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5,500 | 150 | 13 | 460 | 495 | Jay C didn't really seem to be good at translating what she was saying which irritated Eve. This guy. He didn't want to get out of the vent but insisted for some reason, she really couldn't tell what his deal was. "Look, if we should keep going that's fine. But if this is a hallway we can just walk to where ever there's clothes." She said in exasperation. The grate was already off the vent, and she was already halfway through it. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,501 | 150 | 14 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay saw as Eve was trying to get out the vent, but pulled her back by her sweater.
"Wonder why we couldn't open the door? The whole place is locked down. Unless you have a power tool or a blowtorch, you can't open these doors." He released the woman and sighed with a disappointed face. "Let's just move forwards. The next vent should be the one we need." That said he took the lead, going around Eve in the cramped duct as if he was a mouse. He never had problems with small places. He just hoped that his suspicions won't come true. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,502 | 150 | 15 | 460 | 495 | whatever, she huffed, pulling herself back up and then She glaring at him from behind as he took the lead. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested going down then she thought, scuffling after him. Maybe the cramped space and the sleepy feeling really wasn't helping. This was why she hardly slept, as a college student you just don't and as a nurse always on call you can't afford to do so. Learning how to function on minimal sleep was possibly her best feat and the stupid hibernation screwed that up. She needed coffee or a cigarette or something ending in -ine. If things kept going down hill she was going to wish she'd died like everyone else. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,503 | 150 | 16 | 15 | 3,140 | jay led in front. He was exhausted and wanted a good breakfast. Or a lunch if possible. However he thought that it would be pretty unlikely at this point. Maybe an MRE at best. He thaught about different foods he saw in magazines and really wanted to eat them. His stomach began to rumble. Better not think about food. For the next minute or so they crawled in silence. Soon Jay spotted the grate they were looking for. "This is it" He held himself in palce with his hands above the grate, and kicked it down with his legs. The screes instantly gave up, and the grate fell on the ground, and immidiately Jay followed. He waited for Eve to land too, and then he took the corner. He was so excited. Food and supplies avaible for them. He spotted the room "There!" He walked to the door. It responded to a short code and opened with a hiss. But as soon as it opened, his confidence dropped as fast as it came when he saw the room. "We are so screwed...." It was gone. The food, the supplies, the clothes. EVERYTHING. He ran in the room and one by one kicked in teh lockers. He was furious. After 300 years of being frozen they would just let them die here! He was so angry, he let out a maniac shout and brought a whole line of lockers, which fell to the ground making a loud noise. He just noticed Eve who looked at him like one looks at a psychopath. He coughed and straightened his shirt, wiping the dust off of it. His face tunred back into his usual, depressed and sad look, and he just sat down in one corner, silently thinking about possible solutions. He didn't notice but he slowly bited his nails off. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,504 | 150 | 17 | 460 | 495 | you've got a little blood right there buddy, she said, scuffing her finger across the corner of her mouth. "might wanna get that checked out, could be pretty bad."
Her words where voiceless though, lost in a tone that hardly signified the gravity of the situation. It was perhaps that the situation simply outweighed any that Eve had ever experienced, that alone was true enough. She thought silently for a moment of any way they'd be able to survive. If the inside was this unlivable outside must be even worse and so leaving was a definite no. They could continue looking for clothes and food, wandering the halls for some three hundred year old supplies that may or may not lie waiting in the forgotten bowls of the facility. That was unlikely given what the outside circumstances might be but it was one of their only hopes.
"lets just go, we can gather whatever is left over from the other rooms." Eve said, a sullen tone dipping in between the apathy. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,505 | 150 | 18 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay shook his head violently. "No use! You can't open these doors. I tried. The only reason we could open this is because this was overwritten by whoever took the supplies." He stood up however and walked to the open door. He stopped before exiting the room, and looked back. He pointed at a small foldable chair "Though we might need that." Then he left the room and walked down the corridor without looking back. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,506 | 150 | 19 | 460 | 495 | With a sigh Eve grabbed the chair and started after him. "look kiddo we'll figure this out. We could go back to the other room and see if there's anything left there." She said trying to keep their spirits.
In the room with the vent she set up the chair, letting Jay go back up first this time.
Somewhere in this facility had to be something of use. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,507 | 150 | 20 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay once again found himself in the wretched vents of the facility. In the past 3 minutes he already forgot the stink that was here, and now that he came back, he almost threw up. Not that it was so bad, it was just a surprise compared to the coolness of the actual facility. Anyhow they will need to find a place where they can get supplies and clothes. He was thinking. Real hard. On this level there are 3 rooms like that. Guessing by the terminal's info and what they have seen, this floor is most likely stripped. So either they go up and see if the destroyed levels still have supplies, or they go down even more and hope they find something. However time is against them. He turned back and looked at Eve. He opened his mouth trying to say something, but he closed it and stopped. He sat down and turned around. Jay looked into the eyes of the woman. "Look. We have to choose the lesser evil here, and I want you to think it through with me. We either go up, which is a risk we might die, or we go down and find nothing, and probably get stuck there. None seems good, and both could end up with us dying. So what is your bet?" | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,508 | 150 | 21 | 460 | 495 | Eve thought about it for a while, neither of their chances were good but honestly she couldn't remember the lay out of the building and had no real idea of which way might be better. From what jay had said, up sounded better. "up-" she said as her breath caught. She gasped trying to catch her breath before coughing. Her throat was constricting, the dry air wasn't helping. She needed her inhaler, but it was gone. The people were supposed to give it back when they woke up but obviously that hadn't happened.
She rest her head on the metal air duct, trying to take deep breaths between wheezing and coughing. This was the best she could do for now. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,509 | 150 | 22 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay heard coughing and turned back to look at Eve. She first just waved and Jay followed onwards, but after minutes of ever intensifying coughs he looked back to see Eve coughing over a shaft. He crawled back to the woman and sat down next to her. "So, do you have asthma? You should have said earlier, maybe there was an infirmary back there somewhere." He waited until the woman stopped coughing and startes crawling again, this time at a lower pace. Again minjtes of silence fell. Jay had enough time to think. And he thought about all sorts of stuff. Somehow a good beefsteak was all he wanted, amd his groaning stomach reassured him of that, and shared his passion about meat with him. However he still kept the image of the map in his head, so he would know where they were. Roughly. Very roughly. I mean he kinda knew the estimate whereabouta of their location. He sighed at this thought. Who is he to kid. A few ducts before he completely lost their location. But as fortune goes, not so long ahead he spotted a new shaft. He looked back at the wheezing Eve. "I will look around here, if you want you can stay up there. Be back in a minute." That said he kicked in the vent and jumped down into the room below. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,510 | 150 | 23 | 460 | 495 | Eve waved him on, takeing a break would be good. After Jay hopped down she rest her head by the now open slot. The cool air of the room was better than the must that was warming the vents. It wasn't for a while that she even began to wonder where Jey had gone off to, or where they where. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,511 | 150 | 24 | 15 | 3,140 | As jay landed on the vent, a long ocrridor appeared before his eyes. There were 4 doorson the side, including oone which caught his attention, with it's large red cross infirmary sign. He went to the door, which opened with some rusty cracking, and then he netered the small room. The infirmary wasn't especially large, maybe some 40 square meters. On the left side the wall was lined with shelves and cases full of different medical products, large bottles, and small tubes that looked alien to him. In from of him were two beds, laid nicely facing each other, with a small curtain dividing them. OIn the right side were a desk, and a small tbale with 2 chairs. Jay walked to the large case with anticipation. He needed something for asthma, like a rebreather. Thank goodness he didn't need to be a genous to spot the unique shape of it. He quickly grabbed it and ran back to the went. From far afar he could hear the coughing. As he came under the went he looked up and shouted "Eve! Catch!" He threw up the small device and the woman catched it mid air. "I think you shold come down here!" With that said he turned his gaze on another door to the left, next to the infirmary. | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,512 | 150 | 25 | 460 | 495 | Eve caught the inhaler and held it for a moment, coughing once more before inhaling it. The bronchialdialator seemed to work still, some forms don't work past the expiration date. She took a long breath of air before yelling back as best she could to jay "be there in a second". Her voice wasn't really a yell more of a croak. after a minuet or some she finally hopped down into the hallway. "where'd this come from anyway?" she said, quietly but in her usual tone.
If there was an inhaler there was bound to be other things, and she could use any number of them at the moment. Medical facilities were usually well equip with a large variety of things that could be useful especially if they were looking to explore a more dangerous part of the building sooner or later. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,513 | 150 | 26 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay tinkered with the terminal next to the door ooposite the infirmary. As Eve asked, he pointed at the door, but didn't cease to work on the terminal. The door was shut tight for some reason, but he realy wanted to open it. It was an equipment room according to the terminal, which is something they can't miss. After a minute of tinkering the lamp turned green next to the door, indicating that it is open. The door hissed and with loud screeching it opened. The room was very small, and half of it was covered by debree. The ceiling was torn apart, and water poured in from above. Jay sighed, as the water coming out of the room wet his sneakers. There wasn't much water and he guessed that ice started melting when he turned on the heating. If that's so they wil have to be more careful in the future. He looked around in the room, but the only thing he found was a pen. The debree covered the actual equipment so he put away the pen and went outside. He closed the door and shouted for Eve "How are you doing?" | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,514 | 150 | 27 | 460 | 495 | Eve strut into the room intent on getting every useful device in it. Fortunately for her, that wouldn't be possible. The room was stock full of ever medical supply i doctor could dream of, many far to large to carry. She found a dark bag under the desk full of miscellaneous papers that she removed. It was big enough to hold the necessities though there wouldn't be much extra room. She didn't have time to waste and started organizing the supplies into stuff she would want and useless stuff. Shelf after shelf she arranged jars of painkillers and antibacterial pills and every other kind of pill, as well as rows of needles and boxes of gauze. Really she had everything she could want.
And then he called out. Jay, of course. She'd forgotten all about him. Not that she was unhappy he was around, just, she didn't like people. She wouldn't want him not to be around. Empty backpack over her shoulder she went to the door and peered out. "You don't have to yell i'm right here," She said firmly, after a short sigh she continued, smiling a little now. "But yeah, i'm okay" So she maybe was trying to be a little nicer. He'd pretty much kept her from dieing so maybe he deserved it.
"There's a lot in here,". She gestured to the door. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,515 | 150 | 28 | 15 | 3,140 | Jay heard the woman, and suddenly started to develop a tiny grudge. He leant into the door's opening from behind the wall, and gave a piercing gaze to Eve before slowly disappearing behind it. he had to make a choice. There were two rooms left to go, none which had a label. At one point they had, and a few colorful dots could be seen on the doors and the walls, but the reast was eaten away by the cold. He started to hum a nursery rhyme and choosed a door randmoly. After some tinkering, the door opened with a neat hiss and voila! The conents revealed itself to jay.
At first he was surprised the door opened so swiftly, but after he went into the room that was least of his concern. It was a break room. With a few vending machines. Most of them were partially empty, and signs of rush could be seen around the room. Littered cans and bags were all over the floor. But the two machines full with soda and snacks was something out of a dream. He walked over to the machines, and tried a few buttins, but they had no power. Strange. Jay looked around the room for anything useful, and fixated his eyes on a fire extingsher. With some strong blows the vending machines gave up, and their glass fell on the ground. He couldn't help but shout "Halelujah!" as he spotted ice coffe amongst the cans. He grabbed one and instantly drank it. As he was gulping it down, he felt the energy slowly returning to him, as coffeine made it's way through his veins. He rolled a can of coffe over the the infirmary's door where Eve was packing meds. "Leave some place for these babies too!" | Name: Jay Christoper
Nickname: Jay C
Age: 32
Appearance:
Skills: Craftmanship, Computers
Background: Jay was just like any normal children. He went to school, and played with the other children. That was until an accident when he was 7. He was hit by a car, and he fell in a coma for 2 months. When he woke up, his soical abilites faltered, and he had to learn to speak again. He went to a school that worked with disabled children. There the teachers noticed his amazing ability to build things out of LEGO bricks. It soon became clear that he had good skills for craftsmanship. After that his past time activities always included some crafting and tinkering.
When he was 12 he was introduced to the magical world of computers, by a fellow classmate. He took a keen interest in them and soon he was not only tinkering with wood and plastic, but with computers too. He very quickly learnt to program and by the age of 16 he made his first automatic hacking tool which could break into almost any computer system, and hack any wirelles passwords. It was then when international agencies started to pay attention to him, as he hacked into databases one-by-one. Not only that, his engineering talent led him to publish multiple new products on the internet, and better variants of some existing items. He was contacted when he was 25, but he refused the idea, with having no interest in being frozen. However when he was 30 he managed to get his hands on some data that predicted the event of the catastrophy, and he volunteered for the program. After 2 years of training he was put into the cryogenic coma.
Personality: He is a very quiet and calm person. He is a real genious, and can understand most things at an instant, but he struggles to express himself. His sentences are very straightforward because of this, and he often finds himself in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. However he is very kindhearted, and if possible, he tries to help out the few people who he accepts as a friend. But he is just misunderstood.
Blooper: Obviously his lack of charisma. Add to that, he has a slight Myopia (i let the doctor figure out what that is). |
5,516 | 150 | 29 | 460 | 495 | Eve finished stuffing the last of the equipment in the bag, finishing with the stethoscope on top. She had everything she could want, except food. How could she have forgotten that, the pair needed another bag.
Jay started rejoicing at something, only a mild concern at this point. A few moments later he seemed to yell something to her and a can of cold coffee showed up. She picked it up mainly because seeing it on the floor was so out of place in the white emptiness that it seemed wrong to leave it. Eve had never actually had ice coffee, or even regular coffee. She preferred tea but in the cold apocalypse beggars can't be choosers. She examined the nutrition label, finding exactly what she'd hoped for.
"Jay we need another bag, and maybe more of these. They've got lots of calories," She said confidently. More calories was a good thing in this situation, and the bottles were conveniently labeled so they could track their food and nutrient intakes, possibly even supplement with vitamins. Eve internally reminded her self to go back and get the vitamins. "but um," she popped open the bottle of coffee and took a sip, realizing how hungry she was. "yeah we need a bag to carry these". She liked the ice coffee well enough, something warm would've been better. She finished it while she switched out the antacids for multivitamins. She stowed a few in the side pouch with other miscilanious pills and tablets just encase. | Name: Ester Renee Vernon
Nickname: Eve- honestly who would name their child Ester? it's 2055, get real.
Age: 27 (or 327 right?)
Appearance:
Skills: medical technician- skilled at fixing up most injuries from scraped knees to broken bones. Heck she'd even know what medicines are best to use, even with the weirdo names they come up with now days.
Background: Ester was born in 2055 to her two loving parents Juno and Andrew Vernon. She was named after both her grandmothers (Ester and Renee) who, coincidentally both died by the time she was ten. Ester had not seen them often anyway, the majority of her extended family lived in the country sides of various state. Her, she lived in Downtown Chicago. The city of the century, boy they forgot to mention the smog and the horrid air quality. Whoever came up with the "city of the century" crap aught to have called it the city of smog every day, at least then there would be some truth in the name.
Before you can know Ester though, you aught to know her parents. They were both only children. They both grew up in cities later moving to the country with their parents, before meeting each other in small town west Virginia. They fell in love instantly. Juno was a beautiful youth and aiming to be a model, Andrew was a handsome football player aiming for a spot in congress. They were two perfect jerks made for each other. They could fight for months and make up in one night. They were everyone's dream relationship. In 2055 they married due to Juno's unfortunate pregnancy and a father who was going to throw her out if she wasn't married by the time that baby came.
So, there was Ester, born with the name of two mom's who would have killed someone if their only grandchild wasn't named after them. Born with a mom and a dad who could scream at each other for days. Not that they didn't love her, boy they sure did. In fact in between completely ignoring her they almost made a game out of buying her more and more expensive things. They tried to out spoil her, it was ridiculous. It worked though, she was a brat all they way up until high school.
Private high school she met students just like her, bratty bimbos. She hated every one of them. Eve, as she now called herself, was absolutely finished with being like them. She took to vegan-ism and looked into all kinds of other religions seeking spiritual guidance. She trained her mind and body to be her idea of perfect, at least she wasn't a brat. This phase led her all the way up to her senior year when she decided to be a nurse, what better way to give back then to help heal people in their mortal body.
When med school started she dropped the vegan crap, it was really unhealthy and impractical and just like the rest of the stupid facade it got Eve no closer to her parents. Med school was tough and though she yearned for her parents attention, she didn't really have time for it anyway. Becoming a nurse practitioner took four years of her life, okay maybe five it was a rough start. She made it though. in 2076 she was a registered nurse and started on her way to being the head nurse. By the time hell broke lose she had become a very accomplished head nurse and with nothing to lose and easily making the qualification she joined the hibernation.
Personality: As a child she was unbearably bratty, as a teen she was equally unbearably spiritual. Now she was just sour. Her parents never loved her and she tended to reflect that at other people. She just had no clue how to properly what people wanted to see at all times. She usually comes off as tough and a tell it as it is kind of person. Deep inside she still misses her parents, even if they never did anything right.
Blooper: Though she is a nurse and knows its a bad habit she used to smoke, and if it becomes available she will do so again. Additionally she has asthma from growing up in such poor air quality often leaving her heaving for air or a coughing mess. Though hypocritical she does have enough sense to snap at anyone else practicing bad habits. |
5,517 | 151 | 0 | 2,219 | 592 | Between the 3 ever-warring Kingdoms of Sedrian, Kushtark and Ordon was, every now and then, a period of peace, initiated by the opening of the Labyrinth, as it was called by the most. A period of peace accompanied with the greed of many, nations, legends, entire mercenary armies, all of them coming together with only one purpose: Enrichening oneself or putting hope into a bizarre legend of actually returning. Whatever the reason was, the entire ‘event’ was, without any gain, hosted by the same 3 Kingdoms, a last piece of evidence for the once united glory known as the Ordon Empire.
It was at such a period of peace, that a mass of people, nearly all dressed the same, was guided onto a big, with all kind of engravings adored field. The Emblem of Teann Ch'i was embedded on all of the them, be it on their cloaks, the, for the misfits cheap, Cylinders or the more fancy Magitek weapons that the so called Conquistadors wore. One would think the entrance to the Labyrinth was some kind of giant door or similar, instead, it was easier and yet more complicated, the entire field was the entrance, activated through some simple magic managed by a collective chosen by multiple power-holders. Apart from that, they were send in in waves, depending on their allegiance, otherwise, arguments about the loot or who to blame could emerge, and while the Labyrinth was a one-way ticket to Hell, it wasn’t limited to just one usage per opening. How one could tell it was open in the first place? That was simple, the entire field was a simple light-show, a ever glowing candle in even the deepest and darkest of nights.
“All right, you all know the drill?” A person leading the entire group finally spoke up. “Everyone still standing here gets executed.” It was simple to understand, for the girl standing in the group as well those besides her, just because you choose the Labyrinth over death didn’t mean you actually mean it like that, and those not going through with their choice would be greeted by the other alternative: Death. “Fuck, they won’t really kill us, will they?” The woman heard another person talking, somewhere in the group, one of those who would most likely still stand here after the entering was done. What a fool she was, as if this public execution was the biggest wrongdoing in that false Utopia that Luthica finally left behind her. “Are you nuts? We wandered through the entire fucking desert and even further just to come here, do you really think they just let you go if you chicken out now? We weren’t made for our society, you should feel grateful to be useful at least like that! Not to mention we got some basic equipment to defend ourselves against whatever we might have to face!” Yeah, the basic cylinder that could hold 5 Crystals and had no other remarkables features, something that was in high-demand outside of Teann Ch’i as it allowed anyone to use magic, but compared to their usual weaponry it was like a Stick to a Sword. The only reason they got it was to boost their ‘value’, well, better than nothing she guessed.
“Alright.” With a self-asserting nod the leader of the group put his arm into the air, also equipped with a Cylinder, he triggered the fire mechanism and a signal flare shot high into the sky: A signal for the mages to initiate the entering. With that, the glowing intensified, more and more, Luthica could swear a few of the misfits bashed onto one of the Conquistador’s, heh, smart move? Trying to get some better equipment before they would be on the...what? Other side? She didn’t know, all she knew everything was blank, blank and white, and she felt dizzy, more and more, she wanted to yawn, but her body didn’t listen, were her eyes open? She didn’t know, but the eyelids felt heavy, and slowly, the woman lost consciousness.
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“Urgh…” With the taste of ash in her mouth, Luthica slowly regained herself, desperate attempts to cough the foul taste in her mouth out, she opened her eyes. What she saw was something she would not have expected in her deepest imagination, a clear night-sky with a moon of a size she had never seen before, it was beautiful, heavily into contrast with the black ashen ground and the single...boned tree? Slowly getting up Luthica examined her surroundings again, right, there were other people, people she had never seen before, none of the group she initially joined with. But people nonetheless.
She wasn’t entirely alone.
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<<Roar of the Bloodmoon>>
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. | Name: Luthica Cyrellion
Age: 20
Where do you hail from?:
Teann Ch'i is an independent self-governing Kingdom consisting of 6 Towers spanning over the Agarian Scar in the name giving Agarian Desert, once stage to the terrible event commonly known as the Spellblaze. Rather secluded from the rest of the world, Teann Ch'i thrives advancement in unlocking the secrets behind Magic, forming Alchemy, Technology and combined, Magitek. Thanks to this, and the huge amount of magical resources generated by the Spellblaze, Teann Ch'i is, even in a desert, self-sustaining and trade is mostly done for the reason of self-protection.
5 of the 6 Towers are placed on the cliffs around the scar, while the 6th one, hold by strong supports, is located mid-air in the middle of the giant scar, accessible through bridges to every other tower. Each tower serves mainly, but not entirely, a different purpose, one being the living quarters, another one houses all the tools and machines to produce good for the daily needs, a third one dedicated to education and theoretical research, the fourth and fifth one specialized for more practical (and dangerous) research and execution, and finally, the Bibliotheca Machina, which stores all the acquired knowledge and alike.
The government is made up by a council of 6, multiple candidates chosen by popularity but ultimately succeeding through a range of aptitude tests. Those 6 can freely fill up positions under them as they see fit. While there is no nobility or no apparent caste-system, and ones fortune is entirely based what good they bring to the community, a few families have set themselves on the top, producing prodigies on a consistent basis.
A sound mind requires a sound body and thus, the teachings and life of a citizen of Teann Ch'i is one full of studies and duties, basic education like reading, math, magic and physics, but also sports and different martial arts are part of their training.
Basically, Teann Ch'i could nearly be called a Utopia as long as everyone pulls their weight. But those who don't, well, those are marked as misfits, falling behind in one or way or another means death, death or being send into the labyrinth. The labyrinth, with its principles of Equivalent Exchange being very similar to the teachings of Teann Ch'i, is seen as an object of high interest, and while brave conquistador join the dungeon on their own accord, those so-called misfits have either the choice of death or try their luck in the dungeon. This weed out is a socially accepted standard by the entirety of the tower.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
Not fitting the rules of Teann Ch'i, Luthica had either the choice of execution or a slim chance of survival through traversing into the Labyrinth that the citizen of Teann Ch'i hold in high regards.
How would you describe yourself?:
Luthica has a head of her own and does what she pleases. Despite her rather timid look she can be very stubborn and hates following rules and alike. She can be very random from time to times and is capable of igniting the fury of the even most reserved elders. Rather carefree and happy in even the worst situations, Luthica is always forward-looking and can work as a strange emotional support.
And your morals and ideals?:
Luthica doesn't hold much of morals or ideals, everyone is responsible for their own actions and has to deal with the outcome accordingly. Also, she does not value life in a way a normal person would.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?:
Teann Chi's way of alchemy, which main-element is being able to dismantle pretty much anything into pure elemental essences usually stored into a crystallized form. Building, and using, all sorts of devices like mechanical pocketwatches, automatic crossbows or sawblades, including the infamous Cartridges and their Cylinders that allows practically anyone to use magic.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?:
She values freedom and independence, having that taken from her (which already happened to an extent) is something she hates. Since she never had many friends Luthica is also scared of losing those she holds dear.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Her brain and fingers.
Stats:
Strength: 4
Leg Stuff: 6
Dexterity: 7
Homogenized Body Stuff: 3 |
5,518 | 151 | 1 | 2,798 | 1,688 | Arriving on the field caused a rush of conflicting emotions to fill Roan’s head. Stifling a groan as he collapsed to the ground, giving up on trying to stand, he didn’t try to sort through the feelings. Apparently the Labyrinth’s Gate was a significant enough location that even the residual traces he had collected couldn’t help but react. All he had managed to gather was that it was held in mixed regard by those he had “contracted”, and little else. Instead he waited for them to fade before he stood up with a sigh and looked out over the field that stretched out before him.
Though the sun had just begun to poke over the horizon, the field provided its own source of light. Bright immaterial wisps drifted up towards the fading night sky only to be snuffed out a few meters above the short grass. It was scenic really, but he refocused with a few blinks and paused in his involuntary advance with a start. Something here tugged at some deep part of him, but he wasn't ready to head inside just yet.
The road here hadn’t been easy if mostly from the sheer length of his trip. His wanderlust had led him to the furthest points of the lands before, finally fed up with his aimless wanderings, Roan had decided to challenge the Labyrinth. The result had been several months of rough travel through less-than-friendly lands in an effort to arrive as soon as possible. As a result, his pack was far emptier than he would have liked and his contracts had seen more use than they usually did in a year. With the bright sight in front of him though, Roan didn’t feel an ounce of regret.
He recalled that the Gate was supposed to be open for a few days at minimum to even two weeks at longest, giving him more than enough time to rest and recover before he dived back in. The plains were devoid of anything he could use, but there were small woods nearby that would likely house all he need to rebuild his stock of supplies and offer him shelter for the time being.
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Watching the sun set over the horizon, Roan poked at the smoldering flame pit idly. He’d seen more and more people arrive to enter the Labyrinth over the past few days. Their numbers had been enough to blot out the field’s soft glow at times in the night, but they were always gone by the time he woke in the morning, no doubt already within the Labyrinth. The first few times he had seen people disappear and be transported, Roan had to fight the very real urge to simply halt his preparations where they were and go for it. There was something vexing to be stuck doing such mundane tasks while others ventured into the unknown. Yet, the logical side won out for Roan. The Gate wasn’t closing just yet, and there was no telling what would await him on the other side. Best to be ready than wanting after all. With a sigh, he set about finishing for the night and getting ready to sleep. There would be a few more days before he was fully set to join the many that had entered before him.
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Roan awoke with a start, his markings flaring a bright red as he instinctively called on his magic. On his feet and examining his surroundings quickly, the Raulite felt his heart plummet. ‘This is not where I fell asleep.’ Aside from the fact that he wasn’t in the safety of a tree, the more obvious sign was the unnatural moon that hung above his head, vastly larger than the one he was familiar with. Beyond that there was the fact that it was night, and Roan was confident enough in his internal clock to know he hadn’t slept for an entire day. Lastly there was the fact that there were others around him, others he had no inkling of knowing. All of which meant one thing in Roan’s head: somehow, one way or another, the Labyrinth had managed to pull him in from a distance.
With that in mind, his first eloquent word was, “Fuck.” At the very least it hadn’t ripped only him and him alone from his camp. His supplies were around him, if a bit scattered, so he set to gathering them up into his pack while keeping an eye on the others. | Name: Roan Basaris
Age: 19
Where do you hail from?
Roan has nothing that could be called a homeland. Born in the midst of travel that his race is known for, he is one of the few Raulites that remain.
The race looks very similar to humans, but as a whole has a darker tone of skin color. Their bodies also tend to be lightly built, with heavy, muscular individuals being incredibly rare amongst them. Their most noticeable trait would be the natural “tattoos” that form as Raulites age though. A magically inclined race, Raulites boast a sheer depth of power that few others can match. This pool of energy nourishes their body as well, bolstering them physically. As a result, Raulites can live for vastly longer than humans, easily reaching up to centuries in age if careful. The “tattoos” are actually pathways where energy flows through their bodies made visible. An easy way to gauge a Raulite’s magical strength is to simply examine their “tattoos”; those with deep pools or fine mastery often have the most pronounced markings.
The race is nomadic now, and with their low numbers their lifestyle doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon. There may only be a few thousand Raulites left at most, possibly even hundreds. They move in groups, too small to be called tribes, of numerous families that number a few dozen at most. Members are free to come and go, as each family within the group tends to be self-sustaining for the most part. Scattered as the race is, there is very rarely contact between the remaining groups. However the fact that most Raulites are agnostic hints that there was once a society for this race. They see higher beings as responsible for the creation of this world, shaping it with great feats of power. Magic is a lesser form compared to what these higher beings used, and would be seen as no more than parlor tricks.
For the most part, Raulites do not care much for the world’s politics and kingdoms. Within each and every individual lies a wanderer’s spirit that refuses to be shackled and tied down. Many dislike the race for their “parasitic” nature, i.e., they move through lands not owned by them and take resources. However little action is generally taken against Raulites for they move through rapidly, staying in a kingdom’s lands for no more than a few weeks. That and the effort to drive them out with force is generally not worth it. They move quickly which means hounding them is an effort in itself, and Raulites generally boast some magical ability as a standard making confronting them difficult.
In regards to the Labyrinth, the general belief seems to be that it is a domain closer to the higher beings than their world. As a result Raulites hold a healthy respect for the mysterious realm and do not actively encourage their young, rare as they are, to challenge it. Nonetheless, they respect those who strive to conquer it, seeing it as a chance to become more than mortal.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?
A mix of childhood fascination and that his wanderlust seems to have lost direction, still driving him to move, but leading him nowhere.
How would you describe yourself?
A young adult who hasn’t quite lost the enthusiasm of childhood. While not happy, go-lucky, outgoing, he does hold a sense of energy in everything he does; very driven as some might put it. Now Roan tends to think a bit rather than diving head first into situations, but he hasn't managed to quash the impulsive side just yet. Combined together, he can become a bit immature in stressful circumstances, easing up to deal with the situation rather than the other way around.
As an restless wanderer, he doesn't have many issues with being alone and is rather comfortable with only the sounds of nature. He doesn't mind company, but isn't particularly used to it so he does tend to withdraw in to himself around others. He doesn't become meek, on the contrary he's usually courageous, but Roan does distance himself. And courageous? Not particularly afraid of challenges or dangers, Roan won't question a decision to try and save a stranger's life, even if it carries the possibility of injury. Outside of the more urgent situations where immediate actions help the most, the Raulite isn't nearly as charitable.
And your morals and ideals?
Roan’s moral compass is one that leads him fairly straight in life. He’s willing to help others and would rather simply not associate with others than throw them under for his own benefit. He prefers being remembered briefly by many rather than fondly by a few, never sticking around for long even after he does assist others.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?
He's a good lone wanderer, with all the skills that entails? Self-sustenance away from civilization and by one's self. General survival skills such as gathering and preparing food, setting up shelters, weathering a myriad of conditions, some basic first-aid and medicine, etc. The lifestyle was relatively spartan so his skills aren't particularly elaborate, but they allowed him to live.
Physically. Roan might not be the most athletic individual or powerful warrior, but he's a hardy and resilient survivor. He tires slowly and recovers quickly, can hold his own in combat, and generally isn't the type of individual that bandits go after. Even alone, he carries the air of someone who knows what he's doing and has survived long enough doing so.
Magically too. Because Raulites get the blessings of both. While Roan's abilities are specialized and he can't work anything aside from them, he can still hold his own against others who tap into the more mystical forces. His own magic manifests mostly in abilities that affect and empower him, granting him even more potent physical capabilities. Roan also holds a number of "contracts" with several beings he was drawn to over the course of his travels. The lingering traces attach themselves to parts of his magic-infused body as anchors and allow him to call upon them for assistance in combat or his travels. They are not beings, but closer to recordings left behind in various locations that he has now copied onto his body. Raw feelings and emotions are about as much as Roan can feel from them.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?
Being robbed of his magic is one, albeit it would likely kill him in the process. Living on after that, if it was somehow managed, without his contracts wouldn’t be something Roan would like to do to put mildly.
Anything that interferes with magic would weaken Roan physically as well due to how the magic is ingrained and constantly flows through his physical body. This is counter balanced by the fact that it is harder for his magic to be interfered due to the way it’s wholly integrated with him.
He’s a bit naive if someone can gain his trust? He’s been a solitary wanderer for the past few years with little company for the most part. That’s not to say he’s dumb, but he will generally listen to what others say.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Probably his left arm. His first contract is bound there.
Stats I get one extra, yay.
Strength: 5
Leg Stuff: 5
Dexterity: 5
Homogenized Body Stuff: 6 |
5,519 | 151 | 2 | 1,881 | 771 | On the dawn of the fourth day of the Labyrinth's opening, a lone knight clad in worn armor approached the field, kneeling down in prayer.
"Blessed Austema, grant me the strength to strike down the infernal legions within this cursed Labyrinth. Grant me the fortitude to carry on my holy work within the bowels of hell. And when I fall, let my death benefit church and nation." He chanted before he stood back up, looking back across the entrance to the Labyrinth. From what he had heard, a platoon of Austeman Crusaders would soon be setting out on a campaign into the Labyrinth.
Alexei smiled. If he was to die in the service of his goddess, let him die along those he called brothers. Even after the years he had spent wandering, perhaps he might recognize some of the knights in the Crusader entourage. Drawing his greatsword, he sat down to await their arrival, sharpening his sword with a whetstone as he did so.
An hour later, his patience was rewarded as he spied a group of armored knights bearing a familiar symbol approaching. With a smile, Alexei pulled himself up and headed over to meet them.
"Brothers!" He cried as he approached. "May you be blessed in the name of our goddess Austema!"
"Well, I'll be damned!" A knight in more ornate armor befitting a captain approached Alexei, clasping his arm with a grin. "Brother Galanis? You're still alive? Suppose Rudovich owes me twenty gold now." The knight-captain laughed, patting Alexei on the back. "I suppose you're here to join us in one final, glorious charge, then?"
"Indeed I am, Brother-Captain Birlidis." Alexei replied. "Slay monsters in the name of the goddess and give Isakios a chance to retrieve magical artifacts? No end could be more fitting for a Crusader of the goddess."
"Very well, then. Fall in line. The Labyrinth will be opening soon, Brother."
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And indeed it did. Not ten minutes after that did the Labyrinth open, sucking Alexei and the rest of the Crusaders in. But when Alexei opened his eyes, he saw none of his compatriots around him. Instead, all he saw before him besides a scorched wasteland was a group of assorted adventurers scattered across the ground.
"Fuck." A voice said to his side.
"Indeed." Alexei chuckled. "I suppose it could be worse, though. It is not necessary for me to die alongside my brothers. All I need do is die in the name of my goddess and my kingdom." | Name: Alexei Galanis
Age: 36
Where do you hail from?
The western Kingdom of Isakios is a theocracy dedicated to the worship of Austema, goddess of light and staunch opposer of Hell and the demonic. Every aspect of society in Isakios is controlled by the church, and the nation is rather insular as a result. Isakios possesses a bevy of natural resources, claimed by the church to be a manifestation of Austema's favor towards the nation, and thus has no need to trade with other nations for raw materials. The high priest of the Austeman church controls the kingdom, but Isakios' claim to fame is their military force, the Crusaders. The Crusaders are a holy order of knights dedicated to the church of Austema. The church teaches that the goddess' creed is to destroy all things infernal, and the knights of the church were founded for exactly that purpose. Crusaders are trained in both light magic and the weapons of war. The knights of Isakios are renowned as monster hunters, frequently sending hunting parties out into neighboring countries to wipe out infernal monsters. This has put them at odds with their neighbors from time to time, and wars have started in the past from misunderstandings over this, but in the current age, it is an unspoken agreement that only small numbers of Crusaders are allowed into the countries bordering Isakios at a time, if only because they provide a useful service in slaying monsters.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
A desire to slay monsters in the name of his faith.
How would you describe yourself?
Alexei is a wandering knight-errant dedicated to hunting down monsters wherever he finds them. This knight is so fanatical in his duties that he left his position within his holy order simply so he could slaughter the demonic in nations besides his own. In battle against monsters, he is bloodthirsty and nearly rapturous in his joy at killing monsters whereever they stand. However, when not killing monsters, Alexei is the very picture of a stoic, pious knight.
And your morals and ideals?
At heart, Alexei is a zealot for his church and the goddess he worships. The central creed of the Austeman faith is to slay the infernal, and to Alexei, that is all that matters to him. He is not adverse to helping those in need, but it will always be a secondary priority compared to hunting monsters.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?
As a holy knight of Isakios and the church of Austema, Alexei is an apt physical combatant, with strength greater than the average man, and a hardy consitution to match. He is a skilled swordsman, and specializes in large two-handed greatswords in order to slay the biggest monsters he can find. Additionally, Alexei is trained in the use of light magic. He is capable of firing blasts of magic, as well as augment his sword to smite anything it touches. Alexei is also capable of using his light magic in the form of shields and barriers, but he is less skilled in this aspect of magic than he is in the offensive arts.
After wandering on his own for a number of years, Alexei has also picked up general survival skills, and can fend for himself quite well in the wilderness.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?
If Alexei fears anything, it is the threat of monsters across the world. As a child, he had lost his family and village to a monster attack before he was saved and taken in by the Austeman Crusaders, and to this day, he bears an intense hatred of the demonic as a result.
The downside to being a zealot is that it can make a person quite unreasonable, and this applies to Alexei. Unless given a compelling reason to, he is generally unwilling to leave any monster he sees alive, even at the cost of either his own life or the lives of those around him.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Alexei's right arm, which is his sword arm.
Stats:
Strength: 7
Leg stuff: 3
Dexterity: 3
Homogenized body stuff: 7 |
5,520 | 151 | 3 | 463 | 546 | This was as far south as she had ever been, and most likely the furthest she’d ever go. The ground was not covered in snow, and the air wasn’t as crisp, but with the changing seasons the sky was thick with clouds and threatening to rain at any moment. It gave Arydnia a sense of home, and comfort, but it still wasn’t enough to make her forget why they had travelled all this way. It had taken a fortnight to travel from Taeron to the gates of the Labyrinth, and by the time they had reached the field of departure, night had fallen upon them. With only hours before midnight, and the start of Arydnia's sacrificial ceremony, the men feasted and gathered amongst each other.
As it was against tradition for anyone other then her family to see her before the ceremony she kept to herself in her tent, eating alone and preparing by herself. As time passed, and the ceremony was finally upon her, Arydnia found herself in a bit of a predicament. Standing before a mirror in her ceremonial garb, her hands trembled visibly as she held them out before her. 'Come on, stop shaking.' While she felt nothing, or rather, she thought she felt nothing, Arydnia couldn't ease her nerves even as she scolded herself. Pacing around and taking even breaths, she waved her palms trying to rid herself of any lingering anxiety.
"It's time, M'lady." A voice from outside her tent said, his words causing her to freeze in place. Mouth dry, she swallowed hard and finally willed up the courage to answer back, "Coming." She called out halfheartedly, gaze falling to the rug beneath her feet in a defeated manner. Walking over to a large trunk in the center of the room, she lifted the latch and slowly opened the top. At the bottom of the crate sat a gold plated belt attached to a tall broad sword, the Tobolt crest was engraved boldly onto the shoulder of the blade. Taking the items into hand she attached the belt along her hips, and adjusted the sword so it sat comfortably against her. Taking a look at herself one last time, she gave a heavy sigh before stepping out of the tent. 'Now or never.'
The Kings Guard all fell to their knees at her presence, their swords sinking deep into the earth as the men bowed their heads to her. Licking her lips nervously as she took in the sight before her, her eyes soon fell to her father as he held his arms out to her. “Kneel, Arydnia.”
Taking one final breath to calm her nerves, she went before her father on one knee, and bowed her head. Addressing the men surrounding them, her fathers voice rang out amongst the trees, “Today we have all gathered here to celebrate the life, and death of my daughter, and your princess, Arydnia Tobolt.” In a salute, their fists pounded against their armor, the rattling of their chain mail echoing in her ears. “In honor of the future-king, Aeris, she will sacrifice herself on her 18th name day to the Labyrinth, and will return to us in anew.” They saluted her again, pounding their chests passionately.
Emerging from the Kings tent, Aeris took slow and graceful steps towards them. In his hand sat a rich, golden crown made of twisted branches and roots. Flowers, leaves, and berries adorned the crown, and as it was handed to the king, he slowly placed it onto Arydnia's head. “I bless you with the crown of Tellus. May her energy fill you and give you the strength to face, and defeat your enemies." Taking a step back and standing next to his son, the King opened his arms and smiled down at his daughter, "Now rise, Arydnia."
Standing proudly before her House, Arydnia eyes sat steadily on her father as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “The North will honor your sacrifice for the ages to come, and the gods will bow their heads to your bravery. I've seen great things in you, my daughter. I know you'll make all of us proud.” She could see nothing but greed in the eyes of her father. Even as he encouraged her, she could hear the hunger, and ferocity behind his words and it caused her jaw to tighten in disdain. Staring at her father with a hardened look, she finally returned his words with a curt nod, “Thank you, your grace.”
Turning her gaze to her brother, she bowed her head before him as he stepped up to her. Unclipping the chain from his cloak, Aeris removed the heavy wolf pelt and draped it over Arydnia’s shoulders before securing it with the gold chain. “May Jaho watch over you, sister.” His words were sincere, as was the uneasy look on his face. As his twin, the girl could feel her brothers pain. She knew that once she out of the picture, he would soon become just like her father. Filled with greed, and craving power. If only things could be different. “And you, brother. May the gods bless your reign.” There was so much more she wanted to say, but Arydnia knew that her time here was up. Letting her hand drop, she looked to her father, waiting further instructions.
“From here, you will set off to the Field of Departure where you will draw the Gate Circle. Remember, it must be past midnight for the ritual to work." From the thicket, Sir. Ramsay led out a tall white mare, the soft clopping of its hooves forcing all eyes on him. Motioning out with his arm, her father called the Knight forward as his voice rang out again, "Royalty is forbidden to go any further until the gates have closed, so Sir. Ramsay will lead you there."
Turning to face the old Knight, she was met with silence as everyone bowed their heads to her. With slow steps Arydnia walked up to the horse, her palm petting the mares neck before she helped up onto the saddle. Gazing back at her brother, a heavy frown stretched across her features as she watched his head bow low, "For the good of the Kingdom, and by the blood of the House." In unison, the Kings Guard and even her brother, and father chanted their words as she was lead away, leaving their voices to echo through the tree's in a powerful chorus. This was an honor, she reminded herself, their was no other person that could fulfill her duty. So with a heavy heart, and her head low, she repeated their words to herself in a quiet tone, "For the good of the Kingdom, and by the blood of the House..."
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As they walked through the forest, Arydnia found comfort in the silence that surrounded them. They passed up a few camps, catching sight of other travelers waiting for their chance to enter the gate. The sheer number of people waiting to enter the Labyrinth was astounding, but they were all here for the same thing. To attain magical artifacts, and slay beasts in the honor of the country, kingdom, or people.
“Are you afraid?”
Pulled from her thoughts the sudden question had taken her by surprise, and as he turned to look at her with concern, Arydnia felt her stomach churn in dread. No one, not even she had asked herself this question. She had prepared for this day for years, training non-stop, and listening to her father constantly remind her of the glory, and honor she’d bring to the House upon her sacrifice. It was her duty as the Princess of Taeron, and as a Tobolt, so she could not be afraid.
“No, I am not.” Her tone lacked any depth, and her eyes were as hard as stone. She had prepared for this day all her life, but even though she refused to show it, Arydnia was terrified of the unknown and what would meet her on the other side of the gate.
Arriving at the center of the field, Arydnia pulled her leg over the saddle and hopped down from the large horse. Walking forward and taking in the large field, her voice broke through the silence as she began to draw a large circle in the dirt with her foot, "Are we alone, Ramsay?" Looking up at the Knight once she finished the circle, he gave her a stern nod before grasping the reigns of the horse. Carefully drawing a five pointed star in the center of the circle, Arydnia slowly began to carve out symbols in the dirt. Scriptures from the old language sat in every edge of the star, and once she finished the last rune she stood in the center.
“Midnight, my lady.” Swallowing hard, she nodded slowly before turning to face the Captain, "Right, give me the dagger." Removing it from his belt and tossing her the blade, the Knight grinned as she caught it easily by the grip. "I've taught you well, girl. Now use that strength to see your way through this." Pulling himself onto saddle, the horse trotted in spot as he tugged on the reigns, "We'll see each other again, Princess."
Eyebrows knitting together in doubt, Arydnia gave a hesitant nod, "Of course. Until another day, Sir. Ramsay."
With her words the Knight kicked his boot into the horses side, forcing it into a gallop as he rode away. Left by herself, she waited until he was out of sight in the forest before she began. Taking the blade into her left hand and squeezing the edge tightly, she pulled the grip of the dagger, slicing deep into the palm of her hand. “I call upon the blood of my blood,” Squeezing her hand into a fist and holding it out, she spilt blood along the ring of the circle, outlining the pentagram as she continued, “I, Arydnia Tobolt, Princess of the Kingdom of Taeron, sacrifice myself in honor of the future king and give myself willingly to the Labyrinth.”
From her blood, a thick, black substance began to spill out, defining the edge of the circle, and the runes she had drawn within it. Like a heartbeat, the pentagram pulsed with light, glowing a dull red as it began to open the gates to the Labyrinth. A cold wind swept past her, going through her clothes and sending a harsh shiver down her spine. It was the winds of the North, and they howled at her approach. Sweeping around her and clouding her vision with the dust, she raise her hands up, covering her eyes and shielding her face as the icy storm whipped at her skin.
The ground beneath her boots began to shift like waves, and soon she began to sink into the ground like quicksand. Swirling around her ankles and calves, it locked her in place as it began to liquify into a dense, tar like substance. Her breathing grew erratic, and in confusion and terror she began to claw at the earth around her, desperately trying to pull herself out. Struggling only seemed to worsen things, sinking her even faster. From the muck, tar covered hands began to rise from the surface, oozing the black liquid over her clothes and body as the hands grabbed at her arms and hair. Slender, feminine shapes attached to the hands began to drape themselves over Arydnia in effort to pull her down. Losing her grip, she looked to the sky one last time and before she could even scream, darkness overcame her and she was swallowed whole.
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Her mind was plagued by horrific images during her unconsciousness. Blood, death, and agonizing screams filled her head, and sent a shiver down her spine. Faces of the women before her flashed before her eyes, and as their screams rang in her ears, she was finally forced awake. Gasping for air, and sitting up from her spot along the ground a cold sweat ran through her body as she became fully alert, and aware of her surroundings. Lifting her hands and looking at her clothes, the black tar was no where to be found on her body, however the foul taste of ash had taken over her pallet and the gash on her hand was still bleeding. Looking around and realizing she was in the presence of others, she watched as they rose from their sleep and looked around in the same confusion.
Staying cautious, seeing as she didn't know any of these people, she slowly stood from the ground and dusted off her clothes. The crown atop her head had wilted away, leaving the flowers and plants, dry and dead. Taking its deteriorated state as an omen, she dropping it on the floor and turned to face the unfamiliar figures surrounding her. As a few seemed to begin to chat, Arydnia's focus quickly fell to the strange plains surrounding them. Like the color of the tar that had swarmed her, the dark, soot-like dirt beneath her feet caused an uneasy feeling to swell within her chest, eyes turning up, she gazed up at the large moon, admiring the size as it towered over them.
"Where are we?" | Name: Arydnia ‘Arryn’ Tobolt
Age: 18
Where do you hail from?:
The Northern Kingdom of Taeron is a harsh and unforgiving place. Their winters are all year around, only drifting above freezing temperature during the summer, but if its not snowing, or raining, then there is an almost constant overcast. Miles of forest, mountains, and hills surround the Kingdom while over a dozen small towns, which are governed by the capitol, are located in all reaches of the land. Over time the people have learned to live, and even thrive off of this harsh terrain. The strong only survive in the Taeron, while the weak and old are rumored to be forgotten in the snow.
Religion is a driving force in Taeron. The people worship three main Gods, Joha, Valdis and Tellus. The God of Life, the Goddess of Death, and the Goddess of Nature. While some worship one more then the others, each figure holds a special place amongst families, be it through traditions, or there entire way of life. Northerners have always been said to be superstitious as well, but it comes with good reasons. Before the land had been conquered centuries ago, Giants, Fae, and Monsters roamed, and controlled the North. Even now in modern times natives, and travelers still tell stories of great beasts, and ancient spirits living in the unexplored forests.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
Like the women, and sisters of the Tobolt family, it is Arydnia’s duty as the ‘Princess’ of Taeron to sacrifice herself to the Labyrinth in honor of her future King, Aeris. However she has always had anterior motives, despite what she has been raised to believe. Coming out alive would not only bring her, and the Tobolt name great honor, but there is also a chance that with her escape, she could bring an end to her families terrible traditions.
How would you describe yourself?:
Arydnia has always been a serious girl. Stoic, drawn, and independent, her father often praised her for her strength, stating that even as a child she hardly ever cried, or whined. Her life has revolved around nothing but the labyrinth, and training, rendering her almost completely socially inept. Blunt, aggressive, and seemingly unsympathetic, its hard for anyone to really get along with her, or for her to get along with anyone else. Past this tough exterior, and while rare, and never with out a rough edge to it, she has been known to show off a kinder side at times. However forming bonds, and making friends has never been at the top of her priorities.
While she holds no contempt for her Kingdom, or people, Arydnia has never felt that she was apart, or belonged to her House. Treated considerably different from her brothers, she has always been aware of how her parents really feel about her. She has seen the greed, and corruption that drives her father, fearing that her brother will only become the same. However in her position, she has no power to protest any of this this. With a life that's been paved for her from start to finish, she's come to accept whatever fate has in mind for it, be it escaping the Labyrinth, or even death.
And your morals and ideals?:
Honor, and power. The two things that the Tobolt House holds to the highest degree. Not only shaping their way of life, these ideals also have a great impact on the people of the Northern Kingdom. Naturally Arydnia began to strive for these ideals. She craved power to impress her father, and brothers, knowing it was the only way to earn respect amongst the members of her house. Unfortunately as a woman of the Tobolt name, honor was something to be achieved after their sacrifice. While it is a hard truth and seems almost unattainable, Arydnia uses this as her driving force to achieve greatness, wanting to be more then just a pawn in her families venture for power.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?:
After years of training under the hand of her father, and the captain of the Kings Guard, Arydnia considers herself an experienced swordsman. Confident in her sword handling, she's precise with a bow, and an even better tracker. While her life had been centered around combat, and strategizing, as a 'Lady' she was put through etiquette training, and taught how to sew, cooking, and dance.
Fast, and precise, Arydnia is without a doubt better then her brothers with a sword. Keeping up with Sir. Ramsay, and at times, even her father, she holds great confidence in her swordsmanship. Because of this she become rash, and even cocky in battle, which tends to be her greatest flaw. Despite this, Arydnia has an unbreakable tenacity and confidence, capable of taking a hard blow, she'll force herself to fight through pain and broken bones to stand her ground.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?:
Destiny has always been an unsettling word for her. As a constant reminder of her fate, it sits over her like a looming cloud, bringing internal self-doubt and fear with her where ever she goes. Of course she'd never let anyone know this. Blocked off by an impenetrable wall, Arydnia builds up her stress, and hides her emotions from others, leaving her with trust issues and wild temper. This puts a toll on any potential friendships, or acquaintances, which more then often leaves her with more enemies then friends.
Which part of your body do you value the most?:
Considering all of her work and training she's been put through, she values her arms the most. Without them Arydnia would be seen as nothing but trash, and a failure to her House name.
Stats:
Strength: 5
Leg Stuff: 4
Dexterity: 5
Homogenized Body Stuff: 6 |
5,521 | 151 | 4 | 1,881 | 771 | As every member of the impromptu group began to get their bearings, Alexei took the time to look at the area around him. Unfortunately, there seemed to be nothing but wasteland around. Except for the massive white tree they were below. And that unsettling black gemstone within the tree. Either way, he turned back towards the group as a black-haired woman began speaking.
"Well, well, I suppose we are inside the Labyrinth, though I don't recognize any of you personally. I guess a small introduction shall do it the beginning? The name's Luthica." She said, before moving towards a girl in armor, examining the cut on her hand. "Mhm, this doesn't look good." Alexei took a moment to glance down at the girl's cut himself, and wondered what the bloody hell Luthica was talking about. He'd gotten worse injuries in arms training as a squire. Then again, he wasn't dealing with knights here. Damn it, why did he have to get separated from his brothers? Falling alongside them in the name of the goddess would have made a better death than dying with these adventurers.
Next, the dark-skinned boy began to speak up, edging away from Alexei for some reason.
"Roan." He muttered.
Well, he was a friendly one. Then again, that could be excused, really, seeing as how the Labyrinth was arguably a death sentence, and he may not have been here by choice.
With no one else speaking up after that, Alexei decided to give his own introduction.
“Alexei Galanis. Crusader of the Austeman church and knight of Isakios.” He bowed as another person began to introduce themself.
"Cenric Hargrave. Of the Order of Uliphetes, in Corian."
Oh, wonderful. A bloody snake-worshipper. Alexei's lips pursed slightly, but he kept quiet for the moment, allowing the next person in line to speak. | Name: Alexei Galanis
Age: 36
Where do you hail from?
The western Kingdom of Isakios is a theocracy dedicated to the worship of Austema, goddess of light and staunch opposer of Hell and the demonic. Every aspect of society in Isakios is controlled by the church, and the nation is rather insular as a result. Isakios possesses a bevy of natural resources, claimed by the church to be a manifestation of Austema's favor towards the nation, and thus has no need to trade with other nations for raw materials. The high priest of the Austeman church controls the kingdom, but Isakios' claim to fame is their military force, the Crusaders. The Crusaders are a holy order of knights dedicated to the church of Austema. The church teaches that the goddess' creed is to destroy all things infernal, and the knights of the church were founded for exactly that purpose. Crusaders are trained in both light magic and the weapons of war. The knights of Isakios are renowned as monster hunters, frequently sending hunting parties out into neighboring countries to wipe out infernal monsters. This has put them at odds with their neighbors from time to time, and wars have started in the past from misunderstandings over this, but in the current age, it is an unspoken agreement that only small numbers of Crusaders are allowed into the countries bordering Isakios at a time, if only because they provide a useful service in slaying monsters.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
A desire to slay monsters in the name of his faith.
How would you describe yourself?
Alexei is a wandering knight-errant dedicated to hunting down monsters wherever he finds them. This knight is so fanatical in his duties that he left his position within his holy order simply so he could slaughter the demonic in nations besides his own. In battle against monsters, he is bloodthirsty and nearly rapturous in his joy at killing monsters whereever they stand. However, when not killing monsters, Alexei is the very picture of a stoic, pious knight.
And your morals and ideals?
At heart, Alexei is a zealot for his church and the goddess he worships. The central creed of the Austeman faith is to slay the infernal, and to Alexei, that is all that matters to him. He is not adverse to helping those in need, but it will always be a secondary priority compared to hunting monsters.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?
As a holy knight of Isakios and the church of Austema, Alexei is an apt physical combatant, with strength greater than the average man, and a hardy consitution to match. He is a skilled swordsman, and specializes in large two-handed greatswords in order to slay the biggest monsters he can find. Additionally, Alexei is trained in the use of light magic. He is capable of firing blasts of magic, as well as augment his sword to smite anything it touches. Alexei is also capable of using his light magic in the form of shields and barriers, but he is less skilled in this aspect of magic than he is in the offensive arts.
After wandering on his own for a number of years, Alexei has also picked up general survival skills, and can fend for himself quite well in the wilderness.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?
If Alexei fears anything, it is the threat of monsters across the world. As a child, he had lost his family and village to a monster attack before he was saved and taken in by the Austeman Crusaders, and to this day, he bears an intense hatred of the demonic as a result.
The downside to being a zealot is that it can make a person quite unreasonable, and this applies to Alexei. Unless given a compelling reason to, he is generally unwilling to leave any monster he sees alive, even at the cost of either his own life or the lives of those around him.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Alexei's right arm, which is his sword arm.
Stats:
Strength: 7
Leg stuff: 3
Dexterity: 3
Homogenized body stuff: 7 |
5,522 | 151 | 5 | 2,219 | 592 | Names, and origins were passed around so casually that it caused the girls jaw to drop in awe. It was understandable if they were associated before, but seeing as they were all strangers, a single thought occurred to the girl. Did these people have no sense of caution?
“Jean Carteneau.” Another said, forcing Arydnia to turn her gaze, narrowing in irritation up at the older man. “I was a professor of alchemy and the white arts at the Hayes University of Lulia. Perhaps I can assist with that injury?”
These people could be anybody, she reminded herself. Enemies of the North, Bandits seeking unsuspecting adventurers to kill in the night, even creatures of the Labyrinth trying to trick them into their deaths. No matter how friendly they seemed, Arydnia wasn’t going to give away information that could put her life into jeopardy. So once all eyes fell on her, the girl decided to use the name of her teacher, Sir. Ramsay, in hopes the alias would satisfy their curiosity.
“My name is Arryn, and-“ Tugging her hand away from the other girl as her hand suddenly went under inspection, she scowled defiantly and took a careful step back, “my hand is fine.” Cheeks red with embarrassment, she hid the wound by gripping the fur of her cloak, staining the pelt with her bloody hand as she tried to control the bleeding. “People have died from infection from smaller injuries.” Remarked the alchemist, which only caused Arydnia to scoff quietly.
"Feh. It's only a flesh wound." Shifting her gaze to the tall crusader, she was quick to nod, agreeing with his words despite the dull throb of pain coming from her palm. It was going to take a lot more then little cut to take her down, after all."I'm sure we'll all get worse ones while we're in here. There are monsters to be slain after all." Eyeing Alexei, her sights fell onto the great sword attached to his back. She had heard stories from her father about the Crusaders of Isakios. Knights that fought in the name of their goddess, Austema, eliminating anything they discerned as infernal, or demonic.
Years ago Taeron had been at war with Isakios due to the invasion of their borders, and preservation of the creatures living within the forests. Of course, like all of Taerons great wars, the northern winds were given credit for their victory, even the great nation of Isakios was no match for the winter and harsh conditions. There was still a bitter relationship between the two nations even after all these years, but Arydnia wasn't here to bicker about history, or past mistakes. She was here for the same reason the Crusader was, to slay monsters for the glory of her nation. | Name: Luthica Cyrellion
Age: 20
Where do you hail from?:
Teann Ch'i is an independent self-governing Kingdom consisting of 6 Towers spanning over the Agarian Scar in the name giving Agarian Desert, once stage to the terrible event commonly known as the Spellblaze. Rather secluded from the rest of the world, Teann Ch'i thrives advancement in unlocking the secrets behind Magic, forming Alchemy, Technology and combined, Magitek. Thanks to this, and the huge amount of magical resources generated by the Spellblaze, Teann Ch'i is, even in a desert, self-sustaining and trade is mostly done for the reason of self-protection.
5 of the 6 Towers are placed on the cliffs around the scar, while the 6th one, hold by strong supports, is located mid-air in the middle of the giant scar, accessible through bridges to every other tower. Each tower serves mainly, but not entirely, a different purpose, one being the living quarters, another one houses all the tools and machines to produce good for the daily needs, a third one dedicated to education and theoretical research, the fourth and fifth one specialized for more practical (and dangerous) research and execution, and finally, the Bibliotheca Machina, which stores all the acquired knowledge and alike.
The government is made up by a council of 6, multiple candidates chosen by popularity but ultimately succeeding through a range of aptitude tests. Those 6 can freely fill up positions under them as they see fit. While there is no nobility or no apparent caste-system, and ones fortune is entirely based what good they bring to the community, a few families have set themselves on the top, producing prodigies on a consistent basis.
A sound mind requires a sound body and thus, the teachings and life of a citizen of Teann Ch'i is one full of studies and duties, basic education like reading, math, magic and physics, but also sports and different martial arts are part of their training.
Basically, Teann Ch'i could nearly be called a Utopia as long as everyone pulls their weight. But those who don't, well, those are marked as misfits, falling behind in one or way or another means death, death or being send into the labyrinth. The labyrinth, with its principles of Equivalent Exchange being very similar to the teachings of Teann Ch'i, is seen as an object of high interest, and while brave conquistador join the dungeon on their own accord, those so-called misfits have either the choice of death or try their luck in the dungeon. This weed out is a socially accepted standard by the entirety of the tower.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
Not fitting the rules of Teann Ch'i, Luthica had either the choice of execution or a slim chance of survival through traversing into the Labyrinth that the citizen of Teann Ch'i hold in high regards.
How would you describe yourself?:
Luthica has a head of her own and does what she pleases. Despite her rather timid look she can be very stubborn and hates following rules and alike. She can be very random from time to times and is capable of igniting the fury of the even most reserved elders. Rather carefree and happy in even the worst situations, Luthica is always forward-looking and can work as a strange emotional support.
And your morals and ideals?:
Luthica doesn't hold much of morals or ideals, everyone is responsible for their own actions and has to deal with the outcome accordingly. Also, she does not value life in a way a normal person would.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?:
Teann Chi's way of alchemy, which main-element is being able to dismantle pretty much anything into pure elemental essences usually stored into a crystallized form. Building, and using, all sorts of devices like mechanical pocketwatches, automatic crossbows or sawblades, including the infamous Cartridges and their Cylinders that allows practically anyone to use magic.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?:
She values freedom and independence, having that taken from her (which already happened to an extent) is something she hates. Since she never had many friends Luthica is also scared of losing those she holds dear.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Her brain and fingers.
Stats:
Strength: 4
Leg Stuff: 6
Dexterity: 7
Homogenized Body Stuff: 3 |
5,523 | 151 | 6 | 463 | 546 | Respect was the name of the game. As the group gave introductions he heard their various names and titles and respecting their willingness to share contemplated providing his own in turn. In the back of his mind he pondered momentarily if this was the right thing to do, if one of these people may be an enemy; a member of some warring state which held animosity towards Corian, a roguish lout who would kill for the thrill, or perhaps some worker of the Labyrinth itself. Still; his subconscious shot back that should one of them turn on him he would show them the proper respect as well, offering a quiet burial after he dispatched them.
Cenric found peace of mind in the fact that scholars and soldiers apparently made up the group by and large. An alchemist was an individual who understood both science and magic, they were commonly deemed people of intelligence, their knowledge could prove useful in trying to find a way out. As for the combat ready among them... Any former warrior knows it's usually better to let someone else do the fighting for you if they're willing, and that way they can do the dying for you as well.
Noting Alexei's clothing and thinking over his words the Order Mage found himself shivering slightly. There were no wars or great battles between Corian and Isakios, but there was distrust and distaste of one another's practices that among individuals there had been bloodshed in the past, even if it hadn't escalated to a national scale it was something to worry about. Something in the man's expression towards him told him he was right to do so.
Peering into the distance the follower of the great serpent became lost in his own thoughts. He had made it inside, which had been the first thing he'd been troubled over, especially considering that since practically no one came back out there was no knowing if just entering would kill you or not. That out of the way he had to find a treasure grand enough to fund his research, to begin with, and then somehow manage to get out of the Labyrinth with it. Initially this had seemed the easy part but glancing in every direction he realized that the field of bony trees where the moon seemed to hang too low and the company seemed a bit erratic was all there was for some distance.
Well; aside from the massive gem. As tall as he and exuding an eerie emerald light from with it was, this black gem that would likely garner everyone's attention once they stopped chatting and started looking around. There was nothing like it back home, that was for certain, and it was for that reason that he didn't think to bother with it. Not only was it likely too heavy to take with him, he knew he wouldn't have the faintest idea who may purchase such a thing.
Compact but valuable; that was the idea. Gold, silver, fire...FIRE! The last thought came unbidden to his mind, having been inspired by the sudden eruption of fire biting at the air to his left, feasting greedily on the oxygen and warming his face with it's heat. He was startled, but unwilling to show it.
As such he softly said; "That... seemed unnecessary." After that instant he was entirely focused on those around him, not wanting to wind up fried and fricasseed if another of them decided to randomly loose a fire-bolt.
Turning to face the woman who had loosed the great gout of flame he saw her shaking her head and heard her pipe up; "No, I know of no Alchemists outside of Teann Ch'i." He had become so lost in the conversation that he didn't know why Alchemists were up for discussion, but nodding towards the space the flames had just scorched the air he decided it best not to ask, waiting for some form of response to his own comment.
As the girl stepped closer to him Cenric focused in on her, his eyes quickly sweeping from her feet up to her face. She was pretty, her eyes cheerful, and her gaze straightforward; all in all it disarmed him of his wariness after the sudden surge of fire and his shoulders loosed some of their tension.
"I just wanted to make sure it works, because, Monsters?!" She had said and he found himself agreeing, though he didn't say so aloud. If there were monsters they should make sure they were prepared, that much made sense.
"I suppose that's reasonable." He responded, pushing his glasses a bit further up his nose in a gesture that was intended to show nonchalance. Honestly he felt anything but; the fire had rattled him, sure, but more than that it was the uncertainty. Were these people friend or foe? Would he make it out? Would he ever see Dian or his parents, or his friend again? Even if he did make it out, would his research succeed?
Within moments it was apparent he wasn't the only one who thought so. Snapped from his worries his eyes widened at the show being put on. Roan, one of the other men in their impromptu coterie, had taken it upon himself to test his own abilities. “Blade Dance.” The man said. Suddenly there was something... someone... a figure or phantasm of flame seemed to assail the air before it before vanishing. Impressive magic but it was unnatural, and as such discomforting. “Interesting…” the man went on to say, to which Cenric found himself wishing to reply until he saw the man's hands. He blinked in recognition. Markings, tattoos of some sort, but reminiscent of his own Brands.
Cen was absently aware of someone moving off to his right. He heard a sigh and his eyes flitted towards the one who had introduced herself as Arryn. She was moving towards something behind him, something he determined didn't matter to him just now. "What is this thing?" She asked, but he was too focused at that point to reply, pondering his Brands and wondering if he could access his abilities whilst in the Labyrinth. Nevertheless; after the little stunt with the fire he noticed her. He was doing his best to make sure he noticed everything after that.
Glancing down at his hand Cen pondered just how dissimilar their abilities may be, his mind reeling with questions he wasn't sure he wanted the answers to. And then suddenly his thoughts died away and what was left was a moment's peace. Taking the opportunity he loosed an Aidhr Kehl and watched his Brands very subtly writhe as though breathing. Within himself he could feel the entirety of existence. Every bird, beast, and creature of the briny blue existed within him at that moment and he could feel their hearts pulsing in time with his own, hear their breaths and their cries, feel their every joy and sorrow. Exhaling slowly he ended the spell. Unlike the fireball or the spirit his own ability had made no visible mark upon the world. Despite this it had actively improved his mood. He may be a lone Corian, but as he recalled his magic instructor saying time and again; a Corian mage is never truly alone. | Name: Arydnia ‘Arryn’ Tobolt
Age: 18
Where do you hail from?:
The Northern Kingdom of Taeron is a harsh and unforgiving place. Their winters are all year around, only drifting above freezing temperature during the summer, but if its not snowing, or raining, then there is an almost constant overcast. Miles of forest, mountains, and hills surround the Kingdom while over a dozen small towns, which are governed by the capitol, are located in all reaches of the land. Over time the people have learned to live, and even thrive off of this harsh terrain. The strong only survive in the Taeron, while the weak and old are rumored to be forgotten in the snow.
Religion is a driving force in Taeron. The people worship three main Gods, Joha, Valdis and Tellus. The God of Life, the Goddess of Death, and the Goddess of Nature. While some worship one more then the others, each figure holds a special place amongst families, be it through traditions, or there entire way of life. Northerners have always been said to be superstitious as well, but it comes with good reasons. Before the land had been conquered centuries ago, Giants, Fae, and Monsters roamed, and controlled the North. Even now in modern times natives, and travelers still tell stories of great beasts, and ancient spirits living in the unexplored forests.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
Like the women, and sisters of the Tobolt family, it is Arydnia’s duty as the ‘Princess’ of Taeron to sacrifice herself to the Labyrinth in honor of her future King, Aeris. However she has always had anterior motives, despite what she has been raised to believe. Coming out alive would not only bring her, and the Tobolt name great honor, but there is also a chance that with her escape, she could bring an end to her families terrible traditions.
How would you describe yourself?:
Arydnia has always been a serious girl. Stoic, drawn, and independent, her father often praised her for her strength, stating that even as a child she hardly ever cried, or whined. Her life has revolved around nothing but the labyrinth, and training, rendering her almost completely socially inept. Blunt, aggressive, and seemingly unsympathetic, its hard for anyone to really get along with her, or for her to get along with anyone else. Past this tough exterior, and while rare, and never with out a rough edge to it, she has been known to show off a kinder side at times. However forming bonds, and making friends has never been at the top of her priorities.
While she holds no contempt for her Kingdom, or people, Arydnia has never felt that she was apart, or belonged to her House. Treated considerably different from her brothers, she has always been aware of how her parents really feel about her. She has seen the greed, and corruption that drives her father, fearing that her brother will only become the same. However in her position, she has no power to protest any of this this. With a life that's been paved for her from start to finish, she's come to accept whatever fate has in mind for it, be it escaping the Labyrinth, or even death.
And your morals and ideals?:
Honor, and power. The two things that the Tobolt House holds to the highest degree. Not only shaping their way of life, these ideals also have a great impact on the people of the Northern Kingdom. Naturally Arydnia began to strive for these ideals. She craved power to impress her father, and brothers, knowing it was the only way to earn respect amongst the members of her house. Unfortunately as a woman of the Tobolt name, honor was something to be achieved after their sacrifice. While it is a hard truth and seems almost unattainable, Arydnia uses this as her driving force to achieve greatness, wanting to be more then just a pawn in her families venture for power.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?:
After years of training under the hand of her father, and the captain of the Kings Guard, Arydnia considers herself an experienced swordsman. Confident in her sword handling, she's precise with a bow, and an even better tracker. While her life had been centered around combat, and strategizing, as a 'Lady' she was put through etiquette training, and taught how to sew, cooking, and dance.
Fast, and precise, Arydnia is without a doubt better then her brothers with a sword. Keeping up with Sir. Ramsay, and at times, even her father, she holds great confidence in her swordsmanship. Because of this she become rash, and even cocky in battle, which tends to be her greatest flaw. Despite this, Arydnia has an unbreakable tenacity and confidence, capable of taking a hard blow, she'll force herself to fight through pain and broken bones to stand her ground.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?:
Destiny has always been an unsettling word for her. As a constant reminder of her fate, it sits over her like a looming cloud, bringing internal self-doubt and fear with her where ever she goes. Of course she'd never let anyone know this. Blocked off by an impenetrable wall, Arydnia builds up her stress, and hides her emotions from others, leaving her with trust issues and wild temper. This puts a toll on any potential friendships, or acquaintances, which more then often leaves her with more enemies then friends.
Which part of your body do you value the most?:
Considering all of her work and training she's been put through, she values her arms the most. Without them Arydnia would be seen as nothing but trash, and a failure to her House name.
Stats:
Strength: 5
Leg Stuff: 4
Dexterity: 5
Homogenized Body Stuff: 6 |
5,524 | 151 | 7 | 2,798 | 1,688 | While she wasn't about to admit it, the Alchemist was right. Any wrong move could get her killed, and since she lacked any magical knowledge she knew better then to talk back. Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying went. "I could try taking it apart." But satisfaction brought it back. The same intrigued look returned to her eyes as Luthica stepped up to the stone; at least there someone who shared the same interest in the gemstone as she did. Watching the Teann Ch’I closely, Arryn's eyes widened with awe as the other girls hands began to glow with power, "Die Wahrheit will ich in meinen Augen sehen, sag mir, welchen Weg muss ich dafür gehen?"
"Are you all so intent on trifling with the first object of interest you see?" Came the giant Crusader, before Jean chided along in protest as the girls huddled around the rock, "I'll be on the other side of the field if you need medical assistance.” Their words ticked a nerve in the girl, forcing her nose to scrunch in frustration and a light grown to rumble through her chest. "You know, if you head to the opposite side of the field you'll be singling yourself from the group. If there are any monsters around, they'd probably pick you off."
Their chattering reminded her of the ladies in waiting that would follow her mother around. A flock of hens worrying and groaning over nothing, and it seemed like these men behind her were no different. With her arms crossed, Arryn turned and faced the group with a hard glare, “Well, standing around and doing nothing has gotten us nowhere fast, so if any of you have any other ideas, I’d love to hear them.” Not even attempting to wait for a response, she turned back to the stone with an annoyed ‘huff’ and a quick flick of her hair. Earning their criticism wasn't something she took pleasure in, and since this wasn't the first time her choices had been reprimanded, Arryn couldn't help but feel like she was being treated like a child.
"Alienis, Bestia, Corpus, Mutatio, Vitreus, Potentia? Mhm..."
Full attention on Luthica now, the light surrounding the other girls hands died out as she stepped away from the stone. "Alright, so what I could read from it. This crystal is composed of something unknown, as in, supernatural that can't even be explained with magic, think alongside Aliens! Hence the name Alienis.” Unsure of how to take this new information, Arryn continued to listen intently as Luthica continued, "But also something chaotic and animalistic. If I touch it and scan it again I could most likely get more information?!” | Name: Roan Basaris
Age: 19
Where do you hail from?
Roan has nothing that could be called a homeland. Born in the midst of travel that his race is known for, he is one of the few Raulites that remain.
The race looks very similar to humans, but as a whole has a darker tone of skin color. Their bodies also tend to be lightly built, with heavy, muscular individuals being incredibly rare amongst them. Their most noticeable trait would be the natural “tattoos” that form as Raulites age though. A magically inclined race, Raulites boast a sheer depth of power that few others can match. This pool of energy nourishes their body as well, bolstering them physically. As a result, Raulites can live for vastly longer than humans, easily reaching up to centuries in age if careful. The “tattoos” are actually pathways where energy flows through their bodies made visible. An easy way to gauge a Raulite’s magical strength is to simply examine their “tattoos”; those with deep pools or fine mastery often have the most pronounced markings.
The race is nomadic now, and with their low numbers their lifestyle doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon. There may only be a few thousand Raulites left at most, possibly even hundreds. They move in groups, too small to be called tribes, of numerous families that number a few dozen at most. Members are free to come and go, as each family within the group tends to be self-sustaining for the most part. Scattered as the race is, there is very rarely contact between the remaining groups. However the fact that most Raulites are agnostic hints that there was once a society for this race. They see higher beings as responsible for the creation of this world, shaping it with great feats of power. Magic is a lesser form compared to what these higher beings used, and would be seen as no more than parlor tricks.
For the most part, Raulites do not care much for the world’s politics and kingdoms. Within each and every individual lies a wanderer’s spirit that refuses to be shackled and tied down. Many dislike the race for their “parasitic” nature, i.e., they move through lands not owned by them and take resources. However little action is generally taken against Raulites for they move through rapidly, staying in a kingdom’s lands for no more than a few weeks. That and the effort to drive them out with force is generally not worth it. They move quickly which means hounding them is an effort in itself, and Raulites generally boast some magical ability as a standard making confronting them difficult.
In regards to the Labyrinth, the general belief seems to be that it is a domain closer to the higher beings than their world. As a result Raulites hold a healthy respect for the mysterious realm and do not actively encourage their young, rare as they are, to challenge it. Nonetheless, they respect those who strive to conquer it, seeing it as a chance to become more than mortal.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?
A mix of childhood fascination and that his wanderlust seems to have lost direction, still driving him to move, but leading him nowhere.
How would you describe yourself?
A young adult who hasn’t quite lost the enthusiasm of childhood. While not happy, go-lucky, outgoing, he does hold a sense of energy in everything he does; very driven as some might put it. Now Roan tends to think a bit rather than diving head first into situations, but he hasn't managed to quash the impulsive side just yet. Combined together, he can become a bit immature in stressful circumstances, easing up to deal with the situation rather than the other way around.
As an restless wanderer, he doesn't have many issues with being alone and is rather comfortable with only the sounds of nature. He doesn't mind company, but isn't particularly used to it so he does tend to withdraw in to himself around others. He doesn't become meek, on the contrary he's usually courageous, but Roan does distance himself. And courageous? Not particularly afraid of challenges or dangers, Roan won't question a decision to try and save a stranger's life, even if it carries the possibility of injury. Outside of the more urgent situations where immediate actions help the most, the Raulite isn't nearly as charitable.
And your morals and ideals?
Roan’s moral compass is one that leads him fairly straight in life. He’s willing to help others and would rather simply not associate with others than throw them under for his own benefit. He prefers being remembered briefly by many rather than fondly by a few, never sticking around for long even after he does assist others.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?
He's a good lone wanderer, with all the skills that entails? Self-sustenance away from civilization and by one's self. General survival skills such as gathering and preparing food, setting up shelters, weathering a myriad of conditions, some basic first-aid and medicine, etc. The lifestyle was relatively spartan so his skills aren't particularly elaborate, but they allowed him to live.
Physically. Roan might not be the most athletic individual or powerful warrior, but he's a hardy and resilient survivor. He tires slowly and recovers quickly, can hold his own in combat, and generally isn't the type of individual that bandits go after. Even alone, he carries the air of someone who knows what he's doing and has survived long enough doing so.
Magically too. Because Raulites get the blessings of both. While Roan's abilities are specialized and he can't work anything aside from them, he can still hold his own against others who tap into the more mystical forces. His own magic manifests mostly in abilities that affect and empower him, granting him even more potent physical capabilities. Roan also holds a number of "contracts" with several beings he was drawn to over the course of his travels. The lingering traces attach themselves to parts of his magic-infused body as anchors and allow him to call upon them for assistance in combat or his travels. They are not beings, but closer to recordings left behind in various locations that he has now copied onto his body. Raw feelings and emotions are about as much as Roan can feel from them.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?
Being robbed of his magic is one, albeit it would likely kill him in the process. Living on after that, if it was somehow managed, without his contracts wouldn’t be something Roan would like to do to put mildly.
Anything that interferes with magic would weaken Roan physically as well due to how the magic is ingrained and constantly flows through his physical body. This is counter balanced by the fact that it is harder for his magic to be interfered due to the way it’s wholly integrated with him.
He’s a bit naive if someone can gain his trust? He’s been a solitary wanderer for the past few years with little company for the most part. That’s not to say he’s dumb, but he will generally listen to what others say.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Probably his left arm. His first contract is bound there.
Stats I get one extra, yay.
Strength: 5
Leg Stuff: 5
Dexterity: 5
Homogenized Body Stuff: 6 |
5,525 | 151 | 8 | 1,881 | 771 | Alexei turned to the newly awakened creature, slowly starting to smile as he took the sight in. This. This was why he was here. To slaughter those that both the church and the goddess deemed impure and destructive. He loosed his greatsword from a baldric on his back, tossing the sling aside as he stepped forward. “Now this is what I came for.” He grinned, clutching his massive blade with both hands. “The goddess Austema smiles on us this day, for we shall purge the infernal!” The knight cried gleefully, beginning to charge light mana into his sword. | Name: Alexei Galanis
Age: 36
Where do you hail from?
The western Kingdom of Isakios is a theocracy dedicated to the worship of Austema, goddess of light and staunch opposer of Hell and the demonic. Every aspect of society in Isakios is controlled by the church, and the nation is rather insular as a result. Isakios possesses a bevy of natural resources, claimed by the church to be a manifestation of Austema's favor towards the nation, and thus has no need to trade with other nations for raw materials. The high priest of the Austeman church controls the kingdom, but Isakios' claim to fame is their military force, the Crusaders. The Crusaders are a holy order of knights dedicated to the church of Austema. The church teaches that the goddess' creed is to destroy all things infernal, and the knights of the church were founded for exactly that purpose. Crusaders are trained in both light magic and the weapons of war. The knights of Isakios are renowned as monster hunters, frequently sending hunting parties out into neighboring countries to wipe out infernal monsters. This has put them at odds with their neighbors from time to time, and wars have started in the past from misunderstandings over this, but in the current age, it is an unspoken agreement that only small numbers of Crusaders are allowed into the countries bordering Isakios at a time, if only because they provide a useful service in slaying monsters.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
A desire to slay monsters in the name of his faith.
How would you describe yourself?
Alexei is a wandering knight-errant dedicated to hunting down monsters wherever he finds them. This knight is so fanatical in his duties that he left his position within his holy order simply so he could slaughter the demonic in nations besides his own. In battle against monsters, he is bloodthirsty and nearly rapturous in his joy at killing monsters whereever they stand. However, when not killing monsters, Alexei is the very picture of a stoic, pious knight.
And your morals and ideals?
At heart, Alexei is a zealot for his church and the goddess he worships. The central creed of the Austeman faith is to slay the infernal, and to Alexei, that is all that matters to him. He is not adverse to helping those in need, but it will always be a secondary priority compared to hunting monsters.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?
As a holy knight of Isakios and the church of Austema, Alexei is an apt physical combatant, with strength greater than the average man, and a hardy consitution to match. He is a skilled swordsman, and specializes in large two-handed greatswords in order to slay the biggest monsters he can find. Additionally, Alexei is trained in the use of light magic. He is capable of firing blasts of magic, as well as augment his sword to smite anything it touches. Alexei is also capable of using his light magic in the form of shields and barriers, but he is less skilled in this aspect of magic than he is in the offensive arts.
After wandering on his own for a number of years, Alexei has also picked up general survival skills, and can fend for himself quite well in the wilderness.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?
If Alexei fears anything, it is the threat of monsters across the world. As a child, he had lost his family and village to a monster attack before he was saved and taken in by the Austeman Crusaders, and to this day, he bears an intense hatred of the demonic as a result.
The downside to being a zealot is that it can make a person quite unreasonable, and this applies to Alexei. Unless given a compelling reason to, he is generally unwilling to leave any monster he sees alive, even at the cost of either his own life or the lives of those around him.
Which part of your body do you value the most?
Alexei's right arm, which is his sword arm.
Stats:
Strength: 7
Leg stuff: 3
Dexterity: 3
Homogenized body stuff: 7 |
5,526 | 151 | 9 | 463 | 546 | For the first few moments after suggesting for the group to avoid meddling with the suspicious object, it seems his words were being heeded as Arryn stepped back. But almost as soon as that happened, the Teann Chi’I alchemist stepped forward with one of the inane comments that he’d heard out of an alchemist, let alone what seemed to be a reasonably competent one. The worst of his former students were brighter than her.
Before Jean could object, Luthica was already beginning to cast a spell in a foreign language, and the former professor decided to make good on his earlier statement. If they didn’t listen, that was their problem. They’d learn from their mistakes.
He started stepping back slowly, before gradually picking up the pace such that he was retreating backwards at normal walking speed.
In the next moment, his fears were confirmed. A dull thud emanated from the crystal. Then, another. And another. And another. Jean was halfway across the field. He looked back, and bit his lip as the massive white tree began to move. It was a treant. In a flash, his hands were at his waist, and in another, his sidearm was unsheathed. Preparing for the possibility the monster might rush at him, the professor held the weapon in a defensive position. Somehow, he found the need to reinforce the fact that attempting to alchemize the crystal was a horrid mistake.
“I don’t want to come off as rude, but I did warn you guys.”
The tendrils of the monster continued to reach outwards as Jean spoke, spreading through the field. One came too close for comfort, and unsure of its disposition, hacked at the root of the beast. Unfortunately, it seemed Arryn had misconstrued his admittedly belittling statement as being directed towards her, from what he gathered from her stinging retort as they both retreated.
He shrugged. He’d dealt with worse threats from rowdy college students before. Empty threats in a mutual combat situation would just hurt them both. After all, it seemed he was the only skilled medical practitioner amongst them.
“Sure. It’s my job to talk about smart things. It’s also my job to keep you alive, so please keep that in mind as well.” | Name: Arydnia ‘Arryn’ Tobolt
Age: 18
Where do you hail from?:
The Northern Kingdom of Taeron is a harsh and unforgiving place. Their winters are all year around, only drifting above freezing temperature during the summer, but if its not snowing, or raining, then there is an almost constant overcast. Miles of forest, mountains, and hills surround the Kingdom while over a dozen small towns, which are governed by the capitol, are located in all reaches of the land. Over time the people have learned to live, and even thrive off of this harsh terrain. The strong only survive in the Taeron, while the weak and old are rumored to be forgotten in the snow.
Religion is a driving force in Taeron. The people worship three main Gods, Joha, Valdis and Tellus. The God of Life, the Goddess of Death, and the Goddess of Nature. While some worship one more then the others, each figure holds a special place amongst families, be it through traditions, or there entire way of life. Northerners have always been said to be superstitious as well, but it comes with good reasons. Before the land had been conquered centuries ago, Giants, Fae, and Monsters roamed, and controlled the North. Even now in modern times natives, and travelers still tell stories of great beasts, and ancient spirits living in the unexplored forests.
What are your reasons for crossing the Gate of the Labyrinth?:
Like the women, and sisters of the Tobolt family, it is Arydnia’s duty as the ‘Princess’ of Taeron to sacrifice herself to the Labyrinth in honor of her future King, Aeris. However she has always had anterior motives, despite what she has been raised to believe. Coming out alive would not only bring her, and the Tobolt name great honor, but there is also a chance that with her escape, she could bring an end to her families terrible traditions.
How would you describe yourself?:
Arydnia has always been a serious girl. Stoic, drawn, and independent, her father often praised her for her strength, stating that even as a child she hardly ever cried, or whined. Her life has revolved around nothing but the labyrinth, and training, rendering her almost completely socially inept. Blunt, aggressive, and seemingly unsympathetic, its hard for anyone to really get along with her, or for her to get along with anyone else. Past this tough exterior, and while rare, and never with out a rough edge to it, she has been known to show off a kinder side at times. However forming bonds, and making friends has never been at the top of her priorities.
While she holds no contempt for her Kingdom, or people, Arydnia has never felt that she was apart, or belonged to her House. Treated considerably different from her brothers, she has always been aware of how her parents really feel about her. She has seen the greed, and corruption that drives her father, fearing that her brother will only become the same. However in her position, she has no power to protest any of this this. With a life that's been paved for her from start to finish, she's come to accept whatever fate has in mind for it, be it escaping the Labyrinth, or even death.
And your morals and ideals?:
Honor, and power. The two things that the Tobolt House holds to the highest degree. Not only shaping their way of life, these ideals also have a great impact on the people of the Northern Kingdom. Naturally Arydnia began to strive for these ideals. She craved power to impress her father, and brothers, knowing it was the only way to earn respect amongst the members of her house. Unfortunately as a woman of the Tobolt name, honor was something to be achieved after their sacrifice. While it is a hard truth and seems almost unattainable, Arydnia uses this as her driving force to achieve greatness, wanting to be more then just a pawn in her families venture for power.
What do you consider yourself to be skilled in?:
After years of training under the hand of her father, and the captain of the Kings Guard, Arydnia considers herself an experienced swordsman. Confident in her sword handling, she's precise with a bow, and an even better tracker. While her life had been centered around combat, and strategizing, as a 'Lady' she was put through etiquette training, and taught how to sew, cooking, and dance.
Fast, and precise, Arydnia is without a doubt better then her brothers with a sword. Keeping up with Sir. Ramsay, and at times, even her father, she holds great confidence in her swordsmanship. Because of this she become rash, and even cocky in battle, which tends to be her greatest flaw. Despite this, Arydnia has an unbreakable tenacity and confidence, capable of taking a hard blow, she'll force herself to fight through pain and broken bones to stand her ground.
Any fears or weaknesses that you hold?:
Destiny has always been an unsettling word for her. As a constant reminder of her fate, it sits over her like a looming cloud, bringing internal self-doubt and fear with her where ever she goes. Of course she'd never let anyone know this. Blocked off by an impenetrable wall, Arydnia builds up her stress, and hides her emotions from others, leaving her with trust issues and wild temper. This puts a toll on any potential friendships, or acquaintances, which more then often leaves her with more enemies then friends.
Which part of your body do you value the most?:
Considering all of her work and training she's been put through, she values her arms the most. Without them Arydnia would be seen as nothing but trash, and a failure to her House name.
Stats:
Strength: 5
Leg Stuff: 4
Dexterity: 5
Homogenized Body Stuff: 6 |
5,527 | 152 | 0 | 2,153 | 1,325 | Introduction
"I had a dream. That one day the Digital World would hold no fear of the unknown, of the darkness that crept in every corner. To fulfill that dream, I set out on a journey to grow stronger, and gather allies to help me on my quest." A voice said. "For many months I traversed the farthest reaches of the Digital World, growing stronger each passing day. Slowly I began to find those who shared the same dream as I, and we began to travel together."
A brief pause, then the voice continued. "Soon our group had grown, and together we trained and grew stronger, stronger than we would have ever been apart. We faced trials and evil together, and achieved what none before had. We had united the Digital World, and ensured an era of peace and prosperity. We worked from then on to keep that peace... but it was never to last..."
Visions in the form of a kind of slide show begin to appear. "The Harmonious Ones showed me the destiny of many different Digital Realms apart from this one, each unique yet suffering the same fate. Eternal Darkness would reign, until a light of hope in the form of strange creatures called Humans, who were paired with, or sometimes even became, Digimon. I knew then what I had to do."
"I began to create devices, with the aid of the Harmonious Ones, that could be sent into the Human Realm, as a last resort in our worlds darkest hour. Most of my group sided with me, but one swayed from our path, and eventually broke ties with us, believing Digimon able to protect their own world without outside intervention. While we brushed it off at first, we never realized how deadly the consequences would be..."
Four figures stood together in a small room. As it shook from an explosion overhead, three looked towards the fourth before them, who held several small devices in their hand. "Now... now is the time... our world is in anarchy, and we are powerless to stop the fighting without taking countless innocent lives. The fate of our world... is out of our hands." The figure stated, the devices floating from their hand and shooting out into the night sky in beams of light.
"What do we do now, Alphamon?" Asked one of the three figures. "Omegamon, Imperialdramon, Dukemon..." Alphamon replied, as a figure entered the room. "... Susanoomon." The four raised their weapons and prepared for combat, as more Digimon began charging the room...
Dustin Coleman and Luna Bishop
It's the middle of the night, and two children are fast asleep in their beds as two lights seem to phase through the single window and circle around them. As they circled, the children would experience a most peculiar dream.
Although separate, they both experienced it from the same point of view. It was War. Strange Creatures did battle with one another in combat to the death. The scene shifts to an eerie image of a massive figure, and shifts again to several small floating devices. One of which would fly down to each of them, before everything would go black.
The two were up bright and early the next day, as they went for an early morning walk through the woods near their house. These were Dustin Coleman, an orphaned child who had fallen under the care of the Bishop Family, and Luna Bishop, the biological daughter of the Bishops. Although they weren't related by blood, they treated each other like siblings.
"I had the weirdest dream last night, ya know?" Luna said as the two stopped near the base of a massive Oak Tree they would often climb. "Same here. It was kinda freaky, these monster things were going at it with each other..." He began, Luna looking up at him dumbfounded. "... And a strange shadow figure thing?" She asked, Dustin looking back surprised. "... And some weird phone thing flying into my hands..."
The two were speechless. "There's no way... it wasn't... was it?" Luna asked. Dustin shrugged. "Dunno. It's kind of a blur, now. Whatever." He replied. "Whatever? What do you mean by that? Isn't it a bit strange to you?" She asked. "I've heard stranger..." He started, then stopped and pointed behind Luna. "... I'm not the only one who sees... that... am I?" He asked.
Looking behind her, Luna would jump up from her seat on the root of the tree as two strange lights, one Purple one Blue, were floating in midair on either side of the tree. "Okay... now this is getting scary. Let's get out of here..." She said, Dustin stopping her. "Wait. Let's figure out what these things are..."
"Luna. Dustin."
The voice came from nowhere, the two kids falling silent as their gaze fell upon the two lights.
"Our World is in Great Peril. We Have Searched Far and Wide For Those Who Can Help Save Us. You Have The Power Within You. Will You Help Us?"
The Lights began to change, and eventually they formed into strange devices like those seen in the kids dreams. Looking at each other, the two kids wondered what to do next. As curiosity gained the upper hand, Dustin reached out and took the device out of the air. Looking it over, it didn't seem to do anything. Seeing the lack of response, Luna grabbed the second one. Again, nothing.
"What are these things? I've seen them before..." She said. "Yeah, I saw them in that crazy dream last night." He replied, shaking it. "I wonder if anyone else knows anything about these." Luna said, Dustin nodding. "Yeah, let's go look on the internet. Maybe someone knows something on there." The two started heading back for the house, in hopes of discovering more about the strange devices. | Luna Bishop
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 12 Years Old
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: Luna is a tomboy, she would prefer exploring the woods around her home to learning to bake or sew. However, she is quite cautious of the unknown. She often hangs around with other boys her age than girls, and not because she is interested in dating. That's the last thing on her mind. She just wants to hang out with someone who understands her, who is like her. In the end, she just wants to feel accepted, especially by her greatly traditional parents.
Backstory: Luna was born and grew up in a rural part of Colorado. She was raised by her two parents as an only child. Her parents had certain expectations of her from the beginning, expecting her to look and act like a normal girl. What they got was the exact opposite. She became a tomboy, and they had to downright force her to even wear feminine clothes. Given the choice she would rather wear her camo shorts and t-shirt.
In school she never got along with any of the girls, but got along fine with most of the boys. One boy in particular she became great friends with, Dustin Coleman. He lived in her parent's home, which was partially an orphanage for children who never really had a home. The two would often play in the woods around the home, much to the distaste of her parents, who thought a respectable young girl should be home learning how to take care of the house instead of running around getting dirty. She tries every day to get them to understand her for who she is, but to no avail. Sometimes she wishes she was in another world, where she would be accepted.
Skills:
Tracking: Playing in the woods around her house has taught her many skills, one among them is being able to track just about anything by their footprints.
Medical Training: A surprising feet she accomplished is when she became a medic for her town's Boy Scout Troupe, unofficially of course...
Athletics: She is quite flexible, and actually a self taught gymnist. While she wouldn't be participating in the olympics anytime soon, she can quickly climb trees and small cliffs with ease.
Other:
Luna has a severe fear of the dark, stemming from a terrifying experience when she was younger that left her mentally scarred. Panic is putting the reaction mildly.
As stated before, the only reason she wears the outfit she does is because of her parents. Her parents want her to be a normal girl, and seem to refuse to accept her for what she is, something she slightly hates them for.
Dorumon
Primary Form: Child
Baby Level: Dorimon
Child Level: Dorumon
Adult Level: Dorugamon
Perfect Level: DoruGreymon
Ultimate Level: Alphamon
Other Form: Alphamon Ouryuken (Mega)
Apparent Gender: Feminine
Personality: Dorumon is very cautious, but cares deeply for her friends, often either pulling them out of a dangerous situation, or rushing headfirst against all rationality to save them herself. Although not afraid to pull a few punches, she tries to defuse situations peacefully before resulting to violence. She does have a clear distinction between right and wrong, and holds her own personal morals close.
Dustin Coleman
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 12 Years Old
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: He has a thirst for adventure. He wants to live life to the fullest while he can. That defines him in a nutshell. He isn't afraid of the unknown, in fact he embraces what he doesn't know and learns from it. Many times this has led to some sticky situations, but he always comes out on the brighter side of things, seeing the silver lining in just about everything. He's just a normal kid living an almost normal life.
Backstory: Dustin never knew his biological parents. His father was unknown and his mother died from complications during birth. He was raised in a foster home, an orphanage in Colorado. And that's the life he knew, that he lived from that day forward. Life wasn't as boring or bleak as many media outlets make orphanages out to be. There was always something to do, new things to learn and discover.
It quickly became apparant of the friendship between Dustin and the Orphanage Owner's daughter, Luna. The two were as close as could be, and they were rarely separated. Her Parents even allowed Dustin to sleep in the same room as her. As the years passed, he became more and more comfortable with the family, he basically became the son they never had. However, he didn't care much about that.
He enjoyed being with Luna, she had become like a sister to him. Most of the day during Summer they would explore the woods near their home, often playing games like Hide and Seek, which he has yet to win a game of against her. At this point, Luna's parents are considering adopting him as their own, hoping that would help Luna through her "Tomboy Phase."
Skills:
Athletics: Dustin has incredible stamina, most likely from being a Boy Scout in the local troupe. He can keep up strenuous exercise for extended periods of time.
Camping/Survival: Being a Boy Scout also means he knows how to do basic camping and wilderness survival techniques, such as starting a fire, searching for food, as well as telling poisonous creatures and plants from non-poisonous ones.
Other:
Although he knows that he was orphaned, he has no intention of attempting to find out about his past, or his unknown father, any time soon.
Once in an early game of Hide and Seek, he was unable to find Luna for over a week. He later found out she had been sneaking back and forth from the woods to the house. He still hasn't gotten much better at tracking.
Dracomon
Primary Form: Child
Baby Form: Babydmon
Child Form: Dracomon
Adult Form: Coredramon (Blue)
Perfect Form: Wingdramon
Ultimate Form: Slayerdramon
Apparent Gender: Masculine
Personality: Dracomon is a headstrong and reckless Digimon. At the first sign of danger, when others turn and run, he turns and runs towards it. More times than not he has taken one heck of a beating because of this, but that never gets him down. He'll get right back up and keep getting up until his body quits on him or he wins. This causes a lot of his friends to worry, which really pulls at his heartstrings. He just wants to help, not make more worries. |
5,528 | 152 | 1 | 2,042 | 1,486 | Mia Midtown
Mimi sat up straight in her bed. She was only half awake, still shaking off the fuzzy feeling. "That was odd..." She mumbled to herself, slightly shaken by the more vivid details of the dream. "...I wonder why they were all named mon?" With a slight shrug, Mimi brushed off the memory. Getting up and getting dressed, she went downstairs to find her mother preparing a breakfast suiting a conqueror like Mimi. She happily ate the breakfast, quickly feeling revitalized. Before she left, her mother handed her a bag of snacks to share with the other kids. What a great servant she was. What should a kid do without their snacks, after all?
With her backpack full of snacks, a package of bandages, and a seemingly misplaced pair of jeans, Mimi went outside. Outside, she saw there was no one else around yet. Usually there'd be several kids waiting to follow her around. Shrugging off the oddity, she headed to the grove where she usually gathered the others before embarking on her adventures. As she arrived there, she was once again surprised to find no one present. Climbing in the tree, higher than she was allowed to go, as she usually would, Mimi sat down on a thick branch.
"Odd." Would be her only comment before she noticed the shining light in front of her. Ever stranger was when some kind of...tiny cellphone? Materialized from it. After rubbing her eyes, Mimi could still see it. She piched herself, letting out a short "OW!" as she realized she'd sqeeuzed to hard. The odd device was still there however. When a voice resounded from its general direction, Mimi jumped a little, before tilting off the branch...
Now staring at the device upside down, nothing really came to mind. The voice had said something about great peril, though, that was odd to her, very odd. Frowning at the device from her upside-down position, she figured she might as well see if it's real, since clearly she was awake. Reaching for the device, she found out it was just too far away. Mimi climbed back on top of the branch and carefully made her way over to the mysterious machine. As she once more reached for it, she was slightly disappointed. She now had it in her hand, but nothing special happened yet, or at least, she didn't feel particularly special. She figured speaking to whatever had spoken to her would be the least she should do. "Um, hello? Mysterious, dramatic voice? What was that all about?" She'd continue poking the device, to no avail, until she eventually made a breakthrough. She finally realized why no one was here. They'd told her they would have to go to some picture thing, most of them, anyway, so she'd have to spend the day without them. | Mia "Mimi" Midtown
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Country of Origin: America
Personality:
A dead-set simple girl. Do you want to achieve something? Keep trying until you do. Want to find something? Keep looking, eventually you'll find it. She's sweet and innocent, but surprisingly sure of herself. She never gives up and will use (almost) any means to succeed. She's a smart and kind girl, but puts a little too much faith in her abilities from time to time.
Backstory:
Mimi enjoyed a mostly normal childhood, save for her constant quests for world domination. Having a small army of friends, the elders in her hometown adored her. Mimi's parents weren't quite as fond of her conquests, but eventually came to the conclusion she couldn't be changed. Another dark spot on her otherwise normal childhood is an accident during a school trip, but Mimi refuses to talk about it.
All that is clear about this accident is that the bus got off the road and crashed, leading to a perilous few days to follow. While this has clearly left its mark on Mimi and she's gotten a little more mature for it, she still attempts to maintain her jovial and childish outlook on things.
Skills:
Climbing - With her simple mindset dictating that those in higher positionss should also be higher physically, she was constantly climbing things. As a result she can climb very well, even some really hard-to-climb things with a little help.
Leadership - Mimi was pretty popular, known as the little empress, as such she often had a bunch of followers she'd lead on her "quests". These quests were mostly just childish plans, but it did help her get the hang of teamwork.
Balance...? - For some odd reason, it seems to be unable to make Mimi lose her balance.
Fit - Mimi is an energetic young girl, due to her constant running around, she's got quite some stamina.
Other:
Mimi has a dislike of caves for reasons she refuses to disclose. She's not afraid and will still enter them if she sees no other choice, but she simply doesn't like them.
Mimi is unlikely to show full subservience, but she'll at least work in a team if required.
She always carries an extra set of trousers, she claims those are the most reliable back-up plan. What she means by this is yet another mystery.
Luna
Primary Form: Lekismon
In-Training: Moonmon
Rookie: Lunamon
Champion: Lekismon
Ultimate: Crescemon
Mega: Dianamon
Other Form: None.
Apparent Gender: Female
Personality:
Luna acts mostly as Mimi's guardian, but has more energy than most humans, so she can actually keep up with Mimi's antics. If she disapproves of Mimi's actions she won't be afraid to state so and attempt to guide her to another choice. As a digimon from the Nightmare Soldier family, Luna is slightly more accepting of Mimi's misdeeds than she should be, but she still won't allow outright cruelty. |
5,529 | 152 | 2 | 2,224 | 2,362 | Cyrus Tucker
The eruption of noises and cries of war were enough to pierce his eardrums. His eyes dilated once he mustered up the courage to open them. Towering infernos blazed across the skies, earthquakes with massive spiral stalagmites bursting from the ground and causing the disturbing creatures to sink into the depths of an abyss, tidal waves, lighting storms and a horizon of missiles all appearing out of nowhere. Helplessly adrift in the middle of an unfamiliar sky, looking down at the chaos, like some kind of omnipotent presence. Blinking with a nervous sweat dripping down to the tip of his nose, impulsively licking it off and tasting the salt. His heart was pounding, this couldn't be real but something compelled him to keep watching. This ongoing battle outstretched his field of vision, what was most concerning, was the appearance that it would never cease. "What on earth is happening here?" Cyrus questioned. Suddenly, hearing a loud crashing sound.
He nearly catapulted out of his bed, smashing the front of his forehead into the cymbal being held by his younger sister standing in middle of his bed. Letting out a yell before clutching his forehead, glaring up at the pleased grin of his sister. Quickly calming down and rubbing his tender forehead, glaring at her while still half asleep. "Why the hell are you on my bed?"
"Waking you up, mom is gone and she told us to wait for you to wake up, so you could make us something to eat." She answered. Cyrus exhaled longingly and stood upright and grabbed his sister while she let out shriek followed by laughter as he mercilessly tickled her stomach. "Stop it! T-that tickles!" She pleaded through laughs. He smiled eventually stopping, then quickly pulling some clothes from his closet.
"Alright, let me shower first. I'll make everyone the frozen pizzas." Cyrus replied in a casual demeanor throwing his outfit over his shoulder, glancing over to her.
"Yay! Sorry for hitting your head." She quickly apologized, "Big bro is making pizza!" She called out while going through the hallway and down the stairs. He looked at himself into his mirror to inspect if he had any visible bump on his forehead, before pulling of his crumpled up bed sheets spotting something hidden beneath the sheets. Appearing to be some kind of small colorful plastic device.
"What...is this?" He questioned staring at it but shrugged it off and carried that and his outfit into the bathroom down the hallway, closing and locking the door. Getting a shower prepared and dumping everything on the sink with the strange device resting on top. The hot water started pouring down while he stretched himself out, though relaxing his body, his mind was stuck analyzing the dream, it hadn't been forgotten like most normally would. He could still recall it in precise detail. "I've never had such a strange dream before..." He muttered softly, "Oh, what does it matter? I shouldn't get so worked up over nothing." He declared before massaging his scalp with sweet strawberry smelling shampoo.
"Cyrus! I need you to answer me!" The thunderous voice called out of nowhere, causing him to accidentally collide the back of his head against the wall from his sudden movement. Blinding light flashed throughout the bathroom, vanishing as fast as appeared. Cutting his leisure time short, stepping out of the shower and searching for the voice that called out his name, before slightly groaning.
"Well...at least the front of my head doesn't hurt anymore." Cyrus quietly uttered.
Nicole Brooks
“That was a weird dream...” was the first thing Nicole thought. She concentrated on listening to a conversation coming from the other room that was barely audible, sitting up from the couch and wandering through the darkness without any trouble, having a familiarity with their living room. She continued onward, toward the light from the distant end of a familiar hallway. Pushing the door open letting out soft creaks before casually peaking inside, observing a woman with her back turned to her, currently on the phone.
"Yeah, she's still asleep. We stayed up all night and watched movies together. No, there's no trouble. She's a very sweet girl...I don't have a problem with you picking her after work, she can stay until the afternoon." The woman answered in a hushed voice while holding the phone to her ear. Nicole remained silent while turning her attention to the stove cooking something in a large graphite colored pot. Suddenly, the woman turned and greeted Nicole with a warm smile. “Morning dear, I was just talking to your mother. You wouldn't mind spending some more time here until she got off work would you?” The woman asked. Nicole smiled and grabbed one the chairs and sat down.
“I had a dream last night...can I tell you about it?” Nicole asked still fixated on the imagery. The woman quickly lowered the heat, as her pot was beginning to boil over. “Sure, dear.” The woman cheerfully replied, starting to stir with a large wooden spoon. What proceeded was an endlessly prolonged gabbing about Nicole's dream, every sentence had to explained with several others explaining how strange it was. Nicole practically couldn't help herself, until she was interrupted with a bowl of food placed in front of her, while both suddenly heard the doorbell ringing...
“I'll be right back dear.” The woman assured handing her some silverware and a glass of fruit juice. Nicole thanked her and started eating the bowl of chicken noodle soup, slurping the warm broth. Surprised when some peculiar device materialized from a ball of light that suddenly appeared from her, she recognized it from her dream. She grabbed it and starting fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. “This was from my dream...it's even the same color...could my dream-be real?” | Gender: Male
Age: 14
Country of Origin: United States Of America
Personality: He is incredibly smart and usually keeps to himself, often spending time writing and listening to classical and jazz music. Though still enjoying spending time outdoors and admiring nature. Not being anti-social but usually only interested in communicating with people that interest him personally. Not very trusting of stranger and often will assume someone is lying to him. He doesn't trust adults and the only adult he treats with any kindness is his mother. He is very protective and has a soft spot for younger kids, from caring for his many younger siblings. Though he is good at acting standoffish and confident toward others, he is quite insecure. He is complete coward, being borderline phobic of most larger animals. He knows how to paint and sometimes makes elaborate graffiti, despite it not being legal. He doesn't mind doing bad actions to do what he considers the right thing for himself and his family.
Backstory: He grew up incredibly poor, surrounded in a ghetto neighborhood with other dangerous people and living out of his mother's convertible. Which was the only thing the father had ever given the mother. They were high school sweethearts that suddenly learned what it really meant to be a couple and the father couldn't handle it and left town without a trace. The mother had raised him alone ever since, not having any real family to help her. His mother still taught him to be a good kid, while going to school and doing any job she could find. He was immediately bonded with people around his neighborhood, who said they were in the same crappy situation, so they should stick together. He had basically joined somebody's gang, though he was never forced to do anything beside stealing from stores.
Despite being a good student at least in terms of the grades he received, he skipped school fairly frequently but never actually fell behind, instead hanging with his friends doing things he shouldn't. Though he started acting differently once his mother met another more wealthy man who treated her better, though he didn't personally see him as anyone but a stranger. The house they eventually moved in was quite luxurious compared to his humble beginning but it never felt like home. He did grow attached to what would become his several younger siblings and spent his more recent years being a good big brother. On his 13th birthday had a negative experience with zoo animals escaping from their cages and several attempting to attack him, including a near death experience with a lion. Making him quite paranoid around animals in general and he never went to the zoo again.
Skills:
Street/Nature Smart: Has a general knowledge and experience of living in rough environments and knows how to survive and interact with others.
Intelligent: Able to learn new things quickly and understand new concepts without difficultly.
Stealing: Not something he does anymore, but is pretty good at acquiring things without others knowing about it.
Climber: Becoming recently proficient from climbing so many large trees at the park his new house is nearby.
Other:
He cannot swim, and is too embarrassed to admit it or ask to be taught how.
He often has a lot of gum with him at all times, because he usually chews it nearly every day.
Firamon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He has the mentality of a paladin, wanting the good of both digimon and humans to get along. Extremely protective of the weak and helpless, willing to fight against unfavorable odds. Very tenacious with his principles, and is extremely stubborn in his pride. Having a very big heart and not easily angered, very thoughtful in most of his actions. He speaks with plenty of booming confidence with strong desire to become a good warrior. Not wanting to repeat the childish behavior he had done in his past. Having slight biases and distrust of those who are virus type and ones who cause trouble. Not having a very good sense of humor, jokes often fly over his head. He takes many things said to him literally. Having a habit of tilting his head when he didn't understand something. He doesn't like getting wet and can get a little grumpy if woken up from sleep or for being too hungry.
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Gender: Female
Age: 10
Country of Origin: Canada
Personality: She is a social, though she often accidentally interrupts others without being aware. Despite this she is incredibly patient and respectful of those kind to her and often attempts to get along with those she may find obnoxious or rude. Very kind and sympathetic toward others. She has a curious nature and often asks questions to what she doesn't know. She doesn't have a problem pointing out something she doesn't like about another's behavior. She doesn't like getting too dirty and she highly prefers warmer weather. She also doesn't enjoy violence in movies or in real life, much preferring the romance genre. She often stays up very late at night and seems to be able to function on little sleep. Having an unnatural fearlessness from danger and scary situations due to past experiences.
Backstory: She had been born and raised for most of her youth in the city of Toronto. Her father was a garbage man and her mother was archaeologist. Living a fairly normal and mundane life, making friends and joining a music club. Only moving because their father's new higher paying factory job had them very suddenly moving the United States. She had to basically start her life over again, despite having her phone and occasionally talking to her friends. She had a little trouble making friends as easily in her new school, but wasn't bullied and still had a fairly average life. Expect for a horrible experience that happened to her when she was a toddler, but she had almost completely repressed the memory, to the point she couldn't exactly go into detail of exactly what happened. Her last year had been a little harder on her from being unable to spend as much time with her father or mother, both of them becoming very busy with their jobs. Often she'd just spend time and even sleep at her many next door neighbors houses, instead of staying home alone.
Skills:
Natural Swimmer: Knows how to swim in multiple ways and can even float on her back.
Sharp Senses: Would have better than average eyesight if not for her event and has a keen sense of smell.
Singing: She has a pleasant singing voice.
Other:
She sometimes sings quietly to herself when she is bored, often having songs pop into her head.
She often carries snacks with her, because she often isn't at her parents house.
She has sensitive skin and it becomes irritated easily.
Commandramon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He is only interested in feeding himself and protecting what is his. He doesn't have manners and doesn't pretend otherwise. Very honest and blunt in his dislike for others. Not fearful to fight and often believes that's the only way to get anything done. He is extremely antagonistic toward most things he interacts with, and if he isn't being sarcastic, he probably isn't talking. But hasn't ever really tried making friends, and having only word of mouth for his dislike for humans. Most of it comes from being childish and having doubt about his purpose in life. But becomes completely mystified once becoming somebody's partner. He actually warms up to others with time and eases up on a lot of his more hostile traits. He has a huge appetite and despite not liking to be touched, actually is very ticklish and secretly enjoys it, despite protesting otherwise.
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5,530 | 152 | 3 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Mirko Dubrinic
Mirko was huddled under his covers reading on the tablet some stories. The descriptions were giving him shivers and he really started to hate it. What did he hate? The stupid well written story that talk about monsters in the fog. He hated his best friend from soccer's club who dared him to read it till the end. And for good last he hated himself for even accepting the dare and even more for being curious enough to actually be reading it and not the comments that were so nicely summing it up.
"Curiosity killed the cat." He whispered to himself, hoping to get some comfort out the sound of his voice, possible break the immersion seeing the end of the story in sight. The few last sentences made Mirko whimpered. He felt proud for going through but a much bigger part of him felt simple uneasy. He KNEW it was just made up... But it still gave him shivers. He left the light of his tablet on as he closed his eyes, it was late and he had to wake up early.
The dreams that followed were about monsters and in a strange world. They fought with each other, armies clashing and many of them falling. Mirko felt captivated by the horrors and unable to look away. Those creatures were dying at each other hand. It was war. A war between monsters, and an eerie shadow came to his attention big and dangerous looming for moments before colorful lights came in view. Those lights felt comforting, trustworthy. Calling out to him, as it moved towards him. Then came the darkness.
Mirko stifled another yawn. "Dont forget your scarf, its cold in the morning." To say he felt sleepy, was a understatement he got barely four hours of sleep, most of the night he spent awake attempting not to think about what he read just hours before. Or the dream that woke him up even earlier. There was something about it. It felt so realistic, yet the boy blamed the dream on the story he had been reading because how else could he think up about a monster war... Thougth the creepy story didnt mention the mon monsters...
"I will mom. Should I buy anything on the way home?" Mirko questioned as he tied his shoes, checking one more time if he had everything in his second bag for his soccer training. There was the change of clothes, towel and shoes as well as a lunch package as he was spending the whole day out the house, his books were in his backpack proudly showing off the logo of his favorite club.
"Yes. I wrote it down for you. " His mom walked over and gave him a list with his wallet and a kiss on his forehead. His dad had already left the house in half past four this morning having a shooting. Mirko heard him leave, as he was awake thinking about the lights he saw in his dream. Mom told him that dad promised to come in time for dinner and Mirko was excited to hear which people his dad meet.
The boy grabbed his favorite lucky ball and run out. Only to slow in his step and gulp, there was fog in the morning. The story from last night poping on the front of his mind. The strange creatures fighting to death on his formind. Mirko wondered if those creatures were just out his view hidden behind the blanket of fog. That would be silly, Mirko started running to warm up and keep his mind off it. It worked well enough, he enjoyed running alongside the river bank. Well that was until some colorful light he spotted in front of him.
He halfway awaited some tall figure to be now atop of him trying to eat him. Or that big shadow to appear out the fog. He looked around moving closer to the light. No one was around.
Instead he heard a voice. Mirko jumped a bit in fright, eyes big.
As he listened to what the voice had to say, Mirko shoulder relaxed and he didnt appear ready to run away at full speed. Will he help them? Mirko blinked, the dream war that felt more than realistic coming to mind... All those poor creatures suffering...
"I want to help. To stop it." He spoke thinking which eleven year old didnt dream to be a hero, but even as he wrapped his fingers around the device that formed out the light he knew that this more than a game.
Nothing happened.
Mirko halfway awaited to be whisked away to a battle field or something. His dream must been a vision or something along the lines. It was real, it couldnt be anything else but real now that he was holding the device in his hand. He started running towards his school. He arrived in time for his classes and sitting in his history class Mirko wondering how exactly was he meant to help. What power did he have? Flight? Or super strength? Or super speed, that one would be his personal pick. Or shooting fireballs, because that just cool.
The boy mind was full of thoughts, as he ever so often checked the device as if awaiting for it to do something, or tell him what to do. | Gender: Male
Age: 11
Country of Origin: Hungary
Personality:
Mirko has a upbeat and a happy personality. He is an active boy and any free moment that his parents allow him, he gladly spends playing football with his friends from the club.
He dreams of becoming a professional player or a couch when he grows up. Mirko appears confident and stubborn, but not to a point of no compromise. When he is faced with someone as stubborn as himself or more he would stop and realize that sometimes giving in is the right choose.
Backstory: His mother a successful programer with ambitions to reach for the stars. His father is a comedian and actor mostly working on television productions. His parents appear as opposites, but they balance each other out.
Mirko never felt short on anything. From when he was little his mother gave him lot of her attention. And that increased when she discovered he had a talent with numbers and math. She started to teach him. Telling him how a stable career path is the most important thing to strive for. He would have been annoyed and maybe even hated his goal oriented mother for all the extra homework she gave him, if it wasnt for his dad. His father would tell his mom to slow down and take things easy. To simply leave their boy be just that a boy.
Mirko has often heard his father say to just chase after his dream whatever he feels like it to be at the moment. Encouraging his boy to try things out and figure for himself if that is his dream job or not. It was in after he tried a basketball club that his attention was caught by a football club. He liked sport but something just pulled him more into the sport on the open green field. He got into the club and now he is training for over three years.
The deal with his mother was to keep grades high, especially his math related subjects, just in case he does need something more stable in his future. In return she would let him play sport to his heart contest and atempt to become a professional.
Skills: English
* Between school, internet and evening english language school his mother signed him from young age,
Mirko got a solid handle on understanding and communicating with english speakers.
Athletics
* thanks to his football club he has to keep in shape.
Good runner
* Again thanks to his football club he has trained to run fast and long. He as well enjoys it.
Good with numbers and math
* Thanks to his mother nearly daily teaching him and giving him problems to solve.
Can repair smaller problems in technology.
* Has watched his mother fix things around the house and generally go by the motto do it yourself.
Other: Failing history
Dislikes to be cooped inside for longer than one day and that is usual a lazy sunday.
Is easily getting nightmares from horror movies.
Enjoys the rain and watching his father in tv series.
Digimon Partner Candlemon
Primary Form: Rookie
In-Training (Baby) Form:DemiMeramon
Rookie (Child) Form:Candlemon
Champion (Adult) Form:Wizardmon
Ultimate (Perfect) Form: Phantomon
Mega (Ultimate) Form: MetalPhantomon
Other Forms: /
Apparent Gender: Masculine
Personality: Candlemon is a fun loving and bit of mischievous digimon. He enjoys to play the occasional prank on his friends. He has yet to learn exactly what is too much. In some situations that he went and over did it, he felt guilty for cause unintentional problems. He attempts to fix the mess he made especially if it was to someone he consider a friend. Even when they are angry at him or tell him they dont want to be friends with him. |
5,531 | 152 | 4 | 843 | 1,811 | Artemis O'Connor - Gym
Raising her arm, she indicated she was ready. After being given the OK, Artemis started her approach, picking up speed as she ran. High jump was always one of her best disciplines and right now she was attacking a 160 centimeters bar. She always made it here, but then it was more of a roll of a dice whether she would pass or not. It annoyed her to no end that something so important for this such as her height was not in her control and something she could improve... Well unless you experimented with platform boots, but that reeked of broken ankles and wasn't exactly sporty.
She watched the blasted bar approach, laughing her straight in the eyes which were level with it. With a grunt of effort she flopped herself over, and things started happening.
She wasn't sure what it was that she was seeing. IT looked like some sort of large, red draconic robot. It seemed to be in a fight with a creature full of bright colors - to which it was losing badly. One blow later, the large robot thing split into a tiny purple dragon and a human woman of all things. Both of them slammed into the ground, and the human seemed to look at her directly, and spoke with a thick russian accent: "Tis up too yoo now." Then the other creature approached, raised it's foot and-
-Artemis slammed onto the mat, the pole falling form the stands and giving her a good whack on the head for good measure. What the heck?! Random insane visions were not allowed to mess up her performance! What was that even- The girl shook her head and went bakc to try another time.
It was not to be. The weird vision burdened her thoughts and she was unable to focus enough, failing the jump two more times and falling out of the competition. What finally made her think that her head was wrong in some way was when she found a strange phone in her locker. She wondered briefly whether to take it ot to give it to lost and found, but curiosity nagged at her enough to look if anyone was looking in her direction and then drop it into her bag and head home. | “The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile.” - Plato
Artemis O’Connor
Alias: Arty
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 168 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Birth Place: Dublin
Western Zodiac: Aquarius
Eastern Zodiac: Tiger
Voice actor: Siobhan Thompson
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Appearance:
Arty is a sturdily built girl, whipped into shape by constantly pushing her body past its limits. Her heights is petty average for her age, although she weighs a bit more, a given with her exercise schedule and love of sports. Her skin is lightly tanned.
She almost never bothers putting on any make-up, making her look a bit rough around the edges, something that’s often accented by grit and sweat. Her face is a bit angular with pointed chin and prominent cheekbones. Her eyes are a very light shade of brown, drowned out by the mass of her equally colored hair.
She usually wears clothes that allow her a large freedom of movement, often sleeveless tops and cargo pants. It doesn’t bother her in the lightest that the scars she picked up via her many falls are visible. The only scar she has that sends unpleasant memories into her mind is the one on her belly when her appendix decided to quit on her.
Despite having the body of an athlete, she can relax perfectly, oftentimes slouching in her seat and melting into a soft couch. She usually keeps still when seated, but if she is on her feet, she will be moving, even if she was to just bounce on her feet.
History:
There is not much of note in Artemis’ history other than perhaps her name. She is the daughter of a greek immigrant, but takes almost exclusively after her irish father, inheriting none of the southern looks. She’s lived a more or less happy life of a middle class child, albeit she had a bit tense relationship with her mother due to her hobbies and how she spends her time.
She passed through high school with acceptable grades, not because she is dumb but because she found it hard to focus on studies, wanting to make a career in sports, whether it meant going pro or running a gym.
Personality:
Artemis lives in the here and now. Her impulses yearn to be free, and are often loosed when others least expect it. If she is forced to represses these impulses for a long time she feels 'dead inside' and may eventually cut and run.
The girl may be quite charming and ingratiating on first acquaintance, flowing with compliments which may (or may not) be deserved. On other occasions, she may be aloof and detached. Artemis is fiercely competitive, especially in sport or table games, and may has great difficulty losing - any loss in her mind is just a step to victory, a learning experience, a limit she has to break by pushing herself harder. This competitive nature sometimes fosters 'lucky,' 'gut' feelings and a willingness to take risks.
She spends most of her time doing one sort of sport or the other, from running to javelin throws, but she excels in individual sports only, having no talent for working with others, feeling like they are a potential weak link that would drag her performance down. This way, she only has herself to blame if things don’t go as planned. This of course shows in her day-to-day life as well, with Arty hardly ever seeking company of others, although she would not back out if the company found her. She works alone though, even if it’s for a common goal.
Spirit evolution
Digimon: Agunimon
Description: A hotheaded digimon in its own right, Arty’s influence gives its power a direction: To be the best fighter there ever was. She searches for a good fight, and doesn’t much care who it is she fights.
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Beast spirit evolution
Digimon: Metalgreymon
Description: A true beast, Metalgreymon is anger given form. In this evolution the digimon’s influence beats Artemis’, and she fights with instincts and brute strength rather than drawing on experience and tactics.
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Fusion evolution
Digimon: Wargreymon
Description: Drawing on both human and beast spirits, Wargreymon still likes a good fight, but unlike her predecessors she has the urge and will to use her power to aid others and rid the digital world of conflict. Strangely, having a purpose other than to be the best seems to only enhance her abilities.
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Unified evolution
Digimon: EmperorGreymon
Description: Reaching a perfect balance between the spirits rather than using them in conjunction, Artemis is able to evolve into EmperorGreymon. This form however takes massive effort and will to sustain, but the additional armor and sword can be what decides the battle in her favor.
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5,532 | 152 | 5 | 2,153 | 1,325 | Dustin Coleman and Luna Bishop
After grabbing a small snack and drink after their return home, the two children sat down in front of the computer as Dustin booted it up. "Well, what should we do anyways? Just look up on Google 'Strange Phone Thing That Came Out of a Light and Spoke To Us', or what?" He asked, looking over to Luna. "Well I don't know... what about those dreams?" She asked, Dustin taking a minute to think. "That doesn't get us anywhere... I doubt there's anything about monsters having some kind of war that isn't sci-fi." He replied.
As he opened up the internet browser, the strange devices lit up, and almost automatically the search engine was filled with different text. "What the..." Dustin said as he looked through the different words. "Digimon? Digital World... Council... War... Chosen Humans?" Luna read aloud as the text ceased, and the web page suddenly changed, the screen being enveloped in color, like a rainbow. "What's happening..." Dustin said as the devices in their hands lit up brighter and brighter.
"I don't know, but I think they want us to hold them up to the screen!" Luna said, looking at Dustin. "Why do you say that?" He asked. "Just a feeling... but hey, what's the harm?" She asked, Dustin nodding. "Alright, let's see what happens." Holding the blue device in his hand towards the screen, and Luna holding hers the same, the light became blinding. Suddenly their bodies felt weightless, and as the looked around themselves they seemed to be in some kind of yellow tube. Before they could even begin to question what was happening...
"THUD."
The computer which the two had been in front of powered down. Nothing but empty chairs remained in the room. The children had been whisked away by a strange power, thrust into a world they would know nothing about...
What felt like hours later, the two children finally began to awaken. Dustin pushed himself up off the ground, rubbing the back of his head. "Ouch... I'm never listening to you agai..." He started, opening his eyes and looking around him. "Uh... Luna... please tell me I'm still asleep..." He said, shaking the girl next to him as she roused. "Come on, it's a Saturd..." She stopped mid-sentence, gazing at the world around her now. "Wh-where are we?" She asked.
"Good, so I'm not the only one seeing this... OW!" He said as Luna drew her hand away. "What was that for?!" He said angrily. "To make sure you were real, and this was real... OUCH!" She cried out as Dustin did the same. "Okay, so we're both real, we're both awake, and we both have no clue where we are or what just happened..." He said, feeling something under his hand. Picking it up, he found it was the strange device from before, only it seemed to be working now.
"Well we still have these things..." He said, Luna looking down and spying hers. "Yeah, and they're on now... or something... we still have no idea what these things are either..." She said, trying to get a grasp on the devices. Dustin was on his feet, surveying the surroundings. It was beautiful, like a scene from a movie. Colorful plants and trees, with water everywhere. It looked like what one would describe as paradise. | Luna Bishop
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 12 Years Old
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: Luna is a tomboy, she would prefer exploring the woods around her home to learning to bake or sew. However, she is quite cautious of the unknown. She often hangs around with other boys her age than girls, and not because she is interested in dating. That's the last thing on her mind. She just wants to hang out with someone who understands her, who is like her. In the end, she just wants to feel accepted, especially by her greatly traditional parents.
Backstory: Luna was born and grew up in a rural part of Colorado. She was raised by her two parents as an only child. Her parents had certain expectations of her from the beginning, expecting her to look and act like a normal girl. What they got was the exact opposite. She became a tomboy, and they had to downright force her to even wear feminine clothes. Given the choice she would rather wear her camo shorts and t-shirt.
In school she never got along with any of the girls, but got along fine with most of the boys. One boy in particular she became great friends with, Dustin Coleman. He lived in her parent's home, which was partially an orphanage for children who never really had a home. The two would often play in the woods around the home, much to the distaste of her parents, who thought a respectable young girl should be home learning how to take care of the house instead of running around getting dirty. She tries every day to get them to understand her for who she is, but to no avail. Sometimes she wishes she was in another world, where she would be accepted.
Skills:
Tracking: Playing in the woods around her house has taught her many skills, one among them is being able to track just about anything by their footprints.
Medical Training: A surprising feet she accomplished is when she became a medic for her town's Boy Scout Troupe, unofficially of course...
Athletics: She is quite flexible, and actually a self taught gymnist. While she wouldn't be participating in the olympics anytime soon, she can quickly climb trees and small cliffs with ease.
Other:
Luna has a severe fear of the dark, stemming from a terrifying experience when she was younger that left her mentally scarred. Panic is putting the reaction mildly.
As stated before, the only reason she wears the outfit she does is because of her parents. Her parents want her to be a normal girl, and seem to refuse to accept her for what she is, something she slightly hates them for.
Dorumon
Primary Form: Child
Baby Level: Dorimon
Child Level: Dorumon
Adult Level: Dorugamon
Perfect Level: DoruGreymon
Ultimate Level: Alphamon
Other Form: Alphamon Ouryuken (Mega)
Apparent Gender: Feminine
Personality: Dorumon is very cautious, but cares deeply for her friends, often either pulling them out of a dangerous situation, or rushing headfirst against all rationality to save them herself. Although not afraid to pull a few punches, she tries to defuse situations peacefully before resulting to violence. She does have a clear distinction between right and wrong, and holds her own personal morals close.
Dustin Coleman
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 12 Years Old
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: He has a thirst for adventure. He wants to live life to the fullest while he can. That defines him in a nutshell. He isn't afraid of the unknown, in fact he embraces what he doesn't know and learns from it. Many times this has led to some sticky situations, but he always comes out on the brighter side of things, seeing the silver lining in just about everything. He's just a normal kid living an almost normal life.
Backstory: Dustin never knew his biological parents. His father was unknown and his mother died from complications during birth. He was raised in a foster home, an orphanage in Colorado. And that's the life he knew, that he lived from that day forward. Life wasn't as boring or bleak as many media outlets make orphanages out to be. There was always something to do, new things to learn and discover.
It quickly became apparant of the friendship between Dustin and the Orphanage Owner's daughter, Luna. The two were as close as could be, and they were rarely separated. Her Parents even allowed Dustin to sleep in the same room as her. As the years passed, he became more and more comfortable with the family, he basically became the son they never had. However, he didn't care much about that.
He enjoyed being with Luna, she had become like a sister to him. Most of the day during Summer they would explore the woods near their home, often playing games like Hide and Seek, which he has yet to win a game of against her. At this point, Luna's parents are considering adopting him as their own, hoping that would help Luna through her "Tomboy Phase."
Skills:
Athletics: Dustin has incredible stamina, most likely from being a Boy Scout in the local troupe. He can keep up strenuous exercise for extended periods of time.
Camping/Survival: Being a Boy Scout also means he knows how to do basic camping and wilderness survival techniques, such as starting a fire, searching for food, as well as telling poisonous creatures and plants from non-poisonous ones.
Other:
Although he knows that he was orphaned, he has no intention of attempting to find out about his past, or his unknown father, any time soon.
Once in an early game of Hide and Seek, he was unable to find Luna for over a week. He later found out she had been sneaking back and forth from the woods to the house. He still hasn't gotten much better at tracking.
Dracomon
Primary Form: Child
Baby Form: Babydmon
Child Form: Dracomon
Adult Form: Coredramon (Blue)
Perfect Form: Wingdramon
Ultimate Form: Slayerdramon
Apparent Gender: Masculine
Personality: Dracomon is a headstrong and reckless Digimon. At the first sign of danger, when others turn and run, he turns and runs towards it. More times than not he has taken one heck of a beating because of this, but that never gets him down. He'll get right back up and keep getting up until his body quits on him or he wins. This causes a lot of his friends to worry, which really pulls at his heartstrings. He just wants to help, not make more worries. |
5,533 | 152 | 6 | 2,224 | 2,362 | Cyrus Tucker
The pizza had been served and devoured until their wasn't a single slice remaining. The siblings all wiped the mouths with several paper napkins after they licked the pizza sauce from their lips and rubbed their satiated bellies. Cyrus collected and stacked the dirty dishes submerging them in soapy water filling the sink and the table was quickly wiped clean with a warm rag. Two of them immediately left to fight over which channel was going to be on the television, with their arguments loud enough to be heard from their dining room.
“Cut it out you two, mom's going to home soon and she doesn't need to hear your bickering.” Cyrus called out watching the one who had woken him up, pushing the chairs back toward the table. Cyrus put his hand on her head and petted it a bit causing her to look up and smile. “I got the rest, thanks for helping.” Watching her leave while he started scrubbing the dishes, including the ones leftover from yesterday with the rough side of a sponge. Hearing that the arguing had stopped and after finally completing his cleaning, letting out a brief sigh. Cyrus walked through the hallway spotting his siblings watching some cartoons, sitting down and staying calm for the most part. Quietly heading to his bedroom and sitting down by his desk, starting his laptop and instantly going to a search bar to investigate the strange device that appeared while showering. Cyrus pulled the device from his pocket and rested on his desk.
“Wonder what this little gadget is suppose to do?” Cyrus pondered not discovering anything online that matched his suggestions. Suddenly, the laptop and digivice started glowing , nearly covering the bedroom in blinding white light. Which caused him to grab the digivice which was getting quite warm in his hands. “Are they overheating by being in the same proximity?” Cyrus thought before suddenly feeling gravity dragging him closer to his laptop. “Not good!” Within an instant Cyrus vanished from his bedroom, the moment he opened his eyes noticing he was standing in the middle of a sprawling blossoming meadow with various exotic plant life with primary colors.
Cyrus held his head as the harsh breeze nearly blowing off his hat. He gawked at his surroundings, his nose twitching from the sudden strong flowery aromas that nearly caused him to sneeze. He blinked and rubbed his eyes but everything remained. “Well I'm clearly not dreaming...did I really just experience teleportation?” Cyrus questioned aloud, sticking his index finger in his mouth and sticking it up into the air and waiting for a moment. “The wind is blowing west, the opposite direction it was back home. It's a lot stronger too and it was completely overcast...” While he stared up at the completely clear blue sky, scratching the back of his head. Taking a moment to process the possibilities, pulling out the device that somehow was back into his pocket. He rubbed his chin before reaching into his other pocket and pulling out a case of gum, smiling briefly that he still had that. Throwing a couple pieces in his mouth and chewing them, walking around a bit while analyzing his current situation for answers.
“Did this device come from this world? Then did the device send me here? Is this an accident or on purpose? I have a strange feeling like I've been chosen and just got sucked into a completely differently world...meaning I'll probably come across some colorful characters as I try to find my way back home.” Cyrus speculated. Suddenly images popped into his head, letting out a big gulp. “I just really hope this world doesn't have any evil flying monkeys and talking lions...” Cyrus nervously laughed with his voice cracking in between words.
Firamon
Every Otamamon and Gekomon had gathered together from their small village in the middle of the dense woods, bordering a fast flowing river that had been completely barricaded with a dam. As they were all clamoring beside Firamon who simply smiled at them all.
“Thanks a lot mister!” Gekomon exclaimed with a nasally tone.
“Yeah, you helped us for so long. Are you sure you didn't want anything?” An Otamamon asked in a high pitched feminine voice. The Firamon shook his head slightly.
“Yes, it's a warrior's job to provide his assistant without the demand for compensation. My reward is working hard and you're kind words are plenty.” Firamon stated with a boisterous voice. Firamon turned around and started walking away when the Gekomon had quickly approached him. “Wait, you're leaving so soon? I mean...our village usually doesn't like outsiders-but you're one of the good guys! You're welcome back anytime.” Gekomon called out before Firamon turned around to face them.
“I appreciate the offer, but I must go and continue searching for my purpose. I'm hoping to find others I can help like your village.” Firamon stated. Gekomon simply grinned and rubbed the back of his head.
“Well then-break a leg Firamon!” Gekomon commented. Firamon stared oddly and tilted his head. “Hmm...that's a slightly rude thing to say.” Firamon uttered. Gekomon mildly gasped and waved his hands. “No! Uh-that means good luck.” Gekomon clarified. Firamon simply nodded despite still being obviously confused, before flying off through the air. The Gekomon and Otamamon wave him goodbye as he got farther away.
“A digimon like that won't survive long in this world!” Otamamon uttered. As the Gekomon sighed while nodding his head in agreement.
Nicole Brooks
“Oh, it's you again. Joey right? Enjoying the new job?” The woman greeted with a warm smile taking a bag from the young man with a large mailbag slung over his shoulders. He smiled back at her and tipped his mailman hat. “Thanks Ms. Mercier, it puts money in the bank for me and the missus. Busy day, have a good afternoon.” The young man stated before quickly heading back into his van and drove away. She simply shook her head a little, letting out a slight chuckle. “Young love is so sweet.” She chirped before walking back into the kitchen noticing Nicole was no longer present, but her bowl had already been set into the sink and was rinsed out. She could hear the television playing in the background, smiling slightly grabbing some scissors from a drawer and cutting open her paper bag picking up a medicine bottle in her hand, carefully examining the label.
Donepezil
Take one at the same time every day.
15 mg. 35 count.
She opened the bottle and filled a glass with water and grabbed one of the pills and put it on the tip on her tongue and washed it down. Before walking toward her living room, carrying the glass half filled with water. “What are you watching in there, Nicole? Is it any good?” She cheerfully questioned suddenly spotting Nicole staring in awe while holding a strange device glowing brightly with her extended hand. Her widescreen television was glowing just as brightly, the woman could hardly see. As a sudden flash caused her to shut her eyes from the intensity, once she had opened her eyes her television was off and Nicole had vanished from sight, the glass shattered to the ground. “Nicole!?”
Nicole looked around covered in near darkness, except for unnatural purple glowing moss covering parts of the trees that looked decayed and dead. There wasn't any color other than black, even the soil beneath her shoes. Nicole blinked hearing sounds of screams coming from the distance. Nicole looked down at the device, she held in her hand and frowned. “Aw...my shoes are getting dirty.” Nicole stated letting out a mild sigh, starting to walk through the dense forest. “How'd I get here?” Nicole uttered softly to herself. “I'm going to miss my show...” | Gender: Male
Age: 14
Country of Origin: United States Of America
Personality: He is incredibly smart and usually keeps to himself, often spending time writing and listening to classical and jazz music. Though still enjoying spending time outdoors and admiring nature. Not being anti-social but usually only interested in communicating with people that interest him personally. Not very trusting of stranger and often will assume someone is lying to him. He doesn't trust adults and the only adult he treats with any kindness is his mother. He is very protective and has a soft spot for younger kids, from caring for his many younger siblings. Though he is good at acting standoffish and confident toward others, he is quite insecure. He is complete coward, being borderline phobic of most larger animals. He knows how to paint and sometimes makes elaborate graffiti, despite it not being legal. He doesn't mind doing bad actions to do what he considers the right thing for himself and his family.
Backstory: He grew up incredibly poor, surrounded in a ghetto neighborhood with other dangerous people and living out of his mother's convertible. Which was the only thing the father had ever given the mother. They were high school sweethearts that suddenly learned what it really meant to be a couple and the father couldn't handle it and left town without a trace. The mother had raised him alone ever since, not having any real family to help her. His mother still taught him to be a good kid, while going to school and doing any job she could find. He was immediately bonded with people around his neighborhood, who said they were in the same crappy situation, so they should stick together. He had basically joined somebody's gang, though he was never forced to do anything beside stealing from stores.
Despite being a good student at least in terms of the grades he received, he skipped school fairly frequently but never actually fell behind, instead hanging with his friends doing things he shouldn't. Though he started acting differently once his mother met another more wealthy man who treated her better, though he didn't personally see him as anyone but a stranger. The house they eventually moved in was quite luxurious compared to his humble beginning but it never felt like home. He did grow attached to what would become his several younger siblings and spent his more recent years being a good big brother. On his 13th birthday had a negative experience with zoo animals escaping from their cages and several attempting to attack him, including a near death experience with a lion. Making him quite paranoid around animals in general and he never went to the zoo again.
Skills:
Street/Nature Smart: Has a general knowledge and experience of living in rough environments and knows how to survive and interact with others.
Intelligent: Able to learn new things quickly and understand new concepts without difficultly.
Stealing: Not something he does anymore, but is pretty good at acquiring things without others knowing about it.
Climber: Becoming recently proficient from climbing so many large trees at the park his new house is nearby.
Other:
He cannot swim, and is too embarrassed to admit it or ask to be taught how.
He often has a lot of gum with him at all times, because he usually chews it nearly every day.
Firamon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He has the mentality of a paladin, wanting the good of both digimon and humans to get along. Extremely protective of the weak and helpless, willing to fight against unfavorable odds. Very tenacious with his principles, and is extremely stubborn in his pride. Having a very big heart and not easily angered, very thoughtful in most of his actions. He speaks with plenty of booming confidence with strong desire to become a good warrior. Not wanting to repeat the childish behavior he had done in his past. Having slight biases and distrust of those who are virus type and ones who cause trouble. Not having a very good sense of humor, jokes often fly over his head. He takes many things said to him literally. Having a habit of tilting his head when he didn't understand something. He doesn't like getting wet and can get a little grumpy if woken up from sleep or for being too hungry.
Theme:
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Country of Origin: Canada
Personality: She is a social, though she often accidentally interrupts others without being aware. Despite this she is incredibly patient and respectful of those kind to her and often attempts to get along with those she may find obnoxious or rude. Very kind and sympathetic toward others. She has a curious nature and often asks questions to what she doesn't know. She doesn't have a problem pointing out something she doesn't like about another's behavior. She doesn't like getting too dirty and she highly prefers warmer weather. She also doesn't enjoy violence in movies or in real life, much preferring the romance genre. She often stays up very late at night and seems to be able to function on little sleep. Having an unnatural fearlessness from danger and scary situations due to past experiences.
Backstory: She had been born and raised for most of her youth in the city of Toronto. Her father was a garbage man and her mother was archaeologist. Living a fairly normal and mundane life, making friends and joining a music club. Only moving because their father's new higher paying factory job had them very suddenly moving the United States. She had to basically start her life over again, despite having her phone and occasionally talking to her friends. She had a little trouble making friends as easily in her new school, but wasn't bullied and still had a fairly average life. Expect for a horrible experience that happened to her when she was a toddler, but she had almost completely repressed the memory, to the point she couldn't exactly go into detail of exactly what happened. Her last year had been a little harder on her from being unable to spend as much time with her father or mother, both of them becoming very busy with their jobs. Often she'd just spend time and even sleep at her many next door neighbors houses, instead of staying home alone.
Skills:
Natural Swimmer: Knows how to swim in multiple ways and can even float on her back.
Sharp Senses: Would have better than average eyesight if not for her event and has a keen sense of smell.
Singing: She has a pleasant singing voice.
Other:
She sometimes sings quietly to herself when she is bored, often having songs pop into her head.
She often carries snacks with her, because she often isn't at her parents house.
She has sensitive skin and it becomes irritated easily.
Commandramon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He is only interested in feeding himself and protecting what is his. He doesn't have manners and doesn't pretend otherwise. Very honest and blunt in his dislike for others. Not fearful to fight and often believes that's the only way to get anything done. He is extremely antagonistic toward most things he interacts with, and if he isn't being sarcastic, he probably isn't talking. But hasn't ever really tried making friends, and having only word of mouth for his dislike for humans. Most of it comes from being childish and having doubt about his purpose in life. But becomes completely mystified once becoming somebody's partner. He actually warms up to others with time and eases up on a lot of his more hostile traits. He has a huge appetite and despite not liking to be touched, actually is very ticklish and secretly enjoys it, despite protesting otherwise.
Theme: |
5,534 | 152 | 7 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Mirko Dubrinic
Lunch time came and passed, and one of the last classes for the day before club was computer class. Mirko was starting to feel disappointed nothing happened yet. Was he daydreaming the voice? Maybe? The lunch period he spent with his friends, telling them about the dreams he had. Though he opted not to show them the device. No one had anything similar dreamt. The orange device was in his school bag as he entered the classroom.
"What?!"
"Teacher, my computer is weird!"
"Is this a prank?"
The moment Mirko had stepped in the room full of computers every screen started to glow white. Words started to flow over the screens. The teacher in question wondered what kind of virus this could possible be. The kids poking the machines as if trying to fix them. Mirko moved to the computer furthest away from the door and looked at the screen.
The words. Digimon, council, didnt tell him much. But the word war left no doubt. This was the strange thing he awaited to happen. He tried to fish the orange thing out, but couldnt reach him from his notebooks. Not feeling patient he turned over the bag and let all the things from the inside fall down messily on the table and floor.
He was right!
The orange device was glowing... so what now?
"Okay everyone leave the classroom. The class is canceled for today." The teacher announced, not pleased at all. Mirko hearth started to race. He knew he could just leave no one was forcing him to stay... but... he was not going to go back on his word. No hero and no real man did that.
"Mirko, you too. Out with you."
"In a moment, my books slipped out my bag. Just to pick them up!" Mirko lied, holding the device close to his chest. He started picking them all up slowly waiting for everyone to leave. He didnt know what would happen, but he had a feeling that he should point it to the screen. He didnt want to put anyone in danger. He saw the teacher leaving the classroom to speak with someone and Mirko used that opportunity. Having enough wit to grip his club bag he pointed the device to the screen.
A wide grin on his face as he was was gone.
The teacher stepped back in the classroom noticing a bright flash happened, to see Mirkos books still on the table. Confusion on her face at seeing the room empty. All the computers now turned off and none showed the strange messages like before.
Mirko groaned, he felt sore. Sitting up and rubbing his head he spotted why he felt that way. He was sitting on the hard ground. The bag was still in his hand. Checking it he saw his change of cloths, as well as a water bottle and football were all there. He took his phone out and sure enough there was no signal. He took a few picture of his surroundings and placed it back.
This was the place in a civil war.
The young boy took a breath and decided to walk. He could spot a dark looking forest not too far off the barren rock he woken up on. It looked a bit spooky with its nearly black threes but, it couldnt be that bad he reasoned. He wasnt too sure what is awaited from him but he just decided to give it a shot. Maybe he will walk into someone who could give him directions... and maybe a destination as well.
As he stepped into the forest he saw the black ground and heard something that resembled a distant scream... Maybe it was the wind, Mirko tried to be reasonable as he pulled his back closer and kept on walking. | Gender: Male
Age: 11
Country of Origin: Hungary
Personality:
Mirko has a upbeat and a happy personality. He is an active boy and any free moment that his parents allow him, he gladly spends playing football with his friends from the club.
He dreams of becoming a professional player or a couch when he grows up. Mirko appears confident and stubborn, but not to a point of no compromise. When he is faced with someone as stubborn as himself or more he would stop and realize that sometimes giving in is the right choose.
Backstory: His mother a successful programer with ambitions to reach for the stars. His father is a comedian and actor mostly working on television productions. His parents appear as opposites, but they balance each other out.
Mirko never felt short on anything. From when he was little his mother gave him lot of her attention. And that increased when she discovered he had a talent with numbers and math. She started to teach him. Telling him how a stable career path is the most important thing to strive for. He would have been annoyed and maybe even hated his goal oriented mother for all the extra homework she gave him, if it wasnt for his dad. His father would tell his mom to slow down and take things easy. To simply leave their boy be just that a boy.
Mirko has often heard his father say to just chase after his dream whatever he feels like it to be at the moment. Encouraging his boy to try things out and figure for himself if that is his dream job or not. It was in after he tried a basketball club that his attention was caught by a football club. He liked sport but something just pulled him more into the sport on the open green field. He got into the club and now he is training for over three years.
The deal with his mother was to keep grades high, especially his math related subjects, just in case he does need something more stable in his future. In return she would let him play sport to his heart contest and atempt to become a professional.
Skills: English
* Between school, internet and evening english language school his mother signed him from young age,
Mirko got a solid handle on understanding and communicating with english speakers.
Athletics
* thanks to his football club he has to keep in shape.
Good runner
* Again thanks to his football club he has trained to run fast and long. He as well enjoys it.
Good with numbers and math
* Thanks to his mother nearly daily teaching him and giving him problems to solve.
Can repair smaller problems in technology.
* Has watched his mother fix things around the house and generally go by the motto do it yourself.
Other: Failing history
Dislikes to be cooped inside for longer than one day and that is usual a lazy sunday.
Is easily getting nightmares from horror movies.
Enjoys the rain and watching his father in tv series.
Digimon Partner Candlemon
Primary Form: Rookie
In-Training (Baby) Form:DemiMeramon
Rookie (Child) Form:Candlemon
Champion (Adult) Form:Wizardmon
Ultimate (Perfect) Form: Phantomon
Mega (Ultimate) Form: MetalPhantomon
Other Forms: /
Apparent Gender: Masculine
Personality: Candlemon is a fun loving and bit of mischievous digimon. He enjoys to play the occasional prank on his friends. He has yet to learn exactly what is too much. In some situations that he went and over did it, he felt guilty for cause unintentional problems. He attempts to fix the mess he made especially if it was to someone he consider a friend. Even when they are angry at him or tell him they dont want to be friends with him. |
5,535 | 152 | 8 | 2,042 | 1,486 | A little disappointed as the voice hadn't responded and no one had shown up, Mimi put the odd device in her bag and climbed down the tree. Wondering how to spend the day, Mimi wandered around town. Plenty of people, but none to play with, it annoyed her. Then, she remembered that a new game was being released and that the gamestore should have a demo available. Excitedly, Mimi went over.
When she entered the store, the man behind the counter greeted her with a wide smile, and she returned an equally wide smile. "Hey, little miss, here to try that new game, after all? I thought you said it looked 'unworthy'?" The man quipped cheerfully. Grin widening, Mimi responded, making a poor attempt at imitating the man's voice "You have to try it to find out it's garbage." The man chuckled and pulled her over the counter. "It's in the back. Go see how far you can get. Wanna bet a chocolate bar you won't even beat the first three levels?"
Three hours later and two chocolate bars richer, Mimi waved the man goodbye and left the store. The odd device had glown oddly when she'd put the chocolate in her bag and when she'd retrieved a snack while playing, but she had been to focused on beating the game to actually do anything with it.
Only when she was almost home, she decided to study the device again, but by then it had already stopped glowing. With a pout and a sigh Mimi stuffed the device in the bag again, and went inside. Her parents were still out working, so she had the house all to herself. Doing as any kid would do, she grabbed a glass and a drink. Mimi was thirsty. Afterwards she headed upstairs, to her room, she wasn't interested in watching television. Once upstairs, she turned on the computer in her room. As soon at the computer had been booted up, the device started glowing once more. With the device once more removed from the bag, Mimi started mokeying around with it. Not entirelt sure of what happened, Mimi turned the device to check the back for some sort of batery port when a blinding flash disabled her vision.
Finding herself in a bright, colorful surrounding, with little but her backpack, clothes and the odd device, Mimi was confused, to say at the least. This was not her room. Looking around Mimi found a stream and plants. Lots and lots of plants. Getting up, Mimi sauntered over to the stream, washing the dirt from her hands. She got up from her place beside the stream and looked around a bit, deciding there wasn't much to see, she climbed a tree. From the treetop, she once more looked around, hoping to find some form of life or habitation. Whilst looking she commented to herself "Well, where are we now?" | Mia "Mimi" Midtown
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Country of Origin: America
Personality:
A dead-set simple girl. Do you want to achieve something? Keep trying until you do. Want to find something? Keep looking, eventually you'll find it. She's sweet and innocent, but surprisingly sure of herself. She never gives up and will use (almost) any means to succeed. She's a smart and kind girl, but puts a little too much faith in her abilities from time to time.
Backstory:
Mimi enjoyed a mostly normal childhood, save for her constant quests for world domination. Having a small army of friends, the elders in her hometown adored her. Mimi's parents weren't quite as fond of her conquests, but eventually came to the conclusion she couldn't be changed. Another dark spot on her otherwise normal childhood is an accident during a school trip, but Mimi refuses to talk about it.
All that is clear about this accident is that the bus got off the road and crashed, leading to a perilous few days to follow. While this has clearly left its mark on Mimi and she's gotten a little more mature for it, she still attempts to maintain her jovial and childish outlook on things.
Skills:
Climbing - With her simple mindset dictating that those in higher positionss should also be higher physically, she was constantly climbing things. As a result she can climb very well, even some really hard-to-climb things with a little help.
Leadership - Mimi was pretty popular, known as the little empress, as such she often had a bunch of followers she'd lead on her "quests". These quests were mostly just childish plans, but it did help her get the hang of teamwork.
Balance...? - For some odd reason, it seems to be unable to make Mimi lose her balance.
Fit - Mimi is an energetic young girl, due to her constant running around, she's got quite some stamina.
Other:
Mimi has a dislike of caves for reasons she refuses to disclose. She's not afraid and will still enter them if she sees no other choice, but she simply doesn't like them.
Mimi is unlikely to show full subservience, but she'll at least work in a team if required.
She always carries an extra set of trousers, she claims those are the most reliable back-up plan. What she means by this is yet another mystery.
Luna
Primary Form: Lekismon
In-Training: Moonmon
Rookie: Lunamon
Champion: Lekismon
Ultimate: Crescemon
Mega: Dianamon
Other Form: None.
Apparent Gender: Female
Personality:
Luna acts mostly as Mimi's guardian, but has more energy than most humans, so she can actually keep up with Mimi's antics. If she disapproves of Mimi's actions she won't be afraid to state so and attempt to guide her to another choice. As a digimon from the Nightmare Soldier family, Luna is slightly more accepting of Mimi's misdeeds than she should be, but she still won't allow outright cruelty. |
5,536 | 152 | 9 | 2,224 | 2,362 | Commandramon
Commandramon slowly walked in an aimless direction, going nearly in the complete opposite direction of his original destination. He continued to keep his eyes glued to what was in front of him, the endless sight of darkness and decaying plant life, while retaining a straight face. Hearing the subtlest of noises that he instantly recognized, quickly shifting to his left 75 degrees and hurled a DCD Bomb straight between two of the trees. He glared at the DemiDevimon revealing itself by bursting through the trees with a scowl and a singed wing, aiming his M16 rifle directly at the DemiDevimon.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing? That could of killed me!” DemiDevimon shouted.
“You're right, it should of killed you. My aim must be deteriorating.” Commandramon retorted, “But consider yourself lucky that you're still alive after you've been following me all this time, I'll give you one chance to tell me why, before I make into Swiss cheese.” The DemiDevimon flinched a bit, as sweat dripped down from it's forehead.
“Alright. Alright! Calm down. I merely wanted to recruit you. We're apart of an uprising to destroy the humans! You're a solider right? You'd be rewarded handsomely, you wouldn't have to live in this dump that's for sure-” DemiDevimon exclaimed not realizing that the Commandramon had already walked off covering a long yawn. DemiDevimon growled and held a poison dart in his claws and threw it directly at Commandramon. “I won't stand for such disrespect!”
Commandramon merely raised his armored gauntlet as the dart deflected to the ground, not even leaving a scratch. Commandramon turned around, aiming his rifle, with his claws pressing the trigger. as the DemiDevimon fearfully turned around and attempted to flee before receiving a hail of gunfire coming from Commandramon rifle. DemiDevimon let out a agonizing scream, the bullets piercing straight through him giving him a tremendous amount of stabbing pain. Commandramon watched the digimon writhing on the ground with data leaking into the air. He apathetically stared down and pointed his assault rifle down.
“I've been built to inflict the utmost amount of pain possible, I'm better at killing an opponent than anyone. Since you couldn't take the hint and decided to piss me off, I'll tell you before you die. I work alone.” Commandramon replied before he even finished his sentence the DeviDemimon had dispersed completely. With that trouble out of the way, he continued onward toward his home.
Nicole Brooks
Nicole had been leaning against one the trees, fiddling with the strange device but she still hadn't figured out anything about it. She couldn't even turn the thing on again, recalling the last thing she remembered feeling like she was sucked into the television. She sighed slightly and continued walking through the forest, being careful not to have anything touch her skin. Her noise twitched to the smell of smoke, like someone had started a campfire. Nicole suddenly heard someone was speaking nearby, their voice was distinctly masculine yet rather squeaky.
“Maybe, they could help me...” She thought quickly running in the sound's direction, before stopping and hiding behind one of the large trees. She peaked her head seeing a strange looking creature, that resembled a dinosaur wearing military armor with a visible gun in his claws. It glanced in her direction like it was already aware of her presence but it started walking past her. She clenched her hands and blinked a few times, before quickly going past the trees and approaching the odd creature, smileing once he turned around to face her.
“Um, pardon me...Could you tell me where I am? And where the nearest bus station is?” Nicole spoke out without a hint of anxiousness in her voice. | Gender: Male
Age: 14
Country of Origin: United States Of America
Personality: He is incredibly smart and usually keeps to himself, often spending time writing and listening to classical and jazz music. Though still enjoying spending time outdoors and admiring nature. Not being anti-social but usually only interested in communicating with people that interest him personally. Not very trusting of stranger and often will assume someone is lying to him. He doesn't trust adults and the only adult he treats with any kindness is his mother. He is very protective and has a soft spot for younger kids, from caring for his many younger siblings. Though he is good at acting standoffish and confident toward others, he is quite insecure. He is complete coward, being borderline phobic of most larger animals. He knows how to paint and sometimes makes elaborate graffiti, despite it not being legal. He doesn't mind doing bad actions to do what he considers the right thing for himself and his family.
Backstory: He grew up incredibly poor, surrounded in a ghetto neighborhood with other dangerous people and living out of his mother's convertible. Which was the only thing the father had ever given the mother. They were high school sweethearts that suddenly learned what it really meant to be a couple and the father couldn't handle it and left town without a trace. The mother had raised him alone ever since, not having any real family to help her. His mother still taught him to be a good kid, while going to school and doing any job she could find. He was immediately bonded with people around his neighborhood, who said they were in the same crappy situation, so they should stick together. He had basically joined somebody's gang, though he was never forced to do anything beside stealing from stores.
Despite being a good student at least in terms of the grades he received, he skipped school fairly frequently but never actually fell behind, instead hanging with his friends doing things he shouldn't. Though he started acting differently once his mother met another more wealthy man who treated her better, though he didn't personally see him as anyone but a stranger. The house they eventually moved in was quite luxurious compared to his humble beginning but it never felt like home. He did grow attached to what would become his several younger siblings and spent his more recent years being a good big brother. On his 13th birthday had a negative experience with zoo animals escaping from their cages and several attempting to attack him, including a near death experience with a lion. Making him quite paranoid around animals in general and he never went to the zoo again.
Skills:
Street/Nature Smart: Has a general knowledge and experience of living in rough environments and knows how to survive and interact with others.
Intelligent: Able to learn new things quickly and understand new concepts without difficultly.
Stealing: Not something he does anymore, but is pretty good at acquiring things without others knowing about it.
Climber: Becoming recently proficient from climbing so many large trees at the park his new house is nearby.
Other:
He cannot swim, and is too embarrassed to admit it or ask to be taught how.
He often has a lot of gum with him at all times, because he usually chews it nearly every day.
Firamon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He has the mentality of a paladin, wanting the good of both digimon and humans to get along. Extremely protective of the weak and helpless, willing to fight against unfavorable odds. Very tenacious with his principles, and is extremely stubborn in his pride. Having a very big heart and not easily angered, very thoughtful in most of his actions. He speaks with plenty of booming confidence with strong desire to become a good warrior. Not wanting to repeat the childish behavior he had done in his past. Having slight biases and distrust of those who are virus type and ones who cause trouble. Not having a very good sense of humor, jokes often fly over his head. He takes many things said to him literally. Having a habit of tilting his head when he didn't understand something. He doesn't like getting wet and can get a little grumpy if woken up from sleep or for being too hungry.
Theme:
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Country of Origin: Canada
Personality: She is a social, though she often accidentally interrupts others without being aware. Despite this she is incredibly patient and respectful of those kind to her and often attempts to get along with those she may find obnoxious or rude. Very kind and sympathetic toward others. She has a curious nature and often asks questions to what she doesn't know. She doesn't have a problem pointing out something she doesn't like about another's behavior. She doesn't like getting too dirty and she highly prefers warmer weather. She also doesn't enjoy violence in movies or in real life, much preferring the romance genre. She often stays up very late at night and seems to be able to function on little sleep. Having an unnatural fearlessness from danger and scary situations due to past experiences.
Backstory: She had been born and raised for most of her youth in the city of Toronto. Her father was a garbage man and her mother was archaeologist. Living a fairly normal and mundane life, making friends and joining a music club. Only moving because their father's new higher paying factory job had them very suddenly moving the United States. She had to basically start her life over again, despite having her phone and occasionally talking to her friends. She had a little trouble making friends as easily in her new school, but wasn't bullied and still had a fairly average life. Expect for a horrible experience that happened to her when she was a toddler, but she had almost completely repressed the memory, to the point she couldn't exactly go into detail of exactly what happened. Her last year had been a little harder on her from being unable to spend as much time with her father or mother, both of them becoming very busy with their jobs. Often she'd just spend time and even sleep at her many next door neighbors houses, instead of staying home alone.
Skills:
Natural Swimmer: Knows how to swim in multiple ways and can even float on her back.
Sharp Senses: Would have better than average eyesight if not for her event and has a keen sense of smell.
Singing: She has a pleasant singing voice.
Other:
She sometimes sings quietly to herself when she is bored, often having songs pop into her head.
She often carries snacks with her, because she often isn't at her parents house.
She has sensitive skin and it becomes irritated easily.
Commandramon
Baby/In-Training:
Child/Rookie:
Adult/Champion:
Perfect/Ultimate:
Ultimate/Mega:
Other Form: (N/A)
Gender: Male
Personality: He is only interested in feeding himself and protecting what is his. He doesn't have manners and doesn't pretend otherwise. Very honest and blunt in his dislike for others. Not fearful to fight and often believes that's the only way to get anything done. He is extremely antagonistic toward most things he interacts with, and if he isn't being sarcastic, he probably isn't talking. But hasn't ever really tried making friends, and having only word of mouth for his dislike for humans. Most of it comes from being childish and having doubt about his purpose in life. But becomes completely mystified once becoming somebody's partner. He actually warms up to others with time and eases up on a lot of his more hostile traits. He has a huge appetite and despite not liking to be touched, actually is very ticklish and secretly enjoys it, despite protesting otherwise.
Theme: |
5,537 | 152 | 10 | 2,362 | 1,688 | Mirko Dubrinic
The young boy was starting to feel more uncomfortable, as he walked deeper into the dark forest like region. Maybe he should turn around and go back, he wondered to himself quite a few times. He didnt do it because he was no scared weakling, they needed a hero so what hero runs away from a bit of dark. Even if the sounds and wind made him feel like something bad was inside these woods. Or worse even following him.
Yet each time he turned around there was no one there.
"I am imagining things, thats all." He talked to himself and hugged his bag closer to himself like one would do a stuffed animal.
Candlemon
He was hiding in the shadows, which was a bit hard when you have a flame on top of your white wax body. Surprisingly enough he was managing to avoid most digimon around. He knew there were recruiters in this sector searching out digimon willing to fight in the war. Candlemon hated the war. He didnt want to have anything to do with either side. But being a neutral would be difficult the more time this went on. He was a coward wanting to live, and not dying.
He didnt know what he should do, any longer... His silent musing was interrupted when he heard a voice talking not too far away from him. He had to know if it belonged to something dangerous or not. Staying behind a tree he spotted its owner. He nearly gasped and outed himself right there and then.
A human boy was walking towards the section of the woods Candlemon knew that soldier digimon recently wandered. He tried his best not to cross paths with that fellow. The war was happening because of those creatures. He started to keep an eye from the distance. That what he was watching was the reason he lost him...
The reason...
That human...
He was only a child, looking horrible lost at the moment.
Candlemon fire winced silently. He knew he should run away... but he didnt have it in him to leave a kid to die. Indecisive about what should he be doing he kept following the boy. | Gender: Male
Age: 11
Country of Origin: Hungary
Personality:
Mirko has a upbeat and a happy personality. He is an active boy and any free moment that his parents allow him, he gladly spends playing football with his friends from the club.
He dreams of becoming a professional player or a couch when he grows up. Mirko appears confident and stubborn, but not to a point of no compromise. When he is faced with someone as stubborn as himself or more he would stop and realize that sometimes giving in is the right choose.
Backstory: His mother a successful programer with ambitions to reach for the stars. His father is a comedian and actor mostly working on television productions. His parents appear as opposites, but they balance each other out.
Mirko never felt short on anything. From when he was little his mother gave him lot of her attention. And that increased when she discovered he had a talent with numbers and math. She started to teach him. Telling him how a stable career path is the most important thing to strive for. He would have been annoyed and maybe even hated his goal oriented mother for all the extra homework she gave him, if it wasnt for his dad. His father would tell his mom to slow down and take things easy. To simply leave their boy be just that a boy.
Mirko has often heard his father say to just chase after his dream whatever he feels like it to be at the moment. Encouraging his boy to try things out and figure for himself if that is his dream job or not. It was in after he tried a basketball club that his attention was caught by a football club. He liked sport but something just pulled him more into the sport on the open green field. He got into the club and now he is training for over three years.
The deal with his mother was to keep grades high, especially his math related subjects, just in case he does need something more stable in his future. In return she would let him play sport to his heart contest and atempt to become a professional.
Skills: English
* Between school, internet and evening english language school his mother signed him from young age,
Mirko got a solid handle on understanding and communicating with english speakers.
Athletics
* thanks to his football club he has to keep in shape.
Good runner
* Again thanks to his football club he has trained to run fast and long. He as well enjoys it.
Good with numbers and math
* Thanks to his mother nearly daily teaching him and giving him problems to solve.
Can repair smaller problems in technology.
* Has watched his mother fix things around the house and generally go by the motto do it yourself.
Other: Failing history
Dislikes to be cooped inside for longer than one day and that is usual a lazy sunday.
Is easily getting nightmares from horror movies.
Enjoys the rain and watching his father in tv series.
Digimon Partner Candlemon
Primary Form: Rookie
In-Training (Baby) Form:DemiMeramon
Rookie (Child) Form:Candlemon
Champion (Adult) Form:Wizardmon
Ultimate (Perfect) Form: Phantomon
Mega (Ultimate) Form: MetalPhantomon
Other Forms: /
Apparent Gender: Masculine
Personality: Candlemon is a fun loving and bit of mischievous digimon. He enjoys to play the occasional prank on his friends. He has yet to learn exactly what is too much. In some situations that he went and over did it, he felt guilty for cause unintentional problems. He attempts to fix the mess he made especially if it was to someone he consider a friend. Even when they are angry at him or tell him they dont want to be friends with him. |
5,538 | 153 | 0 | 1,113 | 205 | The summer had turned into the dark shades of fall. It was early September by the looks of The ravaged school supplies, Some Halloween decorations scattered here and there and the Christmas section of Groceries stores slowly lurking into view. Junks was ready for another day of school. He hadn't been fond of it, But his conscious told him of he'd drop out he'd be living in this shithole for the rest of his days. His hole was an old apartment. Most people would live there as a political statement. "Squatters" and shit like that. No, Junks was just a homeless bastard. No lights worked in the building. He relied on candles for light. He put some deodorant he lifted from a store a few days ago and tried to look semi decent. By semi decent his goal was "Movie homeless extra". It was 6 Am by his watch he had "Found" on a drunk guy's wrist. He lived a few miles from his school and was preparing for his long walk.
He put on his rugged backpack and stepped it his door and sighed.
"First day of school always sucks." Especially if you looked like shit and smelled like Old Spice.
He never knew that day would be the beginning of the craziest years of his life.
Day One
9/30/17 | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,539 | 153 | 1 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looked out on growing colder weather, leaves had begun to turn and the winter had slowly begun to bite. Signing off as lady de winter she headed to the bus to school, her father was working and somewhere in thr North Sea, maybe the bearing strait and a lift would be rather unlikely. Grabbing her hand bag, it was a miracle she could fit everything in, but a miracle that she managed to pull off regularly.
Heading to the school, she was newly back this year properly after 2-3 years recovering and part time. Walking slowly and relying on the the stick still she hated feeling helpless but thr DR said it would be a while.
Dressed in a fitted coat, dress and boots she slowly began to walk into the school for the beginning of a new year... Well the idiot kids calling her Elsa never seemed to get the message. Yes she was pale, well very pale. They did not know if that one would ever change. Smiling as she "acidiantly" caught her ring against the screen. The diamond would make a rather nice scratch.
"nice phone kid... Shame"
New year. Same insults.
Looking at the busy school, people milling about, cliches, and more. Some things never changed as she got a tinge of sadness watching the jocks and such head out to the sports field. One day that had been her. Now she was slower than everyone, could not walk unaided and thought to self.
"a new year vika... One day.. One day." | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,540 | 153 | 2 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks walked into the school. If you'd look at his yearbook you would've noticed that this was one of the two days he attempted to look,decent. The other was picture day.
As he scanned the school he noticed a small pale girl walking slowly with a cane. Honestly she was pretty girl if he'd ever seen one. But first impressions always count.
She, To him look's like she was a middle class girl. Out of his range.
He didn't want to imagine what he seemed to her. A skinny kid with greasy hair that dresses like he was straight outta The Great Depression. Giant bags under his eyes from is random bouts of insomnia biting him in the ass from his Junkie past.
Maybe he'd toy his luck.
He thought about helping her-
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
His eyes got big as he noticed the Diamond ring on her finger.
A Fucking Diamond.
Just one snatch and he could leave this shifty town forever. This whole state could Jess his ass goodbye.
He was stuck in this fantasy when his core morales started beating the shit out of eachother
"She's frail, small and helpless."
The voice of an old friend of his, from when he was young, was always the override button in his head.
"It's Dog eat Dog out there,Jerry."
He knew what he was to do now.
He walked up to her
"Do you need any help?" He asked with a smile, Reveling a few missing teeth here and there, Constant reminders of the countless fights he'd been in. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,541 | 153 | 3 | 447 | 93 | Emily woke up. She shivered in the cold - it was getting into autumn now, and it was more important to save the money than pay for heating. Maria had already left, about an hour ago. She had to work her ass off to provide for the two of them, so Emily rarely saw her in the mornings. She dressed, ate, and half an hour later she was headed to school.
Emily knew how the other students thought of her. They didn't say it out loud any more, but she could see it. Some hated her some were afraid, some just wanted nothing to do with her. Not that she cared. The fact that she didn't care was a result of why they thought that of her, so the fact that they thought it was irrelevant.
There was a dangerously pale, thin girl arriving at about the same time as her. Even someone as socially disconnected as Emily could recognise her, if only for her unique condition. Like Emily, Victoria Romus had been mistreated for things outside her control, though Emily expected that the other girl had been more affected by it. Maybe she saw a kindred spirit in Emily for that; Emily couldn't be sure, though she did know she didn't and couldn't reciprocate that regardless, though she had become quite good at falsifying emotions.
It was then that Emily saw Victoria run a diamond ring across the screen of one harasser's phone. Clever girl. She suspected she'd have done the same, had their positions been swapped. She smiled at Victoria, raising one eyebrow in appreciation. It wasn't real, but it looked the part.
Apparently Emily hadn't been the only one to notice Victoria's ring. One boy, who had apparently come from an even worse background than herself, had approached Victoria and began to speak to her. Perhaps it was unfair to assume the boy's intentions, but, again, had she been in such a bad situation it would have been the first thing on her mind. Still, there was a good chance that something would happen, so Emily stepped to one side and leant against a wall about fifteen feet away, watching the pair as their conversation began. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,542 | 153 | 4 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria had noticed Emily earlier, she was awkward and rather much had a certain reputation in general, she was some what known for being a misfit.
Nodding as she weant by heading into the school, the smell of fresh paint and cleaning products was evident. New year smell, but at least someone had noticed her in a non insulting way.
Victoria was unsure about her, she was not the norm but her reputation was somewhat cold to say the least. Maybe they strangely did have one uniting factor they did not quite fit in.
Looking back she saw someone taller by a good foot, rather slim and dressed like he had jumped into a pile, walked out and managed to just about be vaguely presentable responding cooly, slightly irritated, sure she was not as fast or strong, but not helpless. Her accent was distinctly English though.
"I'm alright thanks... Just because I am like I am. I do not need help everywhere I go."
Relishing her situation was not entirely the best, it was obvious to feel threatened slightly. He was a foot taller, stronger and faster than she was. She needed a distraction maybe a change of direction. ICT corridor was normally busy... She hoped..
"if you wanna help... Maybe you can show me where the new ICT block is. I kinda was not around much last year."
Looking over she spotted Emily a second, was she following her, eyed flashing about a cool grey that tried to hide a degree of nerves caused by the stranger. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,543 | 153 | 5 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks prove for a moment
Where the fuck is that?
This is it,Junks. THINK. GODDAMMIT
YES
Ummm.. It's right over there. I Think." His mind was still stuck on that ring.
His mind didn't give two feting sucks in hell if she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
That pale finger was the only thing keeping him in this shithole Think. How can I touch her hand. What if it's fake?
Fake? That's it! I'll make a fake ring and switch them when she won't notice!
But that was for later. Now he had to make he was stealing a real diamond
"Hey, Do your have any classes with me? I think they gave everyone sheets. I'd hope I'd see you around sometime!
Are you fucking serious, Junks? She looks RICH, capital everything!
He hopes his plan would work to his liking.
Oh his dreams! | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,544 | 153 | 6 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looked over and saw the obvious number that inidcated the coridor she had pretended not to know which one she needed and made a move to back self out of corner pretending to strech her leg.
"Thanks, i been off most last few years, place has changed abit"
Questions, she needed a deocy, knowing her disadvantage maybe insulting off the bat was not the best plan out this situation and played for time pretending to sort out a errant hair from her detailed platt. Damn, this guy, she could have sworn there was something, maybe he was less beat up a few years ago, maybe he had been in some class. it was years and put that thought aside. Picking a few classes, surely he would be taking, they where pretty niche.
"Umm, well maybe if you take Russian 2 and Advanced computers"
Luckily her distraction came in form of her sister jogging in, late having been up too late working on a last minute project for the new term that was due in today, she always left things till the deadline. Noticing her half sister stood by some guy who looked from the back like he had walked out of a hedge that morning. Marilania was in her final year and having to earn a decent grade so she could get onto the aircraft crew course and hopefully a license to fly commercial one day.
"hey Vika! .. yes i should of done it earlier. "
Looking over at the guy she soon could tell from Victorias eyes somthing was up and forwning slightly.
Heading over and hugging her sister, pulling a distraction that she seemed to need, dressed in her normal skirt and fitted top combo that let her exploit her atheltic figure many long hours in the pool had earned her and enough leg to distract some of the idiots but not land her in front of the head for being a temptation.
Smiling seeing Marilania, Maybe might give her least some breathing room.
"Mali!, and i thought you where meant to be the wiser older one. " | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,545 | 153 | 7 | 1,268 | 220 | As she entered the school, Nemo groaned for about the fiftieth time that day. The first day of school was always hell on her back. Her backpack was filled with everything she could ever possibly need for the school year, even though about 75 percent of it would sit in her locker completely untouched. Nemo was carrying her backpack in her arms in front of her, for fear that if she used the straps, the bag's stitches would break. She really liked that backpack; she wasn't in a hurry to ruin it.
She hadn't done much during the summer, but it was a comfortable kind of idleness. She didn't have any responsibility, looming deadlines, or the need to hide her gender. As such, she was dreading the next nine months.
She just knew that she would get fucked up emotionally today. The first day was always a parade of introductions and icebreakers, and she would have to introduce herself using a name that wasn't hers anymore.
Nemo dropped her bag to the ground and leaned her forehead against her locker, sighing. She was being overdramatic. Probably because she had barely slept the night before.
She turned around and ran her hands through her hair, trying to wake up and stop wallowing in sorrow. She got to work dumping all the heavy books and binders into her locker before looking for her first class.
As she passed two girls and a guy, none of whom she recognized, some huge guy roughly bumped her with his shoulder, sending her stumbling awkwardly into the group of strangers.
Nemo immediately jumped back from the people she had just fell into.
"S-sorry! Sorry about that!" She hated how weak and anxious she sounded.
She could hear the shithead who knocked her over laughing in the distance.
Awesome. Great. Perfect start to the year. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,546 | 153 | 8 | 1,113 | 205 | SHE FUCKING RUINED It!
Junks was alright with her abrupt appearance because he managed to reach into her pocket for a split second
Nothing
Well,There was a chance.
"It's alright...I'm Junks.And you are..?"Junks controlled himself and hoped this incident would have been brushed off by his attempt at smalltalk.
But in actuality
He had noticed the pair both had rings and was feeling quite lightheaded, Almost high.
Despite his new obsession he wondered who this stranger was.
He looked at this stranger. No curves, Odd. He didn't question it. They looked girlish and in his days as a homeless kid, You learned not to question people.
Now he was back to his scheming.
How do I get two for the price of one? | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,547 | 153 | 9 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looked over as the person fell over, well she sounded feminine, but there was somthing different about her, quiet? Shy? . It seemed all the misfits where in one place, was this some kind of universe joke?
She was a ghostly pale and unable to walk properly, some misfit, the girl with a reputation for being a ice queen nearby. What was going on... This guy.. The swim team sister...
She fell slightly into her sister who helped her and places a arm round her smaller sister. Her ring seemed to glitter in the light, she had worn it for years, her hands balence get wrong without it, even in the pool, gold never reacted unlike her necklace.
Victoria replied
"il be alright. I ain't a China doll.. Thanks Marlin."
Marinalia frowned slightly standing a good 8 inches tall than her sister, athletic built. Watching the girl, some first day, some idiot laughing, one of thr foot ball team probbly, the jerks could take some getting used to. Might of recognised them in a week when she got used to the new sports facility members.
It was her last year, she was busy with studies, swim practice and all her college applications but she could always seem to find time to look after Victoria. Even when she protested. They both knew it was from kindness not pity.
"some first day. Oh you dropped that. Don, t want to have to pay for a new one on day one."
leaning down slightly to pick up a Id card and handing it back to the unfortunate girl.
She stood 5'5 and though small towered over her 4'9 half sister though both shared almost matching cool grey eyes.
Marinalia looked over to junks and decided that she did not quite trust this new guy yet. She was probbly being judgemental but between the look of being dressed by a hedge, missing teeth, he did not quite tick the boxes for her. Replying cooly, but without offense in a stronger English accent.
"my sister will be OK, thanks for offering." | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,548 | 153 | 10 | 1,113 | 205 | "Are you sure? I mean I wouldn't mind..
Taking that ring off your hand..
Great, He would have to start from square one with his plan.
I..I best be going. He smiled his signature holey smile and began to walkway.
How? How do I get those rings? | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,549 | 153 | 11 | 1,268 | 220 | Thankfully, none of the people Nemo interrupted seemed to be angry at her. One of the girls even handed her her ID. She hadn't even noticed that she dropped it.
"Thanks. I'm, uh.. I'm Jarod."
She couldn't help the little twinge of discomfort as she said her birth name. She hoped nobody noticed. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,550 | 153 | 12 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria smiled slightly and relaxed as junks seemed to turn and walks away, somthing about that guy had given her a odd feeling and better safe than sorry. Turning back to the girl seeing Marilania hand back the ID, her name, well everyone had different names. Maybe...
"hey, Victoria though quite a few call me Vika."
Swapping the last word her English accent added a surprisingly accurate Russian twist.
She looked round the corridor. Emily's was still there, did she look out for her? Never close to anyone she had become somewhat a enigma at the school. Waving back over to the girl, she hoped at least she realised she noticed her. Thinking on that she was on bus... Though she had a reputation maybe she was not quite the person people made her to be?
Marilanina saw the girl, though the name, she said it quickly, could not quite make it out. Jade, jao..? She looked nervous though, probably a few years younger and maybe have a NG a bad day.
"Marilania Olympus. Though most call me Marlin. Good luck with the new year you lot, I have a team meeting. And I'm late! . See ya sis."
Turning away. She noticed Emily's, she had hered abit about her but also knew she was a out case of sorts, Victoria would be fine. Shouting over to a tall male team mate in a sports jacket with a large fish and name in college script on the back she headed off and started to the pool.
Victoria waved over and turned back slightly intrigued by Emily's and this new girl eyes lingering on the walking away Junks.
"thanks Mali. Least you ain't... Well, abit creepy. Sorry, that guy... Well ya know." | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,551 | 153 | 13 | 1,113 | 205 | Unfortunately. Junks noticed.
"You don't seem like a Jarod. But then again, I don't seem like A Jerome. That's my name, actually. But I've gone by Junks since I was Young.
Guess we both had wrong names, huh?" Junks lowered his guard about his up and coming Diamond heist. Least he could do is be nice to Her after getting pushed around. He had the slightest hint of regret for feeling her pockets.
Slightest.
"Don't you go all softy on me, Junks. She is and will be a target. Use her as a means to gain what you need. Then discard her friendship. Remember it's-"
"-Dog eat Dog." He muttered under his breath. He had taken his old mentors words to heart. There were shallow marks on his back from when he hadn't.
Nevermind that, for now. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,552 | 153 | 14 | 447 | 93 | Emily stepped forwards when Victoria waved to her. It was an unlikely gathering that had assembled, anyway. She'd hardly stick out.
Two cripples, one's sister, a boy who could've just crawled out of a dumpster and a girl called Jarod. Emily believed she knew the explanation for that one, but she decided not to mention it for the time being. Instead, she greeted the group, introducing herself.
"Hey. I'm Emily. Bit of a loose end, and not in a good way, but I think I just found the club for that." Emily said. That was an understatement. Three to one this would be the last time she'd speak to anyone here for a month. People tended not to like those who didn't like them, whether or not that person had any choice in the matter. Still, Emily had become a good actress. She probably had a shot with these people. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,553 | 153 | 15 | 525 | 491 | Michael hopped out of his dad's truck, slinging his pack onto his back with a brisk farewell, and walked quickly and surely onto the campus. He still had some time to kill before classes, and despite the many people arriving and milling about and socializing in groups like that one over there, he wasn't really one who cared. Instead, he headed towards a table that was nice and centrally located with regard to all his classes, sat down with his back next to him, and pulled out a novel to read until class. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,554 | 153 | 16 | 1,855 | 764 | Marilania grabbed her new schedules and the years team jacket before heading to the main area to sort out her diary. Finding it busy she saw someone younger sat alone at a bench who looked harmless ernough, bit emotional ish maybe but hey, free seat was a free seat.
"hey. Hope you Don t mind. Just sorting my secdule. Won, t be long."
Sure she was intruding abit, but she was the blonde sports team girl, usually it was ernough to push things a a little. Smiling slightly she Sat down putting down a jacket with a large fish graphic, college style lettering and" Marlin" In Pink lettering.
Sitting down and putting dates and times into her diary for the r the coming year, times and a few too many highlighter colours and finishing up.
"thanks for thr bench. Good book?"
She was making some random small talk, it was abit of a decoy, just to fill time and such, she always had stuck to small but tight circle of friends.
....
Victoria looked round the group, lose ends for sure. Most of em had least one obvious or known problem.
"lose ends... Broken maybe. Well long as you Don t call me Elsa. Victoria Romus."
She shrugged slightly, there was no point hiding it. It was impossible and she might as well be honest about it, they said it behind her back or in front of it regardless.
Noticing Jared. She. Well yes there was maybe somthing but it was a tad rude to ask. She seemed nervous ernough as it was. Sure she was crippled not deaf. Responding cooly to junks.
"leave people be, I did not question your teeth or other things" | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,555 | 153 | 17 | 1,113 | 205 | At the mention of his horrible dental situatio like anyone else would've done, He felt his teeth with his tongue. Is it really that bad? he had lost many through countless times of getting the shit end of the stick in life and he was not used to being called out for such.
you just had to bring they up? Hadn't you, it was just nagging you, Wasn't it?
You don't know what I've done, what I've been though. I don't know how you got all dented up and on crutches. Do I? it don't bother me. Look Else. How about you just...
Let it go." Truth be told. He was never really self conscious about histeeth. He had seen worse, Chewing Tobacco folk he'd seen around. Luckily for him he'd somehow managed to escape his junkie years with atleast some of his teeth.
But despite that. Everything changed. He would feel no regret from from this day forward about stealing that ring, No more guilt of considering the thought. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,556 | 153 | 18 | 525 | 491 | Michael looked up briefly when the other girl sat town to sort her schedule. "No problem." He responded, sizing her up in about half a second. Sports girl...usually a bit shallow, but a hell of a lot nicer to hang out with than the guy version. Even still, predictions he may make, but it's a bit premature to assume them to be true...he'd just be unsurprised later if they were. Then the obvious book question...hmm, plus one point. "Quite. Ender's Game." He said with the appropriate degree of friendliness, holding the book up for a moment to show the cover. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,557 | 153 | 19 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria was expecting the bad joke, how many times had she here that one, did she wanna make a snow man too, maybe some bad joke about being a cripple. It was a cutting remark but he was somewhat a jerk too.
"no, maybe you not question strangers names though. And I spent over a year in hospital, I'd not exactly recommend it."
"and no. I Don,t wanna make a snow man..."
He looked somewhat.... He was probbly about right age if you took away the sheer battered state he was in, replace a tooth,... He might have been in her year? She had vanished years ago, no wonder she could not remember that.
...
Marinalia smiled slightly, she knew she had a advantage at times and was in good shape, least he was being pleasent, books well she read abit but training and lessons kept her too busy to ever be a book worm.
"thanks, bit of a Outlander girl. Fit Men n kilts help. Well when I get time anyway. Training is pretty intense and I got finals this year"
Throwing her jacket on, she, had worked hard to earn her place on the team after being stabbed, months to get her fitness and times back, and more after this to bring back to a peak edge. Maybe the kilts bit was abit much but she did not care too much.
Maybe she should check on Victoria before class started but she seemed to have it handled now. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,558 | 153 | 20 | 1,268 | 220 | Nemo smiled at Junks's remark about her birth name. It was pretty validating to hear that someone else thought it wasn't right for her.
"Heh, yeah I guess. Junks is a pretty cool name."
She waved when Emily showed up and introduced herself. Before she knew it, Junks and Victoria started trading barbs. Feeling uncomfortable, Nemo shrunk into herself a little and looked away awkwardly. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,559 | 153 | 21 | 1,855 | 764 | Mistake post. I tried to edit and it messed up.
Please ignore. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,560 | 153 | 22 | 525 | 491 | Michael nodded amiably, returning his book to its being read position. "I'm not familiar with those. Aren't finals every year though?" He added that last almost as a musing to himself, then appeared to think nothing of it as he checked his watch to see how close classes were. Habits of being in the classroom at the first bell didn't form themselves, after all. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,561 | 153 | 23 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks made a "Hmph" noise and walked away. He figured class wasn't teo far off and he was deadly worried (Or deathly hoping) That she would be in his class. His fantasies were already playing out in his head about what he'd.dope with that Diamond ring money. Honestly there was a giant gap between "Snatching the ring" and "Buying a House." I guess there was that same kind of gap in all if Junks ideas and memories.
Like his name. He didn't remember the storydidt his friends would've told you for a gram of something good. Junks crashed and was laying there, Whatever he had was harder than he expected. And there he was, In that coma-like state, when some older asshole remarked "Aw, look at him, A little Junks." Junks was 14. Before that he was homeless, yes. But after he took up drugs he entered the modern Junks era. Rugged beyond belief. Although he had kicked the habit, It still haunted him like a specter.
If only she knew how I got that name.
Or if I even did. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,562 | 153 | 24 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria watched as junks turned away and realised she better get heading off to her first classes. Gah well extra minute or two if she wanted be on time with everyone else. She turned mostly to address Jared, kinda realising they had scared her.
"umm.. Sorry. Too many people class me as helpless... Gets annoying. Everyone thinks I'm some kinda China doll it seems. "
Turning and waving before heading off to advanced ICT, slightly bugged by a few younger students remarks which earned her managing to "by mistake" use their foot as a walking stick pad.
....
Marilania realised the time on her phone, somewhat embellished with aftet market case from a popular tv show. Damn, she be late if she not go, was on the opposite wing of campus and their always was a queue on the stairs of the block.
"Scotland, Highlands, bit of fun. Oh final finals. Need a good grade for the team scholarship program. Gotta run. Well swim. I'd be at class alot faster if this was Atlantis."
He seemed harmless at least, but of a book worm. Alot of a book worm. Meh. She may never see him again, you can at least be social.
Smiling slightly and starting to head off, joining the mass headed to the star blocks up ignoring whistles from some of foot ball guys.
"frag you guys. We won more trophies last year!" | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,563 | 153 | 25 | 1,113 | 205 | The first bell rang, telling all the students that they had five minutes to get to their respecrivw classes. Some were just making their way at this point whiilw others were sitting there in class for a good five minutes beforehand. Junks was somewhere inbetween. Sure completing High School with semi respectable grades, This diamond could be a legitimate clause for Junks skipping his first class of this day and he could have his chance at a fortune he was sure of the result being of his heist. He hadn't thought it through fully. It's a common story that both sides pull ammunition from. "Substance abuse kills your mind." and "No it doesn't."Junks was a ear example of the first. His mind failed to notice the gigantic holes in his plan and even acknowledge them. The first hole in his an was when he realized that she was in an advanced OCT class. Even Junks kmew his limits for hiding. His plan had a sudden breakthrough however, when he realized they shared the lunch (The entire school with them.)
That's when he would do it.
He barely paid attention for that first class he was so excited. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,564 | 153 | 26 | 447 | 93 | Emily turned her head slightly when the Elsa comment came up. Apparently, people never change. Give them one chance to attack something, simply for being different to their percieved ideals, and they attack it, physically or otherwise. As for herself, it wouldn't help her in any way to do so, so why would she?
Besides, though she couldn't empathise with people, she could agree with them, and Emily definitely agreed with the way Victoria handled these problems. Small victories, perhaps even petty, but what better word is there to describe how Victoria was treated?
Emily guessed it was probably suitable to talk to the quiet girl for a moment, more following Victoria's lead than anything else. "Jarod, hmm? Abnormal, to put it one way, but, like I said, I'm hardly in a position to judge. And, if I had to guess, I think we're in the same grade, so we might end up quite well acquainted. Unfortunately, though, it sounds like we've both got places to be. See you at lunch?"
After waiting for a moment to hear Jarod's answer, Emily would head off to her lesson. She did genuinely want to meet the other girl again, if only out of curiosity. She also wanted to keep an eye on Victoria and Junks, to see if she'd guessed right about him and the ring. It would be an interesting lunch. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,565 | 153 | 27 | 1,268 | 220 | Nemo smiled at Emily, "Yeah, see you."
Between the time she left Emily and Victoria, her vaguely positive mood had disappeared as she remembered that she would have to deal with boring classes, annoying people, and not being asleep until the brief respite of lunch.
She dropped into her seat in her first class and took out her notebook. During class, she mostly ignored what the teacher was saying, figuring it was just the typical first-day spiel. By the end of class, her notebook page was entirely covered with doodles of anime characters. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,566 | 153 | 28 | 525 | 491 | As the bell rung, Michael had already slid his book back into his back and charged off in the direction of class with a quick bye in the sports girl's direction. His first class was right nearby, so he made sure he was opening the door as the closing chimes rang through the school. Sitting down, he proceeded to comport himself in his usual impressive manner...he could leave reading his book in class for English class or something he didn't actually have to learn anything for. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,567 | 153 | 29 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria easily handled the ICT class, coding was something she had already learnt most of the basics and things just fell into place, ahead of some of the others she had time to think and decided to check her old year book pictures on the schools computer system.
Hmm... Maybe that name.. Jerome might ring a bell if she saw a old picture.
Finding nothing as she had to soon head off to Russian, though he seemed her year, it was slightly bugging not to be able to place a name. Russian went well ernough, modern Grammar vs old Grammar, boring but she has always excelled at the speaking rather than technical grammar side.
Slowly walking to the English corridor, there was a easier set of stairs to take but a longer route so she headed to English via the quieter way, mostly a haunt off quiet spots for couples and people who wanted to evade some of the crowds. One applied. The other was not so likely, maybe college... Elsa. Damned frozen movie...
Standing about, she looked round for someone she knew waiting for class to start, English. Too subjective even if they now chose better books that earlier grades.
Strangely. Jarod, Emily, they treated her better than junks, hmmm. She probbly have to try and catch up with them at lunch. Plus that guy creeped her out abit.
(If needed add on...)
, with English over she began her slow walk, was there any kind other for her now? Heading to the lunch area, it was always problematic and stuck to somthing she could carry one handed.
Always asking for help to carry a tray was embarrassing. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,568 | 153 | 30 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks was inpatient. He had been thinking of his plan for what seemed like ages. Sitting there through three boring first day classes.
He would get that Ring.
He would have to.
He realized how stupid his switching idea really was and deemed tbr best course of action was simply grabbing it. He was largely unknown to the school and most of the world. He figured he could find a fence if he tried hard enough.
Or he could simply just disappear.
He smiled about this. Leaving Maverick. This horrible old city that had fucked him over so much. Leaving this country. Living somewhere beautiful. He would leave all this in the past.
The bell rang for lunch.
Junks had never smiled so wide in his life. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,569 | 153 | 31 | 1,268 | 220 | Nemo let out a sigh of relief when the lunch bell rang. Three classes, three nearly identical introductions, three notebook pages full of doodles. She picked up her bag and turned towards the door quick enough to notice a group of boys looking at her and snickering. Rolling her eyes, she left for lunch.
The cafeteria was crowded, so Nemo stayed near the edge of the room, holding her bag close to her chest. She scanned the room for either familiar faces or tables with some empty space. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,570 | 153 | 32 | 1,659 | 669 | It was the first day of school.
And Greggory was running late.
His dad was at work early in the morning, and with his brother staying at a friends Greggory had no secondary line of defense when his alarm clock failed him. When he did awake, it was in a bolt, as he quickly and awkwardly scrambled to get ready for school.
Luck would have it that Greggory moved rather quickly when rushed, and despite a few simple mistakes, such as a forgotten pencil and a few moments where he stood still doing nothing trying to sort out his thoughts, he actually managed to arrive at school in the nick of time. Mind he was exhausted as he ran into his first class of the day. But aside from having to catch his breath he faired as well to be expected once class began.
The next two classes as well were quite easy. That could of course be due to how little attention Greggory found himself devoting to the classes in question. Not that he wasn't interested, but he simply could not find himself caring about it. When the lunch bell rang Greggory was off, ready to get some food inside him, though that required navigating the harsh crowds. Hanging to the side of the hall to avoid bumping shoulders with too many people Greggory in time made his way to the cafeteria, and after retrieving a tray and receiving the days meal made his way to a nice empty table in the corner of the room, far from other people.
Of course, the table wouldn't remain empty long, but Greggory could hope he thought as he began his meal. | Name: Greggory Arthur Wick
Alliases: Gregg
Age: 17
Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.
Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.
History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.
Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk. |
5,571 | 153 | 33 | 447 | 93 | Classes on the first day of school always seemed a waste of time to Emily. The point of school in general was to prepare for a test that would largely determine the rest of their lives. The teachers were there to assist in that venture. So, in their assistance, they wanted to spend 20 minutes talking about the rules every class had every year anyway? Bullshit.
Still, the lessons themselves were okay. Math was always something that just clicked with Emily. Biology less so, but she'd always worked hard and as long as she did so, it didn't bother her too much. Geography, on the other hand, was annoying. There was never a specific answer, and even when it was clear, it was long-winded and tedious.
Glad it was over, Emily headed out of class for lunch. Stepping into the queue, she took her meal and watched the room, looking for anything interesting. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,572 | 153 | 34 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria hated one thing about lunch. No one thought about it until you had one arm having to help you walk. A tray... You balence it and risk losing lunch. You buy a meal that's one handed but miss out on cooked food half thr timr, or you have to be embarrassed and ask for help.
In summer it was less busy, easier to balence oene handed and this was packed tigh.t. First few weeks, and winter where the worst. Balence was out, she had already lost her lunch a few times too.
Queuing up, and getting help from one of the staff Victoria Sat down on a free table looking out for a friendly face, or someone she knew. Pretty normal food though thr desert was overly sweet for most, she loved it.
Victoria was slightly embarrassed to ask, but she had to admit carrying a tray one handed across a jostling dining hall was a fools errand. Staff would help, her medical plan made sure of it, but still it made the obvious difference so stark between her and others.
Not that her 4'9 he height, skin so white she could probbly blend into snow was not obvious at all. Least she had manged to keep her blonde hair and grey eyes... Being a living ghost would be even worse. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,573 | 153 | 35 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks hadn't got his food. It was free due to his utter poorness but he was hungry for one thing today.
The money.
He stared at her from across the cafeteria. He stood in one corner, trying to figure a way to get that ring. He would have to jump her, he supposed. Didn't matter. He had jumped a lot of people in his day. And for the countless thousands he would get? Anything is worth that!
He studied her. Waiting for the right time. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,574 | 153 | 36 | 525 | 491 | Michael went through his first three classes relatively uneventfully, learning the expectations and intros of each one and committing them to memory, and picking seats close to the door. He marked a few people in them as just being notably noted, but naturally, none of them stood out as particularly interesting as of yet. To be expected...the interesting people weren't likely to stand out while silently attending class, unless of course you were Michael himself. As the bell rang for lunch, he picked up his lunchbox from his locker and microwaved himself a ham and cheese sandwich, saving his apple for after school, before assuming a seat at a mostly empty table diagonally opposite an older kid. Ignoring the other apart from an initial glance, he pulls out his book again and resumes reading while he eats his lunch, taking a moment out every few moments to glance around the cafeteria at the other students. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,575 | 153 | 37 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looked over at nearby table and decided to swap over, better than eating on her own moving the tray over awkwardly one handed and noticing the older one she did recognise out her year, not seen him in a while.
Placing thr last item over Victoria psat back down leaning the stick against her leg and leaving back resting on arm near her elbiw safer, not too heavy, most her stuff was in locker.
"Oh hey. I'm sure your in my year? Victoria Romus? I seem to remember you from... Maybe English... I dunno, the book sent me half asleep."
Noticing the younger one, year or two maybe. Engrossed in a book and quietly hiding on the edge of the dining hall. Least this was out of the way of the main traffic going two and throw about the school.
"hope you Don, t mind, needed some company. Had a intresting morning..."
Her eyes caught a taller guy, black clothes in a corner a second. Grey eyes flashing ice cold a second just scanning the room. It was Elsa guy, great. Also noticing Emily's in the queue for food, Gah, be quicker to maybe take a packed lunch it seemed. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,576 | 153 | 38 | 1,113 | 205 | Now he had realized she had seen him he began his plan. He had a little switchblade. He always had one. He would essentially mug her, and use the commotion and chaos as a way to escape.
Fuck this school. he was completely ready to leave this whole state.
He came over to her. "Can we talk? I want to apologize for before." | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,577 | 153 | 39 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looked up the guy who had insulted her earlier and gave him a cold look, not very quick to forgive for being called Elsa.
"Apologise? You finaly relised that I might have got sick of that comment?"
Standing up slightly unsteadily unsupported but wanting to show a little spirit and not be seen to be a coward.
"if you wanna insult me though, just please leave now... Ive here em all, Elsa, ghost, snowy, you wanna make a snow man, and more beside."
Trying to sound firm but not full on ice queen, this guy was maybe meaning well but she did not quite trust him to a degree to wanna walk off anywhere. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,578 | 153 | 40 | 1,113 | 205 | Hunks smiled that near empty smile that Victoria so insulted him by and stared into her eyes.
"I didn't come here to insult you. I came here to talk..."
He pulled the little blade out so that it was only visible to Her.
"I want that ring of yours, and if you don't hand it over. I'll have to force it off you."
Remorse.
Remorse?
Are you Fucking kidding me, Junks? You're feeling a bit remorseful?
This bitch has the key to your happiness on her finger and you're hesitating? | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,579 | 153 | 41 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria looks shocked seeing the blade eyes flashing scared then ice cold and trying to hold her nerve rather unsteady as nothing to support her and reaching back to try and find the table edge so she can stand
Very quietly to junks, accent going distinctly icey much like her fathers.
"it's a laser etched. Conflict zones. Anyway how you gonna sell it.. You.. This..
Leave and il forget... Please... My grandmothers."
Her nerves where getting the better of her, despite all her fathers teaching and time she had spent with him at summers she did not have his icey bearing that endeavored calm in any situation however bad the storms or icey the season.
In all the years she, s worn it she had never had this kinda trouble, jesus, her icey calm was cracking. Hoping fate would intervene she looked a second to see if anyone was near.
the diamond was originally from africa, a particular area and once prosperous now war torn, it predated the war by almost a century but had to have a laser serial code to separate it from its blood diamond kin. Diamonds where eternal. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,580 | 153 | 42 | 447 | 93 | Emily had finally got to the front of the queue when she spotted Junks and Victoria. As she took her food, she couldn't help noticing that, based on the way they'd spoken to each other before, they clearly weren't close. Well, except physically, and that was the strange part. Not that a couple would act that way in a place so public anyway, whether or not they felt that way, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that it was strange, and if it was strange, something was bound to happen.
Emily was approaching the pair, her meal in one hand, when she saw the way Junks held himself. When she saw the sliver of metal gripped in his hand. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she could remember that ring, and the way the boy had looked at it.
Oh shit. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,581 | 153 | 43 | 1,113 | 205 | "So? Does it look like I care? That diamond is my ticket out of here and there's no way in hell I'm backing out. Give it here." He still felt that slight guilt because He was mugging a cripple. Then he gripped his knife tighter. He would not stand down. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,582 | 153 | 44 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria relised he meant it. The diamond was with money but he'd never get more than a fataction of its value. No pawn shop would belive he was the owner. Surely.
Her cool was cracking and she fell back sightly leaning on the desk for support, her leg giving out at the wrong time and reached to loosen the ring, it was valuable to her but not worth dieing over.
"fine... But Il make sure you get years for this... You will pay. Your just as you look. Scum. My father might remove a few more teeth."
What would anyone say, a hobo robbing a crippled young woman in a school, she had the number memorised, thr gem could be reported, and the way to contact her father, she had those to memory just in case.
She looked round eyes flashing scared looking for help.
j | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,583 | 153 | 45 | 1,268 | 220 | Nemo looked around and noticed Emily. Coming over to her, she noticed that something was wrong about the situation.
"Hey- Is something up?"
She noticed Victoria looking around with a scared expression. Nemo didn't even think about what the circumstances might be; she just approached the other girl.
"You alright?" | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,584 | 153 | 46 | 1,659 | 669 | Greggory was taking a long gulp from his drink, contemplating a video game he had been playing the last few days, when he saw the two figures standing by one another. They were an interesting pair to say the least, one was a fairly upstanding looking girl, was she reaching for the table? Maybe she had trouble standing.
The other one looked like some trash. Oi! Greggory corrected himself, don't be rude, you bloody bigot. he thought, as he sized up the boys stance. Was he holding something?...
Oh. OH. What was to be done? Hmm, ahh, err.
"Hey, what's going on?!" Greggory shouts over the din of the other students. Not sure if he was heard, Greggory pushed back his tray, stood up and started marching towards the encounter. He's going to stab me. I'm going to get stabbed. If I get stabbed, than she won't. S**t. Okay. he thought, and half mumbled to himself, as he strode closer to the pair, hoping that he wasn't about to get stabbed. | Name: Greggory Arthur Wick
Alliases: Gregg
Age: 17
Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.
Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.
History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.
Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk. |
5,585 | 153 | 47 | 447 | 93 | Emily turned to Jarod, the girl from before, and began to speak, trying to make it appear as though she was oblivious to what was happening closeby.
"Yes, something is up, and yes, I'm alright, though for how much longer I can't be sure." Emily's voice was tense, with good reason. "Don't make it obvious, just take a look at Junks. His hand. See that? Now take a guess at his financial situation, and consider that Victoria is wearing a presumably very valuable diamond ring. What do you think, then, that Junks is holding? We're not safe here, Victoria especially."
What could she do? Running seemed the safest option, but the idea hurt her pride. Equally, though, she could hardly take on someone with a knife alone. And warning the rest of the room would be almost impossible to do quietly. On the other hand... that could work.
"Hold this," she said, passing Jarod her lunch.
Emily started humming a P!nk song as she moved towards Victoria and Junks. Some jerk from the sports crowd was headed to a seat close to the pair. When she was just a few feet from all three, she sung under her breath "Na na na na, na na na, I'm gonna start a fight", then punched the jock square in the face. She wasn't an experienced fighter, but he'd been so taken by surprise that he stumbled and fell over, crashing into Junks and Victoria on the way down.
Then, the room exploded with action. | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,586 | 153 | 48 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks say the flying sucker punch and saw the insuring riot as followed as a way to get that ring. "Bye, Love!" and with that he ran. That boy could run. He ran towards that boy trying to be some peacekeeper PR some shit and gave him a deep stab in the stomach. He didn't want to kill the fucker, Just wound him.
dog eat dog. Yeah,Junks. Dog eat dog, He left the blade in Greggg's stomach AMD kept his great sprint was cut short by the great wall of students pummeling the shit out of eachother. He kept trying to fight his way through thr mob. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,587 | 153 | 49 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria felt the harsh grab and painful yank falling over heavily and trying to get up reaching for anything she could reach grabbing her bag with some Russian pepper spray... Her father had insisted she had it. Nastier than the American stuff, and maybe not entirely legal... Victoria had never asked.
Shouting out to anyone who could hear knocked to ground stunned.
"help! Please... The hobo in black. Robbed me..." .
"please... Someone..."
"fuck you will pay for that junks"
She was stuck down, reaching up to grab the table. The chair anything to help with the pepper spray hidden up her sleeve. She had to get up though began to feel the effect of being ramped to the floor and probbly a good bruise or two.
Reaching up and aiming the pepper spray squarely and junks ugly face and let lose a solid burst of the caustic spray at his face. It was gonna hurt like hell for him closing her eyes and turning head away as it fired like her father taught her.
"pay back." | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,588 | 153 | 50 | 1,659 | 669 | As Greggory approached he saw a girl punch one of the more dunderheaded types in the face, and then the mugger was running towards him and...
Oh
Ow.
Falling to the ground, Greggory takes a few deep breathes as he experiences the sensation of a foreign piece of metal inside of him. Then he makes note of the beginnings of a proper fight breaking out near him, and with great effort dragged himself towards a nearby table, conveniently empty, and pulled himself under it, grimacing as the knife moves about with him as he contorts into position.
Then Greggory looked down. Yep. That is indeed the handle of a knife. No mistaking it nosireebob.
And the red around it? Greggory held back the urge to puke when he saw the sight of his own blood. Perhaps it was best he just kept that where it was...
"She better be alright." Greggory said to himself as he moved a hand down in an attempt to push down on the wound. The attempt did not last long, as the moment he placed his hand over the wound he pulled it away, wincing in pain. "She better be really f**king alright" He quietly shouted to himself, continuing almost in an effort to forget the pain, "She better be so f**king alright, about to be named queen of the lunch room, f**king perfect, f**k!" He stammers.
Looking down at the handle of the knife, Greggory really hoped that someone would break up the fight, and more so that someone would notice him. He really didn't want to have to pull himself out from under the table. Though, he didn't really want someone else to have to pull him out either now that he thought about it... | Name: Greggory Arthur Wick
Alliases: Gregg
Age: 17
Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.
Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.
History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.
Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk. |
5,589 | 153 | 51 | 1,113 | 205 | Junks eyes burned as the spray hit him. He was screaming in pain and tumbling around the floor.
"You bitch!" He was flailing in his blindness. Hoping to reach her. Pull her down. Fuck her! He wanted to pull her down and make her been more crippled. He was still struggling. | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,590 | 153 | 52 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria tried to grab the ring back holding the pepper spray in her second hand, she had been forced to be sprayed when she was taught to use it and knew exactly how much it hurt. And how it worked.
"your a ass hole who robbed a cripple."
Struggling to get up she saw the brawl would soon attract security staff, she just had to get the ring back.
Not having seen Grgg get stabbed she saw blood on floor and Victoria panicked slightly. Oh god. Was it him, he was near, it could have been her. Looking round she shouted out trying to get him help.
Sprayinf a burst of fire pepper spray at soneone who nearly trod on her she desperately hoped that this riot would end before anyone else got badly hurt.
"medic! Stabbed... Someone hurt!" | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,591 | 153 | 53 | 447 | 93 | The short version was "it worked".
The long version was that now someone had been stabbed, no doubt there were plenty of minor injuries going around as well, and Emily didn't want to know what was happening to Junks right now. It sounded painful.
Perhaps it was fair, then, for Emily to prefer the short version.
In any case, none of that was really her problem. What was her problem? Her knuckles hurt and she couldn't find the girl who had her lunch. What was her solution? Get annoyed and get even more annoyed.
On the other hand, the aforementioned someone was lying under a table with a knife in his stomach. Did he need help? Probably not. Security would be here soon, and then he'd be patched up. Besides, there were dozens of people here. If it was that bad, one of them could help him. Emily had more important things on her mind.
"Jarod! Jarod!" Emily called out for the smaller girl, but her voice was lost among the riot. "Damn it, Jarod, you have my food!" | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,592 | 153 | 54 | 1,268 | 220 | The entire situation burst into chaos in a second as Emily handed Nemo her lunch and punched a guy in the face. Only after the knife had been embedded in a stranger's stomach did she notice that Junks had been holding one.
Fuck.
In a heartbeat, the one first aid class Nemo had taken came back to her and her body was rushing forward before her brain could catch up. She set Emily's lunch down on the nearest table and kneeled down under the table next to th einjured person.
"Okay, I know what to do. I'm gonna make sure you don't bleed out before Security gets here, alright?" | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,593 | 153 | 55 | 1,113 | 205 | Suddenly the cafeteria exploded into pure nothingness. Black and void. Things became apparent that something was wrong. Junks was beginning to regain his vision then Andre could've sworn he'd seen his parents flash before his irritated eyes. A sound of thunder collapsing into itself came and all those who were in the little portion of earth were taken so, so, very far away.
And bright redness, Like a thousand suns burst through the darkness.
The ground was hot and the air burned your lungs. Most students had died in the cataclysmic event. Most.
6 survivors. That's all. They were trapped in piles of dead students. Junks scampered out and looked around. His eyes stung horribly and his vision was blurry but he could make out a sign.
Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here.
Welcome to Hell.
10/8/2017 | It'll always be open. Just hope this progresses some in a month.
Name your dog Askim. You'll thank me later. |
5,594 | 153 | 56 | 1,659 | 669 | At least the floor was cold. It was a pleasant counter to the throbbing heat in his gullet. Those were among Greggory's final thoughts before everything went black. He didn't even have time to respond to what would have been his heroes statement before he felt his everything become nothing.
It was dark. Was he falling? Greggory certainly hoped not, falling to death with a knife in his gut was most certainly not his preferred method of exiting the world.
Then again, the void brought up the easy question of if he was in fact dying or dead already? True be told, Greggory had expected it to be a slower, gentler process, not a sudden cut to black void and gut tearing emptiness.
Then it was much less cold. In fact, it was quite the opposite. And then Greggory regained his sense of smell, and it was quite foul. Thick, nauseating, and with a tint of metal. Something quite heavy was up top of him, and with some effort Greggory managed to push the weight off of him, only for it to roll down the hill he appeared to be on. Holding onto his still bleeding gut Greggory blinks his eyes a few times, trying to bring the landscape into focus.
That was when he noticed what he was on top of, and what was on top of him.
Greggory was now the top of a pile of bodies, most of which were broken and twisted, with limbs at inhuman angles and the great heat already bringing the once living flesh to a sizzle. It was then that bile was added to the mix, as Greggory couldn't hold back his disgust. Noting the blood mixed with his puke, and holding back the urge to hurl again, Greggory noted further the environment that he was now in.
Of course it was stupidly hot, that much was apparent. Greggory noted the red stone at the base of the corpse hill, and the jagged environment which hid from sight the horizon. Fire danced up between the rocks, granting illumination to the area, which allowed Greggory to see that there were several other corpse piles, all the them made up of the classmates Greggory had yet to meet. One figure was standing though, that brigand from before stood, and gazed at a wooden sign.
Not able to make it out, Greggory quickly reached around the nearby bodies, quickly finding and placing on his glasses, though grimacing again at the feeling of pain in his stomach. Gritting his teeth Greggory gripped the handle of the knife, which he quickly let go of, realizing how hot it was. Locking his jaw, Greggory tightly gripped the metal knife, and in one painful motion pulled it out, before letting out a scream of pain.
With blood now making an attempt to escape his body Greggory awkwardly pulled off his soiled shirt and, with no better plan, pressed the flat of the warming knife against the wound. It was at this moment that a near constant stream of cusses left Greggory's lips, most of them f**k or some variation there off. | Name: Greggory Arthur Wick
Alliases: Gregg
Age: 17
Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.
Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.
History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.
Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk. |
5,595 | 153 | 57 | 525 | 491 | Michael had stayed in his seat when the other table fellow had gone toward the altercation. He had looked up and sized up the situation in a somewhat similar fashion, and was considering moving toward the exit to head the brigand off when someone else started a fight...probably not the greatest of ideas, and it was at that point where Michael leaned back in his seat and took a bite of his sandwich, carefully watching the fun. Then someone got stabbed and the whole place became hell.
Well then.
Michael guessed that this meant lunch break wouldn't be ending any time soon. He picked his book back up and resumed reading it, though he kept an eye on the other survivors. At least his corner was relatively devoid of dead bodies...it would be more comfortable without the supheric air though. | Name: Michael Forester
Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.
Height: 5 feet, ten inches.
Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.
Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.
History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog. |
5,596 | 153 | 58 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria woke up, her head was spinning from the effects and old nightmares she had almost forgotten about, old wounds and doubts seemed to have woken up and she looked up seeing red, smoke and coughing slightly at shock of the air. Feelings she had forgotten conflicted and collided, confused and scared she looked round.
Eyes still adjusting to the light she instinctively reached for the stick and lacing down to help her up felt it squish into something that was not stone, it was in that moment she saw the carpet of bodies lieing about the area, dozens of dead. Only then did Victoria notice the sign, "welcome to hell"
Hell, she had been crippled, spent a over a year in hospital And had to put up with high school, now hell. did the universe hate her. Looing round seeing a few people alive as the smell and sight disgusted her to the very soul, holding back the urge to collapse and totally give in.
"Anyone? how did we even survive?" | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
5,597 | 153 | 59 | 447 | 93 | Emily swore under her breath as she fell into the infinite abyss. Apparently, she should have taken the chance to eat lunch when she had it.
Maybe more to the point, this was weird. She'd been on very solid ground moments ago, and now she was here. "Here" in this case just meaning wherever she was, as there was no way to figure out any kind of direction or orientation. She couldn't even be certain she was falling, though she was definitely moving. Just not necessarily downwards, if downwards existed here.
In any case, the falling and the blackness didn't last long, though the weirdness stubbornly persisted. The weirdness this time being very unpleasant heat and lots of dead people. Some of whom were on top of Emily. There was other people's blood dripping onto her, as well. That was disgusting.
Having worked her way out the pile of corpses, Emily proceded to approach Victoria, saying "Not a clue. Honestly, I think we were just lucky, though that might be the wrong word for it." | Name: Emily Melissa Karn
Aliases: Emily has no real nicknames. Certain particularly helpful people from a few years ago called her "Freak".
Age: 15
Powers/abilities: Emily can quickly make a series of incredibly accurate predictions despite the almost impossible calculations required with so many variables. This allows her to be more proactive, rather than reactive, in combat, as she can make more and more reliable predictions as her ability grows (if the explanation was unclear, think of the ability Sherlock demonstrates in several combat scenes in the Sherlock Holmes movies, in which time stops while Sherlock describes how he will fight).
Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Emily has light hair and light eyes, the former being blonde and the latter blue. She is quite thin and lightly built, though not unhealthily so. Typically, she'll be dressed with her appearance in mind, but more as an afterthought than as a serious consideration. Emily also uses a similar philosophy with her makeup, using some but only a little, and will often have her hair in a high ponytail.
Personality: Emily has a strange psychological issue, believed to be caused by certain hormone glands being damaged either prior to or soon after her birth, which stops her from feeling compassion. She is aware of society's rules and expectations, meaning she knows what she should and shouldn't do, and many make sense to her from a logical perspective. However, she is never motivated by guilt or morality alone; her situation is comparable to that of a nonviolent psychopath.
A large part of the rest of Emily's personality comes from this, sometimes in unexpected ways. For example, she enjoys reading, especially first person, because it allows her to better understand how other people think. She is also very objective when it comes to decision-making, as she can't experience several of the motivations other people can, so logic takes the lead. She has had to gain skill in self-control, or her lack of empathy could lead her to hurt someone.
As for things unrelated to her disability, Emily is naturally very self-confident, independent, and introverted.
History: Emily was the daughter of Joseph Wram and Maria Karn, the former being a horrible, harsh man who Maria divorced while she was six months pregnant with Emily. When she told him of her intentions to do so, he lashed out in anger, striking her in the heads with a vase that caused severe blunt trauma and lacerations, and causing damage to Emily when Maria fell, which lead to her present disability. It didn't take long for Joseph to be arrested and imprisoned, and the divorce to take place.
Growing up was hard for Emily. She had to simultaneously face the difficulties of having a single parent, which lead to relative poverty, and the difficulties caused by her disability, which didn't get diagnosed for a very long time, because Maria could not afford it. Mistreatment by other students for being different eventually lead to a teacher, Mr. Jordan, getting involved, who ended up paying for her to have an examination. The bullies stopped once they found out what caused Emily's behaviour.
This helped Emily come to terms with who she was in the future. She has recieved additional help at school, including advice and therapy. It's almost a shame that Emily will never be able to appreciate it. |
5,598 | 153 | 60 | 1,268 | 220 | Nemo was trying very hard to keep her cool while putting pressure on the stranger's wound to slow the bleeding.
"Shit! No, don't pass out!" She looked around desperately for someone who could help.
In a heartbeat, she saw nothing but red, and felt a strange sense of vertigo. Then, she was being crushed by piles of... something. She couldn't tell. Panicking, she managed to dig herself out and, finally seeing what was trapping her, her heart nearly stopped.
Bodies. Human bodies. Her classmates. Everywhere.
That was the first thing she noticed. The second was the oppressive heat. Nemo struggled to breathe, both from the temperature and the panic.
In a daze, she looked down at herself. She was wearing the same clothes, but they were smeared with fresh blood. The blood of people whose faces she had seen almost every day at school.
She took a step, slipped, and fell, sliding to the bottom of the pile. She wanted to scream, but her throat had closed up and no sound would come out. She just stayed sitting on the ground and hyperventilating, with tears flowing from her eyes.
She hadn't even noticed that she had been crying. | Birth Name: Jarod Zachary Veillon
Alliases: Nemo (she’s transgender and this is her chosen name)
Age: 15
Powers/Abilities TBA
Height: 5’3”
Appearance: Nemo often gets picked on for looking and sounding “too feminine for a boy.” If she revealed that she was actually a girl, though, she would probably just get even more shit. She’s short and thin, with barely any body fat and wide hips. Her face is round and youthful, pale with some freckles. Her black hair is short and usually messy. Her typical outfit consists of a loose-fitting t-shirt, jeans (usually ripped), a jacket about two sizes too big, the same pair of sneakers, and a hat, usually either a beanie or a baseball cap. The only major variation in her attire is the specific t-shirt she’s wearing, often with band logos, slogans, or movie references. It’s hard to tell Nemo’s gender by looking at her; she falls in the exact middle of the scale between masculine and feminine.
Personality: Nemo is a pretty docile person. She’s quiet and laid-back most of the time, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. She won’t initiate a conversation herself, but if someone comes up to her, she’ll be open and friendly. She values privacy, and rarely divulges information about herself outside of interests, hobbies, or favorite bands. You have to be really, really close to her for her to tell you that she’s trans, because she doesn’t want anyone to know just yet. She keeps a lot of secrets, but she is a very genuine person.
If Nemo is a space where she’s comfortable, with people she trusts, her quietness pretty much goes away. She’ll crack jokes, talk excitedly about stuff she likes, and laugh embarrassingly loud. Pretty much, if her laughter starts to sound like hysterical screaming, you know you’ve told a really good joke.
She’s not always so chill, though. She’s under a lot of stress from school, her peers, and gender dysphoria, and sometimes it gets to be too much. When she’s feeling overwhelmed, Nemo gets tense, irritable, and even more defensive than usual. She tends to ignore the onset of these feelings, leading to them growing out of proportion. In the past, this stress has lead to plenty of breakdowns in the past. The only cure for her in this situation is some time for relaxation and a good cry (which is bad, because she hates crying).
History: Nemo’s home life is a closely-kept secret. All most people know is that she lives in a small one-story house in a poor area with her single mother (who rarely ever shows her face around the school). She’s had a rather unremarkable past as a student, mostly known for being “girly” and a few incidents where she cried in class. For years, she has been the person that everyone knows of, but no one actually knows.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
She is Asexual and romantically attracted to women.
She’s an unapologetic emo kid; but the self-aware kind that knows that she’s emo trash and has a sense of humor about it.
Ask her about music; she’ll give you about a million obscure band recommendations.
Her chosen name was not inspired by Finding Nemo, and she will vehemently assert this fact until the day she dies. |
5,599 | 153 | 61 | 1,855 | 764 | Victoria saw the bodies. So many bodies, she did not know many of them being absent alot previously due to ill health but a few stuck painfully remembering and seeing thr bodies piled high.
Sweinf Emily's aproach, she seemed to be holding up far better than most of them
"well we not in kansas any mo..."
The shock soon began hit harder and zoned out, unable to process quite how much death had just happened. Realising her sister was not in the group Victoria and grey eyes quickly filled with tears.
"Mali.... Oh God Mali... Please... Please of not been at lunch."
Seeing thr younger girl fall she saw she was not only one struggling and made her way round to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, functioning purely on shock and adrenaline tears flowing and riality hitting hard in wave after wave.
"hey. We all... Taking it hard.. Come on."
Holding the younger girl into a gentle hug. The blood staining darker patches on mid lengh jacket but it was already bloody, same with her legs. Skirt. Top, the blood just got everywhere. She was uncomfortable, not always a warm person to strangers but the younger girl with the strange name was in a even worse state than she was. | Name:
Marilania (Romus), Olympus (double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Alliases:
Mali, Marlin,
Age:18 ,
in her final year.
Powers/Abilities
(These will be introduced later) (will be done later)
Height:
5’5
Appearance:
fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she is in good shape thanks professional sports, though is working back to her peak times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and hide, unless forced to exposé it in the pool or other scenarios. As a result never wears tops that expose it.
Looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Has distinct English accent, despite having moved about still quite strong.
Often wears skirts and other outfits that do exploit her athletic figure, and similar but teamed with more chunky military style boots, and although hated by some of the more animal rights groups a fur coat that she always claims is fake in the winter.
Personality:
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people.
Very close to her sister and family, but less with others outside a close circle of people.
Moving around alot made her more closed off and channelled her energy and frustrations into sports, her younger years she made very few long term friends as it hurt too much to keep moving on.
History:
First born to Vesarian she was left while her mother was pregnant and raised by Maria for much of her life before heading over to live with her father in term time as the school was better than the local one. Also so she could spend some time with her half sister.
Always pegged as the athlete since she was young she was on the local track team, similar to her sister but a injury changed her direction she would excel. Advised that during in recover she would find it easier on her leg Marilania soon found her skills where in the pool and made the team after a few months training.
Fast forward a few years she managed to win several championships for the school to a country level and attracted eyes of others who were interested in the young woman’s potential.
Her scar was picked up in a mugging gone wrong, a rather sour reminder as it meant she missed one of the largest events, one that as it would turn out was attended by a national scout. Her luck was stuck in a hospital with bandages and watching the video recorded by her team mates.
Academically she is smart, but sucks at languages and favours maths and sciences, wanting to look to a career in flight or aircraft if she can having fallen for it during a flight her mother got for her birthday in a classic vintage fighter aircraft.
Due to her mother moving around alot, she is fairly scared of making too many close friends, she only moved again and hurt more every time and actively misses out on team social events at times.
Anything else?/Trivial facts.
Won multiple awards In the pool and school champion on more that one occasion.
Learning to drive still and already managed to dent her father’s company car which put her in trouble for a few months.
Sisters close now but took a while for that to happen. still slightly resentful of her father. |
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