time it crossed Tsukino's; Tatsuya had started calling him Mi-kun almost immediately, and she'd been the only one to continually -kun, -chan or -san him since. He never gave nicknames himself either - perhaps a side effect of working retail for as long as you could reliably count. But, pushing that somewhat embarrassing thought aside, Michio continued, wringing his hands together. "Yeah, funny how it all worked out. Small world I suppose, I can only imagine the sick satisfaction Tatsuya's getting right about now." Tsukino's next comment elicited a laugh, and a lightened smile. "Yes, enough about her. After all, at dinner we'll be lucky to get a word in edgewise. I feel for whatever poor girl got her as a roommate, it's a hell of a lot to get used to." Despite his lighthearted complaints, any chump could hear the fondness in his voice and know he didn't mean a word unkindly. "But anyway, I'm technically here for classical violin and piano, and some composing and theory. But uh..." he looked to his computer, knowing that behind the swirling screen savers were countless incomplete scores that he spent too much time tweaking to progress, and numerous homemade techno tracks that were mixed to a point where they were little more than fleeting white noise with beats like hammer falls and bass lines you could swim in. "...I'd like to consider myself more of a new-age music person. I mean I can appreciate classical and all, but I'm not exactly cramming my phone with Mozart." He chuckled, more of a filler sound than anything. "Thank you for the compliment, by the way." He dipped his head curtly to the boy opposite. He felt his phone buzz in is pocket and glanced at it, the message rolling across the screen. Dubbing it safe to leave unanswered, he quickly tucked it away, not wanting to seem rude right off the bat. "Anyway, what are you here for? You're clearly a returning student, and by the looks of that shelf I'd say it has something to do with literature. Or are you forever the elusive mystery, and I'm shooting in the dark?"	Michio Ueno (this is an old image I drew for another RP. The reason for the negative colour and transparency was because he was a ghost in this RP h e h. The blurry grey spot next to his eye was a bruise as well, ignore it. Sorry about the weird image!) Michio stands heads above a crowd at a height of 6'4. His hair is black and his eyes are a muted grey. His skin is olive, taking after his father, but he has a few patches of skin lacking pigment, birthmarks. The largest ones are on his neck/face (spanning. From his right collarbone to his right jawbone) and on his left hip (about the size of a large hand). 17 Year 3 Michio excels at piano and violin, is educated in musical theory, knows his way around a computer and speaks three languages. Manager/Tech Editor (possibly) Michio was born in Japan to a French Canadian mother and a Japanese father. He was raised speaking three languages, these being English, French and Japanese. His parents met in Japan while his mother was visiting a friend, where she ended up marrying Michio's father and settling down. From there, they opened a music store, and shortly afterward, Michio was born. Michio grew up independent, being seen by his parents more as a burden than anything else. When he was about ten, he became an employee at his parents' shop, and the moment he showed any kind of musical talent, his parents shoved it down his throat. They pushed him to improve, particularly at violin and piano, letting nothing but perfection satisfy them. While Michio found it to be a chore, he worked at it nonetheless, as only when he was excelling in music did it feel as if his parents cared for him. Otherwise, they treated him more like an employee than a son. When he wasn't working or practicing his instruments under scrutiny from his parents, Michio was in his room, working with the computers he'd built in his (rare) spare time. Though he felt his future was with technology, he did develop a love of music and its effect on people. He was more than happy to apply to Ongaku with Tatsuya. They'd practically grown up together, and in that time he'd taken the role of equal parts brother and caretaker, always keeping an eye on her and terrified that something might happen to her, or that she might get herself into trouble. She was, to him, the only real family he had, and he cherished and protected her like a sister. So when the letter of acceptance arrived from Ongaku, Michio was ecstatic. Not only could he accompany his best friend to the most prestigious musical academy in Japan, but he hopes that through the academy, he can earn his parents' approval. Intelligent Innovative Protective Reserved Organized
4,960	131	14	993	1,646	Seeing the other girl, Fukatsu or something was her name, almost drooling while she saw her things, Hiiragi couldn't help but be taken aback a bit. It was creepy, to be honest, and Hiiragi felt a bit offended at how she was gazing at her guitar, and tightly grasped a wrench between her hands. Yeah.... she seemed to be thinking on how to put apart her guitar. If it wasn't that, then it was probably damn close to it. She started being defensive, as she put herself in front of her guitar while frowning at the girl in front of her. "Did ya lose something? What you staring at with those grredy eyes?" She couldn't help but ask. It scared her that the girl would try to do something to her amp or even worse, her guitar, at night. That was not about to happen, not as long as she was there to stop her from massacring her beloved. "J-just so you know, I am not letting you do anything weird with my things! I-if you are thinking about breaking apart my guitar, I-I won't forgive you you know! It is the messenger of my soul!" Of course, what she just said wasn't something she should have said. Her face blushed after she realised what she had just said. Even so, it only got her more angry. "Anyway! If you touch my things, I'm totally going to end you, all right?! You keep your wrench away from my things and we'll live in here nicely, all right!?" She didn't drop her hostile attitude and was ready to throw herself in the way of the girl should it be needed at any time. She just didn't trust someone looking like that at her guitar with a wrench in her hand.	'What I play is art! Nobody has the right to say otherwise!' Hiiragi Sangu 17 Year 2 Can sing decently. Knows how to play guitar really well, though she is more inclined to playing things like Metal and Rock. In the range of non-school-related skills, and despite not looking like it, neither liking to admit it, Sangu is also skilled at cooking and baking. Guitarist/Back-up Vocals The eldest daughter of the powerful Hiiragi Commercial Group, Sangu had manners and whatnot drilled into her head as if there wasn't an end to it. She was trained to become the perfect heir for the next generation of the Hiiragi group, to become the head of the huge group that had reign over a lot of malls, supermarkets and whatnot, and she was on the correct path to do so, and the whole executive committee was in accordance to it, even using the part of her being a woman as another to promote the group, putting them as a company pro-woman rights. The only problem? Sangu had other plans herself. She had heard before that her now stern father had also his own rebellious stage, and all of his, let's call it, dark past, was now put away in a single room that could only be opened with the key he always kept around his neck, as he called it his 'treasure'. When Sangu had become a promising candidate to become the heir, her father gave her the key he jealously kept hidden away from everyone else, saying it was time for his daughter to see the treasure he had been keeping to himself for a while now. What Sangu found in there was surprising. It was a completely black room, adorned with lots of Gothic ornaments that gave the whole room a... somewhat eerie aura. Nevertheless, though, Sangu felt... strangely peaceful. All of her life, she hadn't had any kind of music classes, under the fear of her steering away from the path others wished for her to go down, and boy, were they assumptions right on. Inside the black room her father often called his treasure were a lot of things, between which she found: a pair of headphones, several CD's, some older than others, in fact, some of them seemed new, and more importantly, a guitar. It seemed terribly uncomfortable though. And that's how she started. Sangu started hearing to the discs her father had gathered. Her breath was taken away and her soul felt in sync with the beats. They were all Heavy Metal, Rock, Punk and many other kinds of bands, it was something rare for one of them to be even if slightly calm, but even so, Sangu felt that those violent beats, those sick solo guitars and those throat shredding voices were the best thing ever. She wanted more. She wanted to learn how to play the guitar. She didn't care anymore about the prestige of her family. She just wanted to let her soul be heard with the tune of a guitar. And as expected, her parents, more specifically, her mother, were against it. Completely against it. She just couldn't let her daughter throw away her time spent training to become the perfect heir just because the little missy wanted to play guitar now. A big fight ensued. Sangu, lastly, decided to leave her house. Her father, though, understanding her feelings and even though he didn't want to see her go, supported her fully in her decision. He made the arrengements and had her signed up in the academy, as well as preparing an apartment for her to live in and having everything in his dream room moved over to her new house. With a tearful farewell, Sangu decided to leave and make true her newly found dream, and put to good use her newly found talents. She bought another, more useful guitar, though. Passionate Foulmouthed Short tempered Bashful For lack of a better word, let's call it a 'cute-o-phile'
4,961	131	15	88	121	Goro looked down to the student on the bed, watching him as he started to laugh a little bit and rub the back of his neck. "Um, heh heh, my name is Michael. I here as a singer...I guess." Micheal answered, and closing down his laptop. "You're a singer? That's so cool! What do you mean you guess though? If you made it into this academy for singing there is no guessing. You have a real talent!" Goro yelled aloud, a smile starting to form at his lips. Goro pulled out a pair of worn down brown drumsticks. "I'm here because of these, and I'm going to make the big time because of these." Goro put the drumsticks to his lips and gave them a quick kiss before starting to air drum, making sound effects after every wrist movement. Goro stopped air drumming after a couple seconds, before sticking out his chest, and putting both hands on his hips, making a very superhero-like pose. "Pretty neat huh?" Goro then walked over to his suitcase on his bed, and started to take out his clothes. Opening his drawers and throwing all of the clothes in there very disorganized and quickly.	Goro Kenichi 16 Year 2 Drumming, Writing Drummer Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it. It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man. "Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play." After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!" about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen. Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
4,962	131	16	302	2,579	I won't break your guitar or amp' Fukatsu sighed, putting down her wrench. Sure, she wouldn't break the amp or guitar. But if they were broken, she would fix them. Feeling the urge to meddle with something rising, Fukatsu grabbed a box from her bag, popping it open. Inside the box were little broken toys. From race cars, to remote controlled helicopters, to tamagotchis or DSs. She grabbed a black DS and some tools and began to disassemble. The DS belonged to a kid she had met over the summer. He had said it had broken and that it was going to be sold, so Fukatsu said that she would fix it and return it. She took it apart with small precise movements, her hands hiding whatever she was doing. But after a short time she began to reassemble it, putting it back in the box before grabbing a remote control car. Fukatsu began to dissemble this toy as well, feeling her urge to fix things calm.	Maybe I'm alone because I want to be. Fukatsu Saito 16 Year 3 Mechanics, Fixing Items Fan Fukatsu spent a lot of time around cars as a child. She spent copious amounts of time with her father, learning to fix almost anythings. Her mother was always at work so her father was her most trusted parent. But she loved fixing things, from cars to instruments to spotlights. It gave her a sense of fulfillment knowing that she can help from behind the scenes. But fixing things gave her a live for music as well. Her father would play the radio while working and Fukatsu was almost always with him. Away from other children, Fukatsu's social skills never developed. She liked inanimate objects more that people. But music was something Fukatsu couldn't leave behind. At school Fukatsu earned the nickname 'Ice Heart' as a result of her cold behavior. She was never going to be girly. She lacked a mother's touch in her fashion. But being accepted to Ongaku Academy was great for Fukatsu. To her it was a chance to help people with the opportunities to be famous from behind the scenes. Trustworthy Honest Loyal Tomboy Loner
4,963	131	17	1,986	352	The First Day: An Intro to Ongaku This girl was.. moe. Her hair was dyed pink and she was polite. She probably would do very good service being a maid at a cafe! Then again, students who dedicated their lives to music or whatever they were at Ongaku for, usually did not have a part-time job unless they wanted to exhaust themselves. She had heard horror stories from students collapsing on the way to class. Tatsuya's hazel eyes scanned the girl once more, and she relaxed into her own bed, watching as Paris unpacked her things. Another thing was, Paris kind of calmed the air down a bit right off the bat. In a way, Paris made her alert and on her toes. Not because of Paris herself, but because of their surroundings. Tatsuya felt.. obliged to help her, protect her. She was just so moe! How could Tatsuya not? Then again.. she dyed her hair pink. She must have some kind of rebellious streak. Or she was dumb, which would give her a hard time getting into the Academy in the first place. So. Paris Uzumaki dyed her hair pink because she liked pink, and her mother was into French things. "Eh? What am I studying? O-Oh, I'm studying singing and guitar!" There were probably more technical terms for it that her mother liked to brag to the neighbors about, but as far as Tatsuya was concerned, singing and guitar was the reason she was there. "And I know why you're here! Aren't you some piano prodigy or something? I read that you were!" She grinned, crossing her arms. "Hey, they're having a big dinner to welcome all the newbies this year, and if you don't already know someone here, you should sit with my friends and me! They'd be glad to have you." They better be damn glad to have her. She was a moe maid after all! And she was really pretty! Maybe Michio would finally get a girlfriend. Or Tsukino. But Tsukino would absolutely butcher Paris' confidence, Tatsuya felt. The girl watched her unpack, a twinkle in her eye. Hmm.. Maybe the first potential possibility for her new idea. A piano prodigy. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ The more they spoke of Tatsuya, the more comfortable around his roommate Tsukino felt. He was comfortable anyway given his superior, senior status, but they had something in common and that was a girl that caused them absolute hell. A girl they both loved. Tsukino grinned, leaning back against his headboard and shutting his eyes. Hm. Michio-san might just be qualified to become a new character in his upcoming novel. "Classical violin and piano, huh? And composing and theory?" That was rather common, nothing out of the ordinary in Japan. He could have sworn two roommates ago, that was what his first year roommate was there for. Maybe his first year roommate was less talented than this Michio. Even if he was calm and reserved, he had this air around him that Tsukino couldn't exactly pinpoint, and that was saying a lot considering Tsukino was golden at reading people. Is that why you like Tatsuya? Because you've felt pain too? Tsukino abruptly stopped himself, his thoughts, his body movements. "Well, that's rather noble. I bet we even have the same taste in music too. I'm the same way." He chuckled, and when asked of his own talents, Tsukino took a deep breath, setting his hands on his lap. "No elusive mystery here. You're correct. I am here for writing and acting. I also draw a bit too, mostly manga for Tatsuya-chan, but I would have rather attended here for acting than drawing, you know?" Tsukino observed his roommate with an intrigued gleam in his eye, clearing his throat. "Anything I should know about you before we get down to this roommates thing? Any allergies? I eat a lot of junk food and stay up a lot, so if that's a problem, I'll change easily."	(What your character sounds like) (Totally optional) (ex. Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4) (ex. Can sing, draw, has all Pokemon names memorized, etc..) (Basically one of the reasons you're at the Academy) (ex. Rhythm Guitarist, Drummer, etc..) "It doesn't really matter how slow you go; as long as you don't stop!" Tatsuya "Ta-Chan" Aika 16 Year 2 Tatsuya is an accomplished singer and guitarist, though she prefers electric guitar. Lead Singer/Guitarist Tatsuya grew up with two moms, who wanted their daughter to be heavily involved in activities. Tatsuya was placed in soccer, dancing, tuba lessons, piano, drawing, and any other activity to keep her well-rounded. They were proud that their daughter could juggle it all quite well, and being an only child, they were heavily invested in her. However, the day Tatsuya picked up a guitar sealed her fate. She was hooked, so much that she neglected the rest of her activities. Her mothers were fine with it, because they were quite impressed with her abilities as well. Wishing to break free of the boring life of public school, Tatsuya auditioned for Ongaku with her best friend, and grew ecstatic when they were both accepted. There, she hopes to be the leader of a rocking, rebellious band! 1. Confident 2. Optimistic 3. Enthusiastic 4. Stubborn 5. Kind of Stupid Tsukino Yorushi 18 Year 4 Writing and Acting Band Fan/Aid in Writing Songs Like most students from Ongaku Academy, Tsukino is from a prestigious, wealthy family with a strict father and a distant mother. Though disapproving of his talents, his father is still loving and grudgingly allows him to follow his dreams. That is, in exchange for hard work of course. Tsukino is a seasoned student of Ongaku and is like everyone's big brother. He is often asked to give tours and help students adjust. He initially knew Tatsuya from one of her mothers working as a maid in his household, so they kept in touch and he is quite supportive of her idea for pitching up a band. 1. Calm 2. Reassured 3. Wise 4. Intelligent 5. Open-minded
4,964	131	18	983	5,954	Holy shit was Goro the lovechild of cocaine and Red Bull? Out of all the people he had met in the academy in his three years in Ongaku, this guy was the most energetic that he had ever met. And a drummer no less! It was like he was born for the role of a drummer; not just because he was talented, but this guy kept bouncing off the walls like a drummer slamming the drumsticks down as fast and rapidly as he could when playing on a speedy tempo. At this point Michael was worried that this guy would drink too much caffeine during the dinner and literally bounce off the walls like a Looney Toons character....Actually he probably would go Taz the Tasmanian Devil on him and create a vortex of absolute destruction. "Um yeah...that is neat." Michael could only watch in dismay of Goro putting his clothes away sloppily. He could only imagine just sloppy his new roommate was really going to be. By god he wasn't going to clean up after him although what if Goro never decided to clean up? Would he be forced to take action and tidy the dorm room? Oh the horror! To take that unpleasant thought off his mind he decided to change topics. "Er, did you hear that there holding a large dinner this year? It'll probably be something straight out of Harry Potter."	Appearance] Add this later Michael Capanna 17 Year 3 Singing, writing, cooking, athletic Main and backing vocals/Songwriter Originally Michael was a kid born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. His father was from many generations of Italians that had immigrated to the United States and his mother was a rich girl from the Main Line, an affluent community in suburban Philadelphia. His birth was an unexpected one; his father had impregnated his mother when they were eighteen and the two were married out of wedlock. A year later he was born and his father had realized that he needed a job and begged his father in law for a job in the company he owned, thankfully getting one so he could support his wife and newly born son. Life had been simple; he went to school, had friends, and got good grades. It was when he was thirteen years old did he realize that he could sing and boy could he sing. The problem was that he was too shy to sing in front of people by himself so more often than he sang to himself unless someone simply walked in on him, embarrassing him instantly. Socially he always had some trouble with making friends. He was shy and found it hard to relate to a lot of the students that formed gangs and getting into fights that would involve having teachers ripping hordes of students away from each other. For most of his life people could describe him as anxious and even depressed. At some point he became suicidal, but got help from the school that provided him with a hospital that could refer him to mental health facility. What happened in the following weeks were things that he'd rather not talk about. When Michael turned 17, his father's job required him to move to Japan and Michael used this as a chance to enter the famous school that he had heard much about. It could be a fresh new start for him. Five Words to Describe Character: Shy, too nice, dense, music junkie, book junkie
4,965	131	19	1,570	4,104	Eh? What am I studying? O-Oh, I'm studying singing and guitar! The few seconds that had lasted between Paris' question and Tatsuya's answer seemed like hours. Mostly because Paris was albeit a bit nervous about offending her new room mate. She had gotten lucky last year after all with the mute artist she was paired with. Tatsuya was definitely not mute. Nodding at the girl's answer, Paris gave a small cheeky grin and plopped down on her bed- mirroring what Tatsuya was doing. Quickly she pulled her legs up underneath her before being spoken to again. "And I know why you're here! Aren't you some piano prodigy or something? I read that you were!" Paris cringed as her eyes widened, "Oh! I'm no prodigy!" she exclaimed, her hands waving in front of her declining the compliment. She felt very far from the 'prodigy' category, even though she was being a bit modest. "I am enrolled here for piano though- classical." she added, trying to sound not too pretentious. Staring back at her was a huge grin. Paris was frankly terrified. "Hey, they're having a big dinner to welcome all the newbies this year, and if you don't already know someone here, you should sit with my friends and me! They'd be glad to have you." Tatsuya said as a matter of fact. Paris had been attending the academy since last year and had eagerly attended the dinner her first time. She had made no type of friends since. "I-I would like that." Paris replied, nodding her head as her bright eyes creased joyfully. She hoped Tatsuya wasn't inviting her because she felt bad for. There was no real surprise that Tatsuya had already made friends too. Paris stared quietly as Tatsuya drifted off into another world, one Paris knew quite well- as the sparkle in her eye twinkled just right. Paris lifted a dainty hand to her lips and giggled softly, not wanting to bother the girl too much. Slipping off her bed she started taking the rest of her clothes and items and putting them in the appropriate drawers.	Awww Mom! Please don't call me creampuff... not in front of my friends! Paris Uzumaki 16 Year 2 The Pianist Quite polished classical piano player, though she has a secret passion for hip hop dancing. Born on a frigid winter morning, Paris was given her names when her mother demanded that Paris' father run and gather a pastry from the nearest bakery. From that moment on she would be known to her family as their little cream puff. (She hates this nickname that they can not let go.) Paris was raised in a fairly well off family. Her father was a rampant and very busy business man and her mother had the luxury of staying home and bossing around raising Paris. Paris' mother just wanted her daughter to prim and crisp example of a young woman. She dressed her daughter in dresses as often as possible and made sure her hair was brushed and her nails clean and polished. She got her started on playing the piano at around preschool age and was very strict that she practiced every single day after finishing school work. Entering the academy was the highlight of Mrs. Uzumaki's life. Her daughter now had paper work. PAPER WORK! Mrs. Uzumaki made sure to grab plenty of brochures and pamphlets so she could show her friends and husband's colleagues later. Paris rolled her eyes before resting on a group of older students. Hip hop dancers. Paris was in awe. Their movements were so skilled and polished. Something the girl had very well developed within her finger tips but not her entire body. Taken out of trance by her mother's grip. "Those are the people I want you to stay away from ESPECIALLY." she emphasized, shaking her head in disappointment. Paris nodded but her heart longed to be in that scene. It is now Paris' second year at the Ongaku Academy and she is still on a steady path to perfect her piano skills and continue to impress her parents. She's a little boy crazy cause she's a silly daydreaming' teenager- but she has not even had her first boyfriend or kiss yet. Well Manicured. Daydreamer. Gullible. Friendly. Easily Excited.
4,966	131	20	993	1,646	The girl didn't seem to like to talk. Yeah, Hiiragi wasn't good with those kinds of people. They seemed hostile but not actually hostile... if that made any sense. After Hiiragi saw her being all well, creepy with some of the things she was repairing, she decided it was better for her to bail before the girl started laughing creepily like an evil scientist. Why did she get this crazy girl as her roommate anyway? Did the teachers found it funny? Having a paranoid girl about her guitar and a dismantling freak in the same room seemed like a recipe for disaster. "Fine, knock yourself out! I'm out of here! And if I get back and see my guitar in any other place that isn't on her stand, I'm totally going to sue you!" Hiiragi said, before goinf to the door, opening it and then slamming it shut behind her. Ugh, she didn't know exactly why, but it got on her nerves like nothing else. All of that was just... stupid. Hiiragi was plenty sure that she wouldn't be able to get along with her. Maybe she needed to go find someone that shared her passion for metal and rock. There shouldn't be a shortage of those in this academy. "Now, where to start looking? The cafeteria? Any other place that isn't my room? Yeah, let's go with the second one."	'What I play is art! Nobody has the right to say otherwise!' Hiiragi Sangu 17 Year 2 Can sing decently. Knows how to play guitar really well, though she is more inclined to playing things like Metal and Rock. In the range of non-school-related skills, and despite not looking like it, neither liking to admit it, Sangu is also skilled at cooking and baking. Guitarist/Back-up Vocals The eldest daughter of the powerful Hiiragi Commercial Group, Sangu had manners and whatnot drilled into her head as if there wasn't an end to it. She was trained to become the perfect heir for the next generation of the Hiiragi group, to become the head of the huge group that had reign over a lot of malls, supermarkets and whatnot, and she was on the correct path to do so, and the whole executive committee was in accordance to it, even using the part of her being a woman as another to promote the group, putting them as a company pro-woman rights. The only problem? Sangu had other plans herself. She had heard before that her now stern father had also his own rebellious stage, and all of his, let's call it, dark past, was now put away in a single room that could only be opened with the key he always kept around his neck, as he called it his 'treasure'. When Sangu had become a promising candidate to become the heir, her father gave her the key he jealously kept hidden away from everyone else, saying it was time for his daughter to see the treasure he had been keeping to himself for a while now. What Sangu found in there was surprising. It was a completely black room, adorned with lots of Gothic ornaments that gave the whole room a... somewhat eerie aura. Nevertheless, though, Sangu felt... strangely peaceful. All of her life, she hadn't had any kind of music classes, under the fear of her steering away from the path others wished for her to go down, and boy, were they assumptions right on. Inside the black room her father often called his treasure were a lot of things, between which she found: a pair of headphones, several CD's, some older than others, in fact, some of them seemed new, and more importantly, a guitar. It seemed terribly uncomfortable though. And that's how she started. Sangu started hearing to the discs her father had gathered. Her breath was taken away and her soul felt in sync with the beats. They were all Heavy Metal, Rock, Punk and many other kinds of bands, it was something rare for one of them to be even if slightly calm, but even so, Sangu felt that those violent beats, those sick solo guitars and those throat shredding voices were the best thing ever. She wanted more. She wanted to learn how to play the guitar. She didn't care anymore about the prestige of her family. She just wanted to let her soul be heard with the tune of a guitar. And as expected, her parents, more specifically, her mother, were against it. Completely against it. She just couldn't let her daughter throw away her time spent training to become the perfect heir just because the little missy wanted to play guitar now. A big fight ensued. Sangu, lastly, decided to leave her house. Her father, though, understanding her feelings and even though he didn't want to see her go, supported her fully in her decision. He made the arrengements and had her signed up in the academy, as well as preparing an apartment for her to live in and having everything in his dream room moved over to her new house. With a tearful farewell, Sangu decided to leave and make true her newly found dream, and put to good use her newly found talents. She bought another, more useful guitar, though. Passionate Foulmouthed Short tempered Bashful For lack of a better word, let's call it a 'cute-o-phile'
4,967	131	21	88	121	A giant dinner you say? Goro asked, his interest starting to peak. "Straight out of Harry Potter?" Goro started to pace the room back and forth, "Oh man! Why didn't you say anything before, I'm starving!" Goro started to rub his stomach, and licking his lips thinking about all the food that would be at the dinner. Goro stopped pacing the room, and looked back at Michael with a determined look on his face. "Well, What are we waiting for! We got to get there soon, you know as they say. The early bird gets the worm. We better get there before everyone else so we get all the food to ourselves!" Goro yelled aloud, before looking down to Michael and smiling ear to ear. "We also need to hurry, the seats might fill up fast. I don't want to be stuck having to sit by obnoxious people." Goro crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Completely oblivious to how obnoxious he was being. Goro took his drumsticks and tossed them on his bed, landing softly on his pillow. Goro walked out of the door, into hallway before looking back at Michael. "Are you coming with?!" Goro yelled back into the room.	Goro Kenichi 16 Year 2 Drumming, Writing Drummer Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it. It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man. "Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play." After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!" about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen. Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
4,968	131	22	983	5,954	Does he have any actual right to call others obnoxious?Michael thought to himself as he watched Goro go ramble on and on incessantly. It was almost like that this guy had to talk or else he would die due to some weird medical reason. For the past five minutes that he had met this Goro he's done nothing, but talk and talk and talk and surprise, talk. There's nothing wrong with being talkative, but god there had to be some limits! It was like he was talking to his mother. She almost never stopped talking and there were times that nearly drove him up the wall because there would be times he couldn't even get a word in edgewise.As nice Goro was, the feeling that this was going to be a long year crept in the back of his mind. Shrugging, he stood up and walked out the door to follow after the hyperactive blonde. Michael decided that he may was well get to know the guy that was rooming with him for the entire year. After all it's just plain courtesy to at least to learn about about him...though there was one tiny problem. He didn't know what to ask this guy! As sociable Goro was there were probably things that he didn't want to talk about and Michael just didn't want to say something to accidentally offend him.	Appearance] Add this later Michael Capanna 17 Year 3 Singing, writing, cooking, athletic Main and backing vocals/Songwriter Originally Michael was a kid born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. His father was from many generations of Italians that had immigrated to the United States and his mother was a rich girl from the Main Line, an affluent community in suburban Philadelphia. His birth was an unexpected one; his father had impregnated his mother when they were eighteen and the two were married out of wedlock. A year later he was born and his father had realized that he needed a job and begged his father in law for a job in the company he owned, thankfully getting one so he could support his wife and newly born son. Life had been simple; he went to school, had friends, and got good grades. It was when he was thirteen years old did he realize that he could sing and boy could he sing. The problem was that he was too shy to sing in front of people by himself so more often than he sang to himself unless someone simply walked in on him, embarrassing him instantly. Socially he always had some trouble with making friends. He was shy and found it hard to relate to a lot of the students that formed gangs and getting into fights that would involve having teachers ripping hordes of students away from each other. For most of his life people could describe him as anxious and even depressed. At some point he became suicidal, but got help from the school that provided him with a hospital that could refer him to mental health facility. What happened in the following weeks were things that he'd rather not talk about. When Michael turned 17, his father's job required him to move to Japan and Michael used this as a chance to enter the famous school that he had heard much about. It could be a fresh new start for him. Five Words to Describe Character: Shy, too nice, dense, music junkie, book junkie
4,969	131	23	302	2,579	Fukatsu put away her box and stood up, walking towards Hiiragi's bed. She sat down next to her roommate's guitar and amp. She admired them, looking at their beauty. She reached out a single hand, feeling the amp. Hiiragi had said not to touch the guitar. So, Fukatsu would settle with leaving the guitar alone. No matter how hard it was, Fukatsu was a trustworthy person. After sitting for a while, Fukatsu remembered the large dinner that they would be having. It was always good. Fukatsu pushed herself off the ground and headed towards the door. On her way out Fukatsu put her wrench under her pillow. If anyone was to try and steal it, they would have a very mad mechanic after them. Fukatsu left her dorm room, deciding to walk around a bit, until dinner would start. Maybe meet some new people.	Maybe I'm alone because I want to be. Fukatsu Saito 16 Year 3 Mechanics, Fixing Items Fan Fukatsu spent a lot of time around cars as a child. She spent copious amounts of time with her father, learning to fix almost anythings. Her mother was always at work so her father was her most trusted parent. But she loved fixing things, from cars to instruments to spotlights. It gave her a sense of fulfillment knowing that she can help from behind the scenes. But fixing things gave her a live for music as well. Her father would play the radio while working and Fukatsu was almost always with him. Away from other children, Fukatsu's social skills never developed. She liked inanimate objects more that people. But music was something Fukatsu couldn't leave behind. At school Fukatsu earned the nickname 'Ice Heart' as a result of her cold behavior. She was never going to be girly. She lacked a mother's touch in her fashion. But being accepted to Ongaku Academy was great for Fukatsu. To her it was a chance to help people with the opportunities to be famous from behind the scenes. Trustworthy Honest Loyal Tomboy Loner
4,970	131	24	1,712	2,118	So, Tsukino was a literature major with some other hobbies. And likely shared similar taste in music? Sounded like a guy Michio could get along with, and the added bonus of having the subject of Tatsuya to fall back on. Michio decided that he liked Tsukino, and would have no problems rooming with him. His reverie ended just as Tsukino asked a question. "Huh? Allergies? No, none. Actually, I'm a pretty big night owl myself, and I could safely estimate that my body is about sixty-percent instant ramen at this point." He laughed a bit at that, if only because of how painfully true it was. Suddenly, Michio's mind referenced back to Tatsuya's text message, and he remembered something. The dinner! Of course! "Oh, isn't there an introductory dinner tonight as well? It probably starts soon, I'd expect. Shall we? I bet Tatsuya's waiting for us." He gestured to the door, leaving the invitation open-ended. Once again his formal side was showing through, a set of mannerisms which he'd probably have remnants of much later in life.	Michio Ueno (this is an old image I drew for another RP. The reason for the negative colour and transparency was because he was a ghost in this RP h e h. The blurry grey spot next to his eye was a bruise as well, ignore it. Sorry about the weird image!) Michio stands heads above a crowd at a height of 6'4. His hair is black and his eyes are a muted grey. His skin is olive, taking after his father, but he has a few patches of skin lacking pigment, birthmarks. The largest ones are on his neck/face (spanning. From his right collarbone to his right jawbone) and on his left hip (about the size of a large hand). 17 Year 3 Michio excels at piano and violin, is educated in musical theory, knows his way around a computer and speaks three languages. Manager/Tech Editor (possibly) Michio was born in Japan to a French Canadian mother and a Japanese father. He was raised speaking three languages, these being English, French and Japanese. His parents met in Japan while his mother was visiting a friend, where she ended up marrying Michio's father and settling down. From there, they opened a music store, and shortly afterward, Michio was born. Michio grew up independent, being seen by his parents more as a burden than anything else. When he was about ten, he became an employee at his parents' shop, and the moment he showed any kind of musical talent, his parents shoved it down his throat. They pushed him to improve, particularly at violin and piano, letting nothing but perfection satisfy them. While Michio found it to be a chore, he worked at it nonetheless, as only when he was excelling in music did it feel as if his parents cared for him. Otherwise, they treated him more like an employee than a son. When he wasn't working or practicing his instruments under scrutiny from his parents, Michio was in his room, working with the computers he'd built in his (rare) spare time. Though he felt his future was with technology, he did develop a love of music and its effect on people. He was more than happy to apply to Ongaku with Tatsuya. They'd practically grown up together, and in that time he'd taken the role of equal parts brother and caretaker, always keeping an eye on her and terrified that something might happen to her, or that she might get herself into trouble. She was, to him, the only real family he had, and he cherished and protected her like a sister. So when the letter of acceptance arrived from Ongaku, Michio was ecstatic. Not only could he accompany his best friend to the most prestigious musical academy in Japan, but he hopes that through the academy, he can earn his parents' approval. Intelligent Innovative Protective Reserved Organized
4,971	131	25	1,986	352	The First Day: The Dinner For as long as Tatsuya could remember, she had always been a crowd-pleaser. She was always intent on going on adventures, making new friends, and finding a puzzle inside of everyone. Don't you ever judge anyone, Tatsuya. The world already has enough coldness, you know? Her mother's words hummed in her head. From a young age, she learned quickly to be warm, and that was always rewarding. Paris had reminded her of that with the smile in her bright cheeks. The gleam in her roommate's eyes set her walking once again to a palace of bliss. She had done good. And the best part was, she genuinely wanted to get to know this funny Uzumaki piano prodigy. Even though she said she wasn't a prodigy, she had to be to get into Ongaku. Tatsuya grinned. A modest prodigy was rare to find! "Good! You didn't have a choice anyway~" Tatsuya chirped with enthusiasm. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Hm. So, a new roommate wasn't always a bad thing. He could already imagine Tatsuya crossing her arms and spouting something about shounen ai. Well, unfortunately for her, Tsukino found he was comfortable enough with his new roommate to throw her comments out the window. "Right." Tsukino stood, brushing some dust off of the shoulder of his hoodie. It was the best dinner of the year, excluding the Christmas dinner that everyone usually missed out on. They were all gone to their families, opening expensive presents, dining in the most exclusive locations. Tsukino didn't blame them. He followed Michio out the door, finding his mannerisms quite.. interesting. So, it was true. He really had been financially well off in life. Brunette hair covering his eyes, Tsukino could feel an involuntary smirk coming on, and he shoved his hands in his pockets. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ "Come ooooon, Uzumaki-san! We're gonna be laaaate!" Tatsuya pushed, adjusting the signature bun on her head. That was how, Tsukino had once told her, how he distinguished her in crowds--the bun on her head. Applying pink lip gloss finally, Tatsuya found herself tugging at her roommate's hand and rushing down the hall. She had decided to beat Michio and Tsukino there, and if she didn't beat them, well, it was totally unfair because Michio had a Senior and she didn't. Though, truth be told, she would trade away a Senior for her modest piano prodigy roommate any day. Looking back at her, Tatsuya grinned widely. "We're gonna beat 'em for sure!" Dragging her poor roommate along, Tatsuya followed all the signs leading to the grand dining room, and stopped when she saw the open doors leading into a warm occasion. Hundreds of tables covered the floor, but there was even enough room for people to walk around. Surely this was the hugest room at Ongaku. Tatsuya's eyes grew large when she stared at the ceiling. Chandeliers. "Holy-- Whoa! Uzumaki-san, isn't that cool?! It's so huge! Everything is! And--" She stared around the room to see people already there, including.. Tsukino and Michio, having sat at a table near the right of the room, having two chairs saved. "Damn it! Those bastards won!" Tatsuya could feel her cheeks growing hot, but the girl shook her head, heaving a sigh. "No matter. We'll win next time, huh, Uzumaki-san?" She stared down at her roommate, who was probably gasping for air by now, but Tatsuya was too oblivious to notice. When the girls made it to the table, they were greeted with a smile from Tsukino. "Ah, Tatsuya. It's been too long. And this must be your roommate." He grinned, tipping his head at the poor girl next to Tatsuya. "Good evening. Are you alright?" He asked, already assuming the worst. Tatsuya puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. "Hey! Why're you asking her that? Hmmm..!" She pouted, turning to look at Michio, puching his shoulder playfully. "Well, you might have beaten us to the dinner, but we beat you to Ongaku in the first place!" Tatsuya teased, taking a seat, noticing all the people starting to file in.	(What your character sounds like) (Totally optional) (ex. Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4) (ex. Can sing, draw, has all Pokemon names memorized, etc..) (Basically one of the reasons you're at the Academy) (ex. Rhythm Guitarist, Drummer, etc..) "It doesn't really matter how slow you go; as long as you don't stop!" Tatsuya "Ta-Chan" Aika 16 Year 2 Tatsuya is an accomplished singer and guitarist, though she prefers electric guitar. Lead Singer/Guitarist Tatsuya grew up with two moms, who wanted their daughter to be heavily involved in activities. Tatsuya was placed in soccer, dancing, tuba lessons, piano, drawing, and any other activity to keep her well-rounded. They were proud that their daughter could juggle it all quite well, and being an only child, they were heavily invested in her. However, the day Tatsuya picked up a guitar sealed her fate. She was hooked, so much that she neglected the rest of her activities. Her mothers were fine with it, because they were quite impressed with her abilities as well. Wishing to break free of the boring life of public school, Tatsuya auditioned for Ongaku with her best friend, and grew ecstatic when they were both accepted. There, she hopes to be the leader of a rocking, rebellious band! 1. Confident 2. Optimistic 3. Enthusiastic 4. Stubborn 5. Kind of Stupid Tsukino Yorushi 18 Year 4 Writing and Acting Band Fan/Aid in Writing Songs Like most students from Ongaku Academy, Tsukino is from a prestigious, wealthy family with a strict father and a distant mother. Though disapproving of his talents, his father is still loving and grudgingly allows him to follow his dreams. That is, in exchange for hard work of course. Tsukino is a seasoned student of Ongaku and is like everyone's big brother. He is often asked to give tours and help students adjust. He initially knew Tatsuya from one of her mothers working as a maid in his household, so they kept in touch and he is quite supportive of her idea for pitching up a band. 1. Calm 2. Reassured 3. Wise 4. Intelligent 5. Open-minded
4,972	131	26	918	155	It took him a while, given the vast amounts of things he had brought with him, but eventually Hiro managed to unpack the last bag and with a hefty sigh, he collapsed on the bed. He had no idea that moving was quite so tiring, usually he had people to do this sort of thing for him. He flicked a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and pulled on his headphones, putting his iPod onto shuffle and relaxing. There was no sign of his roommate yet, but he wasn't concerned right now, he was too tired for such frivolities. He would deal with that hurdle when he needed to. Providing whoever it was, they didn't touch his things. He could share his space with someone else, providing they respected that this side of the room was his side of the room. This was where he sat, he worked and he slept. No-one else was to set foot on Hiro's side of the room without his blessing. As he lay on his bed, some Scottish indie band that only really Hiro listened to blaring into his ears, Hiro began to notice the swarms of people moving through the corridor, all heading the same direction. Eventually, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he removed his headphones, letting them rest around his neck, still blaring music and stood up, strolling over to the doorway. "You there. Where is everyone headed in such a rush?" Hiro barked at the nearest fellow student, you looked rather taken aback at Hiro's attitude. "To that meal they hold for the new students. Apparently is a pretty big deal or something." The guy responded before darting away. Hiro contemplated returning to his bed for a moment, but eventually he shrugged and put his headphones back on, closing the door behind him. There would be plenty of time to meet his roommate later, right now, Hiro was hungry. He found his way to the dining room without any trouble and strode into the room with his usual holier-than-thou swagger. Now this was what he had been expecting! Proper furniture, chandeliers and the smell of good food. At last, Hiro was starting to see a glimmer of promise about this school. The room was beginning to fill with students, people grabbing seats with people they had met so far, sitting in groups. Hiro didn't really want to talk to anyone. He spied an empty area at the foot of one of the longer tables, the other end already occupied by chattering students but he didn't necessarily need to bother himself with them. He slid himself into a seat, sitting upright with perfect elegance, the sort he had been taught by his family and waited patiently for the promised food.	Name: Hiro Mizuo Money? Trust me, that's not an issue Age: Sixteen Grade: Year three Role Wanted: #1 Fan Talents: Signing his name on cheques, electronics, large scale sound equipment, poetry and singing (although he prefers not to talk about the last two) Background: Hiro was raised by his family's wallet more so than his family itself. Being born to one of the country's more wealthy families will do that to a person. His father made it big in the recording industry when he was younger and his mother was a reasonably popular fashion designer, meaning that Hiro was raised around money. However, being as influential as they were, Hiro's parents fought constantly until one day when he was quite young, his mother left, taking a lot of his family's wealth with her. In order to maintain the standard of life his soiled son had been raised with, Hiro's father began to work more and more. He took Hiro with him to see his work whenever he could, teaching him as much as he could about speakers and recording music as he could, but in his later years he found himself spending more time with family in Scotland than his actual father. But, whilst visiting relatives in Scotland, he found himself falling in love with a lot of the language there, the way it looked on a page and the sound of it. He started to write himself, never really sharing his works with anyone else but showing real talent in what he did. It didn't take long for his Father to discover what his son was doing in his spare time and sent an application to the school (along with a sizeable 'donation') in order to allow his son to further his talents. It didn't take Hiro long to figure out how he got in though. He didn't protest, wishing to explore his poetry further, but resenting his Father somewhat. He promised that he would be as great as his Father one day, but he would do it without his Father's help... Well, excluding Hiro's access to his father's bank account of course. Five Words: Spoiled, Rebellious, Quick-tempered (I hyphenated it to make it one word, so it counts), Cocky and ... Uh... Has-a-deluded-sense-of-nobility (I really couldn't think of a single word for that...)
4,973	131	27	88	121	Goro had been walking for a couple minutes, unable to find the dining hall. "Awh man! We're going to be late!" Goro yelled aloud, stopping in the middle of the hallway and throwing his hands up. After a couple seconds, Goro started to walk again this time at a faster pace. After a couple more minutes, Goro and Micheal finally located the dining hall. Students were already packing into the room, tables being taken left and right. Goro scanned the room, before locating a table untouched by any students. "Over there!" Goro yelled above the noise in the dining hall. Grabbing onto Michael's forearm, Goro pulled Michael over to the table with him in a hurried fast walk. Goro and Michael reached the table, still empty. "Haha! We made it!" Goro yelled again. "Sit down, quickly before someone comes and fills in the seats!" Goro sat down on one of the chairs, before looking at Michael. "So when do you think the food will get here. I'm starving over here!" Goro looked around the dining hall. "I hope they don't give a giant speech before they give out the food, or I might die of starvation on the spot." Goro looked at Michael again, "While we're waiting for the food, we should get to know each other... If that's fine with you." Without giving Michael the chance to answer, Goro started. "Well I'm from the suburbs of the city, I have five brothers and we all live with our mom. I started drumming at a early age. I actually used to drum for money on the streets!" Goro yelled aloud, getting a little excited over the memories. "How about you!?"	Goro Kenichi 16 Year 2 Drumming, Writing Drummer Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it. It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man. "Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play." After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!" about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen. Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
4,974	131	28	1,712	2,118	When they'd arrived, Michio had marvelled at the dining room; the pristine tables, the high-end decorating, all luxuries that Michio was stranger to. While he'd done his best not to openly gawk, he was sure that his awe had been noticed by someone. Still though, soon enough he and Tsukino had found a mostly-empty table, making sure to save two spots for Tatsuya and her roommate, which both knew would definitely be joining them. After all, it wasn't like Tatsuya to let a new friend slide out of her grip so easily. Soon enough their suspicions were confirmed and in waltzed Tatsuya, new, pink-haired roommate on her hip. Tatsuya referred to the girl as Uzumaki, between some jabs about winning and losing and the like. Michio only smiled at her until she sat down, and responded to her playful punch with a jab to her sides, sure to make the ticklish girl squeal. "Is that a challenge, Aika?" he bickered, pointing at her 'menacingly', "We'll see about that!" He had to laugh, there was something about the girl, as he'd known for a long time now, that just made people feel inexplicably better. While Tsukino politely conversed with Uzumaki, Michio couldn't help but notice a kid at the end of the table, seemingly sulking by himself with headphones on. Deciding, rather uncharacteristically, that 'the more, the merrier', Michio whistled to the boy and waved, calling, "Hey, would you like to sit with us?"	Michio Ueno (this is an old image I drew for another RP. The reason for the negative colour and transparency was because he was a ghost in this RP h e h. The blurry grey spot next to his eye was a bruise as well, ignore it. Sorry about the weird image!) Michio stands heads above a crowd at a height of 6'4. His hair is black and his eyes are a muted grey. His skin is olive, taking after his father, but he has a few patches of skin lacking pigment, birthmarks. The largest ones are on his neck/face (spanning. From his right collarbone to his right jawbone) and on his left hip (about the size of a large hand). 17 Year 3 Michio excels at piano and violin, is educated in musical theory, knows his way around a computer and speaks three languages. Manager/Tech Editor (possibly) Michio was born in Japan to a French Canadian mother and a Japanese father. He was raised speaking three languages, these being English, French and Japanese. His parents met in Japan while his mother was visiting a friend, where she ended up marrying Michio's father and settling down. From there, they opened a music store, and shortly afterward, Michio was born. Michio grew up independent, being seen by his parents more as a burden than anything else. When he was about ten, he became an employee at his parents' shop, and the moment he showed any kind of musical talent, his parents shoved it down his throat. They pushed him to improve, particularly at violin and piano, letting nothing but perfection satisfy them. While Michio found it to be a chore, he worked at it nonetheless, as only when he was excelling in music did it feel as if his parents cared for him. Otherwise, they treated him more like an employee than a son. When he wasn't working or practicing his instruments under scrutiny from his parents, Michio was in his room, working with the computers he'd built in his (rare) spare time. Though he felt his future was with technology, he did develop a love of music and its effect on people. He was more than happy to apply to Ongaku with Tatsuya. They'd practically grown up together, and in that time he'd taken the role of equal parts brother and caretaker, always keeping an eye on her and terrified that something might happen to her, or that she might get herself into trouble. She was, to him, the only real family he had, and he cherished and protected her like a sister. So when the letter of acceptance arrived from Ongaku, Michio was ecstatic. Not only could he accompany his best friend to the most prestigious musical academy in Japan, but he hopes that through the academy, he can earn his parents' approval. Intelligent Innovative Protective Reserved Organized
4,975	132	0	1,464	546	Hero had just finished wrapping a crewmate's burn received from working on the reactor. "You need to be careful around that reactor. You were lucky this time." He sent the crewman off and cleaned up the supplies he had pulled out. Not much had happened on the ship. It was quiet for a long time. It seemed the universe was at peace. Hero didn't know what else to do. His med bay was spotless, everything was re-organized, and the most trouble he had to deal with were minor burns and cuts. Life didn't seem to be too exciting at the moment. That was, until the captain of the ship called everyone to the bridge. Saying that we had an emergency response job and he needed to debrief all his head staff. Hero smiled, finally, there was something about to happen, and he would be on the front lines to see it. He walked to the bridge in a comely fashion, expertly hiding his emotions as he went. He wondered what it was going to be, but no matter. He would go. Once at the bridge he saluted the captain and told him that he was ready for duty.	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,976	132	1	1,276	109	Beep!Beep!"Beep!" "All crew members please report to the bridge." Adrian panicked and banged his head on the table he was hiding over. Wow some master of stealth. Everything has been so peaceful on the ship recently and when it's peaceful it's boring. So being the generous person Adrian was he decided he'd steal some extra food from the cafeteria every day and give them a detective case to have fun with. Sadly this only satisfied his boredom for a little bit. There was nothing worth enough to actually steal and get a rush. The only reason he hasn't gone crazy is that he hasn't had to delve into the demon world recently to sneak into somewhere so he's actually gotten to get to know his own team for once without being in extreme pain. He's also had a lot of time to practice with his shadow blades and now he can summon them almost instantly. "Come on a boy's got to have a little fun." Adrian pleaded to the guard that looked like someone just ate the last cookie. Probably because the last cookie is stashed away in Adrian's room. "I mean it's probably a good thing I stole some food so know you can loose some of that weight." He said while poking the guards belly. The guard was setting his plasma gun to stun, his face as red as a tomato. Then "Beep!"Beep!""Beep!""I said ALL crew members get on the bridge NOW!!!" "Saved by the bell or alarm I guess." Adrian said to the guard, that Adrian didn't think spoke English, judging by the lack of responses.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,977	132	2	1,408	119	Spinning slowly in his incredibly comfortable pilot chair, Aura lay back as he watched the bridge spin around him. Closing his eyes, he silently prayed for a chance to take the ship off of auto-pilot, before slowing his spins to a halt to stare out the cockpit at the dark, empty void of space. "Blegh," he grunted under his breath; whereas others would sometimes be scared, or driven insane, by the vastness of the void, Aura simply felt disgust and boredom. It's never good for a pilot to be bored; that's when crazy stunts happen. Come to mention it though, Aura wouldn't mind a bit of crazy to replace the current dismal mood. Fortunately for the rest of the crew (who probably weren't wearing seat belts), Aura's prayers were answered as the captain entered the cockpit, explaining that he would be calling everyone in for a debriefing, and something about an emergency response job. Though Aura was calm and silent, simply nodding and activating the captain's intercom, his thoughts were screaming and cheering with joy. No random barrel rolls today! Giving the control panel in front of him one last look over, checking that all the lights that should be on were on, the meters that should be working were working, he signaled the captain that all was good as he relayed his message over the intercom.	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,978	132	3	1,464	546	The captain stood on the bridge waiting for his elite members to rally. After an acceptable amount of time had passed the captain looked upon the present members. 3. "There are only 3 members here!?" The captain rubbed his brow and sighed. Standing before him was his medic, Hero. His pilot, Aura, and his infiltrator Adrian. Though, this current line up wouldn't be bad considering the message he had received. "Alright men. We recently received an emergency communication from a military group a few sectors from here. Turns out that they received a distress signal from a colonizing planet and are trying to find someone to rescue them. They can't go because there commander insists that his mission is far more important and can't spare the crew. He was however, willing to pay us a decent sum of money to see if we could do anything." He looked at his little group in front of him. They all looked so excited, he guessed that they would go even if they didn't get payed. The captain kept this in mind as he played the distress signal. "Hello?.. an..on..there?..S.S we need immedia...evac...help us plea... (Indistinct screaming in the background)" As you can see, you will be flying in blind if you so choose to accept this mission. If you do accept, then take the "Mighty Light" (a small fast ship equipped with photon beams and a generous docking bay) We will wait around orbit in case you need to evacuate. With that, he dismissed the motley crew and ordered Aura to take them to the corresponding sector.	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,979	132	4	1,408	119	Aura had dutifully got out of his seat to join the others, leaving the ship on auto-pilot for the time being while he listened to the captain. Standing beside his fellow crew-members, he listened intently to the distress signal as it played through the speakers. Difficult to pick out a lot of information, he thought to himself, his mind trailing as he tried to piece together what was going on. It's clear they're in a tight spot; after all, something had to have blocked out most of that message. He was brought back to reality all of a sudden when he heard the captain mention the Mighty Light. Aura had always had a good time with that small ship. Oh, the manoeuvres I'll pull off with that bad boy. After having been dismissed, he nodded his head to the others before they left, and then quickly returned to the helm, leaping back into his chair taking the ship out of auto-pilot. Hearing the captain's order, Aura designated the sector in question, prepping the ship's drive core and readying it for lightspeed, following a resounding "Aye-aye captain!".	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,980	132	5	2,077	1,843	Giza was surrounded by machinery and the so called operators who were supposed to work them. They kept buzzing around telling her not to touch the vital power source or don't mess with the engines and recently they came up with some bull about the captain needing her. That last part ticked her off, "We're in empty space and about to jump, don't make up stuff about distress calls!" She snapped at them and was about to upgrade their fuel lines when a higher up stepped in and gave her a look. "Heh looks like you weren't lying at all and I'm in trouble now..." Giza scrambled into the main bridge looking the part of a mechanic, grease smudges and oil stains all over and a smell that was fairly unappealing. "So distress signal, thats real huh? I assumed that the guys just wanted me out of the left engine room.... They don't like how I keep upgrading things." She chattered nervously until she realized that she was either being ignored or stared at by everyone in the room. "I think I missed something?"	Name: Giza Carnassus Age: 20 Gender Female Species: Human, little bit of alien on her dad's side. Must have been a humanoid race though. Specialty: Resident Mechanic, adept in all fields including alien tech and Biomechanics Pic: Its likely the alien in her or implants that give her such eerie glowy eyes. When she gives you a stare, its strangely captivating. The team is mostly used to it by now. Bio: Giza's parents told her once she was named after long lost monuments on earth. Something Giza found hard to believe because the only semi-good thing that earth ever made was technology and even then she sometimes preferred to work with alien tech. As a kid she didn't get along well with her peers and she made her first friend at the age of 8 by mixing the personality AI from an old robot with a radio. Sure it wasn't the most complex build but it was the start of a decade of improvement. Soon after she made her first 'robot' she realized in the world of star travel, everyone needed a mechanic. So she worked and learned until she was 15 and found no one on her planet could teach her anymore. To be fair it was more of a moon than a planet and was settled to provide a fuel station for passing ships, most of whom had their own mechanics. It was one day one of these mechanics decided her talents were wasted on toasters and cars and brought her aboard, she got lucky the captain agreed to take her along and she learned all she could from them and then moved on. She repeated the process several times, sure it was a bit cold hearted of her to just leave the people who had helped her but when she was finally ready to work on her own she was probably one of the best in the galaxy. That was when she met team nova a couple missions later he gave a kid a robot arm. If you ask her she's still a little upset about it because she doesn't really agree that the Medic should be a kid because after all he already lost an arm, she doesn't want to have to replace anything else on a 16 year old. She's also good friends with the lead detective, the main reason she was picked to join the group.
4,981	132	6	1,464	546	Boarding Mighty Light and Preparations After the captain had dismissed everyone from the briefing Hero left for his Med-Bay. He would need to stock up on all the usually essentials seeing that there were probably going to be a lot of casualties when they got there. He was so busy preparing that he almost didn't notice the ship go warp speed. "Let's see. Medical Tape, check. Extra casings of pain killer, check. Torch and bone saw operational, check." Hero had to make sure that his whole kit checked out before every mission. He couldn't afford for there to be malfunctions with his mechanical parts. He remembered that day so clearly. His parents and family were dead, killed in the initial invasion, all he had left was his father's med bag and a first aid kit inside. With that in hand, Hero stood there in a shattered building looking on the warzone before him. A group of people were desperately trying to hold their ground against an oncoming invasion of aliens. They were successful, but one of the members had suffered substantial injuries that would have been fatal. Hero, knowing the danger that man was in, stupidly ran across the short expanse nearly getting shot. When he arrived, everyone in the group was confused. There before them, was a teenage boy with a med bag in hand. One of the members, thinking that he brought the bag reached for it. He was even more surprised when Hero stopped him from grabbing the bag and opened it himself. He examined the injured man's body, multiple bullet wounds were in his shoulder, which weren't fatal. What he was most afraid of was the large amount of shrapnel that peppered his body. Hero took out some sterilized gloves and began to operate. The man was obviously in pain, and the crew stared at Hero dumbfounded as they watched this teenage boy expertly save their captain. Hero smiled, then rubbed his robotic arm. His life had changed in more ways than one that day. Finally finished with his check log Hero left the med-bay and made his way to the cargo bay where they stored the Mighty Light. Hero wasn't a fan of flying, but he did enjoy space travel. He was pretty happy about the mission, what bothered him the most was the pilot, Aura. He shuddered knowing what was in store for him. Hero had gotten much better at not throwing up during the random barrel rolls and flips Aura would pull off, but it still made his stomach churn. He made it to the docking bay only to see that the pilot was already going through his mandatory flight check list inside the ship. Hero boarded the ship, said Hi to Aura, then sat down in one of the designated chairs. Once seated, he gave himself a weak sedative to help him survive the inevitable flight down to the planet. Once that was over he sat back and began to relax. Waiting for the other members to show up. He hoped Giza would sit next to him. Hero was very grateful that Giza had built this special arm for him. He also thought her attractive, but he would never admit it. What really grabbed his attention were Giza's eyes. He was very curious why the way they were, but he never bothered to ask her why. It was a mystery to him, and something about it being a mystery is what intrigued him.	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,982	132	7	1,408	119	The thrill of warp travel always got Aura exceptionally pumped for any mission, no matter how dire; as the ship eventually slowed to signal it's arrival at it's destination, Aura could feel his blood surging through his body. This is going to be fun! Once he had set the ship back into auto-pilot, patting and consoling the dashboard a few times while muttering, "I'll be back soon, you gorgeous piece of machinery," he hefted up a small bag of supplies from under the main console (he always kept one ready at his desk in case of emergency) and set course for the cargo bay. Marvelling at the perfection that was the Mighty Light for a few moments, he quickly shook himself out of his reverie before hurriedly rushing inside, chucking his bag into his designated locker. Once that was done, he got to work on his mandatory flight check list, zipping around the ship hurriedly so that he could get a hold of the controls as soon as possible. Focused on his work, he almost forgot to say hello in response to Hero as he walked past, evidently heading towards his seat. Is it just me, or did he look queasy? Probably just had a bad lunch. Or none at all.	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,983	132	8	1,276	109	Adrian awkwardly walked around his room wishing he had a list to check off. He scanned his room and in his head he thought "clothes, check... the end." He had payed the Mighty Light a visit earlier only to discover it was completely empty. So he went back to his room and then did, well absolutely nothing. Until he fell asleep. "Aww what time is it?" Adrian sleepily asked. He glanced at his clock and assuming it would be early, immediately turned to go back to bed. But wait did he see that right? "I'm late!" Adrian screamed as he popped out of bed. He sprinted over to the docking bay only and almost fell into the Mighty Light only to discover an already sick looking Hero and an excited Aura just sitting there. "Well I guess I'm not gonna get the worm, but since when was I an early bird." Adrian mentioned trying to pretend he wasn't out of breath.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,984	132	9	1,408	119	After everyone had gotten themselves seated inside the ship, Aura made the last few checks of the engines and thrusters before setting aside his clipboard and shifting himself up into the pilot seat, spreading his hands out across the dashboard. "Buckle up, everybody," he called back, before inputting the co-ordinates for the planet of Gameia, within the Corath sector... At least, that's what the captain had told him anyway. I cannot be blamed for getting lost. Not entirely anyway. Engaging the thrusters and activating the drive sequence, Aura turned his chair around to check that all the passengers were ready, giving them two thumbs up before spinning back around. When the warp drive had heated up and was revved to go, he began pressing the various buttons, sealing the doors closed and slowly lifting the Mighty Light off the ground. With one push of the throttle, he flew the ship straight out the hangar doors, aligning towards the chosen destination before engaging warp speed, feeling the ship surge forward with incredible velocity.	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,985	132	10	1,276	109	Ugh! Adrian felt like someone just sucker punched him right in the gut. Well someone kind of did, Aura just made a sudden stop. "Alright I can see why you like doing barrel rolls, but random stopping, now your just trying to get to throw up." Adrian said while almost vomiting everywhere mid sentence. "Well you won't have to worry about anymore because we're here." Aura said arrogantly. Adrian would punch him except he was still very wobbly and he didn't feel like giving that jerky wall an uppercut again. Adrian looked out the window saw absolutely nothing except space and then decided he was going to punch Aura, even though his legs felt like the jelly he "borrowed" from the ship's cafeteria. Except when he got onto the pilots deck he saw it. A giant planet that looked like it was in no danger whatsoever. "If this is another mission where we have to get someone's cyborg cat out of a tree, that cat is gonna lose a few parts." Adrian angrily as he stared at Hero remembering the urgent mission he sent him on last month.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,986	132	11	1,464	546	Hero tried his best to remain calm, but it just wasn't possible, at least with Aura at the wheel. Hero never liked it when Aura drove, the bored but amazing pilot always did a few extra unnecessary things along the way. If it weren't for the weak sedative in his system, Hero might have actually passed out from anxiety, and vomited along way. He looked over at Adrian who was fairing as well as Hero was. He smiled slightly, thankful to know that he wasn't the only one suffering from the flight. The shipped came to a slow halt, and Hero watched as Adrian got up and went to the pilot room. Knowing Aura, Hero didn't risk unbuckling. The seat belt was the only thing keeping Hero from heave-hoing all over the cargo section. He just hoped that they would be landing soon. As he sat there, he looked out the window and saw the planet that loomed before them. It looked peaceful and calm, but Hero hoped somewhat that the signal was true. He didn't want to get down there to only find that everything was destroyed and that all the villagers would be dead. A small clink on the outside of the ship interrupted Hero's thoughts. Looking through the other window on the ship, Hero could see something in the distance. Curious to get a better view, he risked un-buckling himself to get closer to the window. Another small clink outside the ship. His eyes widened when he saw what was coming. He turned around and shouted to Aura, "Meteor Shower! 6 o'clock!"	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,987	132	12	1,408	119	Aura was about to glare at Adrian for bursting into his pilot room uninvited, but was interrupted when he heard the cry from Hero about the impending meteor shower. Oh boy... Looking at his radar, he saw the shower quickly headed straight for the ship. Gesturing for Adrian to run back to his seat, he swiftly took the controls, pushing on the throttle and zooming the ship down towards the planet. As the meteor shower quickly engulfed them, Aura cursed under his breath as he began making every manoeuvre he could, descending to the planet surface fast. As he broke the atmosphere, narrowly escaping the meteor shower, Aura's eyes went wide at the sight of the planet up close. What at first appeared to be peaceful and calm, became suddenly rocky and jagged, with nary a landing spot in sight; and the Mighty Light wasn't slowing down. "Buckle up guys," Aura cried to the others, as he did his best to pull up, keeping an eye out for a landing spot. Unfortunately, he didn't pull up fast enough, as he felt the ship surge forward after scraping across the top of a large jagged rock poking up from the surface. Quickly losing control, Aura steadied as best as he could, until the ship eventually landed with a crash at the bottom of a steep, rocky mountain. "Sorry!"	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,988	132	13	1,276	109	Uuuhhhh, what happened. Adrian moaned as he woke up to a sharp pain in his head. Maybe trying to fight the person that had your life in their hands was not a good idea. Adrian sat up and looked around realizing they either must've had to crash land in the middle of the mountains due to the meteor shower, or Aura really wanted to make him and Hero throw up on each other. Adrian scanned the mountains for a village or a sign of a struggle but he saw nothing. This planet must be a little more natural than he expected. Adrian had always looked to Hero for guidance since he was who brought him onto the team after Adrian stole some medical marijuana for his friends. Plus Hero looked like he knew what to do right now so Adrian obediently waited for orders.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,989	132	14	1,464	546	Hero managed to almost get his seatbelt on before Aura tried to start avoiding the meteors. Of all the times that he took his seatbelt off, (Adrian too) became a nightmare for him. Already, Aura started emergency maneuvers which threw Hero and Adrian around like rag-dolls. Of course they bumped into eacother a few times, and at one point Adrian's head made solid contact with the metal frame on Hero's body. Hero wasn't surprised to see Adrian out could from a hit like that. As soon as they entered the atmosphere though, the gravity suddenly got stronger and Hero along with Adrian (Mid-air) got slammed onto the floor of the ship. Hero was so close to losing his meal, but he desperately fought it. Eventually, they made it to land, among the mountains, in a smoking crater. Hero eventually got up, he didn't know how long he was down, but he didn't care. He could hear Aura in the pilot room apologizing. Hero didn't care, at least they were alive, but where were they now? He looked around, mountains on all sides, it seemed that Aura managed to land in a valley. He looked around, there was, what seemed like a lake and odd looking vegetation a few hundred feet off, however, Hero quickly turned his attention to Adrian. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watch Adrian slowly get up and walk around. That alone solved most of his worries about possible damage, and concussion (his biggest fear at the moment) was off the list. Once they had all gotten out of the ship Hero could tell that the other 2 were looking at him. Waiting. Waiting for what? He wondered, then it dawned on him. It seemed that both Adrian and Aura were awaiting orders. Hero scratched his head, he suddenly felt nervous. How could this be, why did they look to him for guidance? He was a teenage boy still. He let out another sigh knowing that he couldn't change their minds so he went along with it. "Adrian, I need you to go to the vegetated area over there and bring back some of the liquid and plants over there. Bring back as many different plants as you can, and wear gloves while doing it." Hero knew that plants made great medicine and healthy sources of food, but he also knew that plants had some of the most dangerous poisons known in the universe. He then looked at Aura, "Aura, do a check on the ship and see if communications are still up. I'll look for our provisions and supplies."	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,990	132	15	1,276	109	Adrian wondered where their other crew member,(Giza) was while he gathered plants. She was on the ship when they left except she disappeared when they crash landed. He tried to focus on collecting the plants when he noticed a strange metallic looking plant he'd never seen before. Adrian definitely didn't know plants properties and exactly what each plant is like Hero, except Adrian has seen a good number of planets and he's never noticed a metal looking plant before. He looked at the plants he gathered and decided he didn't have a good number of plants but he did have enough so he went back to the ship so he could ask Hero about the metallic plant. It was a good thing Adrian had left when he did, since he hadn't realized how far he'd travelled and he got back right before nightfall. It looked like Aura was still working hard on the ship just like when Adrian left except Hero was just standing there staring at the plant Adrian had found. Hero explained to Adrian that it was a manmade material made of metal, plant fibers, and a nexus core. Apparently they were very rare and had many different uses. Adrian laid awake on his bed playing with the plant he had found. "What did Hero call it oh yea Newood." The Newood suddenly turned back to the flat form it was in when he found it. "So it reacts to commands" Adrian wondered out loud."Turn into Aura. It turned into a little girl."Perfect, I think we're gonna get along just fine." Adrian said admiring the humor of the Newood.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,991	132	16	1,408	119	Aura watched in horror as the two passengers slowly got to their feet, scratching his head as he waited for them to steady themselves and get their bearings. Waiting patiently, he pretty much already knew what he was going to do when he got out of his chair, but Aura had the common courtesy to wait for someone to at least give him orders first. But no matter what they say, my baby comes first. He was relieved to hear the Hero wanted him to check on the ship anyway, and so he hopped out from his chair and rushed out the open door. As he meticulously went over every inch of the ship, summing up the damage, he couldn't help but feel undermanned without Giza helping him with repairs. Releasing a light sigh, he put that thought in the back of his mind as he got back to work. "Damn meteor showers, ruining my day..." As he worked well into the night, seemingly tuning out everyone else as he worked, he began to inspect the surrounding landscape to calm his mind, admiring the beauty of the jagged, mountainous region they had landed in.	Name: Aura Kalino Age: 23 (Appears younger.) Gender: Male Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty." Specialty: Pilot Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.
4,992	132	17	1,464	546	Hero continued to rummage through the wreckage of supplies in the cargo section of the ship. The crash landing had sent everything flying and many containers had open, their contents littering the space. Rummaging around he found some of the survival supplies and the gun chest. entering the code, the chest opened with a slight beeping sound. Inside were 5 Photon Rifles, 6 Phase pistols, a few nexus grenades, and land to space satellite launcher. Closing the chest back up, he grabbed the 250 lbs chest and with the help of his robotic inserts, lifted the chest fairly easily over his head and walked out with the weapons. Once he had set them outside, he went back to the cargo bay to find the survival equipment. As he continued rummaging through, he eventually found it the crate labeled survival and took that massive crate out of the craft as well. Once he had set it on the ground he opened it and pulled out a fairly large grey cube. Finding an appropriate flat space he placed it on the ground, typed in the code and stepped back. The cube opened up and began release its contents. After a few minutes, a small but sturdy and air-conditioned/heated hut stood before them. Hero loved technology in all its glory. He continued to go back through the cargo bay, and he rounded up all the ration packs and water cells. Little did he know, but night had fallen and he didn't even notice, that was until Adrian came back with a strange metallic plant. Classifying it a Newood, he left Adrian to his own designs and began to experiment on the various plant articles that Adrian had brought back. Some were useful for food, others for painkilling, there was 1 he couldn't figure out so he just let it be. Once he had finished Hero finally felt the day's work catch up with him. After eating an uneventful dinner, he crashed on hi bed and fell asleep. Once it was morning, Hero woke up and prepared for the day. He stepped outside only to find that it was raining. He grumbled slightly and woke the others up. Once everyone was up, he opened the weapons chest revealing its contents. Upon hearing Aura's report on the ship, the comm system was down and the ability to fly was out of the question. Looking at the satellite launcher Hero asked Aura to make a mini 2-way comm unit to attach to the satellite so that they would be able to communicate with Nova HQ. He asked Adrian to do a perimeter check with him to make sure that there wasn't any nearby danger.	Name: Hero Busad Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine) Specialty: Medical Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools. Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.
4,993	132	18	1,276	109	I bet everyone at HQ died. Adrian teased Hero. He loved pushing people's buttons and since Aura wasn't here Hero was his next best option. Adrian had done perimeter searches before, except doing them with Hero felt like someone was slowly removing a sword from his chest. Hero checked every single inch, and expected every tiny thing that was slightly abnormal, even though it was normally a rock or a spot where the sun shone weird. Adrian liked Hero so he helped him be a super detective for about an hour and then he pretended to care for like 10 minutes. But seriously who does he 2 hour perimeter check. When Hero stopped again Adrian thought nothing of it and let him expect it by himself. However after a few minutes Adrian got kind of worried you should never let your partner out of your sight even if he was being annoying. Adrian focused pulled his shadow blades out from the demon world and than charged in the woods to save his friend from whatever creature Hero had encountered.	Name: Adrian Xerxes Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Shadow Dancer Specialty: Stealth Race- Shadow Dancers- They are half man and half demon. They posses the ability to go in and out of the shadow world which is a dimension separate from ours, where demons live. Back in the Great War when demons came to our dimension some soldiers got a bit too friendly with their prisoners and created the Shadow Dancers. Shadow Dancers often look young for a long time and struggle to make friendship and relationships. Shadow Dancers also get symbols on their bodies that show what kind of demon they're a “spawn” of. Appearance: Adrian has medium length light brown hair that he wears down to hide his shadow symbols that he has on his face. He's about 5'11 and he's skinny. Adrian has innocent looking gray eyes like the smooth inside of a pewter dish. He doesn't look like a Shadow Dancer at all, except you'd be mistaken if you don't take him as a threat. Weapons: Standard Nova Team plasma gun, duel shadow blades, and his bare hands. Strengths/Weaknesses: Very few Shadow Dancers can easily go between dimensions, and sadly Adrian is not one of them he can bring out shadow blades, which are barely visible to non Shadow Dancers and Demons easily though. These blades are like all other future swords, except they can drive who they hit crazy as it makes them have to see Demons when one of the blades touches their blood. As stated earlier it takes him time to get into the Demon World and it takes a lot of energy so he can't use it to stealthily sneak into places all the time, however he has learned to drop in and out opportunistically so he can use it for stealth. Adrian's also fairly weak. History: Adrian's father was a drunkard solider and his mom was a well...demon, so he didn't have very many happy fun times with his family. He didn't enjoy hanging out with other kids so what he did for fun was sneak into places steal something and then sneak back in and return it. He loved the rush and although his father neglected Adrian with love he was dad of the year with bail money. Adrian was caught once sneaking into Nova team's headquarters and was then recruited since he got past most of their security. Nova team hired trainers that taught him how to use shadow swords and plasma guns.
4,994	133	0	2,653	1,901	It was one of those odd nights in Teneber where the weather outside the town didn't quite match up with that inside the town borders. Blanketing the forest floor was a shimmering layer of frost, a chill that didn't quite touch the residents in their comfortable bubble of spring time warmth. The weather wasn't odd to the normal residents of the town, however any outsider would be confused at the warmth of this particular night in January. The full moon watched over the world, a silent guardian breaking through the darkness to light the way for late travelers. This particular night, however, the pathways were lined with decorative lanterns to ward off the darkness even further. Young children were running around at an hour they should have been sleeping, unattended by unworried parents. Tonight was the first night after the changing of the year, a festive time for the people of Teneber. No one could remember how this particular festival started, but for the first two nights following the start of the new year the town closed its borders and socialized through the night. Unfortunately for the teens of Tenenber, it also marked the last two days of their "winter" break, not that it mattered to any of them anyway. The smell of food filled the air, mingling with the laughter of the relaxed population. Beer vendors served teenagers and adults alike, spreading the cheer and high spirits to all willing to pay for them. With the clearing so bright, one would almost miss the giant mansion looming over the town. Perhaps that was the original reason for the Festival of Fortune, to drive the dark walls away with the lights of thousands of burning candles... But such stories were only fairy tails woven by the town's elderly. Standing at the edge of the circle of light was a young woman with lightly tinted hair, seemingly dyed a soft pink to further accentuate the paleness of her eyes. The hazy blue watched passerby's casually, remaining unnoticed by those happened to walk past. The woman inhaled deeply, taking in the various scents of food, liquor and people alike. A shiver ran down her spine as excitement filled her veins, the old feelings of a brewing hunt returning after her decades away from Teneber. Licking her lips, the odd woman stepped from the shadows into the light filled street. The light revealed a unique outfit, elegant, but out of place even for the dated town. Clothed in a blouse-like dress that stopped mid-calf, the long sleeves bellowed out to ruffles around her slender wrists. The neck was tied off with a pink, satin bow garnished with a jewel that matched the color of her eyes. Her knee-high boots were heeled and laced up the front, somehow adding an even further illusion to elegance in the modern world. Despite its oddness, the outfit was quite simple and drew no more attention than her pink hair did as she walked slowly down the road. The woman seemed to float through the crowd without drawing much attention aside from the occasional child staring at her in wonder. She let her nose guide her through the town, wandering for a while before latching on to a particular scent. Just recently a girl smelling strongly of mint had walked the path, leaving behind a mouth water scent. An irritating itch had been bothering the young woman's throat for days now, something that wouldn't go away with just anything. Picking up her pace only slightly, Ysabella started on her path to finding the person carrying mint gum in their pocket. It didn't take very long for Ysabella to catch up, sidestepping into the shadows before reappearing on the path several feet ahead of her intended target. She turned her head slowly to study the blonde child, a young girl who still looked to be in high school. The smell of mint was so overpowering that Ysabella almost missed seeing the eye patch, a small detail that didn't bother the 'immortal' all that greatly. "What a shame to ruin such beauty." Ysabella's voice rang through the air like wind chimes, light but filled to the brim with superiority. Her Italian accent was audible but just barely, difficult to pick out if one wasn't familiar with it. Fixating her eyes on her prey, Ysabella smiled, ignoring the rest of the world around them. Stepping forward lightly, Ysabella closed the distance between them, her excitement under control but ever growing. "Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?" Ysabella's own eyes flashed with a mischief, hoping to rile up the child. Nothing tasted better than blood hot with rage or fear.	Name: Ysabella Mei Age: 500 {Appears early-mid 20s} Gender: Female Personality: Ysabella gives off that spoiled, rich girl vibe however she is no stranger to work. Very proud of her heritage, she is quick to anger if insulted and not opposed to taking physical measures to prove it. Despite her entitled view on life, Ysabella can also be quite kind and caring toward others. 500 years of life has given her a sort of intelligence complex, making her easily irritable when she doesn't know the answer to something. As intelligent as she is, the secrets modern technology elude her, hence why she choses to inhabit the slowly evolving town of Teneber. Ysabella is practical but not cold, she sees things for how they are but will listen to the oppinions of others willingly. She is not one to have her decisions changed on a whim, but she is not inflexible either. The most surprising thing about Ysabella, though, would be her sense of humor. Usually wearing a straight, dignified face, Ysabella doesn't usally come across as the joking type, however her sense of humor is in a league of its own. Bio: The only surviving daughter of Affonso and Livia Mei, Ysabella grew up in household with two overprotective parents. She was the only surviving girl in a set of twin girls, but not the only survivng child. Her two elder brothers were much older than her, having already reached their blood lust a few decades before she was even born. The middle child was a mean soul, always teasing and picking on her for being so frail and spoiled. The eldest, however, first taught Ysabella the meaning of compassion and then helped her develope her skills with Illusion to counter her brother's taunts. Over the years the siblings have grown quite close, finding mutual respect and understanding for each other. After the death of Livia, the family remained in contact but drifted their separate ways. Most staying in Europe, Ysabella was the one to move farthest away to America. ~ Psychic Strength: Illusion Other: Ysabella is Italian, though her accent has faded over the years spent in America. She enjoys dressing in gothic style clothing and drinking red wine, but secretly loves to sing.
4,995	133	1	1,925	466	It was the night of the festival, however the young redhead had remained in the solitude of her apartment flat. She hadn't had any plans, nor the need to actually go outside to socialize, so she stayed behind with the comfort of her... Rather large cats. She leaned back in her sofa, sighing as her legs sprawled out over the leather cushions. Shani held a ball of fluff in her arms, the large mass letting out an audible purr. Soon, the strange animal stood up and stretched, its emerald green eyes squinting as it hopped off of Shani and padded elsewhere. "Bye, Big Kitty." She whispered, finally sitting up to glance over at the paper decorations that were hung by the towns residence outside of her balcony window. It was rather tempting, to go outside, then again... Shani could just sleep. It has been a long night of studying and going through a mid-life crisis... Slowly, she rose from her sofa and stared down at her pajamas, feeling a little lazy, and slightly disgusted with her recent actions of simply lazing about doing absolutely nothing. "Should I go enjoy myself...?" The young woman asked, crouching in front of a white feline that was currently licking its hind legs. Patiently, Shani waited for a sign from her pet, and what she had received swayed her decision; The white cat had sneezed and walked away from her. The great deity has spoken, now she must go outside and enjoy the festival. She tied her curly red hair back in a messy bun and put on a pair of white washed jeans. Shani then threw on a loose black sweater and slipped on a pair of flats. With her nightly look completed, she slung her purse over her shoulder and left the comfortable confinement of her home. She had a faint smell of laundry detergent, yet the scent was masked with a load of cheap perfume she sprayed practically all over herself in order to pass off as socially acceptable. As she walked down the street, she focused on the festivities, especially the teenagers that sauntered around, shouting gibberish and flaunting the alcoholic beverages they managed to get their grubby little hands on. The youth in this town was extra annoying, especially when they were shitfaced drunk. The night was far from over, and with festivities like these, she doubted everyone would go to sleep when the sun rose. It was rather nice to be able to celebrate, even though at first Shani seemed to object to the idea of participating in town activities. She went deep into town to settle down at a small bar, hopefully she would be able to get at least a small drink. It was a festival, and she was technically an adult. Not twenty-one, but still adult material.	Name: Shani Halabi Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Shani has a phlegmatic temperament. Just as she appears, calm and courteous on the exterior, she is also coordinated. Shani is one that attempts to consider the whole situation before making a decision, though based on empathy for the most part (ex. "Because it is the right thing to do, rather than it is fair."). She enjoys the company of others, as it gives her a chance to keep connected with the world around her. Despite her upstanding facade, which one may easily be led to believe, she does not mind quarrels as long as no serious harm is dealt. She is generally easy to approach, and can make a great conversationalist as time goes on, because of this it is very easy for her to gather information and spread it as she sees fit. Bio: To quickly sum it up, Shani lived in a culturally diverse household and moved in order to satisfy her own needs of responsibility and learning. Now she lives in Teneber with a somewhat financially stable flat. Animal Form: A crow Psychic Strength: Compulsion Other: - She has five cats, all are overfed and too fat to even think about going outside. - Her home is rather clean and well organized, which says a lot for someone who has a number of animals. - Shani is a Virgo. - Shani majors in History.
4,996	133	2	1,329	2,344	Austin loved the festival, the lights and the sounds, it all added up to something wonderful even if it did mark the start of school again. He'd never had trouble with school, was always surrounded in willing participants for conversation and he got by. What mattered was that he got by. Well-liked and mostly pleasant, he tried to get along with everyone that he met even if they proved to be something of a pain. He'd met quite a few people who hadn't appreciated his warmth and enthusiasm and he'd always been sort of thrown off by them. He was a constant beam of sunlight, only outmatched by the brilliant smile that he often had to offer in the presence of the people he cared for. He found himself disinterested in many of the games, he'd always been sort of bad at carnival-type games and he didn't think his luck would change any time tonight. Scratching his jaw thoughtfully, he settled on one of the target games and eyed the target before throwing the ball. The soft ding as the first one landed home was a confident boost, the second ding nearly made him jump and made him feel very good. The third ball soared right over the target and hit the ground with a soft thump. It made him and the woman working jump. He made a face and ran a hand through his messy pale blond hair, shrugging lightly at the woman and smiling sheepishly. He hadn't really expected to win, he had a tendency to lose his nerve right as he was getting towards the top. "I kind of suck at these things." a light laugh of the apologetic sort. "I used to suck at baseball. I'm much better at kicking than throwing." This kind of overly honest behavior was normal of Austin and he waved off her offer of one of the small prizes. He wasn't really one to settle and he made a note to come by later tonight and give it another shot, there was no reason not to and maybe he'd actually win this time. Shaking his blond mop from his eyes, the wind was knocking it every which direction and basically making it an aggravation more than a hair style, he got a good look around. The lanterns were bobbing with the way the wind moved and people were walking with the easy freedom that small town life often gave one. That was one of the things he liked about the festival, everyone was so calm and there was so much happening. He knew his dad was probably heading home by now, having filled up on junk food and now probably groggy from walking. That was alright with him, he'd catch him later when he was ready to leave the lights and the laughter. There was something genuinely pleasing about being surrounded in so much positive energy. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he moved through the people with easy steps and breathed in the air of cotton-candy and corn dogs. It reminded him of being younger somehow, made his mind pass over the hazy memories of his mother, a woman with soft blonde hair and pale blue eyes. A woman with a smile that his brain could never completely place because it had been overlapped so many times that now it could have been anyone's smile. He remembered her voice though, soft and beautiful, a laugh that he had inherited, a laugh that got too loud when in full force. However, he couldn't recall much else, she'd left when he was five with some sentiment that he couldn't quite remember. Though he could have sworn it had something to do with her not getting along with his father anymore which was what he had assumed. He'd never once heard them fighting though, which was the oddest thing, he thought disagreements were settled through loud arguments and slamming doors but they had been quiet. He supposed maybe the silence had something to do with it. He had never really asked his father, it had taken the man years to get over it and sometimes he still seemed a little pressed. They never discussed anything deeper than the occasional query of "How are you feeling?", in which Austin usually replied that he was feeling fine and his dad usually replied that he was feeling fine. It was no fun to dwell on misgivings and the Jones family had taken that to heart. Living in the moment had become a motto of sorts and that's what Austin was good at, living in the moment. Basking in the sunlight and trying to work things out without stressing. That's what he was good at and he liked to make sure people knew that through his exuberance and brightness. He made his way to the food and picked out a bag of popcorn, refocusing his thoughts to the task of eating as he looked around for something else that caught his attention.	Name: Jolyne Thawne Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Jolyne is consistently manipulative and violently domineering, apparently lacking much conscience or empathy. She believes that power and domination are what makes a person strong, and as such will only help others if she has some personal gain at stake. As Jolyne considers herself to be technically bisexual, she will openly offer herself to either gender using any method, as long as the person suits her present desires. Since she is selfishly interested in their capabilities, however, Jolyne is incapable of loving another person wholeheartedly. Jolyne was marked by a distinct lack of empathy. Even as a child, she reacted with hostility when outperformed at even the most insignificant thing. This behavior would characterize her relationship with her friends for many years. Although she could show sympathy toward them, she would never care for their feelings and would manipulate them as she saw fit. She also possessed good self-control, and could lie with a straight face with little-to-no physical reactions. Ironically, for all her self-confidence and cruelty, she also desired for the most littlest admiration from her father, whom she emulated immensely. Bio: Having grown up in an environment without a mother-figure, Jolyne had to be nothing less than perfect in her father's eyes just to earn any affection from him. Jolyne grew up to be narcissistic and confident. She relentlessly drilled herself toward perfection and settled for nothing less from herself. Eventually her father died, leaving only herself and her twin brother, Joseph. ~ Animal Form: An abormally large, venomous black spider, about the size of a human hand. Psychic Strength: Compulsion Other: Constantly carries a pack of Extra Spearmint chewing gum. Hates pets and animals. Jolyne lost her left eye in a childhood fight that went too far.
4,997	133	3	646	1,002	Joseph Thawne Festival Tagged;; None Joseph didn't really know what he was doing here, honestly. The festival hadn't really sounded like a very fun, amusing idea the first time he had read it in the daily newspaper, and it certainly didn't sound like a fun idea when Jolyne commented about going, yesterday. However, the festival would be filled with creeps, and Joseph didn't much trust the town's police force whenever it came to stopping some bastard from antagonizing his younger sibling. His over-protectiveness could be slightly overwhelming at times, but since he understood the term 'personal space' and 'chill', he never really bothered her whenever she was up to whatever she liked to do. More like, he'd be in the over-all area, doing something to pass the time whilst he waited for any signs of distress. This festival was a bit...thick, however, and he'd lost sight of Jolyne not too long after 'mingling' - which, for him, meant crossing his arms and waiting - with the crowd. Usually, he'd trust the girl enough to handle his own business in the city, whilst she did whatever she wanted, but the festival was a special occasion, and he had to take time out of his schedule to handle it. Now, here he was, holding some giant piece of swirled, pink cotton candy that some mother gave him for winning her kid a prize at the water-gun-contest. Like Hell he was going to eat this sugary bullshit, mind the language. His sweet tooth had been removed a long time ago, and he much preferred spicy things. The scent drifted through his nostrils, and as he sat at a nearby hotdog stand, festival goers streaming by and by, the sound of 'oohing', and a rather obnoxious voice garnered his attention. Rather stubbornly, Joseph took a giant chunk out of the cotton candy treat, before focusing his attention on the crowd. People;; men, women, and children, surrounded a man in a pin-striped suit, standing over some device. "Come one, come all, and try out the new and improved High Striker~!" The man yelled, his golden teeth glinting with his painful-looking grin, The High Striker was one of those strongman-testing games people usually tried, with varying results. Joseph could at least remember that bit, despite not having played too many games in his life. A large, sledge-hammer-like mallet leaned against the High Striker, seemingly rubber...or was that some other material? It shined, regardless. "For it's first challenger, I want someone strong! I want someone tough! I want..." The man's greedy eyes flickered back and forth through the crowd, obviously searching for someone large enough to give the tricked-out High Striker more publicity. Coincidentally enough, Joseph's dark, disinterested eyes met the man's at the exact moment he screamed that sentence. A sense of annoyance filled the young man. "Him! Come on up, youngster!" Damn it. The crowd cheered, making a path for the tall Joseph, and he entertained the thought of just ignoring them all and walking away, pronunciating this thought by taking another large chunk out of his cotton candy. However, a little kid ran from his mother and father, little hands wrapping around Joseph's much bigger wrist. "Come on mister, you can do it! My dad says that you're just a wuss!" Seeming unperturbed, despite his eyes narrowing at the now sweating, beer-bellied father, Joseph sighed mentally, standing up to his full height. Hands resting in his pockets, the young man walked through the crowd, stopping in front of the High Striker, and the man currently standing on the beefy machine. He glanced over the design - the machine itself was very, very tall, the top of the tower holding a vibrant, golden-collored bell. Joseph turned his intimidating eyes to the golden-toothed man. "The prize?" He asked simply, his deep voice seemingly snapping the man into his senses. "Oh, yes!" The man reached back, and slid a table from behind his booth. On the table were a large assortment of stuffed toys and candid items, with a very large golden star on each one. The same kid that had so ignorantly 'betrayed' his dad seemed to beam. "I want that one!" The kid yelled, pointing at an overstuffed teddy bear. Joseph glanced back, an eyebrow slightly being arched, before he turned back to the machine. "Move." He said to the greedy man, whom leaped back, his grin now slightly malicious. It was quite obvious to Joseph, now, that this was some kind of hoax. What sort of hoax? He didn't really know...but he was going to break it. He was pretty good at breaking things. Taking his hands from his pockets, Joseph grasped the large hammer/mallet with both hands, bringing it up to bear as if it weighed nothing. As the crowd held in their breath, the owner of the machine still giggling like a school girl, Joseph exhaled silently, before opening his eyes, bringing the hammer down with a deep grunt. CRACK The sound of the High Striker's impact pad breaking down into itself ripped through the air, along with the sound of the wooden-stocked mallet breaking into splintering halves. The High Striker's tower began to glow a shining red, making incessant ringing noises as the light blasted upwards, almost instantly reaching the top. Once it reached the top, the golden bell began blaring at a very high volume, shaking like a twig in a tornado, before breaking off and slamming into the swindling owner's bald head, knocking the man, dazed, to the ground. Amongst the noise, Joseph grabbed the over-stuff, star-patterned bear, silently handing it to the staring little boy. With another disinterested, yet immensely intimidating glance towards the sweating, pot-bellied father, Joseph walked back over to his cotton candy, picked it up, and began heading towards another part of the carnival. He was getting pretty bored here.	Name: Joseph Thawne Age: 19. 20 soon. Gender: Male Personality: Joseph, on the exterior, comes off as a stoic, cool-headed young man, preferring the use of his fists, rather than the use of his words - since words can easily be meaningless and useless, while action would forcefully change minds and inspire actions. He is tough;; seen as a rough-housing delinquent or rebel, while Joseph himself keeps an over-all neutral, disinterested personality, whilst managing to stay perceptive, intelligent, and very quick-witted. He's relatively fair and honest, although only loyal to those he deems safe enough to be loyal to, and despite his sister's personality, he's still rather protective over her, beating the asses of anyone that would attempt to harm her - even if she manages to get to them first. Despite his fierceness in battle, and his tough stoicness during other times, he still manages to be gentle in some aspects - such as walking old ladies across the street, or helping a cat out of the tree. However, since he hardly, if ever smiles or laughs - the most you being able to get out of him is a smirk or chuckle - most people are intimidated, and won't expect him to help them. Due to this, he mostly keeps to himself, and has learned not to expect thanks from unappreciative jackasses. Bio: Joseph's home situation isn't good, let's just say that much. He has no father, never had a mother, and lives only with his sister, whom he doesn't really see all that much due to him working more than one job, mostly in the construction/carpenting business. He also works as a bouncer. ~ Animal Form: Abnormally large and black bear, being larger than even Joseph's human form - whom stands at 6'4. It weighs over a ton, but despite this, it's incredibly fast and naturally strong, which will only increase in training. Psychic Strength: Illusion Other: Always wears his hat, which has no back part. He usually has his hands in his pockets because it keeps them warm. As a vampire, he won't use his fangs or claws , preferring his fists. He didn't want to be a vampire in the first place. Possible problem later on? He's a professional at multiple fighting styles, due to his hard life - and the many 'career' choices he's been through to support his one-person family. The styles are 'Boxing, Muay Thai, Dambe, and some arts of free-style Wrestling.' He's very physically built and tall, which can make him very intimidating. However, it's has no fat, which doesn't make him seem brutish. His physique is all healthy muscle, compact and powerful.
4,998	133	4	1,032	421	"Yes, auntie," Victoria said quietly, picking her way across the street towards the glow of lanterns and the buzz of people. "Yes, I'm—no. Yes, I'm going to the festival. No, I didn't, you were asleep—yes, auntie. Yes. Auntie, alright, I'm going now—goodnight!" She hung up with a huff, sliding her phone into her pocket and hurrying forward. Her aunt was...eccentric. Nine times out of ten, she was passed out in her room and completely uninterested in what Victoria was doing; the one time she woke up, she was an overbearing freak. Victoria had been hearing about the year's end festival all year—it would be her first, since she'd only recently moved to Teneber. She was excited, even if she'd gotten separated from her friends on her way in. Her knee high boots crunched over the gravel as she slipped into the thick of the festival. She wore a chunky, long knit sweater with large buttons dotting the front, open over a tight tank top and fitted skinny jeans. Her makeup had been carefully crafted to look soft and natural in the warm light of the lanterns, her eyebrows and lips darkened, hair wrapped up into an artfully messy bun. Her favorite gold jewelry flashed at her neck and ears. She had much flashier outfits in her closet, but she really just wanted to look pretty AND comfortable. She nodded to those she knew as she passed—quite a few people, both from and not from school. She bypassed the carnival games—they were no fun playing solo, but maybe she'd find a partner later—and her eyes lit on the food from afar. Tossing a smile to a blonde boy picking out popcorn, she selected a caramel apple and paid quickly, settling quietly onto a stool, watching the crowd. Her eyebrows raised at the shrieking noise that suddenly burst from the High Striker across the street. She smiled at the thought of it being broken on its first use, and her eyes caught the man responsible's. She raised her candy apple to him in a mocking toast as his gaze slid away. "You ever see a thing like that?" she laughed to no one in particular, voice holding an ever so slight London accent.	Name: Victoria West Age: 18 Gender: Female Personality: Charming and friendly at first, Victoria is actually fairly cautious. She's not a compulsive liar, but she values privacy. Can be cold and controlling, and when she's truly angry, she's icy. She comes across as self-assured and confident, always looking to be on top, but actually is rather insecure about her abilities—she knows she's smart, charming, and talented, and uses these skills to her advantage, but she's afraid they'll be taken away at any moment. On the other hand, she's loyal to her true friends to the death. She also takes any secrets she's entrusted with to the grave. Trust is very important to her, but she trusts few—she's always waiting to be used. Because of this, she's secretly very lonely, as most of the people around her are social climbers and yes-men; she really wants real friends. Bio: Victoria's home life is...cold, to say the least. Her mother and father are estranged, but for the sake of appearances live in the same house. They're fairly rich, and Victoria (somewhat) takes that for granted, but she finally couldn't take it anymore. After eighteen years of being used by one parent or the other to get back at the other, she's had enough, and managed to convince her parents to let her transfer to Teneber, where her aunt lives, so she's finishing her senior year there; away from her parents and all of her false 'friends.' Victoria also prefers talking people to her side rather than fighting them. ~ Animal Form: A black cat with blue eyes. Depending on her mood when she transforms, this cat can be as small as a kitten or as large as a bobcat. Psychic Strength: Compulsion; her victims rarely notice that something's 'off' about the sudden urge to do as she wishes. Other: -has a talent for dance and singing -has a faint English accent -athletic, but she's fast rather than particularly strong
4,999	133	5	1,078	1,927	Tagged; The loud noises that were likely from the festival outside his home woke Loki up, and his alarm soon sounded afterwards. He always woke up right before his alarm would go off, something that always confused Loki to a degree. Raising his arms to stretch, the crack of his stationary bones resounded throughout his body. Loki had decided to take a quick hour nap before the festival happened, as he was tired from college earlier in the morning. "I wonder if this festival is as good as people claim." he said, outloud, to no one in particular, a smirk gradually forming on his face. "Eww you have that smile again Loki. It looks gross." his younger sister, Eris said with a teasing grin. "You only have that smile when you're up to no good." she continued, patting his back, whilst discretely placing a sticky note there. Loki hadn't noticed, "Right back at you Eris." he replied, ruffling and messing up her hair, before walking towards the red and flowery rigid door. The flowery and red pattern was another prank by his parents, though Loki didn't mind, he did like it after all. He walked downstairs, the wood creaking at each step. The smell of roasting meat and melted cheese met Loki's nose, Ham and cheese? he thought to himself with a raised eyebrow. His Mother and Father, Joanne and Ryan respectively, were downstairs inside the kitchen. His father was reading the newspaper, and his mother was cooking a light meal. When he entered the kitchen, his parents greeted him and he sat down and began eating the warm, light meal his mother had prepared before going to the 'Teneber Festival.' Hastily eating the prepared food as he was somewhat excited at this anticipated festival, his father mockingly grinned and said "Slow down or you'll choke like you did a week ago." he chuckled before switching his gaze back to his newspaper and licking his finger to turn the page. "Dad, will you stop mentioning that? It hurts my feelings." he replied sarcastically. The meal was rather good the cheese melted in his mouth and the meat was just right, his Mother was always a good cook. After eyeing that his meal was finished, his father got his wallet out and handed Loki a few ten dollars, about 70 dollars in total and his mother gave him 50, totalling to 120 dollars. "Use that to enjoy the festival, and don't spend it all on your fancy kid toys and dolls okay?" his mother teased, knowing that he liked collecting figurines and such. "Maybe I'll spend it on drugs this time. I heard the kids around this neighbourhood love 'em." he joked before getting up from his wooden seat. "Better than spending it on your girly toys, son." his father replied, not lifting his gaze from the ever so interesting newspaper. "Yeah yeah." he said, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. Turning around from the kitchen, his parents eyed the sticky note and both donning the family grin, the mother began patting his back to keep the sticky note firmly on his back, while saying "Have fun." With a confused face and a raised eyebrow, he replies with "Sure, thanks." The creak of the floorboards could not be heard over the loudness of the festival, and stepping into the hallway, stepping outside he noted that it was warm yet there was a layer of frost covering the floor. So he decided against wearing a jacket, only taking his maroon beanie and placing it over his head. Even though it was warm, his breath was still visible. Something that confused Loki, but didn't bother him too much. As he approached the festival, which was relatively close, the strong smell of alcohol hit his nose. The pathways were beautiful, lined up with decorative lanterns that were visually pleasing to the eyes. Eyeing left was an alley, with two people and from the looks of it, the man harrasing a woman. Switching his direction towards the alleyway, he quickened his pace and grabbed the arm of the rather odor-filled man. He smelled of pure alcohol, and his clothes smothered in what looks to be puke, atleast Loki hoped. "Hey hey, it's a festival, don't go around harrasing females." he said coldy, in contrast to his usual tone. Glanving the female who looked distraught yet relieved that someone came to help "Go." and with one word she took off. The man got freed from his grip, and with a "Fuck off, Greenie." he swung horizontally towards Loki. He simply stepped backwards to avoid the rather frail swing, and lunged forward digging his knee deep into the mans abdomen. "Now go to sleep for now, don't harass women while you're intoxicated." he said darkly, in contrast to his eerie smile before the drunk closed his eyes with fear. Leaving the drunk in his own piss and grime, Loki walked off, cracking his left arm and began walking on the pathway again to the busy festival. The amount of drunken teenagers and children unattended increased with each step. Hearing a large 'DING' or, well 'Crack' his eyes snapped to an attraction, the 'High Striker' as the sign said. Seeing a rather bulky teenager basically breaking the attraction in pieces. Loki chuckled to himself, to see the owner's face distort from greed to utter surprise in quick succession. The teenager then began collecting his prize and handing it to a kid, "How nice of you." he said to the bulky teenager patting his back, in mock salutations, though his real purpose was to carefully place a sticky note as he was passing by, "Well I'll leave you to your devices now, O strong man." he finished and flashed a mock salutate before leaving. As he was walking away, he hastened his pace, as the strong teenager might notice and subtle disappeared into the crowd of drunken men and women. After his exchange he began looking towards the other attractions filled to the brim with teenagers and adults alike, mostly drunk. "Such a lively atmosphere."	Name: Austin Xavier Jones. Age: Seventeen. Gender: Male. Personality: Austin was born with a natural enthusiasm for life, he was a bit of a golden boy from the start and he had big plans. With a natural intelligence and a love for nature and all it had to offer, Austin was made to be gentle and gentle was exactly what he was. Bursting with an exuberance and a seemingly never ending stamina, the boy was just made to embrace everything that life had to offer him. With a natural need to help people and a warmth about him, Austin was easy to friend throughout school and had a natural need to be surrounded in friends. An extreme extrovert and full of pride in the things that he accomplishes, Austin is an overall nice guy but not dumb. The boy is clever and genuine in the way he solves problems, sometimes exceeding past what's expected of him. Bio: Fairly normal with a single father who was very doting throughout Austin's life and nothing but pale memories of his mother. Very social and often seen with many groups of friends but not very close to any of them. ~ Animal Form: A wolf with white tipped ears. Psychic Strength: Compulsion. Other: He's a Libra. He owns a tabby cat named Rusty. He likes to read and he plays soccer in his free time.

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