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55,402 | 1,516 | 1 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Everhart Penthouse -> Constance Billard
Interacting With:
Celine Everhart , Chandler Rockefeller (via Text)
It was six o’clock in the morning. Dull grey light was already filtering in through the blinds of the penthouse’s kitchen windows and dancing across Ambrose’s eyelids from where he’d fallen into a doze at the breakfast bar. His leather jacket still clung to him from last night’s downpour, when he’d been caught on the other side of town from where he’d parked his car and had to slowly, drunkenly trudge back and then – even worse – drive it home. All he could smell was vodka, and all he could taste was someone’s cigarettes that he’d ‘borrowed’ after his own were stolen.
Zero hours sleep. An assembly at Constance Billard that both schools had to attend. Celine couldn’t miss it, couldn’t even be late, but nobody would notice, surely, if Ambrose was conveniently absent. His attendance record was getting shocking recently. If his sister didn’t go in, which was sometimes the case, he didn’t. If she could find her own way there rather than him dropping her off in his Camaro.
She’d kill him for not going in today, though, surely, even if it meant snoozing through the whole thing.
Splashing some water on his face as he passed the sink so as to look not quite so dead, he made his way to Celine’s door and knocked. “You getting up?” Oh, shit. His voice was hoarse, too. He sounded like he was a croaky old man who smoked twenty a day with the flu, and what was possibly razor blades in his throat. “Celly?”
Ambrose opened the door a crack to peer into the darkness of the bedroom. Wiry arms rose up from the heavily-quilted bed just in sight of the doorframe, clutching at the dark air above cluelessly before the lump under the blankets shifted and slowly rose up. Open notebooks shifted from on top of the fabric, some of them tumbling from the bed and onto the floor noiselessly, and any that remained on top were shoved aside by the arms in the end. A sleepy-looking Celine looked around the room with narrowed eyes after clearing off her lap, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she focused on the half-open door.
“Ace? Good morning~...” She purred dreamily, running a hand through her messy hair as her legs kicked the blankets twisted around her waist away.The thin girl stretched slightly, groaning as her head pulsed painfully. Next time, no lightless-late-night-study-sessions. Mentally cursing at her own stupidity she moved slowly to the edge of the bed and rose wearily, one hand closing around the small digital clock on her night stand. After reading the time a few times, her gaze twisted back to her brother, and her head cocked curiously, “why are you awake before me, Acey?” She questioned innocently, a tired, friendly smile filling her face.
Ambrose froze in the position he was in, a deer caught in the headlights. The small smile stuck, tightened. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said in a way that was both perfectly true and a bare-faced lie at the same time. Clearing his throat, he continued dryly, “Maybe I was just too excited for today. Anticipation. Something like that.”
In the half-light, he inspected his hair and the slight curls that had flattened out with grease. He probably would need to shower, if only because someone had spilled their drink on him at the second place he went to – or had they thrown it? Either way, the vest top on underneath had been saturated with some foul-smelling alcohol. “Yeah, anyway. It’s six. I’m gonna get ready – do you want anything for breakfast?”
Celine blinked at his response, then tilted her head and let out a loud, rich laugh. Her free hand fiddled with the knob on her bed-side lamp until its dim light filled some of the room, and after placing down the clock and stretch again she reached for a pillow and threw it at Ambrose with a playful smirk,
”Don’t lie to me, please.” She stepped gracefully towards him, leaning in slightly before baking away with an appalled expression, ”you reek of alcohol! Really, I can’t believe you!” Celine pouted, crossing her arms haughtily before turning on her heels, stepping slowly towards the dresser at the far end of the room. ”Yeah, really, go clean yourself up! I’ll eat anything you make, just make sure you’re all ready by the time I’m done, okay?” Though her voice was tight with anger for her brother’s stupid excursion, a motherly smile could be seen curling on her lips.
After gathering her undergarments from the dresser and then a cute outfit from her closet, she turned to smirk at her twin, gray eyes sparkling with excitement, ”I’ll be done in a few minutes then! Can’t wait to see what you make~!” And then she vanished into the door that was about parallel to where Ace was standing.
Ambrose shrugged and returned to the kitchen, sluggishly removing the ingredients he needed from the fridge and the cupboards. Eggs. Bread. Ketchup – the cheap, off-brand, guilty pleasure kind. At some point, he shrugged off his leather jacket and dumped it in the corner where it couldn’t hurt anyone. Cooking was relaxing. He knew some kids his age had someone to come in to do it – a nanny or something – but his grandma had always ensured he had basic life skills. And, she’d suggested that it was a great way to pick up girls – or at least, it worked for his grandfather.
Thanks, grandma. Ace pulled out the frying pan, and not for the first time thought about how his life had brought him to this place: making french toast with a hangover, and slowly turning green from the smell of the oil.
By the time Celine was done in the shower, the smell of french toast could be found filling the entire penthouse. Her stomach growled furiously, and though no one was around to witness the sound a slight flush stilled flooded her cheeks, and Celine moved briskly over to the sink. Her eyes barely glanced up at the still foggy mirror as she ran a comb through her wet hair, toes curling and uncurling with anticipation as she began to blow dry and finally curl her short hair until she was satisfied with how it felt and fell above her. Eventually, she dressed and after applying some makeup stepped back out into her still-dark room.
She moved towards the drapes that had done a good job of keeping the morning-light from waking her, pulling them aside with delicate hands slowly. Instantly, rainy half-light streamed into the room, only being semi-blotted out by the other high-rise buildings that surrounded the Everhart penthouse. Celine stared out at the view lazily, hands tightening around the black drapes in her hand before she finally took a step back and turned. Her gray eyes scanned the large, tidy room before her, and quickly connected with the messy notebooks that she had flung aside earlier. Celine drifted towards them noiselessly, piling the notebooks up neatly on her nightstand before reaching under the bed to grab her usual backpack. After filling the bag with the notebooks and a spare novel to read later she finally headed for the exit, and a smile graced her face as the soft sound of music began to play in the distance.
Exiting the room quietly, Celine tilted her head slightly to try and figure out what her brother was listening to. Brandon Flower? Elvis? Ah, it sounded like something by the La’s! She froze midstep to listen to the song, tapping her chin thoughtfully before deciding to simply go with “There She Goes”, and feeling complete she continued on towards the kitchen with a tiny grin.
A plate of french toast had been left on the counter, its enticing appearance just seeming to cry ‘eat me, Celine!’ And of course, not wanting to cause the breakfast food any displeasure, the Class President snatched up the plate and a fork and knife happily. She moved quickly towards the island situated in the center of the kitchen, and after sitting she dug in, finding complete peace in the semi-silence and delicious food.
There was a sudden stop in the music, and the door to Ambrose’s room opened. He shook the water out of his hair the same way a dog would, but after his shower and without the bulkiness of his leather jacket he felt… thin. The purple circles under his eyes wore heavily on him and his skin was pallid with exhaustion. He knew this, and so he had quickly fled the mirror in his own en suite and dressed quickly in the first things he found in his wardrobe. Unsurprisingly, another sweater.
“So, am I presentable?” Ace asked. “In fact, don’t answer that. More important: is the French toast acceptable?” Better to ask a question that he knew would have a positive answer than something that could go either way. He took a seat at the other side of the breakfast bar from Celine to tie his shoes. He wasn’t hungry, and in a worst case scenario, he’d pick up some coffee from Starbucks after the senior assembly. Celine, with a mouthful of sweetness, nodded enthusiastically at her brother’s question, gray eyes gleaming brightly with glee,
”Everything you make is great, Acey!” She said after swallowing, taking one last bite before rising to place the dish in the semi-full sink. Ah-ah, she’d have to clean up a bit later. ”Anyway, we should head out soon. I gotta be there early for the assembly.” She purred softly, flinging the black backpack over her shoulder with one hand while the other glanced quickly at the glowing screen of her phone. A lack of messages made her frown, and not feeling confident enough to send out one herself she locked the screen and shoved the device back into her cardigan pocket before stepping towards her brother, smiling cheerfully.
”Ready to go, Ace?”
“Ready,” he said dutifully. Ambrose pulled out his own phone, sitting on half-charge from last night, to see a bombardment of texts. Quite a few angry ones, too – did he upset someone? After a few seconds he realised that, yes, he had. He’d gone to a party without an invitation, after all, and even worse he’d been in a bitter mood to begin with. The finer details eluded him. As he headed to the door, slinging his own, shamefully light satchel over his shoulder, he worked on a text to Chandler.
To: Chandler
From: Ambrose
do i really have to come in today mr. president #hungover #prollystilldrunk
“Let’s see if we can beat the traffic, yeah?” His crooked smirk was back on his face, though his lips were pale and bloodless and chapped. ”And, God, I hope I didn’t park like a blonde last night. Sure felt like it.”
The twins reached the school with twenty? ten? fifty million? minutes, the ride being as musical and uneventful as most of their rides were. Rain splattered against the car’s windows, and Celine traced the droplets with a pale finger as the familiar streets formed into their final destination; Constance Billard. Ambrose pulled easily into the back lot of the school at a pretty noticeable angle, and as the car hummed to a stop Celine grabbed the umbrella by her foot and opened the passenger-side door. Rain splattered against the clear umbrella top, and Celine turned slightly, offering Ace a spot next to her. ”Let’s hurry in, then. Can’t keep everyone waiting!”
With Ambrose ducking his tall frame underneath her umbrella and letting her guide them to the door – it wasn’t his school, after all – the twins hurried into the foyer. “Fashionably late,” he commented, though they were undoubtedly early. | “Yes, I took a wild dream and – washed it down with another wild dream. . . that's my life now. . .”
-Sweet Bird of Youth by Tennessee WilliamsT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Ambrose Carver Everhart
|Nickname|
'Ace' – and, no, he doesn't like it as it's used now, but he suffers it. Back in elementary school, it was what his mother called him, and someone (somehow) caught wind of it. The only way to avoid the teasing was to own it.
|Birth Date|
21st of December, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Secret
|Relationship Status|
Single* (Open for PM discussion for future romance!)
|Role|
The Bad Boy
P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ace is generally well-put together, though when it comes to his (or his family's) level of wealth it's hard not to be. He has distinctly masculine facial features: thick eyebrows, a strong-jawline, a killer smirk and bright, wide grey eyes. Unsurprisingly, his teeth are white, polished and perfect. Often he can seem a little intimidating and, well, starey. He has clear, pale skin except for a few dark, scattered scars up at his hairline where he was glassed three years back.
Standing at 6'3" he's pretty much reached the limit of his height, though is still a little disproportionate and lanky. He's lean instead of well-muscled, and as a result appears to be a bit of a beanpole. His broad shoulders only emphasise the oddness.
|Clothing Style|
Typically, Ace wears jumpers of varying colours (usually dusty rose, navy or silver to match his complexion) and over them a real leather biker jacket. Jeans or slacks to match, same goes for shoes – though he does prefer Oxfords or heavy boots. Sometimes, in classes he enjoys, he can be seen with reading glasses but he seems to put up with not being able to see otherwise.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ears are pierced in several places – lobe, tragis, industrial – though he is usually simple with his jewellery and wears simple silver studs or hoops. Ace also has his tongue pierced.
E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ A good time – his definition of which is parties, loud music and mischief.
✔ Independence, freedom.
✔ Music, and though he has eclectic tastes and particularly digs Elvis.
✔ Romance. Love songs and poems and novels and slow dancing. Fairytale stuff, like 'true love'.
✔ Anarchy, picking fights, glaring.
✔ Cocktails, mixing spirits and not remembering the previous night.
✔ 'Nerds' and introverts.
✔ His sister, Celine.
✔ The elderly.
✘ Bullies, attempts at intimidation (other than his own).
✘ Alcoholism and being considered an alcoholic.
✘ Studying, schoolwork, being in school.
✘ Most teachers and other authority figures.
✘ People being without friends, loneliness.
✘ The mundane – unchanging routine, his life in general...
✘ Cheaters, divorce, evidence that 'true love' doesn't exist.
✘ Cats.
|Hobbies|
Drink, party all night 'til the next day's a blur.
Music – plays the guitar, sings decently (if a bit club karaoke) and listens to indie radio stations.
Urban exploration of the city.
Picking fights with drunks, assholes, and so on.
Reading.
|Habits|
Zoning out in class, dropping into a daze (usually because of a hangover).
Glaring – but it's not his fault; his eyebrows naturally furrow like that!
Biting his lip, either out of worry or in his charming smirk.
|Fears|
☠ Ace fears his sister dying – or even something not so drastic, just her falling out of touch with him, or disliking him for whatever reason.
☠ What comes after: the end of high school (even though he dislikes it), and the adult world outside.
☠ Blackouts, and what can (and has) happened during them.
E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confrontational ♦ Independent ♦ Self-Destructive ♦ Protective ♦
Ace is the type that, if he doesn't go to parties, he would stay in his room and drink all night anyway – just with nobody to slow him down. He is very much aware of his vices but has no intention of stopping them anytime soon, not when it's the only thing his entire persona is built around. He wastes no time in getting in between people squabbling, or a woman getting harassed, but it's not for their benefit – it's so he has something to do with himself, picking fights. Sometimes those he gets aggressive with don't really deserve it; teachers for example. He very much pictures himself as an anti-hero who's going to get his comeuppance one day.
Still, on the other side of things – during the day, mostly – Ace can't help but alienate himself from those around him. He doesn't really mesh with any clique, though sometimes sits with the more unpopular kids, 'taking it upon himself' to give them a friend. He doesn't quite realise that they're often doing the same for him. Ace is very protective of those people, the ones who are important to him, and loyal to the end even though he's cold, brusque and often bitterly sarcastic or melancholic. Not that fun to be around, for someone who's a 'bad boy'.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York
|History|
Ambrose has a twin who is so much more talented than him in every way (at least in his – and his parents' – eyes) that he can't even feel bitter about it. Celine is his darling little sister, though they are of course the same age, and the golden child of their parents. It's not her fault, it never was. Ace, in elementary school, was picked on and bullied for no reason other than his apparent introversion for a few straight years... until his growth spurt hit. When he fought back, earning a handful of suspensions, it didn't stop.
Going into middle school was filled with problems, but he gradually developed a reputation for being the 'bad boy' who was both ahead of his years in maturity and obviously immature to teachers. Around this time he and his sister would visit their grandparents for whole summers at a time, spending time in a lovely, quaint rural area. Those who thought it would be at odds with Ace's rebellious personality were proven wrong: he loved it there. His time there did lessen his existential angst, to a point, though it did still worsen with puberty and alcohol and the wrong crowd.
In high school, several things happened: he fell in love and was promptly destroyed by said love; he discovered a passion for the arts but a hatred for the system and is known for having a meltdown at a teacher who tried to pick on him after answering incorrectly; and, finally, for being out of school for over a week and coming back scarred when he was hit by a bottle at a particularly rough party thrown by upperclassmen.
|Extra|
Has an extensive record collection gifted by grandmother, some extremely rare pieces;
Knows how to dance properly, thank you very much.
Favourite Subject = English Language/Linguistics/Whatever it's called.
|Theme Song|
Can't Help Falling in Love – Elvis
”Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you”
P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Celine – Oh how Ace loves his little sister. Her parents might've constantly raised her up as something to aim for, or worship, and he ate it all up without complaint. He's overprotective, sure, but if he ever had jealousy over her talents (and their parents' uneven love) then it's long gone now. He only cares about her opinion.
Mother and Father – Don't talk about them around him. He tends to avoid discussions of parents, because he's not sure what to feel about them. He knows intellectually that he should hate them, but they're still his parents. They're workaholics, distant, and didn't have much time to deal with Ace's problems and so forced them on others who would be more willing to help such as his grandparents or teachers or the like.
Grandmother and Grandfather – Ace gets on extremely well with his grandparents, who are old money and live in an old manor (read: castle) in the Scottish Highlands. His grandmother doted (and still dotes on him) as she cultivated a love of old hippie culture and music, whilst his grandfather – a working class man elevated by his wife's inheritance and hard-work – reassured him that he was the same as a kid, unruly, but with a good heart. They are a good influence on him.
|House|
This – a penthouse shared with his twin, Celine, and paid for by his parents (and grandparents, too.)
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
A 1969 Camaro SS his grandfather bought for him (after he showed an interest in their well-kept old cars and maintaining them). There's a slight dent on the back from a drunk accident, but it's almost unnoticeable!
“Insert a character quote here.”
-AuthorT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Lysander J. Mann
|Nickname|
Zander – but Lysander doesn't like to be called it. He prefers his first name, no matter how much of a mouthful it is. If he has to have a nickname, he's not against being called by his surname.
|Birth Date|
1st of March, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
The AddictA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Short, standing at only 5'6" with a lean, lithe build. He's not at all physically imposing and is instead quite meek looking. Lysander has soft features: warm brown eyes, expressive eyebrows (permanently up or down in a sarcastic fashion) and dimples. His smiles are usually wide and genuine, if a little rare to come by. Lysander is notable for his long, shoulder length brown hair which is often tied up out of his way. If seen without his glasses on, he has to squint.
|Clothing Style|
Lysander isn't exactly the epitome of fashion. He wears band tees and old, comfy jumpers under hoodies and – and! – occasionally splashes out with a shirt and suspenders: an outfit that his aunt picked out for him years ago. Usually the grungy, careless look is topped off with a characteristic brightly-coloured beanie and a pair of sneakers.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Sci-Fi literature, TV shows and movies.
✔ Video games.
✔ Grand instrumental music – Two Steps From Hell style.
✔ Adderall, caffeine nicotine, sleeping pills, anti-anxiety drugs.
✔ Other languages.
✔ Starbucks.
✔ School and studying.
✔ Amateur/indie comics.
✘ Graveyards.
✘ Hospitals.
✘ 'Cringe-attacks'.
✘ Withdrawal symptoms and side-effects
✘ Insomnia.
✘ Grades less than an A+.
✘ Attention.
|Hobbies|
Video games.
Studying, pulling all-nighters.
Sketching, art... He has a cartoonish/comic book style. Writes his own sci-fi comic.
|Habits|
Biting his lip.
Picking at skin, scratching and other non-conventional methods of self-harm.
Nervous laughter.
|Fears|
☠ Cancer.
☠ Dying slowly (and he's not too fond of dying at all).
☠ Getting anything less than an A.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Intelligent ♦ Anxious ♦ Anti-Social ♦ Neurotic ♦
Lysander is a smart kid who's never had trouble with learning or studying. He was always top of his class by miles, a trait that led to his admission into St Jude's despite his mother not being wealthy. Moreover, he has a thirst for knowledge and a work ethic earned from his parents to the point where he feels wracked with guilt when not working – a not entirely healthy way to live. He has a tendency to procrastinate and give himself anxiety attacks, hence the self-medicating.
Often Lysander finds himself unable to connect with people, possibly out of awkwardness or tiredness. At the same time, he can be a bit snippy, sarcastic and is stubborn as hell when he knows he's right in an argument. He tends to be an introvert, preferring his own company over that of others and much preferring hanging out with just one or two people rather than large groups. He is a bit flighty and unreliable, as sometimes he likes just to block the world out and hide under the covers.
|Place of Origin|
Arizona.
|History|
Lysander was born prematurely, and his early childhood was marked by sickness. Though intelligent, his speech skills were lacking due to a tied tongue (which naturally corrected itself over a few years) and a stutter. Surprisingly, he was never bullied – he must have been in a nice school for that – but what few friends he had were left behind when he switched schools three more times in as many years after his father's death.
So, he was always an introvert, which only became more apparent in middle school. When his mother became terminally ill but before she was aware of that fact, they moved to New York so that Lysander and his two sisters could have a 'normal' home situation whilst their sole caretaker was in and out of hospital for treatments. At this point, Lysander was started on anti-anxiety meds as being thirteen going on fourteen years old was enough for him to realise the terrible, hopeless nature of the situation as it unfolded. His aunts enrolled him in Saint Jude, being from Constance Billard themselves, and gained custody of he and his siblings once his mother died the summer before he was due to start.
Attending Saint Jude put high expectations on him from his aunts. His grades had to be perfect, his social life at least so-so and he had to suffer through piano lessons from Aunt Vivienne, who was a former music teacher at Constance Billard. At the very least Aunt Selina didn't force him to take ballet!
|Extra|
Another favourite subject: computing science.
|Theme Song|
Lonely Town – Brandon Flowers
”Did you lock the door when it shut?
Did you see the knife when it cut?
Do you keep your ear to the ground?
For the kid in Lonely Town.”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mother and Father – Deceased. Lysander doesn't have many memories of his father given that he died when he was six, however, his mother's death three years ago is much more of an open sore as she was the only one to raise him and his sisters. They had a good relationship.
Aunt Vivienne and Aunt Selina – Lysander's crackpot (but undeniably rich) aunts who he and his sisters were sent to live with after their parents' deaths. Generally eccentric, it's not surprising to see where Lysander gets it from. He's very close to his aunts, though they're not especially good with children having decided not to have any.
Sisters – Louise and Lorna are Lysander's younger sisters, ages thirteen and eleven respectively. They are both intelligent, if a bit more sociable and outgoing that their brother. Often they're not particularly kind to him, though some of it definitely comes down to Lysander spending very little time with them.
|House|
A fairly small, narrow house in New York with only two storeys but high ceilings befitting grand chandeliers. Fancy and befitting antique collectors like his aunts. One of the few spare rooms downstairs was converted into a ballet studio, at the cost of his sisters having to share a bedroom. Lysander has the attic to himself which is a bit depressing considering it was his mother's old room (and there's a bad spider problem).
|Social Status|
Upper-Middle Class
|Transportation|
Doesn't drive – takes public transport/gets a lift from his aunt in the mornings. |
55,403 | 1,516 | 2 | 1,044 | 4,489 | E V E R E T T . W I L C O X
Location:
The Cabin Garage then Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Jennifer McGowin via text - ||
Everett was under the hood his truck. His 1978 Dodge Warlock. He loved his truck almost as much as his wolf dog, Leroy St. Germane Dagnasty. Who just happens to be laying down not far from Everett's feet. He was lost in what he was doing, time or the slight snoring of the dog, could break his concentration. On this morning, he was swapping out some parts to get a little better gas mileage. This wasn't going to make a huge change in the mileage but it should make a little easier to drive around town.
Thankfully, he was almost done when when his phone went off and broke his concentration. He had to get this done or he was gonna have to ride his bike... Or worse he would have to been driven in the back of some stupid town car. Everett was going to ignore till Aunt Lou came in and started yelling at him. "You best answer that boy. That girl is liable to whip your ass! And she can do it to!" Aunt Lou shouted while walking towards him with a steaming plate of food. I don't doubt it. If she can't she can get one of her little toys to. Just let me wash my hands first my hands first Aunt Lou. Everett said as he backed out of the hood. He wasn't happy about being pulled away from his but Aunt Lou was right. It wasn't until he started cleaning his hands that he noticed the food. "Aw, Aunt Lou, you aint gotta do all that. Ida made my own food when I got done with this." Evrette said as he looked at his phone.
From:Tsarina Barbie
To: Everette Wilcox
Good Morning! R U coming 2 the assembly?
From:Everette Wilcox
To: Tsarina Barbie
Morning sweetie. I'll be there. Can't wait to see you.
"You ever worry about that girl getting a hold of your phone and seeing that German shit?" His Aunt Lou demeaned.
"It's Russian Aunt Lou. That'd be the least of my worries. She'd be more pissed about the Barbie than the Russian." Everette said as he saw the food. Biscuits and gravy with four huge pieces. It was Everette favorite breakfast. the "DAGS A POPIN!!" Everett shouted as he scrapped two pieces of ham off the plate. Dagnasty instantly woke and started wolfing the down the ham. Everett did much the same eating like his animal. He never even used a fork. His eating habits weren't that much different than his wolfdog Dagnasty, at least when he his home. "Back before the last World War, the Russians had Tsars and Tsarina. Basically Kings and Queens. You get a good look of what happens in that school of hers, you'd think she was a Tsarina. Girls in control of damn near everything. Kinda scary when you think about it." Everett said in between bites.
Aunt Lou did nothing but laugh. In her mind, those two dating was as outlandish as Everette doing ballet. When he was done eat, Aunt Lou motioned for the plate. Everett wasn't one to enjoy being waited on hand and foot but he didn't have the time right now. Even if he had the time, he wasn't gonna win against Aunt Lou.
"Go on now child." She stated flatly. "I know you got some foolishness planned for the day, with your little Barbie doll girl." Aunt Lou said as she took his plate and started to walk away. " Don't you ever get tired of being a pain in the ass yah ole bag? Dags, go on now buddy, get." Everett and went back to work.
"Boy I'll beat the brown off your ass if you sass me again. Oh dear lord let me leave here without beating this boys ass." Aunt said while walking away. Everett couldn't smile and chuckle. Not many people got to see that side of Aunt Lou but Everett loved that about her. He quickly turned and went back to work.
The second he was finished. Everett got cleaned up and left to do what he needed to do before going to school. He was going to collect something for Jennifer. By chance he had found a jade hair thingy. The moment he saw it he knew Jen would love it. He had gotten major deal on it. Even if Jen wasn't in the picture he still would have bought it. It was too good a deal to pass up.
None the less Everett collected the item and went on to school. He was almost excited to give this to Jen. It wasn't his kinda thing and he didn't know how Jen would react to it. Everett was almost worried that she would take as an insult. They were more than different enough that he had to worry about things like that. Everett thought its what made the relationship fun. Either way it was too late to do anything else but give it to her.
As he left his truck he again had another text from Jen, or Tsarina as he called. It asking where he was, and where she was. Everett didn't bother replying to her, he would be there in a few minutes. A text was only gonna waste time. As he walked out in the rain he almost wished he had something more than his old dirty hat and a jacket. It was more of an athletic jacket than it was one for rain. Who was he kidding? He wouldn't trade anything for his hat.
Everett made his way to where he thought Tsarina was. Everett made special care to try and avoid anyone that didn't like Tsarina too much. He was already a fish out of water here, last thing he needed was to stir up a hornets nest. He found a way to sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her. With a kiss on the cheek he presented her with a box. "I got you something special." Everett said some softly. Now all he could do was wait on the response. He had high hopes for his gift. The color was good for her and she could easily work it into her wardrobe or so he prayed. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
55,404 | 1,516 | 3 | 2,283 | 189 | Jason Kent
Location:
The Kent Penthouse Library
Then Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Autumn Pruett via text
Jennifer McGowin via text||
When some people were feeling sad or down they would think of their favorite things. Then, according to the song, they would not feel so bad. Rain drops on roses and whispers on kittens really did not have an effect on Jason. Jason's idea feeling happy meant reading very old novels that would make different people depressed. No one in their right minds would read any of these books when they were happy. There were definitely perks to being an insomniac with a long reading list. Last week he had finished Cicero's Tusculanae Disputationes and had found it quite interesting. There was definitely something to be said for stoicism. It was as if the whole world could be understood just by reading about it. Also being able to quote long dead philosophers really helped with his "game". Some people swooned at the idea of Aristotle or jumped his bones after talking about Descartes. It was funny that Jason would really and truly like reading this topics. Most people only saw him as either that manwhore or that Kent boy. Neither were very fun to be known as. So he kept the bookish part of his nature to himself. Very few people knew about it.
Currently Jason was reading a very fitting book, Les Liaisons dangereuses or Dangerous Liaisons, in its native French. It seemed that his mother's lessons to try and make him a gentleman were working out. Jack was fluent in French and Spanish thanks to her. The latter had helped when he had been reading Don Quixote. However now he was reading Les Liaisons dangereuses. The book for some reason really resonated with him. The tale of the Vicomte de Valmont discovering how wicked and beyond help he was seemed like a cautionary tale for Jason. Valmont learned that he was so wicked that he could never gain true happiness. So he eventually killed himself in grief to try and fix what he had done so wrong. There also was the fact that it showed how corrupt and immoral high society could be. That really got to him since he had seen how rotten his society was. Then there also was the idea that everyone had a cruel plot against their other man. People were just pawns to certain people. Jason definitely not above doing this so many times. His Most people would smile as they jammed forks into their hands. Jason had learned to act that way around the people he met. Smiling through the pain of all of this
Jason would have kept going to on this happy note had he not gotten a text from his ex. Usually he would ignore it but he figured he needed to be civil so he jammed the metaphorical fork into his hand.
To: Jennifer M.
From: Jason
Goober? I'll be there.
Jason looked around after he had sent the text. Jason did not really want to talk to his ex who was now dating his best friend. He still thought that Everett had taken the rebound just a bit too fast. There was standard rules with dating your best friend's ex girlfriend. Still he had other pursuits right now and they could do whatever so long as it was not forced on him.
Jason walked through the empty halls towards the elevator. The rest of the Kent family was still in the Hamptons so Jason had the run of the house. He did not even care all that much. Having people here never seemed to have people in it. Jason had always felt like this place was a tomb. Jason knew that he was going leave this place soon for Yale just like his entire family. When the elevator finally got to the ground floor, Jason walked out the door towards the street. The doorman, Rich opened the door with his usual smile. "Morning Mr. Kent. The car should be here soon. " He said as he gave Jason an umbrella. "Thanks, Rich. My family should be coming home soon." Jason said as he got into the car. The driver, Frank, nodded as he set off into traffic. Along the way he sent another text. This time he sent it to Autumn since she seemed to understand him.
To: Autumn P.
From: Jason
Nothing says fun quite like forced school meetings. I hope we spend hours discussing nothing.
Luckily for him, he arrived at the school. Jason opened his umbrella as he got out. Frank squealed off from the street as Jason walked up the steps and inside. He did not care if he had to go in alone. He didn't need any drama right now. Jason sat down on a bench near the doorway inside. He pulled out a book and started to read. It was some dull thriller but it was the kind of book Jay Kent would read. | Jason Kent II
“Life is so very short to waste it with just one other person”
-Jason Kent
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jason Declan Kent the Second
|Nickname|
Jay
My Father is Jason. I don't have to be him yet.
|Birth Date|
July 17th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual. He will sleep with anyone.
|Sexually Active|
Yes and proud of it
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated ((Hit me up on PM if you want ))
|Role|
The Player and proud of it
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jay is not your average looking rich boy from this area. Jay is rather tall at six feet 3 inches tall. However he is quite built when it comes muscle. Jay tries to keep himself fit since it keeps him sane. He always seems to have a smirk on his face. His sky blue eyes are quite striking from up close. Jay uses his good looks to try and get even more people to be with him.
|Clothing Style|
Jay usually wears designer clothes chosen by his mother. She seems to like clothes that are a bit tight. Jay wears mostly polo shirts and jeans. He prefers simple yet expensive looking clothes. This seems to be a pattern with him.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
No Kent would ever have a tattoo or piercing. Jay does have small scar on his right bicep. It looks like a knife or sharp object.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Old Music
✔Working Out
✔ Hitting on new people
✔His Family
✔Learning more ways to fight
✔Not be a single person man
✔Playing the Piano
✘Being alone
✘Drinking
✘Drugs of any kind
✘Taxis
✘Boring people
✘Disappointing his parents
✘Having to deal with drunks
|Hobbies|
Boxing : Oddly enough Jason like a good fight. His grandfather always says that it is the Kent blood in his veins. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to fight. Jason loves a good fight.
Reading
Playing the Piano: A fine habit for a gentleman.
Wrestling: He joined the team mainly to anger his parents. They blame the bad influence of that friend of his.
|Habits|
Forgetting his dates, Losing phone numbers, drawing random pictures wherever
|Fears|
☠ That he will fail his family when he eventually becomes the family patriarch like his father and grandfather before him.
☠That he will end up alone.
☠ Messing up the family plan that was set when he was born. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Friendly ♦ Charming ♦ Tough when he has to be♦ Quick witted ♦
Jay will hit on just about anyone that he can. He loves a good party since there are so many different ways to get lucky at one of those parties. Oddly enough Jay has rules when it comes to his hookups. His main rule is that his partners are not allowed to be drunk. There is no sport in hitting on people who would not remember it in the morning. Also that is just repulsive. The real question is why he does what he does. To his numerous exes, it is because he is a jerk. That all he cares about is number one. However if you really looked at how he acts you would see a different reason. Jason seems to almost need to have new relationships. He loves those first feelings more than he likes the feeling of long term relationships. The short term is much better in his eyes. His preferred method of seduction is try to keep his person on their toes or off kilter. It is much easier that way. The strangest thing is that he does not cheat. Not really at least. He prefers one night stands and such over long term relationships since no one can cheat on those. Usually he avoids breaking up relationships since there are more fish in the sea.
Jay will rarely stand down from a confrontation. If someone gets in his face, Jay will start punching until someone pulls him off. He does not like when people are bullying someone else. He again has no trouble punching someone for that. However this attitude leads to him getting beaten up just as much as he does the beating. This is most likely some sort of outlet for some sort of deeply seated anger.
Then there is the issue of Jay and Jason. It seems that there are two sides to Jason. Jay is the one who will hit on just about anyone. He is a major creep in every sense of the word. Jay is a fop in every sense of the word. Jay Kent is just one side of him. Jason Kent is well read and charming. He seems like a completely different person. Very few people ever see this side of him. Jason almost seems to use Jay as a way to keep people away from him. Jason Kent is the type of person who will jump in front of a bullet to save his friends.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York
|History|
From the day Jason was born, the plan was made for him. Some day he would take his father's place in the family company. Jason knew about the plan since he could walk. Jason had the pressure of the entire company to hold up since he could walk. However it did not crack Jason. He took up this stress in stride. It did not seem to bother him at all. Most of this could be attributed to his grandfather. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to someday be a great leader by teaching him different skills. He taught him to deal with stress by punching things. That is not the worse thing in their area. Jason became very good at this and clearly enjoyed it.
Jason's major flaw is that he will hit on anyone. He does not care about being with multiple people at once. He does see anything wrong with that. Jason needs some sort of entertainment as he gets closer and closer to being made the new leader of the company. So now he has a new stress to have to deal with in his life.
|Extra|
Nothing is as fun as History.
|Theme Song|
Paint It Black – Rolling Stones
”I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Father: Jason Kent Senior. - Occupation: Chairman of the Board for Kent Investments
The Original Jason Kent keeps his son on a very short leash. So his relationship with his son is weak at best. Jay tries to juggle the fact that his grandfather is training him and how that makes him his father's rival for the company.
Mother :Genevieve Kent - Occupation: Society Woman: She sits on different boards for different charities.
His mother sees Jason as her biggest project. She sees it as her job to turn Jason into a proper man by parading him around her charities. Jason likes these kinds of parties though.
Younger Sister: Margo Kent -Occupation: Student. Margo and Jason have always gotten along rather well. The two of them always seem to be on a joke that only they know.
Grandfather: Ryan Kent Occupation: Retired. Ryan Kent took it up as his job to make his grandson in a better version of his own son. Jay was taught from very young age in what he would need to do to lead the company.
|House|
Nothing but the best for the Kent family. The Penthouse overlooking Central Park is decadent and cold. Everything about it feels unnatural as if someone tried to make it look friendly but clearly failed. The Penthouse is designed very much like this. There is art all over the area.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
He is driven where ever in a chauffeured Town Car or Limo depending |
55,405 | 1,516 | 4 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Location:
Home > Constance Billard Main Office
Interacting With:
Not Available
As hot water exploded from the shower head, a gasp escaped Franchesca's lips. Her stiff shoulders raised, her back hunching as her body temperature adjusted to the new element. Eventually her body relaxed as she stepped back into the stream and began drenching her dark curls. Reaching towards the shelf she pumped a handful of shampoo into her palm and worked it into her hair, creating a lather, rinsing. She repeated the same with the conditioner, but let it sit a few more moments on her head while she washed her petite body with body wash. "Mi amor?" a soft voice called through the bathroom door, followed by a rattling of the door handle, and a few knocks. "Que? What do you want mami?" Franki called in return, speaking loud enough so her mother could hear her over the sound of the shower. "Just checking on you.." her mother replied, her voice trailing off. Franchesca's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She could barely take a shower in her own home without someone checking in on her or asking what she was doing. "Okay! I'll be done soon. I'll talk to you when I'm done!" Franki spoke again, a little bit of anger in her voice. With no response, it was assumed that her mother got the hint.
After finishing a morning routine of blowing out, brushing and styling her hair, Franki continued with some of her other bathroom activities; brushing teeth, applying lotion, etc. Having brought her clothes in the bathroom with her before hand Franki adorned herself with a pair of skinny jeans and a maroon fitted sweater. Fall weather in New York was always a pleasure for Franki, she loved layering clothes, the hats, the coats. Amazing. Exiting the bathroom, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where her mother was busy cooking up something delicious. "Mangu?" Franki questioned cheerfully as she placed her hand on her mother's shoulder, and taking a peek at the frying pan. It was indeed the delicious Dominican dish consisting of mashed plantains, and usually paired with fried eggs and salami. Getting out of the way, Franki went around the other side of the island in the kitchen and climbed up onto a stool where her mother placed a plate for her. "So I start my first day today!" she started, as her mother gave her the food. "It's not a full day, just a senior assembly and some informational stuff. I have to go to the office to get some paperwork but, I'm really exited." she rambled, starting to dig into her food waiting for her mother's reaction.
Silence.
"Get good grades and don't play with boys." Franki's mother replied eventually in a lecturing tone. Unbelievable. "Alright mami." Franki replied without much enthusiasm. She wished greatly that someone would be more excited for new adventures, rather than expecting her to do something bad. They spent rest of breakfast not speaking. Washing her plate off, she left it in the sink and gathered her umbrella and put on a pair of boots. "Don't forget your backpack!" Franchesca's mother called from the kitchen. "No one is going to have a backpack on the first day!" Franki exclaimed, embarrassed of the thought.
Hearing shuffling from the kitchen, Franchesca knew better than to stay longer and end up getting caught in the crossfire of another of her mother's lectures about how thankful she should be she even HAVE a back to carry a backpack on. No thanks. Placing the backpack on her back she popped open the umbrella and headed out to her jeep. If it was any other day she have taken the bus, taxi, or even the subway. But standing out in the rain wasn't a good start to anyone's day, and Franki's nerves and excitement for starting at Constance Billard was already at an all time high.
Reaching her destination she parked far away from all the luxury cars. It would cost her walking much farther, but it was something she was willing to pay to not be embarrassed later on. Taking her backpack, to honor her mother- she kept her head down and quickly headed into the school and walked into the main office that she had been shown during the first tour she had been given when her father and mother had first shown interest in the school for their daughter.
A cheerful woman say behind the desk and greeted Franchesca with a grin, "Welcome to Constance Billard, how can I help you?" Franki stepped up to the desk, giving an equally friendly smile. "I'm Franchesca Caradona, they told me I had to fill out some paperwork before the assembly this morning?" she commented, and the woman nodded. Handing her a few papers, a clipboard, and a pen she motioned to a luxurious leather chair in the corner. "Go ahead and fill those out, then you can head to the assembly." Franki nodded in return, and mouthed a word of thanks as she took a seat in the main office and began filling out the application forms, and various other papers the school needed for her to attend the school. | Franki Caradona
“I hope you can keep up with me baby... I'm constantly on the move.”
-Franki C.T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Franchesca Mae Caradona.
|Nickname|
Franki.
Franchesca is a bit of a mouthful, don't you think?
|Birth Date|
July 21st, 1998.
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Virgin
|Relationship Status|
Single. Interested.
|Role|
The New GirlA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Franki is a very petite girl, standing at barely 5ft tall. Her father is Italian and her mother is Dominican giving her skin tone a nice tan with freckles adorning her cheeks. She has dark almond shaped eyes. that are often wide and expressive. Her natural hair color is a very dark brown, in which she tends to highlight with caramel tones. She keeps her natural curls above her shoulders or shorter, despite her mother's disapproval.
|Clothing Style|
Franki likes to keep it fresh but simple. You will catch her in skinny jeans and bold patterned blouses. She dislikes heels, adores boots. During winter time she wears a crisp white peacoat and an abundance of hats.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ear lobes double pierced on both sides.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Fashion magazines
✔ Homemade food
✔ Swimming
✔ Talking on the phone
✔ Fresh flowers
✔ Accessories
✔ Movies
✘ Eating fish
✘ Texting
✘ Hot summers
✘ The subway
✘ Working out
✘ Having long nails
✘ Rodents
|Hobbies|
Cooking. Reading. Swim Team.
|Habits|
Chewing nails. Not returning texts. Doodling.
|Fears|
☠ Loneliness.
☠ Succumbing to peer pressure.
☠ Not living up to her parent's wishes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Friendly ♦ Modest ♦ Anxious ♦ Unreliable ♦
Usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye; Franki is considered friendly until you make her feel in anyway threatened. Once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise. If you're not on her priorities she won't make an effort to keep promises or plans, making her appear to be unreliable.
Due to a strict upbringing Franki does her best in this time and age to be modest in both clothing attire, the way she speaks, acts, and treats her relationships. She hasn't been allowed to date until very recently, and wasn't even allowed to speak to boys until she was 16. Despite being held back from these experiences, she doesn't feel a need to rebel and go crazy; however, she wouldn't mind having a special someone come into her life.
|Place of Origin|
Bronx, New York.
|History|
Work was all that Franki's father knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases and got his family out of the Bronx and into the townhome they live in currently. Her mother stays at home and keeps a very strict and straight household. She loves to cook and has always kept her family well fed literally and spiritually no matter their circumstances.
The up and coming family is still adjusting to this extravagant lifestyle change, but there hasn't been many complaints between the Caradona children- both now experiencing new and exciting opportunities. Fredrick Jr with his travels and Franki with her enrollment in Constance Billard; one of the most prestigious schools in the country.
Taking on this new challenge, Franki feels very determined to make both of her parents proud of her. She is passionate to pursue something in the line of fashion, but both of her parents would rather her focus on something more concrete. They put so much work and effort into making her life worth something, and she feels it would be a huge disappointment if she were to let all that hard work go to waste.
|Extra|
Her favorite subject is Art.
|Theme Song|
Dollhouse – Melanie Martinez
”Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Father: Fredrick Caradona - Lawyer
Mother: Isabel (Velasquez) Caradona - Housewife
Older Brother: Fredrick Jr Caradona - Traveling Abroad
|House|
The Caradona family lives in a very cookie cutter town home on the upper east side in a gated community. The only thing that sets it apart from the other houses on the block in a small Dominican flag in the front window. Inside contains: 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, a family room, and finished basement. The double garage is attached and contains all the family cars and toys.
The front and backyard are maintained by a hired crew.
|Social Status|
Upper Middle Class
|Transportation|
Franki very rarely drives the red Jeep Laredo that she earned herself.
She would rather be driven around by parents, her friends or take a taxi. |
55,406 | 1,516 | 5 | 2,351 | 411 | Collins Penthouse -> Constance Billard
Interacting with:
Celine Everhart (via text) Leila Fox (via text)
A myriad of dull grey lights filtered through the gaps of the drapes in the bedroom of the Collins heiress. Her small alarm clock gave a shrill cry announcing that it was now six o'clock in the morning. Claire opened her eyes reluctantly, her peaceful slumber interrupted by the din. Stretching out an arm, she hammered the top of her clock, silencing it. The silence returned, absent of the usual morning preparations by the day housekeeper.
It was then that she remembered, her parents had gone to London to attend a conference, and would only be back home in the United States next week. The housekeeper, in their absence had reduced her trips to once every two days, as compared to her usual daily trips when her parents were around. She had the whole entire penthouse to herself. Oh, fun. In her sleepy state, she could still hear the pitter-patter of the rain as it struck the windows. Looks like it was going to be a wet morning. However, the heiress was not one to let that dampen her mood.
Pulling the thick comfy duvet aside, Claire got to the ground, her coppery brown hair in its tousled bed-hair form. Still half-asleep, she stumbled groggily towards her en-suite toilet, splashing cold water on her face in a bid to wake herself up. It was mostly successful. The icy cold water drove sleep from her eyes, refreshing her in an instant. She needed a shower. Getting into the shower, she let the warm water slowly wake up her, the warmth easing the stiffness of her joints and muscles. That felt great. She needed that.
When she was done with her shower, along with the rest of her morning preparations which included but not limited to brushing her teeth, Claire left her room and started to make her way to the kitchen, removing the ingredients she needed from the fridge to make herself a good breakfast. Eggs and sausages. They made for a simple but lovely breakfast. An all time favourite of hers. Before she started, she gave a call to Charles, the Collins family chauffeur.
She had known Charles for as long as she can remember, and he has been driving her family since she was a baby. After informing him that his services was required today, she began to start on her breakfast. Not more than fifteen minutes later, scrambled eggs and sausages were ready to be eaten. When she was done with breakfast, Claire went back into her room to get dressed for the occasion. They didn't had to wear their uniform today, which meant that she got to wear something else to school for a change. In normal circumstances she would drive her Beetle to school, but today, she was just way too excited to rely on her driving.
The Heiress opened her closet, beginning her selection of clothes for the day. It was senior assembly day and she would get to see her friends again today. It'd been a while since she had saw them in school, and she was noticably excited. Eventually settling on a elegant peach dress with frilly sleeves, complete with matching undergarments, Claire put on a layer of basic make-up, grabbing her small brown backpack before taking the elevator down to the lobby. Looking around for Charles, she finally spotted the middle-aged man with the salt and pepper hair sitting on a sofa, a newspaper spread wide open.
Claire greeted him in her usually chirpy form "Morning Charles!" The older man looked up from his newspaper, his weathered face breaking into a smile as he saw her. "Morning Ms. Collins! Ready to leave?" "Yup." Inside the black Rolls-Royce Phantom that was the Collins family car, Claire grabbed her phone and began sending messages to her besties, the two very girls that were her best friends in the whole of Constance Billard.
♫ To: Celine E. , Leila.F. ♫
From: Claire C.
Heyyy besties!! Guess what, its assembly day! I'll be seeing you two later so be there!
Oh Celly, will your brother be coming as well? Please say yesss..
#excited #besties
In twenty minutes, or was it fifteen? The black Rolls-Royce arrived at the already bustling carpark of Constance Billard, filled with a myriad of cars being parked or dropping off fellow students. It was still raining when Claire alighted, so she opened up a peach umbrella that went along perfectly with her outfit, her small brown backpack slung low onto her back. Her peach dress swayed lightly in the rainy breeze as she began to make her way to the entrance of the school, making her way into the hall where the assembly would take place soon. The twins should come soon enough.
♫ To: Celine E. , Leila.F. ♫
From: Claire C.
I'm here! I'm waiting at the entrance!
#iamwaiting #cantmissme | “Taking it one step at a time.”
-Claire Piper CollinsT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Claire Piper Collins
|Nickname|
Clairy
Although Claire is easy enough to say as it is, Clairy is a much more intimate and affectionate name that she only loves when it is called by her friends. Her parents, however, still insist on calling her Claire.
|Birth Date|
June 16th, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Virgin
|Relationship Status|
Single & Looking
|Role|
The Heiress
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Angular and delicate, Claire is a bright sparkly girl that can often be seen with a smile on her face. Adorned with a pair of hazel green orbs that never seem to lose their sparkle, they're one of the most distinctive features on her face. Her eyebrows are thick than average which makes it alot more distinctive and recognisable, a perfect match those hazel green eyes of hers. Her thin lips rest easily on her face, supple and intuitive, ready to spread into a smile at a moment's notice.
Her hair is a lovely shade of coppery brown extending slightly down her shoulders. She usually wears it down, but sometimes ties it up in a ponytail or pins it up into a bun. Her ivory complexion is pale and smooth yet hinted warmly with a glint of golden undertones. Her body is lithe yet managing to possess a small amount of curves. Her posture is perfect from the numerous amount of classes she has attended and her demeanour, warm and inviting to those around.
|Clothing Style|
Claire is usually seen dressed comfortably in blouses and skirts. Pants are also worn when the need arises or when skirts are not feasible. While these tend to be of the higher quality than the types the average New Yorker wears, she does not restrict herself to only those. Always classy, her dressing style is elegant and refined, one befitting that someone who belongs to a higher class. A fan of dark coloured clothing like greys, dark blues and black, as well as warm colours like peach and beige she can also often be used in dresses of those colours. Claire can also be seen with sweaters and scarves and beanies during the colder seasons.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Claire has both her eyes pierced, nothing more.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Ballet
✔Social Media
✔Classical music
✔Cooking/Baking
✔Photography
✔Hot Chocolate
✔Romance movies/novels
✔Nerds/Introverts
✘Failure
✘Not meeting expectations
✘Bugs & Insects
✘Bullies & Cheaters
✘Homework
✘Studying
✘Cats
✘Having long nails
|Hobbies|
Ballet Dancing | Cooking/Baking | Reading romance novels | Photography
|Habits|
Daydreaming
Lip biting when nervous or anxious
Forgetting stuff
|Fears|
☠Disappointment & Failure
☠Getting bullied
☠Death
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Cheerful ♦ Independent ♦ Kind ♦
Bright, friendly and polite, Claire can also be quite reserved at times, especially when facing strangers. Always greeting and also saying goodbyes, she was brought up with an emphasis on a high level of courtesy and etiquette when she often puts into place in her daily life. She can appear introverted to most at a glance, but once she warms up to someone, or to friends in particular, her warm and cheerful self appears, brightening the place up with her smiles. Passionate and intelligent, she sticks to her beliefs and principles and a firm believer of hope, Claire always believes that there is something worth fighting in.
A hard-working individual, She sets goals of her own and strives to meet them whenever she can. Usually the type to work alone due to her goal-centric mind, she still knows how to relax and have a good time whenever she wants and decides to. Far from a boring and uninteresting person, Claire engages in plenty of fun and social activities on her own, making her not as introverted as she may seem.
She does however have a peculiar fascination for nerds. Honest to a fault, she can sometimes land herself in trouble by speaking candidly without thinking of the consequences. This can landed her in a series of awkward and embarrassing situations in the past. A highly-emotional person, she can also be rather narcissistic, she prides alot about keeping her appearance neat and tidy and always carries around a pocket mirror where-ever she goes. When thrown into unexpected situations, she tends to get nervous and flustered, biting her lips gently in frustration. When she gets incredibly frustrated, she tends to throw money at the problem, hoping for it to go away, even though she knows it most probably won't.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York
|History|
Born an only child to the the chief executive of Citi, one of the largest American banking and financial services corporation head-quartered in Manhattan, New York, Claire was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had everything she desired from a young age, her parents completely pampering and spoiling their only daughter. However, they did manage to prevent themselves from going overboard, knowing full well that recovering from that stage would not be an easy one. Being an only child had its privileges and disadvantages. She had all of her parents unfettered love and attention, but while her parents were away, all she had for company was the housekeeper. And she made for poor company.
Despite having a bevy of rich and affluent children of her own age to play and make friends with inside her parents extensive social circles, she found them to be incredibly haughty and conceited, and not her cup of tea. Her parents had made sure that she had attended courses on common etiquette as well as sending her a personal tutor until the young girl mastered the basics of courtesy and etiquette. Her parents, entirely supportive of their daughter's interest in ballet, began enrolling her in a prestigious ballet school. Claire then began take ballet classes as often as her scheduled allowed and enjoyed every moment of it. Her parents came for their daughter's recital whenever they could, encouraged and pleased by their bright spark's glowing performance.
By the time she was in middle school, Claire had managed to call several people her friends whom she had managed to become rather close with. A hard worker, Claire was loved and adored by the teachers, but unfortunately not everyone loved her. She had a fair share of enemies, or people who were simply jealous of her wealthy background. She was teased on a regular basis, and bullied on several occasions. However, she chose to keep quiet, hoping and willing it to go away soon.
Enduring it throughout the entirety of middle school, Claire kept in touch with her small group of friends she had made during middle school as she made preparations for the next chapter in her life, High school.
|Extra|
Her favourite subject is History.
|Theme Song|
Castle on the Cloud - Les Misérables
There is a room that's full of toys,
There are a hundred boys and girls,
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.”
U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Laura & Christopher Collins - Claire often talks about her parents to her friends as she is very proud of them, being the loving doting parents that they are. She is as proud of them as they are of her, and she is always afraid and worried of letting them down.
|House|
A Penthouse overlooking New York City. | Picture of its Interior |
Located at One Vandam, New York is a penthouse with over 5,200 interior square feet. It comes with a rooftop terrace with an outdoor spa, three wood-burning fireplaces, a private elevator and a dramatic triple height staircase. It is meticulously decorated with plush and extremely comfortable sofas and chairs personally hand-picked by her parents along with masterfully designed art-pieces by renown artists throughout the world. The kitchen appliances and electronic equipments are high-end cutting edge equipment that are as classy as they are expensive.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
A black 2015 Volkswagen Beetle that her father bought as a gift for her birthday. The Collins family also have their own Rolls-Royce Phantom that acts as their family car with a chauffeur when they are not in the mood for driving. |
55,407 | 1,516 | 6 | 1,044 | 4,489 | Constance Billard
Interacting With: Everett | Jason via text She let out a groan of frustration right about now as Everett still hasn't showed up. It was raining, well, drizzling now so she really hoped nothing bad happened to him. She looked out in the distance and saw his truck as she smiled, a little. Her phone chimed and she dug through her purse to grab a hold of it and saw that Jason texted her back. She blushed a little then quickly placed the phone back inside of her purse as Everett was making his way over towards her. She felt the kiss upon her cheek then smiled as he held out a box towards her.
"Oh, Everett, you shouldn't have." Jennifer closed her umbrella up and stuck it underneath her arm before accepting the box and opening it. "Oh, my gosh. It's perfect. I love it." She held it to her heart then leaned forward and delivered a kiss upon his lips. "Thank you but too bad I didn't get you anything. I feel terrible." She made her usual puppy dog face then linked her arm with his, basically dragging him inside. "We do not want to be late but of course, I'd like to make an entrance." She said with a slight hair flip.
Jennifer walked into the school, well her school as she removed her arm from his as a couple of girls came up to her, hugging her and she did the same. They rambled on and on about their Summer as she turned and introduced Everett to them. "This is Everett. We're together." She prided herself in that as she shooed the girls away and linked her arm back with Everett's."So, to the auditorium then?" She asked Everett while walking in that direction anyway. "Oh, before I forget. I must tweet out my back to school bash." She pulled out her cell phone, tweeting the details and address for her party later on that day. It was going to be a Seven Deadly Sins themed so everyone had to dress accordingly.
She also secretly sent a text back to Jason.
To: Jason K.
From: Jennifer M.
Okay. See you soon!
"And done." She giggled as they'd enter the auditorium and she'd turn to Everett. "Go and find us a seat, I have a few people to catch up with. Okay?" Jennifer leaned in and delivered a kiss upon his cheek before tapping his shoulder and walking off, speaking to some of her friends before the assembly started. Rockefeller Penthouse then Constance Billard
Interacting With: Ambrose via text His alarm went off playing Queen's Bohemian Rhadsody and it echoed throughout the penthouse, honestly. His step sister waltzed in his room and turned off his alarm, shaking him from his slumber as he groaned. "Is it time for school already?" He asked as she shook her head then proceeded to fold her arms over her chest. His eyes fluttered open, squinting as the rain made a rhythmic pit-pat upon his windows. "Ugh. I hate this." Chandler threw the covers back over himself but his step sister snatched them off of him. "Look, Mr. President, you have an assembly to attend like now. Get up!" Jessica said while walking away.
Chandler readied himself the way he has been since he could walk. He worked out in his gym then showered and brushed his teeth. Of course, since it was the first day back to meet everyone, he had to make a statement and prove himself worthy of his presidential reign over Mark Mathers, which he still throws in his face every single chance he gets. He reached for his iPhone and called downstairs. "Cedric, have them bring around the Mustang in roughly ten minutes? Thanks." He hung up the phone then fixed his hair, gelling it up and parting it on the side. A typical look for him.
Chandler then looked at his array of clothing and tapped his chin on deciding what to wear. Deciding on which outfit was going to make a statement for this year to come. With the snap of his fingers, Chandler grabbed an outfit and held it out, examining it with his eyes. "Yep, this will definitely do." He dressed himself in short sleeved, buttoned up collar shirt, gray in color along with a pair of Khaki, long slacks and black Moccasins. Chandler grabbed his car keys and stuck his cell phone in his back pocket then grabbed a pair of shades before walking down the spiral staircase, posing at the bottom. Jessica whistled and said that he looked hot.
"Thanks. Now I am off. Be good." He said while walking past her. "Okay. I won't." She responded as he pressed the elevator button then made his way down to the lobby area. Of course, when he got there, his Mustang was parked right there before him. "Thanks, Cedric." He tipped the doorman with a hundred dollar bill then tipped the valet guy with a fifty dollar bill. His phone vibrated in his back pocket as he pulled it out while getting in his vehicle and opening the text from Ambrose. His eyes scanned over the message as he shook his head with a sigh, typing a reply.
To: Ambrose E.
From: Chandler R.
Dude! Really?! Yes u have 2 b there. Don't ruin my first day as president, please.
With another sigh after sending that message, Chandler drove off from the penthouse area and on towards Constance Billard. It wasn't a long drive from his place so he was there within a matter of minutes. He pulled up into a nearby parking space, revving his engine as he got out of his car. He ran towards the school since it was indeed raining as he bumped into a few people, not caring though and walked into the auditorium. His phone buzzed in his pocket again as he hoped it wasn't Ambrose again but no, it was Jennifer sending out a tweet about her back to school bash with Seven Deadly Sins theme. Nice.
Chandler waved at everyone and was soon bombarded with people coming up towards him, asking him about his summer. As he made his way through the sea of people and up the stage, where the podium was, he sat down in one of the chairs and waited for assembly to begin. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
55,408 | 1,516 | 7 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Location: Home, then Constance Billiard
Interacting with: No one
Fuck his life.
Fuck his family.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck the world.
Aiden slammed his fist against the his desk, channeling some of his frustration into that blow. He was hunched over his desk, glaring at his quivering fist with anger. His hand ached, but that pain was tolerable compared to the words of his brother.
"Breaking things isn't going to help you, you know." His older brother, James remarked in a light, amused tone. To anyone else, it may seem like James was trying to lighten up the obviously tense atmosphere in Aiden's room. But Aiden could hear the mockery and the disdain in his voice. "When are you going to grow up and learn that you need to actually start doing things with your life?"
"I'm only in high school James." Aiden hissed through gritted teeth. "What do you expect." Immediately, Aiden regretted his words as he said them. All of the Phillips children have shown their incredible potential at a young age--all of them except fot Aiden, that is.
With James' cold smirk in response, Aiden immediately knew that he fell into a trap. Before his pompous jackass of a brother could say anything, Aiden whipped around to face him, raising a threatening finger. "Don't you say it. I've already heard it a million times before. It's none of your concern what I do with my life."
"What, am I not allowed to worry about my baby brother's future?" James snickered, crossing his arms. "I'm just trying to look out for you~"
Aiden gave a slow shake of his head, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. It had always been like this. His older siblings--James in particular--would bully him mercilessly both physically, mentally and socially. And somehow, it would always end up being Aiden's fault. His parents never reprimanded their 'perfect children', no matter how much of a dick they were.
Aiden wasn't a bad kid, but he was far from their perfect child.
How do you make yourself amazing when you're constantly chasing after the backs of your amazing older siblings?
James went to Yale at age 14. He won speech competitions, and captured the hearts of New York to become the youngest senator in American history. Amelia was a genius in terms of acting, winning countless awards by the age of 16. Mason has an extremely high IQ and was recruited to join Mensa, went to Harvard medical school and graduated at the top of his class. Mary was a famous high-profile lawyer who's never lost a case.
And then there was Aiden. He was charismatic, attractive, and quite smart. In any normal group of students, he would be in the 98th percentile perhaps in terms of intelligence. But compared to his older siblings, he was a failure. He hasn't accomplished anything amazing yet.
And James absolutely loved to rub it in his face.
Aiden was very tired, and very angry. Nothing he did was good enough, and he damn well didn't get the support he needed from his family. Lacking even the motivation to kick James out of his room, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and attempted to shove past him.
Of course, it wasn't going to be easy.
James grabbed his shoulder as he attempted to push through and slammed him against the door frame. "Where'd you think you're going?"
Refusing to flinch from the pain, Aiden stared straight at his brother. "Fuck off."
Obviously that didn't sit well with the prideful arrogant bastard. James tried to take a swing at Aiden, but at the last moment Aiden ducked. James slammed his hand into the door frame. Aiden ducked away from his room and ran out as he listened to James yell in pain behind him.
He quickly made his way down the stairs to avoid anymore of his family members, but of course life hated Aiden. His mother stopped him just as he was about to step outside.
"Aiden. What did you do to James up there."
Making a face before turning to look at her with a poker face. "Nothing mom, everything is fine."
It was obvious that she didn't believe him. "Don't do anything to James. He has a big project that he's working on--he needs to be well-rested and confident. He doesn't need you dragging him down."
Unable to deal with any of this any longer, Aiden turned to leave.
"Aiden?"
He paused.
"Be sure to advertise my clothes at school."
Without another word, Aiden walked away to his car.
He slammed the car door shut and sat down heavily. He leaned forward and slammed his head against the steering wheel. Gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, Aiden gave a heavy sigh. This was a wonderful start to the first day of school.
By the time Aiden arrived at Constance Billiard, he had composed himself enough to keep his head held high. There was a storm brewing underneath his calm facade, but it wouldn't come out unless he was agitated... Which may happen, to be honest.
But this day couldn't get any worse, could it?
Oh it's raining.
I spoke too soon.
Location: Music video set to Constance Billiard
Interacting with: No one of importance
"The world feels so vast without you
As I look up to the sky
It's no longer blue
And all I can ask is why..."
Leila Fox was in the recording studio, recording her newest song, Dark Sky. The current time was 5 AM, and Leila was getting more anxious by the minute. She needed to get to school, she didn't want to be late on the first day.
But the more agitated she felt, the more her singing wavered. Retry after retry... It was obvious her mother and the producer were getting increasingly frustrated.
In the industry that never sleeps, Leila never got a break. Even for school.
"Leila. I know that you want to get to school, but this is really a priority." A voice came through her headphones. It was her producer. "But the more you panic, the longer it's going to take. So just take a few seconds to take a deep breath and to refresh okay?"
Biting her lip and bowing her head in shame, she replied in a small voice. "Yes sir..."
So she did. She closed her eyes, took a sip of water and breathed. Dark Sky was a bittersweet ballad about heartbreak. The lilting memory, the sad serenade... It was enough to bring a tear to Leila's eyes when she first heard the demo tape. She had never been in love... But being the empathetic person that she was, she could imagine.
Opening her eyes once more, she nodded. "I'm ready."
She closed her eyes and sang, painting a scene in her head with each word. This time, she wasn't stopped once. Glancing out of her little recording area, she saw her mother flash her a thumbs up.
Crap. Recording took a lot longer than she had hoped. Leila ran out of the car, unable to bear being stuck in traffic any longer. Who knew when she would arrive if she didn't run? In her high heels and skirt, she ran as fast as she could, her feet causing many splashes from the puddles on the ground.
10 minutes late, she arrived at Constance Billiard. Pushing her wet hair out of her face, she took a seat in the assembly, hoping that no one had noticed her late entrance | “I'm finally living the dream.”
-Leila FoxT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Emmaline Leila Fox
|Nickname|
Leila
Leila is her official stage name, and the name Emmaline is something she doesn't advertise. She thinks that Emmaline sounds like an old-person name, and Leila Fox just has a better ring to it, doesn't it?
|Birth Date|
April 16th, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Secret
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
|Role|
The Voice
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leila is drop dead gorgeous.
Her stunning brown eyes are captivating, whether they be looking into a camera or someone else's eyes. Her luscious brown hair flows down to her waist. She has very fair skin, and her figure is slender, with curves just in the right places. Standing at 5'8, Leila isn't the tallest celebrity to exist but it's okay. She's very good at wearing high heels.
|Clothing Style|
Leila is a very fashionable girl. She had to be, you never know when someone is going to take a picture. She owns a lot of designer clothing, and her wardrobe is rather expansive. She has dresses--both formal and casual--designer jeans, the latest tops, jackets of every kind, adorable shoes... Leila tries to make sure that whatever she wears is instagram-worthy.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Leila has both of her earlobes pierced, and no tattoos.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Singing (music in general)
✔Dancing
✔Reading
✔Social Media
✔Her fans
✔Friends
✔Hot Chocolate
✔The smell of rain
✔Cinnamon on toast
✔Tea
✔Animals
✘Failure
✘Not meeting expectations
✘Bugs
✘The sound of 3D surfaces being scratched
✘Crying
✘Being bored
✘Paparazzi
|Hobbies|
Art | Music | Napping
|Habits|
Plays with hair
Fidgets
Tilts her head a lot
|Fears|
☠Failing
☠Her fans turning against her
☠Falling
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Perfectionist ♦ Cheerful ♦ Bright ♦ Kind ♦
Despite being a child star, Leila isn't like what you'd expect a typical child star to be.
She hasn't turned to drugs, isn't constantly in a scandal in terms of boys, and she's not an entitled snob. Quite the opposite, Leila is extremely humble. She always strives to be her best--she actually gets good grades in school! Gasp!--and she makes sure to treat everyone with kindness. Leila has a lovely, welcoming presence, and she has no shortage of friends. She's charismatic, charming with just a hint of sassy.
She's a perfectionist. Leila has a need to be perfect. Her expectations of herself are extremely high and anything less isn't tolerated. Leila freaks out when she gets grades less than an A, feels depressed when a fan speaks badly of her, and is really bad at being spontaneous. She often takes bigger bites than she can swallow, and overloads herself with work and school. She allows people's opinions to dictate who she is, and any negative feedback causes her to die a little inside.
When she's in the spotlight, Leila is confident, sexy, dynamite. When she's on stage, she truly comes to life as she channels everything she has into her performances. She's the celebrity girl-next-door, and in the media she's considered the "American Sweetheart".
Despite her being humble and not a snob, Leila is used to the finer aspects of life. She's not conceited, but she sure is spoiled. She's very materialistic and doesn't really think too hard about money. She's not a compulsive spender, but she does spend a lot.
Leila also has trouble trusting people. Being exposed to the darker realities of the world at a very young age, she has become rather cynical and pessimistic. This is a side that she doesn't display very often, and combined with her low self-esteem... She's gradually losing sight of herself.
Leila is very cautious about her image... But she loves partying. She loves boys. And she hopes that it won't leak to the press.
|Place of Origin|
Chicago, Illinois
|History|
Leila was born as Emmaline Fox to a rather unassuming, normal family. But her childhood was far from normal.
Her mother was a textbook stage mom. When she was blessed with a talented, beautiful child she immediately put her to work. Leila was put into pageants, taken to auditions and more auditions from a very young age. Leila did go to school... At first. But eventually dropped out and had private tutors so she could focus on being an actress and pageant girl at the time. As a result, Leila never really had friends.
Leila's mother pushed her very hard. Leila didn't have a lot of time to play and interact with people her own age. She was constantly surrounded by producers, other actors and adults in general as she was whisked away to work. Leila's mom, Sarah expected perfection. If she didn't make an audition, or win a pageant, she was reprimanded. This was the cause of her perfectionism. All she wanted was her mother's approval.
Leila tried very hard to meet her mother's expectations, and she was rewarded. She became famous as a child star when she was 4. From a very young age, she was exposed to shady corrupt producers, and the fact that image was everything.
During her 'middle school' years, Leila got a reputation for being dumb and uneducated for not going to a school. Her mother's determination to keep her daughter in a good light, combined with Leila's desire to go to school, Sarah finally conceded and enrolled her at the famous school, Constance Billard Leila was ecstatic. It was finally her chance to make friends. Her middle school years was also when Leila decided to focus on being a pop star to try to grow out of her child star phase.
With her popularity as a pageant queen and child star backing her up, Leila became a successful pop star, her music being played over radio, being featured on music shows... She's also been nominated for a few awards. Leila loves acting, and modelling... But music and singing is her true passion.
Leila worked very hard to balance school, work and social life. Although at times she was forced to take breaks by her doctor, she managed pretty well considering. Although she was very awkward and unsure about how to interact with people at first, by her sophomore year she got used to being around people her age. Being the perfectionist that she is, Leila started to climb the social ladder. Going into her Junior year... Leila has established herself near the top. She's already got a lot of her plate--balancing the precarious high school life with her job, and image... Things are going to get very interesting this year.
|Extra|
She has a pet bunny named Clover
She has 2020 eyesight
Her favorite subject is history
|Theme Song|
Flashlight - Hailee Steinfeld
”When tomorrow comes I'll be on my own
Feeling frightened of things that I don't know”
U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mother - Sarah Fox. Her manager
Father - Her mother never told her who her father was
|House|
Leila lives in a Penthouse overlooking New York. It's very luxurious. An entire wall is made out of one-way glass to offer a stunning view of the city, but to someone looking up it looks like a mirror. There are many, many spacious rooms in the house--it's too small for a family of two... But Sarah has a lot of boyfriends.
Leila's room is also large with an amazing view and a balcony. Her room colors are pastel purple and blue and is furnished like it's a set for a TV show. Her artwork is taped to the walls, and so are a bunch of pictures of her and her friends. She has a canopied bed and various stuffed animals resting atop of it.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
Her mother usually has a limo come drive them around, but Leila also owns a blue Ferrari for her personal use. |
55,409 | 1,516 | 8 | 2,283 | 189 | Location: 46 East 82nd Street, then Constance Billiard
Interacting with: Jason Kent via text , Ambrose and Celine Everhart
Autumn sat at the dining room table looking down at her breakfast and sighed. She wished she could say that she was excited for her senior year to begin, but for some reason she just couldn’t shake the feeling like something was wrong. Why? Autumn didn’t know but since she was part of the student council she couldn’t skip the assembly. Even if she could she wouldn’t because that would leave a mark on her spotless records. Autumn was deep in her own thought when she was snapped back to reality by a loud crash as the twins cam thundering down the stairs at the same time and smashed in to a cabinet. “Oi! It’s 7 in the freaking morning! Can we please keep the noise to a minimum?” Autumn groaned shooting an exasperated look at her brothers.
“Aahw come on sis, rainy day got you down?” Ernest said and tried to ruffle up Autumn’s already fixed hair but she was to quick slapping his hand away from her. Growing up with 4 brothers had taught her to always be on her guard and be ready for a battle at every turn. “No, for your information, the thing getting me down is you two wreaking havoc everywhere! Do you think I wouldn’t find out you tried to sneak in stink bombs in to the assembly?” She opened her bag and took out a bag of small round pellets, her brothers faces faltered for a second but then broke in to a broad grin. “Well a prankster can try can’t he?” Patrick said as he plopped down opposite his sister. “I wonder what Ambrose would say about this?” Autumn said with a pondering face tapping her chin, “I think I’ll find out" she said putting away the bag of stink bombs and picking up her phone.
Her brothers both scoffed “Hah! It was ace who gave us the idea! He told us of the prank he set of in his freshmen assembly! We just wanted to one up him, that’s all!” Autumn narrowed her eyes “He did, did he?” She scrolled through her phone and sent a text to her friend with a small smile spreading across her face.
The twins looked at each other with furrowed brows “You didn’t have to snitch on us! Now he’ll be mad!” the protested “So? It’s not like you guy’s hang out on the regular anyways? Come on we need to book it if we want to make it in time!” She snapped and flung her bag over her shoulder.
Autumn laid her head against the car window as the Audi was winding down the streets of New York City. The twins had gotten their drivers licenses over the summer, and Autumn was more than happy not to be forced to drive them around anymore. Now it was quite the other way around, because they took every chance they had to drive. Her phone buzzed in her hand as she got a text
She sent it and went back to looking out the window at the busy people bustling on the sidewalks on their way to their jobs. Soon enough the big building of Constance Billard loomed over them. When Autumn stepped out of the car and she shivered slightly in the misty breeze, it had stopped raining but the air was still wet. She was only wearing a maroon cardigan over a simple marine dress with tights thinking it would warm up later in the day, now she was praying it would be so. She waved goodbye to her brothers as they bounded up the steps to join their group of friends and started her journey up. She nodded in acknowledgement to some people that she knew on her way up, she passed Everett and Jennifer hugging and looking very close. Huh? I didn’t know they were together… Wonder what Jay thinks about this? Autumn thought as she entered the large entrance hall and crossed towards the assembly.
Autumn scanned the hall to see if she could find an empty spot to sit when her eyes fell upon her second favorite pair of twins. She smiled and almost skipped down to where they were sitting “Well if it isn’t the Everharts! I am filled with joy!” Autumn fluttered her eyes as she sat down beside Ambrose. “How are you guys? I see you had a rough morning Ace.” She said observing her friend and noticing the dark circles under his eyes. She turned instead to Celine with a warm smile “You look radiant as always Celly!” Autumn leaned over Ambrose to kiss her best friend on the cheek and give her a swift hug before settling back in to her seat. | Jason Kent II
“Life is so very short to waste it with just one other person”
-Jason Kent
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jason Declan Kent the Second
|Nickname|
Jay
My Father is Jason. I don't have to be him yet.
|Birth Date|
July 17th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual. He will sleep with anyone.
|Sexually Active|
Yes and proud of it
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated ((Hit me up on PM if you want ))
|Role|
The Player and proud of it
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jay is not your average looking rich boy from this area. Jay is rather tall at six feet 3 inches tall. However he is quite built when it comes muscle. Jay tries to keep himself fit since it keeps him sane. He always seems to have a smirk on his face. His sky blue eyes are quite striking from up close. Jay uses his good looks to try and get even more people to be with him.
|Clothing Style|
Jay usually wears designer clothes chosen by his mother. She seems to like clothes that are a bit tight. Jay wears mostly polo shirts and jeans. He prefers simple yet expensive looking clothes. This seems to be a pattern with him.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
No Kent would ever have a tattoo or piercing. Jay does have small scar on his right bicep. It looks like a knife or sharp object.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Old Music
✔Working Out
✔ Hitting on new people
✔His Family
✔Learning more ways to fight
✔Not be a single person man
✔Playing the Piano
✘Being alone
✘Drinking
✘Drugs of any kind
✘Taxis
✘Boring people
✘Disappointing his parents
✘Having to deal with drunks
|Hobbies|
Boxing : Oddly enough Jason like a good fight. His grandfather always says that it is the Kent blood in his veins. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to fight. Jason loves a good fight.
Reading
Playing the Piano: A fine habit for a gentleman.
Wrestling: He joined the team mainly to anger his parents. They blame the bad influence of that friend of his.
|Habits|
Forgetting his dates, Losing phone numbers, drawing random pictures wherever
|Fears|
☠ That he will fail his family when he eventually becomes the family patriarch like his father and grandfather before him.
☠That he will end up alone.
☠ Messing up the family plan that was set when he was born. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Friendly ♦ Charming ♦ Tough when he has to be♦ Quick witted ♦
Jay will hit on just about anyone that he can. He loves a good party since there are so many different ways to get lucky at one of those parties. Oddly enough Jay has rules when it comes to his hookups. His main rule is that his partners are not allowed to be drunk. There is no sport in hitting on people who would not remember it in the morning. Also that is just repulsive. The real question is why he does what he does. To his numerous exes, it is because he is a jerk. That all he cares about is number one. However if you really looked at how he acts you would see a different reason. Jason seems to almost need to have new relationships. He loves those first feelings more than he likes the feeling of long term relationships. The short term is much better in his eyes. His preferred method of seduction is try to keep his person on their toes or off kilter. It is much easier that way. The strangest thing is that he does not cheat. Not really at least. He prefers one night stands and such over long term relationships since no one can cheat on those. Usually he avoids breaking up relationships since there are more fish in the sea.
Jay will rarely stand down from a confrontation. If someone gets in his face, Jay will start punching until someone pulls him off. He does not like when people are bullying someone else. He again has no trouble punching someone for that. However this attitude leads to him getting beaten up just as much as he does the beating. This is most likely some sort of outlet for some sort of deeply seated anger.
Then there is the issue of Jay and Jason. It seems that there are two sides to Jason. Jay is the one who will hit on just about anyone. He is a major creep in every sense of the word. Jay is a fop in every sense of the word. Jay Kent is just one side of him. Jason Kent is well read and charming. He seems like a completely different person. Very few people ever see this side of him. Jason almost seems to use Jay as a way to keep people away from him. Jason Kent is the type of person who will jump in front of a bullet to save his friends.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York
|History|
From the day Jason was born, the plan was made for him. Some day he would take his father's place in the family company. Jason knew about the plan since he could walk. Jason had the pressure of the entire company to hold up since he could walk. However it did not crack Jason. He took up this stress in stride. It did not seem to bother him at all. Most of this could be attributed to his grandfather. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to someday be a great leader by teaching him different skills. He taught him to deal with stress by punching things. That is not the worse thing in their area. Jason became very good at this and clearly enjoyed it.
Jason's major flaw is that he will hit on anyone. He does not care about being with multiple people at once. He does see anything wrong with that. Jason needs some sort of entertainment as he gets closer and closer to being made the new leader of the company. So now he has a new stress to have to deal with in his life.
|Extra|
Nothing is as fun as History.
|Theme Song|
Paint It Black – Rolling Stones
”I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Father: Jason Kent Senior. - Occupation: Chairman of the Board for Kent Investments
The Original Jason Kent keeps his son on a very short leash. So his relationship with his son is weak at best. Jay tries to juggle the fact that his grandfather is training him and how that makes him his father's rival for the company.
Mother :Genevieve Kent - Occupation: Society Woman: She sits on different boards for different charities.
His mother sees Jason as her biggest project. She sees it as her job to turn Jason into a proper man by parading him around her charities. Jason likes these kinds of parties though.
Younger Sister: Margo Kent -Occupation: Student. Margo and Jason have always gotten along rather well. The two of them always seem to be on a joke that only they know.
Grandfather: Ryan Kent Occupation: Retired. Ryan Kent took it up as his job to make his grandson in a better version of his own son. Jay was taught from very young age in what he would need to do to lead the company.
|House|
Nothing but the best for the Kent family. The Penthouse overlooking Central Park is decadent and cold. Everything about it feels unnatural as if someone tried to make it look friendly but clearly failed. The Penthouse is designed very much like this. There is art all over the area.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
He is driven where ever in a chauffeured Town Car or Limo depending |
55,410 | 1,516 | 9 | 1,044 | 4,489 | E V E R E T T . W I L C O X
Location:
Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Jennifer McGowin |Cara Cara (Frankie)| Kent (Jason) via text |
It was a bit of a relief for Everett, that she loved the gift. "Don't worry about it. I got other ideas." Everett said as she took his arm and lead him inside. Today as gone good so far. She did that cute puppy dog, that was something was going to get her very far with Everett.
It didn't take long for her to getaway from him. A group of girls came and start going on and on and on about the summer and they did. They were hugging and loud. Everett knew he had a few minutes. Everett quickly pulled out his phone and shot a text to Frankie. A girl he had met due to their parents working together. It was kinda cool, whenever she came over, he got to see his parents.
From: Everette Wilcox
To: Frankie Cara Cara
Let me know when you get to bullard. You can sit us during the assembly.
Thankfully, Everett was paying just enough attention to hear his name. When he heard "we're together." He knew it was his time to put on a good face and really make a strong first impression. Now if only he cared about such things. "Morning Ladies." Everett said, his southern draw a lot stronger than he wanted it to be. He couldn't help but chuckle and grimace at just how strongly his accent came out. Everett knew all to well what he sounded like to these Northerners. He did make an effort to keep in check.
Just as soon as he got the words out it seemed they were shooed away. That suit him just dandy. That was until she said something about the party. She had been talking about that for seemed like weeks. Everett not only didn't want anything to do with the party, he also completely forgot about it. He was gonna have to ask her about that later but this wasn't the time for it, by any means.
It didn't take long for her get away from Everett when they walked into the. As ran she ran off Everett couldn't help but chuckle. "She really needs to stick around for the answers." Everett said to himself as he found an empty row of seats and took off his jacket. He sent off another text to message to Frankie telling her they were sitting. "Hope shes got that phone on vibrate." Everett said to himself. There was one more message that he had to send.
From: Everett Wilcox
To: Kent (Jason)
Brother mine, you coming to this horseshit?
Gotta huge surprise they gonna talk about.
The surprise that Everett was talking about, was an announcement. That Everett had made the USA Today All-USA preseason high school football team as a Running Back. It was a huge deal as it also meant, he was gonna be a blue chip recruit for collage ball. He was proud of that sure, it was a massive achievement by anyone standards. However, what made everything even better, what made this so sweet for Everett, was Aiden.
Last year, Everett's first year playing both ways, Iron man. It was Aiden that got all the glory around school. With Everett playing his hardest, it didn't matter how many yards or touchdown he ran or caught. No matter interceptions, sacks or fumbles he caused. It was Aiden that got the glory. In its own way that was okay for Everett, he didn't have to deal with all the fair weather friends or deal with the pressure. However, a thank you would have been lovely.
They had won the State Championship last year, which was for the school a major deal. It could done a lot easier for Everett if Aiden had put the ball where he wouldn't have taken so many hard hits. Everett never said a word to anyone about it. He wasn't gonna give him that satisfaction. They had a really good shot at repeating this year. Only two maybe three teams stood in their way, and they weren't gonna be an issue till the playoffs. Maybe this year things would be different and go a little smoother. That was a lie, it was gonna get worse but it sounded good.
So Everett sat in his seat and smiled. Adorned in his football jersey knowing that, while sitting through this assembly was suck. He was gonna have one moment. Where could look at Aiden at put him to shame, all without ever lifting a finger or saying a word and if worse came to worse. Everett already had more than a plan or two or take Aiden down a few pegs. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
55,411 | 1,516 | 10 | 2,283 | 189 | Jason Kent
Location:
Constance Billard Auditorium
Interacting With:
| Autumn Pruett via text
Everett Wilcoxvia text||
Jason looked at his book as he watched the people file into the school. It was funny how people would not see someone when they were not looking. It seemed that Jason still had his skill to keep hidden when he wanted to be. It was a skill he had learned after years of being his parent's publicity prop. It was easy to stay hidden when the crowd only saw you as the doting and perfect son. All you had to do was hide your height and hug the wall. Jason had hiding down to an art form. His book also helped with that. It was a book perfect for the lustful Jay Kent. Jason had made this alternate personality a few years before hand. Jay Kent kept the real Jason from going crazy in this mad mad world around him. Acting like some idiot seemed to really help him. Course it made him a good deal of enemies but it helped to keep the real him safe. That was all that matter. "I have got to stop reading such sad books." He said to himself as his phone buzzed. He quickly put his book away before he looked at it. It was Autumn which brought a small smile to his face. He figured he owed her for the last time he stood her up to go punch Everett in the face. It was a amazing that he could say that and mean it. He loved his life sometimes.
To: Autumn P.
From: Jason
It could be important. Or it could be nothing. However, I would love to go to lunch. I'm paying. My treat. You choose the place. I owe for the last time. I can go to the gym later.
Jason stood up and started to walk towards the auditorium. He figured he could sit near the back and never be seen. He could see Everett and Jenny sitting together. That really did not affect him all that much. He could move on easily enough. He was not the type to hold grudges or anything. Then there was that song about something like this. Jason just could not remember the name.
Before he could continue his personal rant, he got another text. This time it was from Everett. He looked at his phone and smirked at the name on the id line. That Wilcox Boy. It was his parents delightful name for Everett. They usually said it in the same tone that one would say That mildew stain or That dying Plague rat. Jason believed it was some sort of anger towards the fact that their son was friends with someone who was not on The List. That only meant that Jason was even better friends with him. He could not fully rebel against his parents since he promised his grandfather to follow their orders. Still Jason could try his best to break away from the Plan. Any kind of rebellion would have to be a peaceful one. His parents still held onto his trust fund. So that meant playing nice for now. Soon he would be the one with all the power. He looked down at his phone and started to send the text.
To: That Wilcox Boy (Everett) .
From: Jason
Of Course I will be there. My parents would have my head if I missed. Hmm... If my sources are to be believed then I think congratulations are in order, Wolf! Great job. See I told you would eventually get your reward. Also how about we meet at the gym later? I am going to lunch with Autumn but I am free after that.
Jason had his sources with different groups. He somehow had managed to get the information about Everett's team. Jay was just happy that Aiden was not going to get something like that. Jason loved to see when people he helped got their just rewards. So he stayed in the back of the the auditorium and watched the world unfold around him. | Jason Kent II
“Life is so very short to waste it with just one other person”
-Jason Kent
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jason Declan Kent the Second
|Nickname|
Jay
My Father is Jason. I don't have to be him yet.
|Birth Date|
July 17th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual. He will sleep with anyone.
|Sexually Active|
Yes and proud of it
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated ((Hit me up on PM if you want ))
|Role|
The Player and proud of it
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jay is not your average looking rich boy from this area. Jay is rather tall at six feet 3 inches tall. However he is quite built when it comes muscle. Jay tries to keep himself fit since it keeps him sane. He always seems to have a smirk on his face. His sky blue eyes are quite striking from up close. Jay uses his good looks to try and get even more people to be with him.
|Clothing Style|
Jay usually wears designer clothes chosen by his mother. She seems to like clothes that are a bit tight. Jay wears mostly polo shirts and jeans. He prefers simple yet expensive looking clothes. This seems to be a pattern with him.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
No Kent would ever have a tattoo or piercing. Jay does have small scar on his right bicep. It looks like a knife or sharp object.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Old Music
✔Working Out
✔ Hitting on new people
✔His Family
✔Learning more ways to fight
✔Not be a single person man
✔Playing the Piano
✘Being alone
✘Drinking
✘Drugs of any kind
✘Taxis
✘Boring people
✘Disappointing his parents
✘Having to deal with drunks
|Hobbies|
Boxing : Oddly enough Jason like a good fight. His grandfather always says that it is the Kent blood in his veins. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to fight. Jason loves a good fight.
Reading
Playing the Piano: A fine habit for a gentleman.
Wrestling: He joined the team mainly to anger his parents. They blame the bad influence of that friend of his.
|Habits|
Forgetting his dates, Losing phone numbers, drawing random pictures wherever
|Fears|
☠ That he will fail his family when he eventually becomes the family patriarch like his father and grandfather before him.
☠That he will end up alone.
☠ Messing up the family plan that was set when he was born. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Friendly ♦ Charming ♦ Tough when he has to be♦ Quick witted ♦
Jay will hit on just about anyone that he can. He loves a good party since there are so many different ways to get lucky at one of those parties. Oddly enough Jay has rules when it comes to his hookups. His main rule is that his partners are not allowed to be drunk. There is no sport in hitting on people who would not remember it in the morning. Also that is just repulsive. The real question is why he does what he does. To his numerous exes, it is because he is a jerk. That all he cares about is number one. However if you really looked at how he acts you would see a different reason. Jason seems to almost need to have new relationships. He loves those first feelings more than he likes the feeling of long term relationships. The short term is much better in his eyes. His preferred method of seduction is try to keep his person on their toes or off kilter. It is much easier that way. The strangest thing is that he does not cheat. Not really at least. He prefers one night stands and such over long term relationships since no one can cheat on those. Usually he avoids breaking up relationships since there are more fish in the sea.
Jay will rarely stand down from a confrontation. If someone gets in his face, Jay will start punching until someone pulls him off. He does not like when people are bullying someone else. He again has no trouble punching someone for that. However this attitude leads to him getting beaten up just as much as he does the beating. This is most likely some sort of outlet for some sort of deeply seated anger.
Then there is the issue of Jay and Jason. It seems that there are two sides to Jason. Jay is the one who will hit on just about anyone. He is a major creep in every sense of the word. Jay is a fop in every sense of the word. Jay Kent is just one side of him. Jason Kent is well read and charming. He seems like a completely different person. Very few people ever see this side of him. Jason almost seems to use Jay as a way to keep people away from him. Jason Kent is the type of person who will jump in front of a bullet to save his friends.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York
|History|
From the day Jason was born, the plan was made for him. Some day he would take his father's place in the family company. Jason knew about the plan since he could walk. Jason had the pressure of the entire company to hold up since he could walk. However it did not crack Jason. He took up this stress in stride. It did not seem to bother him at all. Most of this could be attributed to his grandfather. Ryan Kent taught his grandson how to someday be a great leader by teaching him different skills. He taught him to deal with stress by punching things. That is not the worse thing in their area. Jason became very good at this and clearly enjoyed it.
Jason's major flaw is that he will hit on anyone. He does not care about being with multiple people at once. He does see anything wrong with that. Jason needs some sort of entertainment as he gets closer and closer to being made the new leader of the company. So now he has a new stress to have to deal with in his life.
|Extra|
Nothing is as fun as History.
|Theme Song|
Paint It Black – Rolling Stones
”I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Father: Jason Kent Senior. - Occupation: Chairman of the Board for Kent Investments
The Original Jason Kent keeps his son on a very short leash. So his relationship with his son is weak at best. Jay tries to juggle the fact that his grandfather is training him and how that makes him his father's rival for the company.
Mother :Genevieve Kent - Occupation: Society Woman: She sits on different boards for different charities.
His mother sees Jason as her biggest project. She sees it as her job to turn Jason into a proper man by parading him around her charities. Jason likes these kinds of parties though.
Younger Sister: Margo Kent -Occupation: Student. Margo and Jason have always gotten along rather well. The two of them always seem to be on a joke that only they know.
Grandfather: Ryan Kent Occupation: Retired. Ryan Kent took it up as his job to make his grandson in a better version of his own son. Jay was taught from very young age in what he would need to do to lead the company.
|House|
Nothing but the best for the Kent family. The Penthouse overlooking Central Park is decadent and cold. Everything about it feels unnatural as if someone tried to make it look friendly but clearly failed. The Penthouse is designed very much like this. There is art all over the area.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
He is driven where ever in a chauffeured Town Car or Limo depending |
55,412 | 1,516 | 11 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Location:
Constance Billard Main Office > Assembly
Interacting With:
Everett via text and in person
It wasn't too long until the paperwork had been finished and placed upon the desk with another smile towards the woman behind the desk. "All done there?" the young woman replied, grabbing the paper and beginning to type the information into the computer system. "Yep, all done. Thanks again!" Franchesca chirped to her, picking up her backpack and placing it over her back. She was still quite embarrassed by the thought of being the only one at the entire school with a large, over filled backpack on the first day. No, not even the first day- the orientation. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, the faint sound of the keyboard tapping behind her.
Walking towards the assembly Franki could feel her cellphone vibrating signaling a text from the depths of her bag. She took it off promptly in the hallway and placed it on the ground. Squatting down above it she unzipped the bag and searched around for the device behind some notebooks and folders. Reading the front of the screen she saw it was from Everett. She picked the phone up in her left hand and slid the lock screen with her slender right handed pointer finger. Her dark almond eyes scanned across the text:
Let me know when you get to bullard. You can sit us during the assembly.
Franki began sliding her finger across the swype keyboard as she replied hastily. She didn't want to think her only friend here to think that he was being ignored. Everett really was her only friend here since she had moved to the upper east side. She had a lot of friends back home in the Bronx, but they lived a different lifestyle than her now, and she had often felt ostracized for this. She didn't think she had changed much, but, they had thought she did.
To: Everett
From: Franki
"Don't you mean Billard? LOL! I'm here. Had to fill out some crap. TTYS :rolleyes"
She sent the text, and filed quickly into the auditorium. Getting on her tip toes to see around and above some of the more vertically established members of the school. She quickly spotted Everett in the crowd wearing his football jersey and a smug grin. "What is that boy thinking.." Franchesca thought to herself as she strolled over to him on the bleachers. Her hand clenched into a fist as it found place at her hip, giving a small chuckle she spoke to him, "You're lucky I wasn't lost in the building or your ass would have been sitting here, smiling away while I was out there dying!" she teased, taking off her backpack as soon as possible and placing it up on the bleachers to be hidden from most of the eyes of her classmates. It was bad enough she had to walk across the room with it on, she didn't need to be wearing it during the whole assembly. Climbing up the few steps, Franki took a seat next to Everett to catch up on things, and possibly meet the friends and girlfriend he had been going on about for the last few times they had met for dinner. | Franki Caradona
“I hope you can keep up with me baby... I'm constantly on the move.”
-Franki C.T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Franchesca Mae Caradona.
|Nickname|
Franki.
Franchesca is a bit of a mouthful, don't you think?
|Birth Date|
July 21st, 1998.
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Virgin
|Relationship Status|
Single. Interested.
|Role|
The New GirlA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Franki is a very petite girl, standing at barely 5ft tall. Her father is Italian and her mother is Dominican giving her skin tone a nice tan with freckles adorning her cheeks. She has dark almond shaped eyes. that are often wide and expressive. Her natural hair color is a very dark brown, in which she tends to highlight with caramel tones. She keeps her natural curls above her shoulders or shorter, despite her mother's disapproval.
|Clothing Style|
Franki likes to keep it fresh but simple. You will catch her in skinny jeans and bold patterned blouses. She dislikes heels, adores boots. During winter time she wears a crisp white peacoat and an abundance of hats.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ear lobes double pierced on both sides.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Fashion magazines
✔ Homemade food
✔ Swimming
✔ Talking on the phone
✔ Fresh flowers
✔ Accessories
✔ Movies
✘ Eating fish
✘ Texting
✘ Hot summers
✘ The subway
✘ Working out
✘ Having long nails
✘ Rodents
|Hobbies|
Cooking. Reading. Swim Team.
|Habits|
Chewing nails. Not returning texts. Doodling.
|Fears|
☠ Loneliness.
☠ Succumbing to peer pressure.
☠ Not living up to her parent's wishes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Friendly ♦ Modest ♦ Anxious ♦ Unreliable ♦
Usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye; Franki is considered friendly until you make her feel in anyway threatened. Once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise. If you're not on her priorities she won't make an effort to keep promises or plans, making her appear to be unreliable.
Due to a strict upbringing Franki does her best in this time and age to be modest in both clothing attire, the way she speaks, acts, and treats her relationships. She hasn't been allowed to date until very recently, and wasn't even allowed to speak to boys until she was 16. Despite being held back from these experiences, she doesn't feel a need to rebel and go crazy; however, she wouldn't mind having a special someone come into her life.
|Place of Origin|
Bronx, New York.
|History|
Work was all that Franki's father knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases and got his family out of the Bronx and into the townhome they live in currently. Her mother stays at home and keeps a very strict and straight household. She loves to cook and has always kept her family well fed literally and spiritually no matter their circumstances.
The up and coming family is still adjusting to this extravagant lifestyle change, but there hasn't been many complaints between the Caradona children- both now experiencing new and exciting opportunities. Fredrick Jr with his travels and Franki with her enrollment in Constance Billard; one of the most prestigious schools in the country.
Taking on this new challenge, Franki feels very determined to make both of her parents proud of her. She is passionate to pursue something in the line of fashion, but both of her parents would rather her focus on something more concrete. They put so much work and effort into making her life worth something, and she feels it would be a huge disappointment if she were to let all that hard work go to waste.
|Extra|
Her favorite subject is Art.
|Theme Song|
Dollhouse – Melanie Martinez
”Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains”U P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Father: Fredrick Caradona - Lawyer
Mother: Isabel (Velasquez) Caradona - Housewife
Older Brother: Fredrick Jr Caradona - Traveling Abroad
|House|
The Caradona family lives in a very cookie cutter town home on the upper east side in a gated community. The only thing that sets it apart from the other houses on the block in a small Dominican flag in the front window. Inside contains: 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, a family room, and finished basement. The double garage is attached and contains all the family cars and toys.
The front and backyard are maintained by a hired crew.
|Social Status|
Upper Middle Class
|Transportation|
Franki very rarely drives the red Jeep Laredo that she earned herself.
She would rather be driven around by parents, her friends or take a taxi. |
55,413 | 1,516 | 12 | 1,044 | 4,489 | Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Everett - | Franchesca - |Jennifer really needed to work on the flaw she had about asking people questions then walking. She hoped that Everett wasn't mad at her. Her eyes gleamed with the girls she was speaking with as she saw that Everett had sat down already. Jennifer sighed then turned back towards her friends for a brief second, apologizing that she had to leave them but they were definitely going to talk later before her party later that night. She wiggled her fingers towards them and walked off, seeing a girl sitting beside Everett and she immediately got into attack mode.
Jen approached the girl and saw what she was wearing. "Oh, my god." Jen gasped. "You might need to sue whoever let you walk out of the house wearing that." With a slight devious smile towards the female her eyes trailed towards Everett, pointing at the female. "Who is this person with the hideous clothing?" She asked towards him while looking back towards the girl, raising a hand up at Everett. "Don't answer that. You." She pointed towards the girl and fluttered her fingers in a different direction while speaking. "Shouldn't you go sit with someone much more of you caliber? Like the janitor?" She chuckled a little and her friends that were close by giggled, as well.
This girl was sitting beside her boyfriend and she didn't know who she was so saw her as a potential target. She did a hair flip with a sigh while picking up the girl's backpack and throwing it a few inches away. "Shoo. And someone please get me some hand sanitizer! I just touched her things." She was the Queen Bee of the school and everyone knew not to try her because she'd definitely make your life a living hell. Her friends watched the display as she eyed Everett. "Tell this bimbo to move out of my seat so I can sit beside my boyfriend." She stood a bit cutely towards him and batted her eyelashes, glancing towards the girl with a scowl look then looking back towards Everett with a raised brow.
"Everyone please take your seats as the assembly is about to begin." Someone spoke into the microphone on the podium as Jennifer looked at the girl while now raising then furrowing a brow at her as her nostrils also flared. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
55,414 | 1,516 | 13 | 1,044 | 4,489 | E V E R E T T . W I L C O X
Location:
Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Jennifer McGowin |Cara Cara (Frankie)| Kent (Jason) via text |
The moment Cara Cara sat down. Everett knew what was gonna happen. Jen was gonna freak out.
It was a double edged sword. One on hand Everett enjoyed the possessiveness, it made him feel wanted. He didn't really ever get that from his parents. On the other hand it was a bit much to deal with. It also limited the number of friends he could have. Well, thanks to Aiden it's not like he had many options in the first place.
"Frankie, before anything happens. I want you to know, I've been there. Better than most I understand what you're going through. It's gonna suck but don't worry I got you boo-boo." Everett said with a dirty little grin, without Everett ever looking at her."There's a party tonight. We'll talk about it later." Everett said as quickly as possible.
Everett smiled at his phone. Kent wanted to go a few rounds it seemed. Who was he to say no to that?
From: Everett Wilcox
To: Kent
If you're looking for a mud hole to be stomped in your ass and have it walked dry. I'm your huckleberry. BTW, I got your girl with me. Get here now.
It was then he heard Jan's question. He smiled when he saw the hand go up. "Wrong move girlfriend." He thought to himself. He could almost get staking your ground but Everett wasn't gonna take that laying down.
There was staking your ground and going too far. This wouldn't be too far if the cackling hyenas weren't right behind Jennifer. That pissed Everett off. The janitor comment was almost funny to Everett. He'd feel more comfortable hanging out with the janitor than some of these people.
When he saw Jen toss the backpack. He knew this was gonna be a relationship defining moment. If Jen wanted to act like, that's cool but he wouldn't have any part of it. Everett knew a southernmost secret. It was fucked up to say the least and had been used on him many times before.
Everett slowly got to his feet and smiled and Jennifer. "Sweetie this is Frankie. Her father is a senior partner at my mother's law firm. She's new around here." Everett said as he learned over and picked up up Frankie's back pack."I was hoping... and... would rightly be much obliged of we could show her... A certain kindness that I was never afforded." Every word was thought out and dripping with a certain vulnerability that only Everett could pull off. Kindness, kindness so sweet it hurt. The evil gift if southern women.
If nothing else, Everett painted her into corner. She knew how bad things were at his school due to his issues with Aiden. Though he almost never talked about it. Kent would from time to time and right now, Everett really needed him to show up.
"Frankie, would you mind moving on down please? So that we three could sit together." Everett said as he handed her, her backpack. That last part was to get rid of the fucking peanut gallery behind Jen. He didn't care for them at all. He was almost certain they felt the same way about him.
"Jen I reckon Frankie might have some of that sanitizer if you'd ask her." The all important peace offer. The ball was in Jen's court now and Everett's damage had been done. It was a dangerous game he was playing and one he didn't know if he could win. But that was no reason not to play. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
55,415 | 1,516 | 14 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Location: Constance Billard
Interacting With: Amrbose Everhart , Claire Collins
As Celine and Ambrose wandered through the auditorium, a familiar, chipper voice snag in Celine's ear, and she turned quickly to see one of her favorite faces pacing towards them. Autumn, with her bright, all knowing eyes and curling smile, leaned forward and pecked Celine's check. The twin laughed in response, returning the gesture quickly before Autumn took a seat in the row before them. Celine, knowing she was needed up on stage, nodded once to her friend before turning to look at Ambrose. Her hands folded over his, and she smiled at him cheerily though her eyes seemed to scream with panic. Even if she spent most of her life in front of crowds, it didn't make the practice any easier on her.
"I gotta go up there soon, and boy am I not feeling it." She felt no need to lie to her brother, that wouldn't make her pounding heart feel nay better. So, hoping to squeeze the expressive nerves from her body, she put all her strength into her hands, and clenched her teeth tightly. "Say something to make me laugh?" She asked quietly, finding that her stress normally faded away when she hears something stupid or funny come from someone else.
Ambrose frowned, unable to help himself; when Celine was sad, or upset, or anxious, it was something he couldn't stand. He supposed that too was his parents' fault, though it didn't bother him so much, because he did love his sister, and that was just something twins were supposed to do. Removing his hands from her grip and slinging an arm around her shoulder, he offered, “I could set the fire alarm off. Go all punk rock anarchist on the place.”
It probably wouldn't reflect too well on the Everhart family, though.
“But you'll be fine. Just – uh, do that thing for show and tell where you pretend everyone's naked.” The suggestion was slightly hesitant, especially since Ace had only attended classes where presentation was required once or twice in total, hence the lower grades. As an afterthought, he grimaced, and added, “But not me, please. Uh, anyway! You've still got some time, I think, so maybe... I dunno, meet up with your friends and do friend... stuff.”
The assembly hall was starting to get crowded as more students started coming in. Claire had yet to see the twins and her text messages had gone unanswered. The assembly was about to start soon, they have got to be in here somewhere. Frantically looking around, her eyes roving around the sea of unrecognisable heads, she finally found what she was looking for.
The twins, Celine and Ambrose were already seated as she guessed with Autumn next to them. Spotting an empty seat next to Celine, Claire scurried over to her position as quick as she could, getting over and taking the seat and she greeted the siblings with a wave. "Hey Celine! Didn't you get my message? Wait, are you still nervous?" Directing another wave towards Ambrose, she said "Hi Ace. Good morning! Nice to see you again." Leaning over to Autumn, she gave a quick wave as well, mouthing a "hi" to the her as well.
Claire then began to place her best friend's palms in hers, rubbing it to give her some support. "You'll do fine. I know it. Just do it like you've practiced it like always. If it helps just pretend that Ace and I are putting on a show here..and stuff.."
"What she said," Ace said helpfully, nodding in greeting to Claire (and feeling the familiar heat of embarrasment burn up the back of his neck). He'd checked his phone quickly while she was speaking to see what the buzz was, and realised it was from Jennifer. "You just need to – sit there and look pretty, and then we rush to get ready for this party thing or whatever. Easy. Speaking of – are you going?"
The last bit was directed to Claire.
"Party? Oh yes! Of course, I'll be attending. I hope you will be too. It'll be a shame to miss you there. The party will definitely need some of your roguishness charm, that's for sure." As she ended the statement, Claire gave him a knowing wink, hoping he caught on to what she was referring to. Turning over her attention to Celine, she echoed her brother's words. "Yes dear, you've practiced and rehearsed for this many times now, you'll do fine. Just look at us if that helps, and remember your lines. Remember we'll be rooting for ya!"
Feeling some calmness from Ace's words she sighed gently, ignoring the beading sweat that had formed on the back of her neck. The thought of him turning on the fire alarm and running around like a mad man was funny to her, and she half-wished the plan could be an actuality, but that wouldn't be very good for Mummy and Daddy's image. Sigh once, she settled in a seat and counted her worries. The thought of messing up her words or stumbling on stage terrified her, the idea that she could viewed as a stuck up brat or, even worse, a copy of her parents made her heart ache, and as she pushed down her fingers with each worry that sang in her head her anxiety seemed to waver slightly. It was an odd method she used, but counting away her problems always seemed to calm Celine. Maybe it was because she was a fan of order, and adding a number to a thought felt much neater then letting them all fester within her mind.
As suddenly as some of her worries faded, Claire appeared, and took up Celine's hand after it had been dropped by Ambrose. Relaxing strokes soothed her mind, and Celine couldn't fight the large smile that glared proudly on her face. Claire's words of wisdom managed to ease her last few doubts, and with a confident look she straightened and clutched her friend's hand tightly.
"Thanks, guys. I'm feeling a bit better now..." She said gently, gray eyes sparkling with determination. Her mind turned briefly towards the idea of the party and a sheepish grin plastered across her face. Parties weren't her strong suite either, really, but it would be a good chance to catch up with everyone. Celine's eyes connected with the stage, eyebrow raising at the familiar person sittin in one of the chairs, and then she turned to look at her brother and friend. Even though it was faint, she could see the slightest touch of pink to Ace's cheeks, and she hid a smirk as she realized it was better to leave them alone. Finally feeling a bit inspired she stood, shimmying passed Claire to stand in the auditorium aisle, "I should start heading up there, then. See you guys after the assembly." And with a final nod she wandered warily towards the stage, talking a seat next to Chandler. | “Though she be but little, she is fierce.”
-ShakespeareT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Celine Sima Everhart
|Nickname|
Celly, Cell, Cells - honestly Celine has countless nicknames from her friends and family. Ambrose often comes up with most of them, though. One of her favorite nicknames was coined by her grandmother, though; 'Celty'.
|Birth Date|
12/21/97
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
The Class President
P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Angular and yet delicate, Celine is a rather plain looking girl with eyes that seem to shine like silver. She is of average height, standing a bit over 5'6", and seems to have barely filled out since childhood. She boasts a slender body with no notable curves, and moves gracefully as a dancer should be. Her skin is mostly clear and pale, though there are some scars left behind from childhood scrapes on her knees and elbows. Celine has an strong jaw, much like her brother, though it is matched with a gentle face and intelligent gray eyes.
Due to her high class upbringing, Celine is blessed with very good posture and an extremely serious resting-expression. Her presence is imposing despite her meager appearance, and she walks with a high head despite her constant worries. Celine rarely wears expressive makeup, and normally sticks to nude colors and mascara only. Despite her initial; slender frame, Celine is surprisingly fit and flexible from years of gymnastics and dance.
|Clothing Style|
Celine dresses comfortably, but due to her parents, incredibly professionally. Sweaters and skirts are her usual go-to outfit, and she has an intense love for small, casual dresses and ankle boots. She will at times be seen wearing rather gaudy outfits, but this is usually when she has an important interview, or when she is visiting her parents.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Countless tiny scars from falling down while playing in her youth. Also has a tramp stamp that almost no one seems to know about besides some past friends.
E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Reading and writing - loves to proofread things as well.
✔ Music (mostly classical, hip-hop, and rap)
✔ Science - especially biology and chemistry
✔ Photography
✔ Cats - she feeds the neighbor kitties whenever she can
✔ Adrenaline inducing feats (ex. heights, roller coasters, ect.)
✔ Her brother
✘ Mirrors
✘ Spicy foods, mostly curry
✘ Her parents
✘ Being left alone or being ignored
✘ Dogs
✘ People who complain about work or school
✘ Dance
|Hobbies|
✏ Writing stories and poetry, as well as song lyrics.
✏ Reading, anything and everything! Celine even has fun studying.
✏ Photography - she loves taking pictures of the city.
✏ Dancing. Though she doesn't really enjoy it, it's a hobby nonetheless.
|Habits|
✂ Chewing on her pencils and pens.
✂ Tapping her finger when thinking, normally to her chin or desk.
✂ Glaring off into space when she doesn't even mean it.
|Fears|
☠ Failure - Celine shudders at the thought of failing from her parents pressure in the past.
☠ Abandonment, the thought of being left behind hurts her. Badly.
☠ Being alone or ignored, as it had happened in middle school. Silence drives her mad.
☠ Losing her brother in some way shape or form - she simply can't imagine life without him.
E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Honest ♦ Intelligent ♦ Passionate ♦ Self-loathing ♦
Though at first glance Celine is a normal, plain-looking honors student, those around her in the classroom and at home will realize she is quite the leader. With her passionate presence and bright mind, she strives to make the best choices for herself and those she leads as student president. Her goals are set high, and she often spends most of her time reaching for them rather then resting or relaxing. Celine is a hard worker, and often spends most of her time working or studying or practicing, and she is constantly relying too much on herself. With this in mind, most may see her as a lone wolf who works alone, though she is anything but introvert. She loves to talk to people and make friends, and while she isn't a social butterfly she knows her words and how to make friends. Though, she is honest to a fault at times, and may be a bit naive when it comes to meeting new people.
Despite her general wish to be the best she can be, Celine suffers from a slight panic disorder and has a complex against herself. She blames herself for Ambrose's childhood, often saying that if she wasn't born then their parents wouldn't have to compare them. Celine believes she is a despicable person, and as such avoids mirrors and photos as much as possible. When those ask about her general disdain for looking at herself, she simply says that she has no need to view herself at any point in time and then promptly changes the subject. As for the panic disorder, well, when she is overly stress or nervous she often suffers from panic attacks. Having a weak constitution she often gets very sick very easily, and often stays home due to intense colds or migraines.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York
|History|
Celine was the golden child, the 'better sibling', the one who would go on to do great things. Those were just a few of the things her parents would say, all while little Ambrose would look on, ignored and lonely. She would watch him in school, quietly ignoring the bullying he suffered, and she would quietly cry tears for her older brother at night as she clung to another book her parents gave her. Celine grew up with a schedule full of classes and practices. Math tutor at one, dance at two, flute practice at three, all those classes she could still remember by number and name, poured from her hands and filled her mind with the knowledge that most twelve-year-olds couldn't even comprehend. And it was stressful. The panic attacks set in around the age of thirteen, and she was diagnosed with a panic disorder in the same year.
By that time the twins were in middle school, and Celine went through that year in high honors, though she was often home sick with stress fevers and stomach aches. The teachers adored her nonetheless, but she felt a bit awkward around them due to their distaste of her brother, who she had started to consider her best friend. And as Ace's rebellious childhood grew into teenage angst and drama, Celine continued on with her academic path, as her parents so wished.
Ah yes, her parents. They controlled her every move in her preteen life, and her face became well known around the family's business as she was often brought to executive parties for her folks to show off. She felt more like a doll then a person as her mother dressed her in gleaming gowns and curled her long hair so delicately. Celine felt suffocated at these events, and eventually, at the age of fourteen she cut off all her hair and put her foot down. A few weeks later, she and her twin brother were sent off to live in a penthouse so that they would be closer to school.
And farther away from the bloodline.
Celine's high school experience has been something to be proud of. She worked hard in the student council, using her obtained charisma and passion as a key to her winning the class presidential election in the end of her junior year. She has been healthy recently, but as college application deadlines grow closer her stress levels have begun to rise higher then usual.
|Extra|
Has a lovely little inhaler for when she has trouble breathing.
Favorite Subject? English or art!
|Theme Song|
Youth – Daughter
”We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth”
P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Ambrose - Celine adores Ace. She would do anything for her older brother, and she loves him regardless of his awful work ethnic and general disdain for school and 'the system'. Though Celine often finds his over-protectiveness to be a bit crazy at times, she appreciates his efforts to care for her. She will often try to help him study, and can get quite stern with him when he comes home after doing something dangerous or stupid, but in the end it's all out of love.
Mother and Father - Evangeline and Bruce Everhart, Eva is a CEO for a major fashion industry and Bruce is the Chancellor of a large university. They haven't been keeping in touch,, and Celine couldn't be more at peace with that thought. After the hair-cutting incident, they seem to have become uninterested in her current life style, and their general workaholic life styles seemed to have finally swallowed them up whole. Celine is fine with the distance they have now, and is looking forward to a future completely away from their influences.
Grandmother and Grandfather - Celine loves her grandparents. Though she can't relate to them as much as her brother can. Grandma often doted on the two of them, and Celine loves to hear her stories of the past, and Grandpa often complimented how hard Celine worked to get to where she was. She couldn't imagine her life without them, and she quietly prays to them everyday as a sign of thanks for their influence on Ace.
|House|
The penthouse that Celine and Ambrose share is made up of three separate units combined and had been pre-furnished by their parents before they moved in. Celine spends most of her time in the small library or on the balcony.
|Social Status|
High Class
|Transportation|
Celine does not drive, instead walks everywhere or has Ace drive her around. |
55,416 | 1,517 | 0 | 500 | 812 | 356 A.U., Season of the Fireheart(Summer), Year of the Moon.
In the Kingdom of Arcadia, in the capital, Arcia, a large festival is being prepared at night for the marriage of a young Priestess. The Summer winds are cool, the flowers are showcasing their magnificent beauty, and the sun is shining through the clouds brilliantly. Throughout the bustling streets is building of some sorts, either be it a house or a shop. Around these buildings is some type of alleyway, filled with the pipes that were built by Alchemists in order to provide a different assortments of needs, whether it be water, ventilation, or magma. In the center of Arcia lies the Town Center. It serves as a hub for trade, conversation, and gatherings. In the middle of the center lies a fountain statue of Mère holding her children. Around the center are small stalls set up by travelling merchants, who'm sell extravagant goods from foreign countries, races, and artifacts. It was a peaceful day...
Anthony
Anthony walked through the streets, his blade sheathed on his side. In his right hand were some flowers, which he had bought for his sister as an early congratulations for her wedding today. Though he was against it at first, he gave in to her plea's. Still, he protested it silently within his head. The only thing that truly forced him to allow her to marry was that as long as she was happy, he would be. "She should be around here in the Town Center...." He mumbled to himself silently, pushing past the different amounts of people within the Town Center. There were a few number of people, mainly due to the festival being built at the moment. In fact, there were a couple of actors on the stage, which was yet to be decorated with scenery, who were practicing. Anthony was one of the actors who'm would be fighting on the stage. He was to be dueling with, hilariously, the man who would be marrying his sister!
Elizabeth
Elizabeth sat silently on the fountain, staring into the water at herself as she examined her dress through the waters reflection. She moved her hair out of her face and smiled, her bright blue eyes shining beautifully. As she stood up, she looked up over towards the stage, her curiosity growing as to what the play would be about, and what part her brother would have. She was in the play, in fact, to sing as a muse in the story. Her thought was broken when she saw Anthony walking with the flowers. She smiled widely and ran over. "Anthony! I'm so glad you made it!" She yelled out as she ran over to him. | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,417 | 1,517 | 1 | 1,021 | 268 | ~Æmire~
"Mother, What should I bring to satisfy The Council and guarantee my chance in their ranks?" Æmire had asked his Mother, also The Queen of Izzeterine's country. "Nothing is guaranteed, but I can assure you that your magic and you staff is all you need. Once they see that you are sincere, they should allow your presence in the Council, especially since our representative have recently died..." She had said then kissed Æmire on his forehead. "Be careful, you will have to move into human territory. As long as you conceal your tattoo and Mana Ring, you should look like a normal human being to them and shouldn't think twice about your presence... humans aren't too cautious about their surroundings like we are, so you should be able to pass by them without conflict and get to The Council. I love you son and I pray that Mère watches over you during your travels. Now say your farewells to your father and you may depart for your journey." She said bowing then leaving to her room. Æmire bows in return then heads to his Fathers room. "Farewell Father, I love you!" Æmire says to his father while his father is asleep then heads for his Journey.
After a long and tedious journey, Æmire finally makes it to the city of Arcia, only to be greeted by Guards. "State your propose!" Guards asked Æmire, for which he replies "Name is Æmire Xon Willow and my purpose is to participate the Wedding of Elizabeth Tite and to discuss my potential in The Council of Mère." He told the guards. "You may enter..." They told him as they opened the gates to the city. Æmire walks in with the gates closing behind him. Hmp... this might be more difficult than I thought... I have no idea who this Elizabeth looks like nor do I know when anything seems to be happening... Æmire thought to himself. He later noticed a notice hanging on one of the walls of a shop. 'Play near Town Center, featuring Anthony Tite! Please come and cheer for Anthony Tite before they depart for the ceremonial wedding of his sister, Elizabeth Tite!' After Æmire read the notice, he headed towards Town Center and sits down on a bench near the Mère statue. "Ah such a beautiful statue... it's ironic that humans aren't as close to her as we are yet they still cherish her... I guess love meets no bounds..." He said to himself waiting for the announcements for the play to commence so he may discuss business with Anthony and Elizabeth Tite. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,418 | 1,517 | 2 | 297 | 1,107 | Goliath looked toward Arcia as he walked upon the its outskirts. "So....this is the place where the wedding is supposed to take place. Well it looks much more festive then my birth place." Goliath said as he moved toward the capital. He turned his head to check on Edelweiss. She always took constant naps and Goliath was used to carrying her around. He carried her as if he was giving her a piggy back ride. "We are almost there little one. Wake up." Goliath said hoping she would open her eyes. He figured she wouldn't want to miss the festival and all the other activities that were going to take place. He knew for a fact that everything was going to be strange to him. Mauscin had to spend their entire life going through life and death situations, yet humans spent much more time celebrating thing that he believed to be pointless. "Edelweiss owes me a drink for carrying her this far." | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,419 | 1,517 | 3 | 500 | 812 | Edel always had a tendency to nap at such random times. Her chin rested on Goliath's shoulder as she went through one of her many naps, the girls was constantly tired, it was a rather strange habit of hers to do such a thing. Edelweiss murmured inaudible phrases as Goliath asked her to wake up. "Hmm..." She yawned and slowly opened one eye, just to get a rough view of where they were. "Are we there yet?" She exhibited such a child-like behavior for a grown woman.
The two have been traveling together for quite some time, so by now Goliath was used to this behavior. In the beginning he had the tendency to be very rude towards her, but as the two traveled more, Goliath learned to appreciate the girl's company and the fact that she was so willing to learn under his tutelage. Edelweiss was always so tired, even as a child she was lazy, clumsy, and slow. It was amazing how she could even pick up a lance and shield. It was hard to get the girl motivated, especially during training sessions(She even skipped out on meals so she could have extra time to sleep), and with the festival, Edel is trying to save up her energy so she can binge on food and explore.
The petite giant placed her hands on Goliath's shoulders and sat up, finally waking up from her noon nap. "We are there... Right?" She mumbled. Edelweiss was far too groggy to get off of his back, so she remained there for the time being as he walked along. The two finally made it to the front gates to be stopped by the guards who went over procedures before allowing them to pass. My my my, this city was very strict, they must have very little crime? It was then that they took their first steps-Well, Goliath did. Edel was still on his back- inside the city. "Goliath." The girl whined and swung her legs back and forth through the crook of his arm. "Let's do something!" | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,420 | 1,517 | 4 | 1,021 | 268 | ~Æmire~
"I actually need to move and get ready, I can sense a change in mood..." Æmire said to himself, then suddenly the Alchemized Ship flew overhead. "Ughh... that contraption is one of many reasons why our races can't get along..." He said to himself as he stood to reposition himself when suddenly he bumped into Anthony Tite. "I apologize, I wasn't watch-" Suddenly he realized he was the same man he saw on the notice earlier that day. "S-Sorry!" Anthony said as he ran past Æmire. "Wait! I have important information I need to get, come back Anthony!" He yelled out running towards the man who was getting farther away from him. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,421 | 1,517 | 5 | 297 | 1,107 | Goliath let out a sigh when he heard Edelweiss wine. "Well what would you like to do?" Goliath said as he continued to walk. He didn't mind carrying her around, she was pretty light. "I plan on renting a room at the inn so we have a place to rest. Festivals are normally more active and lively at night." Goliath then put it to some thought. "Well if you really want to do something then we will look around. I am wondering how long you intend on having me carry you. Lancers have strong legs and they won't get strong with me holding them all day. Then again. I'm sure a lot of men would love to get a hold of your legs." Goliath looked around at all the people that were celebrating. "Sure is pretty weird to celebrate something that doesn't involve them. This is nothing like my ceremony. What do you think Edelweiss?" | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,422 | 1,517 | 6 | 500 | 812 | Seong-Mei Li had spotted the ship over head and sighed. Those loud obnoxious things always gave her such a migraine. She rubbed her temples in agitation and walked, unsure f where she was going as her eyes were pressed shut. As she walked she felt someone run in to her at full speed. She shouted in shock and slight pain as she hit the ground. "O-ow...!!" She looked up at the guy who had hit her, it wad a man she knew as Æmire. "Are you okay...?" She asked as she looked over at him. | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,423 | 1,517 | 7 | 1,021 | 268 | Qiang drifted with the crowd, he seemed to be approaching the town square or at least he thought he was, from snatches of conversation overheard he knew there was some sort of play on and as he had nothing better to do right at this moment... If there was one thing the short lived did right it was celebrations, it was as if somewhere they knew that time was catching up with them and they better make the most of it, the wildness and debauchery of the short lived was sadly not mirrored by the old. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,424 | 1,517 | 8 | 297 | 1,107 | Goliath continued to look around. He came to an occasional stop when Edelweiss had to catch up. He eventually heard Edelweiss mention something about a watching something. Goliath turned to see what Edelweiss was pointing to. "A play? Why would you want to see something that isn't real. It is disgraceful to pretend on such matters that affect people every day." Goliath let out a sigh. "But if that is what you want then I guess so." Goliath then put thought to her earlier statement about food. "You sure can be needy can't you? What did you have in mind to eat?" Goliath thought about what was going on. His head was hurting from it all. Everything looked so cheerful. Everyone was at peace. Goliath turned to look at Edelweiss. She looked like she enjoyed what was going on. "Guess I really don't belong in this kind of society." He mumbled. | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,425 | 1,517 | 9 | 500 | 812 | Seong-Mei Li nodded and took in his words with a sigh. "I see..." She pulled herself up and dusted herself off. "But you're going to the council you say? Well. I actially need to speak with them." She crossed her arms and sighed. "I have urgent buisness with them that is of the utmost importance..." She looked around and moved the hair out of her face. "Danger is coming.. and I'm not sure of what." She looked at him with a stern expression as she spoke. "But I could use some help in dealing with all of this council buisness and in dealing with the council. Perhaps you'd like to help?" | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,426 | 1,517 | 10 | 1,021 | 268 | You know me Seong-Mei... as long as I am not fighting, I will help... especially since I'm trying to get into The Council I don't want to leave a negative connotation in my presence as their first impressions... I'm actually suppose to try and meet up with them to gain access to their ranks after this play from Anthony's sister, and I would only know her by her last name Tite. Æmire told Seong-Mei in response to her request. He then payed his attention to the screen during the play and saw a Woman address herself as Elizabeth Tite. As she was explaining the play, Æmire pointed at her while looking at Seong-Mei. Her! She's supposed to be the one helping me get access to the council... but she doesn't even know I exist so gaining her trust might be difficult, or easy depending on how gullible humans are." He whispered to Seong-Mei.
The play had started and Æmire leaned back. Ah so a bit of history... I hope this 'mage' they mentioned used magick instead of Alchemy... otherwise that be a disgrace to the term Mage... Æmire had thought to himself. He enjoyed the play so far, so he can't really judge their play negatively... As those two on stage were fighitng, Æmire would think and observe their fighting techniques. I hope they don't cut themselves like the klutz they might be... He once again thought to himself. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,427 | 1,517 | 11 | 297 | 1,107 | Seong- Mei Li nodded, giving him a thank you as the play began. She found the both of them a good spot as she watched. She found productions like this silly and unimportant. Such spectacles were usually crude and not very well done. She could see just how unprepared the actors were for the fight seen. It looked very clunky and fake. She sat close to Æmire as she inspected every aspect of the play. | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,428 | 1,517 | 12 | 500 | 812 | Edel was expecting this behavior. Though he was right... It was rather childish to watch a play, but it was a festival after all. She watched as he walked off, knowing that he would most likely cool down afterwards, Edel didn't have any intent to chase after him, he would be better off to think on his own, for now at least.
She turned her attention towards the play, which soon led to her dozing off, and soon after... She fell asleep. Edelweiss's shoulders were hunched over as her head tilted downwards, soft sighs could be heard from her as she slept peacefully during the play.
How could a girl like her be a lancer? She was lazy, quiet, and frail looking. Though this personality masked a very determined girl, she just needed a little motivation to get the job done. But since it was a festival, just for today she was able to do as she pleased. | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,429 | 1,517 | 13 | 1,021 | 268 | Qiang wandered around the crowd taking in the atmosphere, the bustle and chatter of the young, once he found a clearer spot with a good view of the stage he stopped and turned to watch, A woman stood in the middle of the stage, clad in a glowing white dress, the crowd went silent as she spoke, her voice carrying far. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,430 | 1,517 | 14 | 500 | 812 | Seong-Mei Li simply sat in silence, her eyes holding steady staring in to space. She begam to tune out everything, lost in her own thoughts. While she had never been fond of plays or musicals the girls voice held something in her mind. It carried some weight in her thoughts. | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,431 | 1,517 | 15 | 1,021 | 268 | Æmire was adoring the song... until a group halted the play and took her away. The Stage was set ablaze, and he immediately recognized that Anthony was part of The Order. More specifically the fact he was a Paladin. "Shit..." He swore under his breathe. He closed his eyes and suddenly a Mana Ring appeared behind his back. He then took some of the water vapor in the air to create liquid water and put the fire out. Once he was done The Mana Ring dissipated. Goddess please forgive me, but please I hope to you that Anthony or Elizabeth or anyone important saw that Mana Ring... He thought to himself. He then looked at Seong-Mei. "Seong-Mei... follow me now!" Æmire demanded as he quickly chased after Anthony. Finally after some time he gets to him, and looks into The Church to see The Council acting like nothing happened, then beside him was a furious Anthony. "Hello, it appears we meet again although for more serious measures..." He had said then walked into The Church. "Was that necessary?" Æmire said putting his hands up with the palms facing the ceiling, giving the body signal of 'what the fuck' sign. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,432 | 1,517 | 16 | 297 | 1,107 | Leona quickly covered Joseph as the scene unfolded, only relaxing when the pretty girl and the large men were far gone into the darkness. She noticed a few interesting-looking individuals follow not far behind. She turned to Joseph and knelt beside him. "Go home. Go straight to your mother. Don't leave her sight until morning. If things settle down, I'll be back soon, okay? I swear." She added the last bit when she saw his disappointed frown. She smiled and ruffled his hair, then ran off in the direction that some of the others had gone. I hope I can keep my promise, she thought.
Leona stayed close to the shadows, moving at a fast but steady pace. She saw that one or two people ahead of her had the exact same idea. Not too far ahead, the men and the cute girl where standing, facing a red-headed boy and a boy with blue hair, along with some of the other interesting people she saw follow in earlier. They seemed to be confused. She stopped in the shade of a tall building and took out her bow, picking an arrow and getting ready to draw it back. She stood in a defensive position, eager to attack if need be. | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,433 | 1,517 | 17 | 500 | 812 | The priests...no, the Council themselves, stood in front of all the strangers. "Ah, welcome my children...I am Pope Leo the VI. This was a misunderstanding, I'm sure you have noticed. Please sit...we can explain the situation." This man seemed to be in his mid-50's, but acted as if he was a young adult. Either way, he had a spark in his eyes, and his voice was soothing nonetheless.
Anthony
Anthony growled at this act, but kept his anger down. He knew if he had struck back against the Council in any way, he would be hunted by the entire city and labeled as a 'heretic'. He sat, crossing his legs and spreading his arms out on the church benches, listening to what these men had to say in order to justify their kidnapping. Even if it was a just reason, he still had a furious heart. | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,434 | 1,517 | 18 | 1,021 | 268 | Hm...? Edelweiss looked up at Goliath who had mysteriously decided to show up, which he had done so before, so the girl was used to it. "I apologize..." She murmured, which was the only thing she could currently say at the moment.
"... I am Pope Leo the VI. A voice cooed. It appeared as though the whole council had decided to show up as well. What a delightful party.
Her lance and shield retracted and was slung around her back. The small girl sat politely on one of the benches, her focus on the Pope. She was curious as to what they had to say, and how they were going to explain themselves for their actions causing this situation to unfold. Edelweiss's hands rested on her lap, with her thumbs twiddling with one another.
Her eyes glanced at Goliath, a slight mumble escaped her lips, "What are you waiting for? Sit?" She then turned her attention back to the pope. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,435 | 1,517 | 19 | 297 | 1,107 | Goliath listened to the Pope and then heard Edelweiss. He looked at her with a cold look. A look that she had not seen since Goliath tried to kill her. This showed Edelweiss what mood he was in. "I have no intentions of sitting." Goliath said in a cold tone. Goliath turned back to face the pope. "I don't really carry of your excuses. You kidnapped a girl and vandalized the play. Not to mention the fire that could have hurt plenty of innocent lives. That fact that you think there is a single excuse for your actions is pathetic." Goliath had no anger in his tone. It was cold and menacing. Goliath had a tight grip around his spear. He knew that the paladin who worked for the council would most likely be the first to come between him and the council. "Hearing your excuse is going to give me only the more reason to hate the council." | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,436 | 1,517 | 20 | 500 | 812 | Lyarea turned her head slightly as a man in blue spoke up. It looked like he'd come to the same conclusions she had. He'd also put out the fire, to her relief. Apparently the Council members had planned for that too.
"I have no intentions of sitting," a cold voice rang out. With a glance at the aisles, she realised it was the living sword. "You kidnapped a girl and vandalized the play," he continued. "Not to mention the fire that could have hurt plenty of innocent lives. The fact that you think there is a single excuse for your actions is pathetic."
She was surprised. Whether the voices' description of him was metaphorical or not, she had not expected him to be bound by morals.
"I agree," she spoke after him as clearly as she could. Two years of wandering had reduced her Vradi accent to nigh-unnoticeable faintness. "If you meant to gather us here for your own purposes, you should not have chosen such loathsome means. You may have made enemies out of potential allies." | Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
The Incarni are the human vessels of Neris, a spirit of darkness, madness and the unknown, and able to attune to magical artefacts belonging to their predecessors. They age slower than humans and can live for centuries, though they are not immortal. Their powers vary from incarnation to incarnation, but are always related to his themes.
One power every Incarnus possesses, however, is leadership and command of the Whispering Council, a legion of seemingly all-knowing voices. Normally they can only be heard by the Incarnus, but can be ordered to make themselves audible to others. Prolonged exposure to their sound induces paranoia and insanity in all except the Incarnus themselves. Apart from a small number which perpetually gibber or laugh insanely, the voices are affable and willing to provide advice or answers, but beyond the simplest yes/no answers they always come at a price.
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi. |
55,437 | 1,517 | 21 | 1,021 | 268 | Æmire smiled when he heard Elizabeth would be elected, until Anthony drawn his sword out at the Pope. Æmire stood up to try and calm him down but the pope calmed him down quick. Æmire glared at Anthony. "How dare you attempt violence in not only a sacred building, but after a declaration of your sister's accomplishment... Majority of you humans have always shown violence in the most crude way in unexpected and unorthodox places... I pray The Goddess heals your ego and your brute ways... As for you Pope..." He finished ranting at Anthony, then calmly spoke to the pope. " I have heard that a fellow member of your council, more specifically one of our own Izzeterine's, have died an unexpected cause and I was hoping if maybe I could take his place in The Council! And maybe you might have a clue on how he died?" Æmire had asked The Pope, hoping for his welcoming answer. He then looked at Elizabeth. "By the way, I congratulate you being our new Muse..." He said smiling. | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,438 | 1,517 | 22 | 1,021 | 268 | Lyarea gasped as Anthony drew his sword and moved towards the Pope, and at the resulting standoff. He seemed more upset at this news than their faked abduction of his sister. She couldn't think why. She knew little of Mére and the religion surrounding her, but she'd thought Übel had been defeated and imprisoned. The training of all priestesses in singing and their selection was just a ritual, signifying only the skill of the priestess. Wasn't it?
"Don't be so hasty," she said to the man in blue as he rebuked Anthony. "He believed his sister was in danger only a while ago. Wouldn't you do the same in his place?" She turned to the Pope. "This is all very well for them, but why involve us?" | ~Name~
Æmire Xon Willow
~Appearance~
~Age~
23
~Race~
Izzeterine
~This remarkable race is known to be one of the first races to predominately use Magick. At first the Humans and Izzeterines were very peaceful to each other helping each other no matter the situation and even teamed up to face against Übel along other races. However, humans have fallen out of the natural bond and started to form their own artificial nature and even an artificial form of Magick known as Alchemy. As the Humans grew their attraction towards their creations, the bond between Humans and Izzeterines slowly drifted away almost to the point of bitter hatred. In Modern day today, the last of the Izzeterines that had any love for the Humans died off, leaving no bond between them. Now disputes between the two races occur almost daily, and sadly Izzeterines are slowly dying off now, raising the issue that if this doesn't stop... The Izzeterines might face extinction.~
~Izzeterines look very much like humans, but each one are born with a single ability they would later become Adepts with. As a child, each one gets a tattoo symbolizing their natural abilities. One tragic flaw to their remarkable abilities is that whenever they use Magick, a "Mana Ring" appears levitating behind and parallel to their back. This Ring is actually the life ring of the species. If this ring would be damaged, their lifespan is shorten which by the way the maximum lifespan of an Izzeterine is around 500 years. So when they use their Mana Ring, they are very venerable to any attack to their ring. One benefit however is that the race can exchange parts of their rings to help benefit one other. For example if a Water Izzeterine exchanges a part of their ring with a Fire Izzeterine. They both can control Water and Fire, but their strength of their new ability wouldn't be as strong as their counterpart due to lack of experience. Also if someone were to lose their entire ring, others can donate their ring to save them being if you lose a ring, you have 1 hour to die or get a piece of someone's ring. Sadly the one donating loses however much life they donated. The exchangement of rings is usually done in a ritual manor, but may be done quickly if done in battle.~
~Class~
Izzet Spellcaster- The Spellcaster can use Mana or their own life force to manipulate the elements around them. However, these offensive classes are more natural than most due to their dependence of nature. Learning to be a Spellcaster can be voluntary, but the difficulty in learning this is high so most that stick to the ways of a Spellcaster are deemed usually with respect... or disguise if the caster ends up using Black Magick. A Izzet Spellcaster, however, is unique to the Izzeterines in the aspect that theirs is more powerful, but has the drawback of the Mana Ring(Description of Mana Ring is in Traits)
~Personality~
Æmire is a pacifist due to the lessons of his parents ever since he was a child. His parents tried teaching him that no matter the race or rank or actions, that fighting never solves anything other than who can fight who better. Æmire is genuinely nice except to the Human race for causing their ancient race to be confined in a small space to live in and risk being extinct. Æmire can tolerate humans, but refuses to speak to one unless they are deemed worthy of such. Æmire is usually known to be the peacekeeper of the group, always trying to find ways to avoid fighting, but he knows that if he must, he will fight when necessary hence twice a week Æmire will spend an entire day by himself or a carefully selected friend and trains to get stronger.
~History~
Æmire was born in the Capital of the Izzeterines Count, which is today known as Omega Prime, under the influence of the Izzeterine Royalty. Despite this, Æmire was raised like a common being with the exception that he didn't have to pay for anything. A skirmish happened with the humans at the boundary that scared the King that the humans might just wipe them out, therefore The King made Æmire and a few others to go under training to be in the Elemental Forces of the Izzeterine Army. Æmire started to rise up the ranks when suddenly his acquaintances left the army because they didn't have the capacity and endurance to handle the training, so the plan was disbanded. However, is spite of Æmire's work, they chose him to be part of the Council of Mère, or at lease attempt to... Æmire is now on his way to see the wedding of a Priestess of the Church who has relations to the Muse which in return would help try to get him into the Council and stop the humans from escalating their behavior with the Izzeterines.
~Family/Relationships~
Dad & Mom- They both control aspects of Fire(Is the King and Queen)
is an Only child, and hasn't had any relations with anybody yet. Anybody that wants to claim relation to him may wish to do so.
~Other(Includes the following)~
He currently controls the Aspects of Water(Like Phases, Boiling/Freezing Point, ect) |
55,439 | 1,517 | 23 | 297 | 1,107 | Goliath hears about Elizabeth's new 'position' and smirked. He looked at the paladin as he drew his sword. "Well now that's quite the surprise." He said in a cold and calm voice. He the turned back to the pope. He immediately turned to Emire to her the man bragging about his race. Talking about how they aren't violent and never start anything like that. Goliath already wanted to snap the mans neck. It would be easy. Goliath thought to himself. He knew that now wasn't the time and the Izzeterine had already proven that he is to pathetic to die by his spear. The man had bragged about his race twice already and it was getting ridiculous. Goliath turned to the pope. "Even if the girl is given this task. It still did not give you any right to set the play a blaze and put the lives of innocent people on the line. The fact that you keep ignoring and avoiding it just shows that you have no regard for the actions. What you did out there is punishable." | Name: Edelweiss Smithens
Age: 20
Race: Giant(Though incredibly, Edelweiss is not large for a giant, she is extremely puny and is about 5'0") - Giants are described to be a much larger human, some describe them as "six cubits and a span" in height—about nine feet, nine inches tall, (over 2.75 m). They possess great strength, though they are not intelligent(Take Edel as an example). Some Giants undergo a birth defect which makes their size smaller than they should be(Edel is also an example of this)
Class: Lancer - Stand fast at the heart of the storm, roaring defiance into the wind. Shield your friends and smite your enemies.
As powerful in defense as in attack, the lancer’s role in a fight is at the head of the formation. Her heavy shield absorbs damage, while her lance provides striking power that’s targeted yet effective against multiple foes. Numerous skills for drawing aggro let the lancer take the heat and give her party members more opportunities. Lancers can minimize damage to their own party and help them devastate the enemy. There is little finesse to the lancer's assault, but there is muscle enough to batter foes to the ground and might enough to clear a defense zone for comrades in battle.
Personality: Seemingly very distant, she looks to be very detached from world at times. A forlorn expression is usually present and she tends to be very enigmatic. Often nicknamed the Ice Queen.
True to her nature, she tends to be quite lax and takes frequent naps throughout the day and often pushes her political responsibilities to her subordinates. This has caused more than enough trouble for her as she often skips out on many important business and/or potential alliances. She speaks in a very soft manner and tends to get spoken over because others speak more loudly and clearly than she. Edelweiss doesn't mind being forgotten(And this happens on many occasions, because she is so hard to notice due to her slow and clumsy manner, which is strange for her class).
History: Edelweiss grew up in a modest household with only her mother since her father was an unknown man. That didn't bother her though and she lived a content if bored life in her small village, often she would dream of going on adventures. Her mother was the village's florist and would tend to the various flora and fauna that were grown in the shop. She also acted as a healer with her extensive knowledge of various herbs and plants. Edel, as a child, would often watch her mother as she made various concoctions for cuts, burns and other small injuries. During her childhood, she was trained by a village guard(At the time it was just for 'fun' and it helped pass time), her skills improved over time.
As the girl grew older, her thirst for adventure never left. So at the age of 18, the girl set off on a small expedition, though where she was heading was never specified(She never thought of it in the first place, so she pretty much just wandered about). During one of her many trips, she ran into a much older fellow, his race was unknown to her and he was very aggressive(Almost killing her if she hadn't pulled out her shield in time). The two appeared to have the same class and he was an expert at what he did, Edel took this chance to 'learn under his wing' without realizing what she was getting herself into.
Family/Relationships: Goliath(?) - Her mentor since she is currently under his apprenticeship.
Other: She is very slow. |
55,440 | 1,518 | 0 | 2,049 | 6,940 | Once we were a thousand separate kingdoms, spread over a hundred magic worlds. We were kings and cobblers. Wizards or woodcarvers. We had our sinners, our saints, and our blatant social climbers. And from our grandest lord to the lowliest peasant girl, we were, for the most part, strangers one to another. It took an invasion to unite us. Beyond the farthest shores of Never, the Adversary lived in a remote kingdom, ignored by other powers as his strength and ambitions grew over the long centuries.
"Some say he was a mere woodland sprite, while others claim he was once a god thrown down from the vast heavens when his corruptions had become too great for his lofty brethren to tolerate. Whatever his true origins, he grew into a dark thing of infinite hunger. And after he'd conquered his own lands, putting each of its former kings to the sword, he turned his unquenchable appetites in our direction."
"When the emerald kingdom fell we tisk-tisked and tut-tutted in our homes sad for the fates of those unfortunate souls, but we weren't tempted to intervene. After all, they were always odd folks, and ever so far away. It wasn't our business. Then the kingdom of the great lion fell, and again we did nothing, because we always found the old lion to be too pompous and holier-than-thou for our tastes. And one by one, our scattered lands fell under the Adversary's dominion, swallowed up into his ever growing empire. Had we banded together early, we might have been able to stop him. By the time we realized that he wasn't merely interested in conquering that land, or those people, that he was coming after all of us, it was too late. He'd grown too powerful."
"Many of us didn't have the chance to run. Some of us survived. Too few. Alone, or in small groups, over the span of many years, of lifetimes, we hid and ran and avoided capture. We lived as outlaws and phantoms. Until we could make our way here, to this dreary mundane place: The one world the Adversary seemed to take no interest in. And here, united by our common enemy, we learned to set aside old grudges. We forgave our many grievances, to make covenant with each other. And now, predator and prey, prince and pauper, we are all of a single community allied in our undying memory of the Homelands, and the unshakable determination that one day we will return to win those lands free of the hated one. Ladies and gentlemen, lift your glasses and join me, please, in the drinking this toast. To the Homelands!"
"Elsewhere throughout the city, tonight, in private homes and treasured public places and in the upstate homes, where our more inhuman members dwell other glasses are raised, by those who couldn't be with us here tonight but are still citizens of Fabletown, and are equally determined never to forget."
The warm, calming voice of a older gentleman filled the extravagant hall, drowning out the silent mummers and shuffling of the other occupants of the room. The origin of the voice was a jolly looking fellow who stood behind a podium that overlooked the mingling crowd. His kind eyes looked over the guests as they applauded the speech he had just finished given, just as they did every year when he gave it, all the way back years upon years ago when he first gave it. For the grey haired, slightly heavy set gentleman was no other than King Cole himself, the very same King Cole who had served as the mayor of the secret community of Fabletown ever since its founding centuries ago. And it was this community that he had the fortune of overseeing this night of their most cherished event Remembrance Day, the day they honored what was lost during the tragic events that lead to the abandoning of their lands.
The evening was in full swing. Men fitted in their finest suits danced with woman dressed so elegantly they look as if they stepped out of a fairytale, which they might as well have. The band played a lively tune, allowing those who wished to dance if they wished to. Servers made their way through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne and appetizers to the guests. The feel of the whole event was simply thrilling, this undoubtedly being the largest social gathering all year. There were smiles and conversations between friends, dances and whispers exchanged between lovers, laughs and cheers over old exploits. All of which only served to add to the joyous feel in the air.
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"Why do I keep coming to this thing? Same speech every year, same crowd, and same damn lousy music." A lanky, dark haired fellow muttered under his breath as he scanned over the other mingling guests from his spot next to a buffet table covered in little finger foods. He looked less than enthused to be present at this event, the bored look read clear on his pale face. This also reflected on his attire, where's the other gentlemen looked as if they put fine care into their appearance this fellow seemed as if he just rolled out of bed. The jacket he wore was a size too big for him, his pants wrinkled beyond belief, his shoes duller than dirt, and his tie loosely hung around his neck, it was a miracle that his clothes even matched in their black color. The man looked over his shoulder before reaching into his coat and pulling out silver flask, a skull engraved to its side. If anyone could manage to get a whiff of the flask's contents they would immediately be able to tell that it was a very strong whiskey. He took a swig of the flask, closing his eyes to savor the burn, before he stashed it back into his coat. "Okay Boogie, lets see if you can make it through another one of these parties." | Name
The Bogeyman, goes by Booker Manson when speaking to mundies
Nickname
Boogie
Race
Monster
Gender
The name is Bogeyman take a guess
Appearance
Glamor- Boogie is 6'3 in height with a thin body build. His skin is a very light pale color, almost rivaling Snow's, and his hair is a ebony black color. His eyes are hazel, but change to a bright yellow when he gets angry or feels like making a point. He normally wears punkish clothes, them usually being black and slightly torn. He has several piercings in both of his ears along with one on his bottom lip and one on his tongue. He has a large tattoo on his back of a horned skull that is crawling with spiders and has a snake coiling in and out of it's mouth and eye sockets
No Glamor- Without his glamor Boogie is literally something out of nightmares. He is a shadowy monster that stands ten feet tall and is shrouded in a thick smog. In the mist is a monstrous skeleton with large horns, long arms that end with large claws instead of hands, and empty eye sockets that have two yellow glowing orbs like fires that act as it's eyes. He glides and floats through the air instead of walking which add to his unsettling nature.
Job
Nightclub Owner
Personality
As you'd expect Boogie is a mischievous, creepy, and rather immature person, though the word person is only used loosely. He has many odd habits that never quite left him since his days of being the Boogeyman, such as he has a complete memorization of the big book of phobias and he sleeps under his bed rather than on it. He is fiercely loyal, seeing the whole of Fabletown as kind of family that he is a part of and needs to help protect. He loves music and plays his guitar whenever he gets the chance to, which usually is early in the morning when he gets off work much to the distain of his neighbors. He has a strong sympathy for the less fortunate Fables in town, especially the girls who work at Porgie's though only people who know him well know why. He has a certain respect for Bigby most of the other Fables don't have, seeing as Boogie knows how it is to be "the monster trying to make it in Prince Charming's world" as he puts it. He is a hopeless romantic, loving romance novels and movies, sadly though he seems to scare off any potential happy ever afters.
Fable
Before he left the Homelands Boogie was a monster that terrorized, kidnapped, and ate the people of the lands. There are many rumors on how he came into existence, such as he was a fairy corrupted by the evil of mankind or that he was a nightmare pulled into the waking world, but whatever the truth is to this day he has remained very tight lip about it. But what is known is that he was the being that made people keep a candle on their nightstand lit all night, the reason parents told their kids to stay in when it was dark, but what he was most proud of the reason people checked under their bed before they went to sleep. Sadly that all changed when the Adversary started to take control of the Homelands. Like many Fables Boogie put up a fight, protecting the weaker Fables and attacking the Adversary's forces when he could, but he eventually had to abandon the Homelands for somewhere new. He settled in Fabletown like the others, signed the Fabletown Compact and washed away all of his past crimes. Boogie spent a few centuries doing random jobs just to get by, his lowest moments were when he had to work as a bouncer at Georgie Porgie's, he hated how Georgie treated the girls there and what he made them do. But eventually he saved up enough money to open his own Nightclub just out side of Fabletown. It is called Rumors. It has become quite popular with the Mundies of the city. He has occasionally been called in by Bigby and sometimes Bluebeard, though Boogie doesn't like him much but the guy does pay well, to help with interrogations of suspect Fables, he seems to know the perfect way to get anyone to talk.
Abilities
Fable Physiology- Boogie has the inhuman endurance, strength, and healing that most monster Fables have.
Levitation- When in his true form Boogie floats through the air rather than walk, no one sure if he really has legs or not as no one has seen past the smog that covers him clearly enough to tell.
Invisibility/Intangibility- Boogie is able to disappear completely from view or turn his body into pure smog that can slip through small openings.
Illusion Creation- Boogie is able to cast images, sounds, feelings, and smells into the minds of others that are so realistic that they are unmistakable as real, he use to use this to terrorize the people of the Homeland.
Fear Sense- Boogie is quite literally the origin of the phrase "it can smell your fear". He has the bizarre sixth sense of being able to sense the fears of those around him. The best way he has ever described it as was when he said people's fear appeared in subtle ways, like someone with a fear of fire would appear to have a few embers coming off them or another person who is afraid of being buried alive will reek of dirt.
Other
Once upon a time... I was a Monster |
55,441 | 1,518 | 1 | 1,355 | 857 | A rousing speech, my lord, stated a man positioned to the back of the rather large crowd that had assembled to hear Cole speak. Wearing a finely knitted suit -who's golden hue contrasted his darker complexion- stood none other than Prince Leon, joining in the round of applause as a pleasant smile spread across his visage. This moment was a bittersweet for the man, marking a new beginning for so many of his kin and himself, but a remembrance of the cost... For a moment, his mind was swept back to the day he and his wife were supposed to flee, only to have the Adversary's forces raid their kingdom and take the life of his beloved. This darker moment was quickly swept aside however, as one of the party goers cast a cheerful smile and wave in his direction. Offering the same courtesies, he'd make his way off the dance floor and off to buffet table- his eyes taking stock of the plentiful feast their host had provided.
Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station.
After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same.
Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon. | Name:
Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion
Nickname:
Leon or Leo
Race:
Lycanthrope (Lion)
Gender:
Male
Lycan Form:
Human Form:
Job:
Leon does not work, though he does own his own butchers shop.
Personality:
Leon has a very regal and sophisticated form of speech that seems a little out of place for his new settings, but regarded with respect all the same. It's not uncommon to see him assisting the less fortunate fables, but merely offering them jobs at his shop if they remain hidden. Having the ability to change into his Lion form, he is an agressive fighter that prefers to get it overwith as quickly as possible, often drawing the assailants attention to himself if multiple people are involved. If his wife is brought up, he'll try to dismiss the conversation, seeing as how his wife was killed shortly before their arrival to this new place.
Fable:
The Wounded Lion (Synopsis):
Once upon a time-
A poor girl got a job herding cows. One day, she heard a moan, and found a lion with a thorn in its paw. She pulled it out, and the lion thanked her by licking her face, but she could not find the cows again. Her master beat her and set her to herding donkeys. A year later, she found the lion wounded again, and when she aided it, the donkeys vanished. Her master beat her again and set to her to herding pigs. A year later, the lion appeared for a third time, wounded, she aided it, the pigs vanished, and she decided to wait and see if she could find them.
She climbed a tree and saw a man coming down a path and vanishing behind a rock at sunset. She decided to stay until she saw him come out. At dawn, a lion came out. She went down and behind the rock. A beautiful house stood there; she tidied it up and ate a meal before coming out to climb the same tree. The man came at the same time, and the next morning, the lion looked about before going on.
After three days of this, she could not discover his secret, so she descended and asked him. He told that he was enchanted by a giant into that form by day and was the lion she had helped; furthermore, the giant had stolen the cows, donkeys, and pigs in revenge for her aid. She wanted to free the man. He told her that the only way was to get a lock of hair from the king's daughter and make a cloak from it for the giant.
The girl got the princess to hire her as a scullion. She dressed very neatly every day, and it came to the ears of the princess, who set her to comb her hair. The girl begged a lock of hair from her until she gave it. The girl wove a coat from it, but it was too small. She went back to the princess, who gave her another lock on the condition that she would find her a prince to marry. The girl said she had already found him, took the lock, and made the coat larger. The giant asked her what reward she wanted. She wanted to turn the lion back into a man. After some argument, the giant told her to kill the lion, cut him up into pieces, burn them, and throw the ash into water. The prince would arise from it a man.
She went away weeping, afraid that the giant had lied and she would kill the prince. The prince comforted her and told her to do it, and it worked. He said he would marry her. The girl told him she had promised the princess that she had found her a bridegroom. They went back to the princess, and her parents, the king and queen, knew him for their own son. So he married the girl who had saved him.
Abilities:
Leon retains his ability to revert into his Werelion form, enhancing his physical strength and endurace at the detrement to his relative speed. In this state he is still conscious and is able to speak normally. However, it is possible for him to revert to this form when angry though this event is very rare indeed.
In his human state, Leon is merely stronger then he appears and his words seem to be able to persuade even the most adamant to consent.
Other:
As odd as it may seem, the man knows a bit of Spanish and can speak it fluently. His apartment is a rather luxurious one with many picture of him and a beautiful woman, though he refuses to speak on it much. |
55,442 | 1,518 | 2 | 337 | 150 | Attending A Party, Guan Yu Drinks Wine And Considers
Standing off near the drinks table, holding a bowl of wine, was the long bearded and suited figure of Guan Yu. He had worn his finest suit for the occasion, as befitting such a momentous day in their history, and his jade cane was held firmly in his other hand. Though the revelry and joy surrounding him warmed his heart, his mind wandered back to his home of China. How he yearned to return! But alas, a figure of his importance would be recognized. No one could forget their Celestial Emperor, after all. Above all, he missed his sworn brothers. Neither Xuande nor Yide had reached a status beyond ancestral memory. How was it that he, Yunchang, could surpass them? Once again, the thoughts had clouded his mind, and once again, he banished them.
It was appropriate that he was here. He had arranged for fine wines to be imported from China simply for his consumption, but others were partaking as well. It brought joy to Yunchang's heart that he had aided them so. This was why he also ran his life insurance company. The loss of family was always tough, and he was always on hand to ensure that the dead were sorted properly in the afterlife, and that their families did not have to suffer. Except for that pesky Mister Grey...
He pushed the thought from his mind and filled his tiny bowl with another helping of wine. The revelry pleased him, for joy experienced by others was joy experienced by Guan Yu. There was no dishonour here, nothing for him to enforce, he was simply content to watch. He tapped his cane idly and drank down his second bowl of wine, a droplet escaping into his magnificent beard, but he ignored it. Indeed, a fine evening. Unless Mister Grey came along... he pushed the thought from his mind again. Dorian Grey would not cause him trouble this fine eve. Yunchang would not permit it. | Name: Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence)
Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life.
Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd
Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself.
Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor.
When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him.
However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold.
Abilities:
When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory.
Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him.
He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them. |
55,443 | 1,518 | 3 | 718 | 816 | Abdul AlhazredTerrific Tales of Times Past!
In the northeast corner of the room, surrounding a tasteful ice sculpture of one Ichabod Crane in a rare moment of dignity, a small crowd had gathered. Not one of them shared a history, but amongst all of them a deep kinship was felt. These were the Fables best known for their scholarly duties.
Wizards, warlocks, sages, mages, witches, and liches of all sorts generally congregated in groups, for a wide variety of reasons. In some cases, it's because the only thing a witch can understand and empathize with is another witch. In others, it's because witches are naturally obligated to start bloody conflicts with other witches. In a rare few cases, it's because these witches have something they need from one another. Regardless of the reason, there was a war of many-colored and many-shaped witches huddled around one another, with little care for each other's personal space. As is the case with many magic-users' meetings, things remained amicable but with very noticeable overtones of impending violence. At the present, they were boasting about their experiences.
Abdul Alhazred was, contrary to popular opinion, not one to flip over tables and shower the room in hellfire at the slightest hint of competition. Nonetheless, he happily kept the same tone of voice the rest of the witches, who were the kind of people to do just that. His voice was cheerful and gentle, but, as was uniform amongst magic-users, held Implications. Right now, it was Abdul's turn to speak.
Abdul had been talking about the myriad minor gods, daemons, spirits, and deluded mortal creatures he had consulted over the course of his travels. Creatures of the night were, strangely enough, quite talkative if properly libated, and could act as a bottomless font of eldritch lore.
"--and I'll be honest, it was the best pilaf I've ever tasted!" Abdul said, wiping a stray fleck of dust off his shabby woollen jumper. "Yaldabaoth is quite a useful fellow, once you got used to him!"
This set off a wave of hawkish chattering amongst the attending witches and wizards. A small amount of them had convened with the Squamous God Yaldabaoth, Lowborn King of Scaled Vermin, Banner-Carrier of the Black Century, and often found their interactions to be pleasant, if somewhat tense.
The conversation briefly diverted onto the topic of how best to prepare pilaf. Many of the witches present had come from The Rus, and were eager to have their voices heard. The air around the impromptu coven stank of ozone as the witches amicably bickered and spat with one another. The sight of a crowd of witches arguing, much like a raging hurricane, can only be seen in its true horror a ways away from its center. At the center of it all was Abdul, smiling toothlessly and pleasantly presenting his own ideas on how best to prepare pilaf. Yaldabaoth and plenty others had given him a bottomless index of recipes borne from man's deepest dreams, and he was happy to share them! | Name: Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part. |
55,444 | 1,518 | 4 | 1,866 | 1,541 | In Which Dorian Grey Encounters a Pleasant Surprise
In a silent solitude, Dorian Grey lamented the events that had occurred after the Adversary. After all it led to the Mob taking control when the Aristocrats needed to hold the reigns more than ever. It deprived him of what he had laying around in his coffers, and the ability to roam around in a bohemian lifestyle he found so amusing.
So of course, Mister Grey was in the proper attire for mourning as any true Victorian Aristocrat would be. For Dorian had truly lost much. Namely he lost a dear relative, one of his first cousins Darren Grey. Of course, it was complete nonsense. Dorian needed a bit more funding to maintain his lavish celebrations, as his coinpurse was drying up. So it was a good thing his cousin Darren obtained a nice life insurance policy from Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd.
And so due to the 'death' of his first cousin, Dorian Grey was in his proper mourning attire, the well kept silk suit made of the darkest threads, alongside his light undershirt and cream colored gloves. He always was impressed how the dark went well with his own angelic features, and provided a suitable contrast.
But even with his own mourning, he had a pleasant demeanor about him, much like the violet perfume which lingered upon him. After all he was a Victorian Gentleman receiving hospitality. And this small soirée was filled with peasants who would be looking up to proper aristocrats, in order to perform a vain mimicry in order to try to fit in.
Well, at least the band could keep a tempo for a band. With that Dorian scanned the room for ladies who were being wallflowers and did not have a dance partner. As a gentleman he would be obliged to pick one of them, and more importantly it struck Dorian's fancy to do that.
But currently, Mister Grey felt the need for a drink. With an elegant stride, Dorian maneuvered through the room with the utmost grace. And as he approached the selection of drinks he saw a most amusing site.
Oh the Orient with the ill kept beard, was there holding a bowl. Of course Mister Grey had to chat with him and more importantly irk him in some manner or another. The thought tickled his fancy, as Yu provided to be a most entertaining benefactor. His serious mind was always good for a laugh.
Dorian Grey approached Guan Yu, with a joyful smile plastered on his face. "Oh my dear fellow, fancy seeing you here." Noting the bowl in his hands, he felt a small ribbing was in order. "I was unaware that you were serving at this event. How quaint. Hm, I suppose next is to inquire upon the contents of the bowl, if it is drink or feast."
"Mister Yu, I fancy a Mai Tai." | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,445 | 1,518 | 5 | 337 | 150 | Confronted At Drinks, Guan Yu Encounters Dorian Grey
And there was Dorian Grey. Yunchang was annoyed by this turn of events, but he suppressed it in favour of his normal diplomatic tone.
"Mister Grey!" he boomed. "I am sorry to hear of the death of your dear first cousin. Losing family is always hard, and if you require assistance in these times my company is willing to accommodate!"
The opposite could not be more true. This man, this... hedonist had been screwing Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd out of money constantly. Under a string of assumed names he had defrauded the company that Yunchang had formed to aid those in need. Relative after relative, all identical. But he had never been able to prove it.
"And should your intentions be less than benevolent," Guan Yu said, his tone much quieter now, almost conspiratorial even though he still wore the smile of seeing a friend, "I will find out, as promised. Then all of your contacts and associates will not save you when you learn what my title truly means. Are we clear?" | Name: Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence)
Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life.
Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd
Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself.
Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor.
When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him.
However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold.
Abilities:
When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory.
Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him.
He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them. |
55,446 | 1,518 | 6 | 1,866 | 1,541 | The Subject of Darren Grey's Demise and Policy is Touched Upon
Oh bother, it appeared that Guan Yu didn't bite on the jest he had laid before him. No he went back to that trite dialogue again. It was as if Guan Yu wasn't honored to be chosen as the provider of Dorian's patronage. Dorian noticed how the situation always turned out to Guan Yu doing that speech about judgement and intentions. Living for one's pleasures was the most honorable and benevolent intention one could exist for.
His boyish lips curled into a frown. "Yes, his unfortunate demise weighs heavily upon my chest." With a sniffle, Dorian glanced upwards as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. Dorian fought to keep some tears from staining his cheeks as he mourned his imaginary cousin. Breathing in and out, he began to regain composure.
Dorian returned his glance to Guan Yu, "I humbly ask for you to forgive such a scene. I know my cousin would not wish to see me with such a melancholic mindset, and to keep a stiff upper lip. For now, such a further discussion on the matter would not be fitting at such a setting. So, what do you think of this little soirée?" | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,447 | 1,518 | 7 | 2,795 | 294 | The bathroom door slammed open, and out stepped a somewhat damp Mr. Black, face neutral and expressionless, lipstick clumsily smeared across his mouth. He pressed the earpiece that he wore, "This is Mr. Black. I have successfully infiltrated the Remembrance Day event. Native population does not suspect a thing. Commencing mingling."
He walked to the central table and crammed an hors d'oeuvre into his mouth. He chewed exactly ten times and swallowed, the appetizer tasting no better or worse than dust upon his palate. "Mm. Very good.", he said loudly, but without any inflection, "Whoever has made this hors d'oeuvre is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared these hors d'ouvres. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful hors d'ouvres. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on these hors d'ouvres."
Mr. Black looked around slowly. Anyone? No, nobody had taken the bait and claimed the hors d'ouvres as theirs. He shuffled somewhat further down the table, and repeated the process, this time with a slice of ham. Once again, Mr. Black raised his voice. "Mm. Very good. Whoever has made this meat is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared this meat. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful meats. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on this meat." | Name:
The Man in Black
Nickname:
Mr. Black
Race:
Agent
Gender:
Mr. Black has no genitalia. Mr. Black is smooth like a Ken doll. Neither does Mr. Black have any recognizable prints, scent, identifiable gait, retinal pattern, or anything of that nature.
Appearance:
Job:
On the 22nd of every other month, The Agency wires exactly fourteen thousand, one hundred and forty-six dollars and thirty-nine cents to Mr. Black's expense account.
Personality:
Mr. Black is an amnesiac. Mr. Black's head is a vague, shifting morass of contradicting information pertaining to The Agency and its activities. The Agency is Mr. Black's life. For as long as Mr. Black has existed, he has worked for The Agency. The Agency has many names. The Agency is Illuminati. The Agency is the Freemasons. The Agency is Mr. Black. The Agency is the Council of Zion. The Agency is the Fourth Reich. The Agency is the Red Hat Society. Mr. Black is extremely loyal to The Agency. Mr. Black is a cog in the machine. He is The Agency's greatest weapon in their fight against The Agency. Every day at 11 AM, Mr. Black relieves a call from The Agency with his daily directives. Once upon a time Mr. Black missed this call. Very bad things happened. Mr. Black does not like to miss this call. Mr. Black knows his life is worthless compared to the secrets of The Agency. Mr. Black will willingly give his life to conceal the motives of The Agency. The Agency is all.
Fable: MIB
In every country, going back as far as political systems have existed, there have been rumors of an enormous ur-government of incredible power and influence that existed only to keep some particular culture oppressed. The Elders of Zion, Freemasons, Illuminati- the concept of a shadow government has enraptured people's minds for centuries. Eventually, there came to be another aspect to the stories: The Men in Black. Mysterious men dressed in a white shirt, a black suit, black shoes, black socks, and a black tie who appear to silence those who had seen something they shouldn't have. Commonly sighted in groups of three, they travel in remarkably well-preserved 1950's black Cadillacs (1960's Jaguars in European countries) and appear capable of appearing and vanishing at will. Sometimes, they're associated with the government. Other times, they're considered to be aliens or supernatural creatures in their own right.
See also:
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Abilities:
Mr. Black can become completely unnoticeable, or draw all attention to himself. Not even machines notice Mr. Black unless Mr. Black wants them to.
Mr. Black has a special voice that makes mundies and their things listen very carefully and do what he says. If Mr. Black asks for something, they give it to him. If Mr. Black tells them to forget something, they forget. If he tells them to talk, they tell him their story. Mr. Black finds this very useful.
If Mr. Black is in trouble, he can call in his colleagues Mr. Black and Mr. Black to help him. Mr. Black is rarely in trouble.
Finally, Mr. Black has ties to The Agency. The Agency knows Mr. Black. They give Mr. Black resources and information that he needs to do his job. Mr. Black's job is very important.
Other: Who is Mr. Black? |
55,448 | 1,518 | 8 | 1,355 | 857 | Having mingled with the socialites and other fables that adorned the ballroom, Leon began to feel the social fatigue set in as he made his way free from the masses back to the refreshments table. Although there were plenty of familiar fables here, most of which he had at least a friendly acquaintance with, Leon couldn't help but notice a few who seemed to have intentionally isolated themselves. 'First Boogie, and now Yu and Darren are at it again... I pray that they won't cause too much of a hassle here. Many fables need this time for closure or hope of better times,' Leon's thoughts caused the man to shake his head, his mane of dreadlocks softly shifting about his visage with his subtle movement. All the same, his attention turned back onto the more festive crowd with a warm smile.
It was then that he overheard someone remarking- albeit too loudly- about the offering of food stuffs for tonight's event. You know the stories about Lion's and their prides, so it was all too natural for Leon to adorn a rather prideful visage as he rounded to see who had spoken. When his eyes settled on the form of Mr. Black, his face took on a slight frown. This rather obscure fable had a habit for being reclusive and mysterious, seeming to be more of an enigma then anything worthwhile. Still, he had paid Leon a compliment, even if it was done so indirectly.
"Yes, Lord Cole requisitioned a rather ample display. I saw to it that he needs where met, and more so. You'll notice a few more rare procurements; Zebra, Elephant, and Dragon. Just to name a few," As Leon now positioned himself beside the dark dressed man, he'd glance over his fellow fable curiously, "Mr. Black was it? How are you enjoying tonight's activities?" | Name:
Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion
Nickname:
Leon or Leo
Race:
Lycanthrope (Lion)
Gender:
Male
Lycan Form:
Human Form:
Job:
Leon does not work, though he does own his own butchers shop.
Personality:
Leon has a very regal and sophisticated form of speech that seems a little out of place for his new settings, but regarded with respect all the same. It's not uncommon to see him assisting the less fortunate fables, but merely offering them jobs at his shop if they remain hidden. Having the ability to change into his Lion form, he is an agressive fighter that prefers to get it overwith as quickly as possible, often drawing the assailants attention to himself if multiple people are involved. If his wife is brought up, he'll try to dismiss the conversation, seeing as how his wife was killed shortly before their arrival to this new place.
Fable:
The Wounded Lion (Synopsis):
Once upon a time-
A poor girl got a job herding cows. One day, she heard a moan, and found a lion with a thorn in its paw. She pulled it out, and the lion thanked her by licking her face, but she could not find the cows again. Her master beat her and set her to herding donkeys. A year later, she found the lion wounded again, and when she aided it, the donkeys vanished. Her master beat her again and set to her to herding pigs. A year later, the lion appeared for a third time, wounded, she aided it, the pigs vanished, and she decided to wait and see if she could find them.
She climbed a tree and saw a man coming down a path and vanishing behind a rock at sunset. She decided to stay until she saw him come out. At dawn, a lion came out. She went down and behind the rock. A beautiful house stood there; she tidied it up and ate a meal before coming out to climb the same tree. The man came at the same time, and the next morning, the lion looked about before going on.
After three days of this, she could not discover his secret, so she descended and asked him. He told that he was enchanted by a giant into that form by day and was the lion she had helped; furthermore, the giant had stolen the cows, donkeys, and pigs in revenge for her aid. She wanted to free the man. He told her that the only way was to get a lock of hair from the king's daughter and make a cloak from it for the giant.
The girl got the princess to hire her as a scullion. She dressed very neatly every day, and it came to the ears of the princess, who set her to comb her hair. The girl begged a lock of hair from her until she gave it. The girl wove a coat from it, but it was too small. She went back to the princess, who gave her another lock on the condition that she would find her a prince to marry. The girl said she had already found him, took the lock, and made the coat larger. The giant asked her what reward she wanted. She wanted to turn the lion back into a man. After some argument, the giant told her to kill the lion, cut him up into pieces, burn them, and throw the ash into water. The prince would arise from it a man.
She went away weeping, afraid that the giant had lied and she would kill the prince. The prince comforted her and told her to do it, and it worked. He said he would marry her. The girl told him she had promised the princess that she had found her a bridegroom. They went back to the princess, and her parents, the king and queen, knew him for their own son. So he married the girl who had saved him.
Abilities:
Leon retains his ability to revert into his Werelion form, enhancing his physical strength and endurace at the detrement to his relative speed. In this state he is still conscious and is able to speak normally. However, it is possible for him to revert to this form when angry though this event is very rare indeed.
In his human state, Leon is merely stronger then he appears and his words seem to be able to persuade even the most adamant to consent.
Other:
As odd as it may seem, the man knows a bit of Spanish and can speak it fluently. His apartment is a rather luxurious one with many picture of him and a beautiful woman, though he refuses to speak on it much. |
55,449 | 1,518 | 9 | 337 | 150 | A Delicate Battle, The Rivalry Of Grey And Yunchang
"It is truly a noble thing, to remember our homes." Indeed, Yunchang's mind had wandered once more to the glorious nation of China, and to his brothers. Refraining from melancholy, he dragged his attention back to the pest before him. Guan Yu idly wondered if Dorian Grey was simply the reincarnation of Cao Cao or Lu Meng, put in this town just to torment him.
"To forget our origins is to forget our identity," he added, another careful jibe at the man who was cheating him, the man who had one-up on the Celestial Emperor. One day, he would catch the fiend in the act, and then all the fake names would not hide him from the wrath of Guan Yu. He rested his cane against the table, carefully, where none could steal it, while he filled the small bowl in his hand with more Chinese wine. "And we must never forget our identity. Wouldn't you agree, Mister Grey?" | Name: Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence)
Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life.
Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd
Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself.
Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor.
When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him.
However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold.
Abilities:
When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory.
Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him.
He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them. |
55,450 | 1,518 | 10 | 1,866 | 1,541 | The Habits of Polite Society, The Rivalry of Grey and Yunchang
"It is certainly the affair of this Ball is it not?" Dorian mused aloud. "Paradoxically, while we remember our origins, the town was founded on forgetting it." Mister Grey gave a small smile, "That was the purpose of that document, to forget our identities of what we were. And to focus on the here and now." Dorian Grey boyish lips curled into a smile, before he emitted a small chuckle. "It seems some have to be reminded on that focus." Of course in the back of his mind, that thought went back to the surface. That painting made by his friend Basil all those years ago. Dorian had far more important matters to dwell on, such as messing with Yu.
Dorian raised an eyebrow as he observed Guan Yu partaking in a drink from the bowl. "Hm, my dear fellow I swore that, when I was coming by here there were a multitude of glasses available. Pray thee, if I may inquire why do you drink from a bowl?" Casually Dorian leaned his head to his left side as he poked at his own cheek. "It is a strange sight, to see such a thing being done. Wouldn't you agree?"
Mister Grey leaned over towards the side as he searched for a proper Champagne flute to obtain some alcoholic beverage with. After all, it was his reason in coming over here. While Yunchang was the reason why he was staying. For at the moment, the man continued to provide him with amusement. And Mister Grey, would get satisfaction. | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,451 | 1,518 | 11 | 2,795 | 294 | Oh, the festivities are wonderful. I am enjoying this immensely., Mr. Black said unconvincingly. Mr. Black was not enjoying this immensely. Mr. Black did not enjoy anything immensely. Mr. Black's level of enjoyment never went above very mild amusement, which in itself was very rare. Mr. Black did not tell people this. He scanned the table, and sure enough there were platters of immensely-gamey zebra meat, tough-as-leather elephant, and then another platter of what he could only assume was dragon, though Mr. Black could not read the label from where he was standing. Mr. Black looked back to Leon.
"You are a smuggler, then.", Mr. Black said, "It must be very lucrative. Tell me, is this African or Indian elephant that you have here." | Name:
The Man in Black
Nickname:
Mr. Black
Race:
Agent
Gender:
Mr. Black has no genitalia. Mr. Black is smooth like a Ken doll. Neither does Mr. Black have any recognizable prints, scent, identifiable gait, retinal pattern, or anything of that nature.
Appearance:
Job:
On the 22nd of every other month, The Agency wires exactly fourteen thousand, one hundred and forty-six dollars and thirty-nine cents to Mr. Black's expense account.
Personality:
Mr. Black is an amnesiac. Mr. Black's head is a vague, shifting morass of contradicting information pertaining to The Agency and its activities. The Agency is Mr. Black's life. For as long as Mr. Black has existed, he has worked for The Agency. The Agency has many names. The Agency is Illuminati. The Agency is the Freemasons. The Agency is Mr. Black. The Agency is the Council of Zion. The Agency is the Fourth Reich. The Agency is the Red Hat Society. Mr. Black is extremely loyal to The Agency. Mr. Black is a cog in the machine. He is The Agency's greatest weapon in their fight against The Agency. Every day at 11 AM, Mr. Black relieves a call from The Agency with his daily directives. Once upon a time Mr. Black missed this call. Very bad things happened. Mr. Black does not like to miss this call. Mr. Black knows his life is worthless compared to the secrets of The Agency. Mr. Black will willingly give his life to conceal the motives of The Agency. The Agency is all.
Fable: MIB
In every country, going back as far as political systems have existed, there have been rumors of an enormous ur-government of incredible power and influence that existed only to keep some particular culture oppressed. The Elders of Zion, Freemasons, Illuminati- the concept of a shadow government has enraptured people's minds for centuries. Eventually, there came to be another aspect to the stories: The Men in Black. Mysterious men dressed in a white shirt, a black suit, black shoes, black socks, and a black tie who appear to silence those who had seen something they shouldn't have. Commonly sighted in groups of three, they travel in remarkably well-preserved 1950's black Cadillacs (1960's Jaguars in European countries) and appear capable of appearing and vanishing at will. Sometimes, they're associated with the government. Other times, they're considered to be aliens or supernatural creatures in their own right.
See also:
Here
and
Here
Abilities:
Mr. Black can become completely unnoticeable, or draw all attention to himself. Not even machines notice Mr. Black unless Mr. Black wants them to.
Mr. Black has a special voice that makes mundies and their things listen very carefully and do what he says. If Mr. Black asks for something, they give it to him. If Mr. Black tells them to forget something, they forget. If he tells them to talk, they tell him their story. Mr. Black finds this very useful.
If Mr. Black is in trouble, he can call in his colleagues Mr. Black and Mr. Black to help him. Mr. Black is rarely in trouble.
Finally, Mr. Black has ties to The Agency. The Agency knows Mr. Black. They give Mr. Black resources and information that he needs to do his job. Mr. Black's job is very important.
Other: Who is Mr. Black? |
55,452 | 1,518 | 12 | 1,355 | 857 | Smuggler? Of course not. I am merely a purveyor; who specializes in ensuring his patrons have their needs well met, and more, Leon did his best to hide the subtle tinge of agitation that flickered within his voice as he spoke, "Though I must say business is as lucrative as ever recently. Did you perhaps have a want to get into the market yourself? I could arrange for you to speak with a few of my contacts. It'd provide a nice change of scenery I'd imagine, but perhaps you prefer snooping around and making yourself somewhat of an enigma?" Leon could only offer a condescending smirk as the final words escaped his lips. He didn't know Black well enough to say whether his remark would offend or humor, frankly unsure of how he meant the phrase himself. Still, he couldn't help but take a subtle offense by Black inquiry into the affairs of his business. He had a hard enough time merely collecting the resources for tonight's event, now having to justify the spread to a fable he hardly even knew.
"As for your enjoyment; perhaps you should mingle with Grey and Guan," Motioning over to the rather out of place dispute as he retrieved a plate from the table, loading up the vessel with samples of his own wares, "Seems they are a lively duo this evening. Might provide for a bit of sport. Or perhaps you'd rather brood in a corner with Boogie?" | Name:
Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion
Nickname:
Leon or Leo
Race:
Lycanthrope (Lion)
Gender:
Male
Lycan Form:
Human Form:
Job:
Leon does not work, though he does own his own butchers shop.
Personality:
Leon has a very regal and sophisticated form of speech that seems a little out of place for his new settings, but regarded with respect all the same. It's not uncommon to see him assisting the less fortunate fables, but merely offering them jobs at his shop if they remain hidden. Having the ability to change into his Lion form, he is an agressive fighter that prefers to get it overwith as quickly as possible, often drawing the assailants attention to himself if multiple people are involved. If his wife is brought up, he'll try to dismiss the conversation, seeing as how his wife was killed shortly before their arrival to this new place.
Fable:
The Wounded Lion (Synopsis):
Once upon a time-
A poor girl got a job herding cows. One day, she heard a moan, and found a lion with a thorn in its paw. She pulled it out, and the lion thanked her by licking her face, but she could not find the cows again. Her master beat her and set her to herding donkeys. A year later, she found the lion wounded again, and when she aided it, the donkeys vanished. Her master beat her again and set to her to herding pigs. A year later, the lion appeared for a third time, wounded, she aided it, the pigs vanished, and she decided to wait and see if she could find them.
She climbed a tree and saw a man coming down a path and vanishing behind a rock at sunset. She decided to stay until she saw him come out. At dawn, a lion came out. She went down and behind the rock. A beautiful house stood there; she tidied it up and ate a meal before coming out to climb the same tree. The man came at the same time, and the next morning, the lion looked about before going on.
After three days of this, she could not discover his secret, so she descended and asked him. He told that he was enchanted by a giant into that form by day and was the lion she had helped; furthermore, the giant had stolen the cows, donkeys, and pigs in revenge for her aid. She wanted to free the man. He told her that the only way was to get a lock of hair from the king's daughter and make a cloak from it for the giant.
The girl got the princess to hire her as a scullion. She dressed very neatly every day, and it came to the ears of the princess, who set her to comb her hair. The girl begged a lock of hair from her until she gave it. The girl wove a coat from it, but it was too small. She went back to the princess, who gave her another lock on the condition that she would find her a prince to marry. The girl said she had already found him, took the lock, and made the coat larger. The giant asked her what reward she wanted. She wanted to turn the lion back into a man. After some argument, the giant told her to kill the lion, cut him up into pieces, burn them, and throw the ash into water. The prince would arise from it a man.
She went away weeping, afraid that the giant had lied and she would kill the prince. The prince comforted her and told her to do it, and it worked. He said he would marry her. The girl told him she had promised the princess that she had found her a bridegroom. They went back to the princess, and her parents, the king and queen, knew him for their own son. So he married the girl who had saved him.
Abilities:
Leon retains his ability to revert into his Werelion form, enhancing his physical strength and endurace at the detrement to his relative speed. In this state he is still conscious and is able to speak normally. However, it is possible for him to revert to this form when angry though this event is very rare indeed.
In his human state, Leon is merely stronger then he appears and his words seem to be able to persuade even the most adamant to consent.
Other:
As odd as it may seem, the man knows a bit of Spanish and can speak it fluently. His apartment is a rather luxurious one with many picture of him and a beautiful woman, though he refuses to speak on it much. |
55,453 | 1,518 | 13 | 2,795 | 294 | Mr. Black stiffly placed a hand on Leon's shoulder, "Oh, it is okay to be honest about it, nobody's going to arrest you for taking part in a little smuggling. After all, we're all fictional here. Ha. Ha.", Mr. Black drew his arm back, "Yes, if you could give me the contact information for your-", Mr. Black made air quotes, "-associates, that would be extremely helpful. Thank you."
Mr. Black paused as he processed this information. Mr. Black looked at Leon. Greasy dreadlocks. Relatively light facial hair. Yellow eyes. Likely of African descent. Identifying scars over left eye, left cheek, right side of nose. Did not appear to be ritual scarring. Skin tone did not match Yoruba or Maasai peoples, dreadlocks likely did not have cultural significance. No visible identifying marks from known criminal syndicates. Likely hailed from northern African or American country. Hint of an English accent pointed towards Africa. Obviously somewhat wealthy, but likely newly wealthy given apparent extravagance, egotism, and lack of taste. Aversion to direct confrontation, but also a desire to show off. Mr. Black did not know of anyone with these characteristics on Interpol's wanted list. All signs pointed to a man who had recently made it in the underworld, a small fry riding high on his success. Perhaps a name would help.
"By the way, I do not think we have met previously. Are you new here." | Name:
The Man in Black
Nickname:
Mr. Black
Race:
Agent
Gender:
Mr. Black has no genitalia. Mr. Black is smooth like a Ken doll. Neither does Mr. Black have any recognizable prints, scent, identifiable gait, retinal pattern, or anything of that nature.
Appearance:
Job:
On the 22nd of every other month, The Agency wires exactly fourteen thousand, one hundred and forty-six dollars and thirty-nine cents to Mr. Black's expense account.
Personality:
Mr. Black is an amnesiac. Mr. Black's head is a vague, shifting morass of contradicting information pertaining to The Agency and its activities. The Agency is Mr. Black's life. For as long as Mr. Black has existed, he has worked for The Agency. The Agency has many names. The Agency is Illuminati. The Agency is the Freemasons. The Agency is Mr. Black. The Agency is the Council of Zion. The Agency is the Fourth Reich. The Agency is the Red Hat Society. Mr. Black is extremely loyal to The Agency. Mr. Black is a cog in the machine. He is The Agency's greatest weapon in their fight against The Agency. Every day at 11 AM, Mr. Black relieves a call from The Agency with his daily directives. Once upon a time Mr. Black missed this call. Very bad things happened. Mr. Black does not like to miss this call. Mr. Black knows his life is worthless compared to the secrets of The Agency. Mr. Black will willingly give his life to conceal the motives of The Agency. The Agency is all.
Fable: MIB
In every country, going back as far as political systems have existed, there have been rumors of an enormous ur-government of incredible power and influence that existed only to keep some particular culture oppressed. The Elders of Zion, Freemasons, Illuminati- the concept of a shadow government has enraptured people's minds for centuries. Eventually, there came to be another aspect to the stories: The Men in Black. Mysterious men dressed in a white shirt, a black suit, black shoes, black socks, and a black tie who appear to silence those who had seen something they shouldn't have. Commonly sighted in groups of three, they travel in remarkably well-preserved 1950's black Cadillacs (1960's Jaguars in European countries) and appear capable of appearing and vanishing at will. Sometimes, they're associated with the government. Other times, they're considered to be aliens or supernatural creatures in their own right.
See also:
Here
and
Here
Abilities:
Mr. Black can become completely unnoticeable, or draw all attention to himself. Not even machines notice Mr. Black unless Mr. Black wants them to.
Mr. Black has a special voice that makes mundies and their things listen very carefully and do what he says. If Mr. Black asks for something, they give it to him. If Mr. Black tells them to forget something, they forget. If he tells them to talk, they tell him their story. Mr. Black finds this very useful.
If Mr. Black is in trouble, he can call in his colleagues Mr. Black and Mr. Black to help him. Mr. Black is rarely in trouble.
Finally, Mr. Black has ties to The Agency. The Agency knows Mr. Black. They give Mr. Black resources and information that he needs to do his job. Mr. Black's job is very important.
Other: Who is Mr. Black? |
55,454 | 1,518 | 14 | 78 | 8,963 | The speech was inspiring and beautiful as it was every year since the first time it had been spoken till this very day. Most probably knew it by heart by now but it just wasn't quite the same if not spoken by King Cole himself. Soon the party was in full swing, music filling the room as many people started to dance while others decided to converse on stories past. A gentle voice hummed with the music, feet gracefully dancing around guests as she made her way through the crowd with one destination in mind and only waving now and then to thoses that acknowledged her presence. Bianca happily made her way over to the refreshments, noticing Guan Yu and Dorian Grey at it once again which caused an amused smile to pull at her lips as she took a glass of champagne from the table. She glanced down the refreshments table, trying to spot other familiar faces which hadn't taken long at all. Boogie was being anti-social, looking as though he might leave at any moment and at another part of the table Leon seemed to be chatting with...um...Black was it? She didn't see that one very much but than again, it seemed as if Black preferred it that way since Black seemed so mysterious. Her bright green eyes glanced back at the party, glad to see everyone enjoying themselves and took a sip from her glass before tucking a piece of pale green hair behind her ear. It didn't matter to her if she was a wallflower or keeping away from the crowd of people since it was a delightful view just to watch the others. | Name:
Biancabella & (Samaritana)
Nickname:
Bianca or Bella
Race:
Humanoid Fable; Chimera/Hybrid
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Job:
Zoo Reptile Handler/Presenter
Personality:
Bianca is gentle and kind, loving to all those around her even when they mean to do her harm since she is very trusting. Bubbly and always on the bright side even with all her quirks or dark days. She isn't the only one to worry about though since Samaritana is still just below the surface, protective and vicious especially when angered wither it be her own anger or Bianca's.
Fable:
Once upon a time....there was a girl born with a snake around her neck and people were in fear by the strangeness of it. The snake quickly fled to the garden for safety, harming not one person on its way out though that didn't stop them from trying to kill it. The newborn was named Biancabella and many stayed away from the young girl, the story of her birth spreading.
When she was but the age of ten, a snake from the family garden spoke to her and told the young girl that she was her sister,Samaritana. She told Biancabella that if she obeyed her every word, that her life would always be filled with happiness but that if she did not obey, that misery would be her life. This brought distress to Biancabella and she promise to obey what ever her sister asked of her. The snake then ordered her to bring two buckets, one of milk and one of rosewater. When Biancabella returned to the house, she was still so distressed that her mother asked her what made her so sad. Biancabella asked for the buckets, which her mother gave her just wanting to see the other smile and Biancabella carried them into the garden. The snake then had Biancabella bathe in the buckets. She became even more beautiful, and then magically when her hair was combed it shed jewels, and when her hands were washed, they shed flowers.
This attracted many suitors. Finally, her father agreed to marry her to Ferrandino, King of Naples. After the wedding, Biancabella called on Samaritana, but the snake did not come to her. Biancabella realized she must have disobeyed her and grieved for the snake but ended up leaving with her new husband. Ferrandino's stepmother, who wanted to marry him to one of her ugly daughters, was enraged. Some time later, Ferrandino had to go to war; while he was gone, his stepmother ordered her servants to take Biancabella away and kill her, bringing back proof of her death. They took her away, and while they did not kill her, they gouged out her eyes and cut off her hands. Little did the stepmother know that her plan was of no consequence since Ferrandino was killed in battle.
Biancabella called on Samaritana, who still did not come. She wandered around aimlessly, trying to find safety but she had no way to see and no hands to feel her way around. She wanted to give up, just quit and lay down to die but she fought on. She hoped that maybe Ferrandino would find out of his step mother's treachery and be punished. Would he look for her or even still love her with this horrible appearance? She continued to wander for days, finally reaching a small cottage. The old man that lived there found pity on her, planning on inviting her in to stay for a bit but the man's wife rebuked the offer the man had implied. The man's wife feared that he was letting a punished criminal into their home and made him remember to think of his daughters. Biancabella said she would go but asked kindly if they would give her a small amount of food to spare and in return she would reward them. The woman refused, slamming the door shut. Biancabella could shed no tears but the pain of their actions felt like a stab at an already bleeding wound.
She fell to the ground, calling on Samaritana over and over till her voice was lost. She finally couldn't take it anymore and thought to kill herself this time. Samaritana appeared to stop her, and Biancabella appealed for forgiveness for whatever she had done to make her sister leave her. Samaritana restored her eyes and hands but at a cost to herself. Biancabella was healed but Samaritana was dying and in an effort to save her sister, Biancabella took the others soul into her own body. Samaritana was in despair at the lost of her body, taking control of Biancabella's body to get revenge on the ones that had ruined her sister's life and lead to her own.
Abilities:
Summon and speak to reptiles
Venomous bite
Jewels shed from her hair when brushed
Flowers shed from her hands when washed
Other:
We shall see... |
55,455 | 1,518 | 15 | 718 | 816 | Chapter 2: The Reunion
The generally-accepted term for a grouping of witches is referred to as, contrary to the populace's belief that beings of immense magical power enjoy each other's company, a conflict. True to the implications of this name, this conflict of witches was brewing up a tempest in a teapot.
Conflicts generally don't reveal themselves in their immediate area. Previously, an analogy was drawn to the eye of a hurricane, and it still remains appropriate. Witches are notorious for their ability to effect calamities, but their effective range is inversely proportionate to the number of witches in their conflict. In most cases, the best power-to-range ratio for a conflict is three, hence the widespread fables of the three-witch coven and the ever-present Rule of Three. Right now, this conflict had nine witches in it. The room--except for a small portion of land approximately two yards of the conflict, taking into account ambient temperature changes and other environmental conditions--teemed with raw magic, the old kind of magic that people like to spell with 'y's and 'k's. Much like a riptide waiting just below the surface of a beautiful lagoon, it was wholly imperceptible beyond inflicting a general sense of foreboding that tickled the hindbrain like a thread of gossamer on the wind.
Abdul cheerily argued with the rest of the conflict. He didn't understand a word they were saying, and neither did they, but that wasn't the point of arguing. If you didn't ignore your partner, why bother starting an argument with them? Though each witch maintained a cheerful smile and a pleasant demeanor, determining their actual mood would be impossible to anyone but a veteran witch. Prohibited from demonstrating their powers by those few people strong enough to stop them, witches promptly shifted their focus to a new target: their opponents' social standing. Bitter rumors and hissed conversations would follow this party for years to come, and would shape the state of Floor Thirteen forever.
Abdul was a champion conversation-haver, and could soundly argue with the conflict without even paying attention. It's easy to infuriate a witch, and Abdul knew exactly how to do it and, most importantly, survive. Bored already with the ever-changing realpolitik of witchcraft, Abdul let his eyes wander.
The room was smattered with people of marginal interest. Fine young men and women, each with their own stories that were of no consequence for Abdul. He'd be glad to hold a conversation with them, but unless they had any business to conduct, he wouldn't have much else to do with them. None of these people looked like fans of any of his works, much less capable of holding a conversation on the merits and personalities of the Ousted Beings of the Ninth Plane.
However, one being stood out in particular. Events like these held dozens of Glamored monsters. Trolls, ghouls, ghuls, and demons of all sorts. Most of them were either antisocial thugs or genuinely regretful people. This person, however... This shabby-looking fellow in the middle of a formal event. This man who brings his own alcohol to a party that includes a complimentary bar. This Boogeyman...
He was also an antisocial thug. As a matter of fact, he was probably the worst possible example of a Fabletownie in this room. However, Abdul very dimly recognized him.
Abdul was, despite his haggard appearance, quite astute for his time. A Glamor can cover up a lot of someone's true form, but it can't cover up anything. Their smell, the way they hold themselves, their eyes, all of them can be handily cross-referenced to the original. Abdul had been around for quite a long time, and knew quite a number of the world's spooks and monsters. The Boogeyman was no exception.
Grinning widely and toothlessly, Abdul broke away from the conflict and made his way over to Boogie. Old people have an amazing knack for crossing areas without actually moving into them, and the sight of Abdul inexplicably appearing next to Boogie would boggle the mind of anyone not familiar with this principle. Abdul placed a shaky claw on Boogie's shoulder, looked him straight in the eye, and cackled breathlessly.
"Hoi, I know you!" wheezed Abdul, a mad glint shining in his eyes. "How've you been, Bogey? You look like you've let yerself go!" | Name: Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part. |
55,456 | 1,518 | 16 | 2,049 | 6,940 | Oh you know me Leo, I'm not much one for parties... well unless they have a lot more screaming involved. Boogie said jokingly to the use to be lion prince that seemed to have taken offence to his sticking to the background of the festivities. He took the glass that was offered to him and gave Leon a slight nod before the former feline went off to find more interesting company. Boogie looked down at the drink in his hand before a small sneer formed on his lips. "How people drink this is beyond me.." He mumbled before placing the glass back onto the table, earning a stare or two from some of the other partygoers. "Wonder if I can sneak out of here, maybe head back to Rumors." He contemplated aloud as he found himself a spot on the wall, still next to the refreshments table, to lean against.
Boogie had just reached into his jacket to retrieve his flask again when he felt a boney hand clasp onto his shoulder. Looking down over to his side he was met with the sight of the near toothless grin of none other than the author of the Necronomicon himself, Abdul Alhazred. The once monster let a chuckle escape him after hearing the elderly man's statement about his appearance. "Yeah I have done something new with my hair. Oh and I have given this whole having skin thing a try. I have to admit it is kind of over rated." Boogie jested as he looked down at the withered old man. He couldn't help but remember what Abdul once wrote about him in one of his many books about the creatures that wander the lands. Something along the lines of a monster that spreads terror where ever it treads, quite flattering if you ask Boogie. | Name
The Bogeyman, goes by Booker Manson when speaking to mundies
Nickname
Boogie
Race
Monster
Gender
The name is Bogeyman take a guess
Appearance
Glamor- Boogie is 6'3 in height with a thin body build. His skin is a very light pale color, almost rivaling Snow's, and his hair is a ebony black color. His eyes are hazel, but change to a bright yellow when he gets angry or feels like making a point. He normally wears punkish clothes, them usually being black and slightly torn. He has several piercings in both of his ears along with one on his bottom lip and one on his tongue. He has a large tattoo on his back of a horned skull that is crawling with spiders and has a snake coiling in and out of it's mouth and eye sockets
No Glamor- Without his glamor Boogie is literally something out of nightmares. He is a shadowy monster that stands ten feet tall and is shrouded in a thick smog. In the mist is a monstrous skeleton with large horns, long arms that end with large claws instead of hands, and empty eye sockets that have two yellow glowing orbs like fires that act as it's eyes. He glides and floats through the air instead of walking which add to his unsettling nature.
Job
Nightclub Owner
Personality
As you'd expect Boogie is a mischievous, creepy, and rather immature person, though the word person is only used loosely. He has many odd habits that never quite left him since his days of being the Boogeyman, such as he has a complete memorization of the big book of phobias and he sleeps under his bed rather than on it. He is fiercely loyal, seeing the whole of Fabletown as kind of family that he is a part of and needs to help protect. He loves music and plays his guitar whenever he gets the chance to, which usually is early in the morning when he gets off work much to the distain of his neighbors. He has a strong sympathy for the less fortunate Fables in town, especially the girls who work at Porgie's though only people who know him well know why. He has a certain respect for Bigby most of the other Fables don't have, seeing as Boogie knows how it is to be "the monster trying to make it in Prince Charming's world" as he puts it. He is a hopeless romantic, loving romance novels and movies, sadly though he seems to scare off any potential happy ever afters.
Fable
Before he left the Homelands Boogie was a monster that terrorized, kidnapped, and ate the people of the lands. There are many rumors on how he came into existence, such as he was a fairy corrupted by the evil of mankind or that he was a nightmare pulled into the waking world, but whatever the truth is to this day he has remained very tight lip about it. But what is known is that he was the being that made people keep a candle on their nightstand lit all night, the reason parents told their kids to stay in when it was dark, but what he was most proud of the reason people checked under their bed before they went to sleep. Sadly that all changed when the Adversary started to take control of the Homelands. Like many Fables Boogie put up a fight, protecting the weaker Fables and attacking the Adversary's forces when he could, but he eventually had to abandon the Homelands for somewhere new. He settled in Fabletown like the others, signed the Fabletown Compact and washed away all of his past crimes. Boogie spent a few centuries doing random jobs just to get by, his lowest moments were when he had to work as a bouncer at Georgie Porgie's, he hated how Georgie treated the girls there and what he made them do. But eventually he saved up enough money to open his own Nightclub just out side of Fabletown. It is called Rumors. It has become quite popular with the Mundies of the city. He has occasionally been called in by Bigby and sometimes Bluebeard, though Boogie doesn't like him much but the guy does pay well, to help with interrogations of suspect Fables, he seems to know the perfect way to get anyone to talk.
Abilities
Fable Physiology- Boogie has the inhuman endurance, strength, and healing that most monster Fables have.
Levitation- When in his true form Boogie floats through the air rather than walk, no one sure if he really has legs or not as no one has seen past the smog that covers him clearly enough to tell.
Invisibility/Intangibility- Boogie is able to disappear completely from view or turn his body into pure smog that can slip through small openings.
Illusion Creation- Boogie is able to cast images, sounds, feelings, and smells into the minds of others that are so realistic that they are unmistakable as real, he use to use this to terrorize the people of the Homeland.
Fear Sense- Boogie is quite literally the origin of the phrase "it can smell your fear". He has the bizarre sixth sense of being able to sense the fears of those around him. The best way he has ever described it as was when he said people's fear appeared in subtle ways, like someone with a fear of fire would appear to have a few embers coming off them or another person who is afraid of being buried alive will reek of dirt.
Other
Once upon a time... I was a Monster |
55,457 | 1,518 | 17 | 337 | 150 | Duel In Fabletown, Guan Yu Delivers A Cunning Riposte
"And yet here we stand, Mister Grey, in contradiction and conflict. An interesting battle." These polite barbs bored Guan Yu so. He was a warrior. THE warrior. And yet here was the man cheating him out of life insurance by pretending to be descendent after descendent after descendent. At times like this, he even wished for Zhuge Liang to appear, to manipulate the man into making a mistate for Yunchang seemed incapable of doing it himself.
As for the wine, well, it was the traditional manner of consuming wine back in China. He had never quite adjusted to this new way of drinking it from tiny glasses with only a minimum amount of consumption permitted. It was only a small bowl, though, not like one that "True, drinking wine from a bowl is almost as strange a sight as a string of relatives who appear completely identical, wouldn't you say?" | Name: Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence)
Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life.
Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd
Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself.
Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor.
When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him.
However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold.
Abilities:
When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory.
Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him.
He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them. |
55,458 | 1,518 | 18 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Toréador En Garde, The Charging Bull of Guan Yu Strikes! And Curious Case for Dorian Grey Approaches!
Dorian Grey gave another light beaming smile to Guan Yu. "It is a fascinating thing is it not?" These polite barbs were the essence of a true Victorian Duel. After all, he was Dorian Grey, a true Victorian Aristocrat, and this match was amusing him. However, as he made his comment he noticed two things. One, that a lady went to the refreshment stands herself. That, was unacceptable! As a Victorian Gentleman he would have to fix up that mistake, and find the gentleman who sat next to her and so rudely didn't inquire what the lady wanted to get and bring it to her.
But Guan Yu had made his remark, and he could not inquire upon the damsel until he had finished his conversation and politely left. "Well Mister Yu, it would be strange if relatives did not look similar. But I digress." Dorian Grey gave a small bow towards Guan Yu, "While I have enjoyed our conversation, I am not at the liberty to keep up conversations solely with you. Though I assure you, we shall chat again soon. With that, I bid you fair well." Dorian Grey gave a wave to Guan Yu before turning on his heels and exiting the room.
As a true gentleman, Mister Grey knew that it would be most befitting if he were to find the hostess of this little event, so she could do a proper greeting, introducing the two together. After all, that was the proper role of the hostess. However, this issue was an urgent one, and he could not find such a hostess. As long as the orient remained at the table, and did not know about proper Victorian values, he would be able to get away with this little diversion from how things should be. Or more to the point, that any other proper Fables saw what he was doing. Oh well, he supposed it had to be done.
Dorian Grey deftly maneuvered through the various individuals gathered for the party, and made his way to Bianca who was away from the crowd. "Excuse me." Mister Grey chirped up, "When I was engaged in a bit of chatter with the dear fellow with the beard, I noticed that you happened to retrieve a drink. Of course I would've offered to do fetch such a drink, but it would have been rude if I left my conversation with him in the middle of it. But still I humbly apologize for that. But I must inquire, was there any gentleman sitting next to you who didn't offer to fetch you what you desired? It would be a rather curious case if not, and let me assure you that such cases shouldn't happen often."
"Oh, yes. If I may inquire, what is your name?" | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,459 | 1,518 | 19 | 78 | 8,963 | Bianca's attention was caught away from the sea of people as heard a masculine voice asked to be exused, in which she though she might have been in the way as she turned to face them. She was in fact pleasantly startled that her being in the way was not the reason for the gentleman's conversation with her but in fact over the simple manner of retrieving her own refreshment. She smiled softly, actually touched that he was apologizing for finishing a rather amusing conversation instead of retrieving something that she had not minded doing herself. Once he was done speaking, she carefully placed her glass down before giving a small curtsey and returning to her original position before speaking.
"Please, there is no need to apologize for finishing a conversation for it would have been quite rude to leave in the middle of one. Though it may very well be surprising,no gentlemen had been nearby at the time for many are preoccupied with their own lovely dates and I am sure attending to them. I am not one to mind doing things for myself and would have felt a bother to force such a request upon another."
"My name is Biancabella,though most call me Bianca. It is a pleasure to meet you but may I inquire as to your name?" Bianca asked. | Name:
Biancabella & (Samaritana)
Nickname:
Bianca or Bella
Race:
Humanoid Fable; Chimera/Hybrid
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Job:
Zoo Reptile Handler/Presenter
Personality:
Bianca is gentle and kind, loving to all those around her even when they mean to do her harm since she is very trusting. Bubbly and always on the bright side even with all her quirks or dark days. She isn't the only one to worry about though since Samaritana is still just below the surface, protective and vicious especially when angered wither it be her own anger or Bianca's.
Fable:
Once upon a time....there was a girl born with a snake around her neck and people were in fear by the strangeness of it. The snake quickly fled to the garden for safety, harming not one person on its way out though that didn't stop them from trying to kill it. The newborn was named Biancabella and many stayed away from the young girl, the story of her birth spreading.
When she was but the age of ten, a snake from the family garden spoke to her and told the young girl that she was her sister,Samaritana. She told Biancabella that if she obeyed her every word, that her life would always be filled with happiness but that if she did not obey, that misery would be her life. This brought distress to Biancabella and she promise to obey what ever her sister asked of her. The snake then ordered her to bring two buckets, one of milk and one of rosewater. When Biancabella returned to the house, she was still so distressed that her mother asked her what made her so sad. Biancabella asked for the buckets, which her mother gave her just wanting to see the other smile and Biancabella carried them into the garden. The snake then had Biancabella bathe in the buckets. She became even more beautiful, and then magically when her hair was combed it shed jewels, and when her hands were washed, they shed flowers.
This attracted many suitors. Finally, her father agreed to marry her to Ferrandino, King of Naples. After the wedding, Biancabella called on Samaritana, but the snake did not come to her. Biancabella realized she must have disobeyed her and grieved for the snake but ended up leaving with her new husband. Ferrandino's stepmother, who wanted to marry him to one of her ugly daughters, was enraged. Some time later, Ferrandino had to go to war; while he was gone, his stepmother ordered her servants to take Biancabella away and kill her, bringing back proof of her death. They took her away, and while they did not kill her, they gouged out her eyes and cut off her hands. Little did the stepmother know that her plan was of no consequence since Ferrandino was killed in battle.
Biancabella called on Samaritana, who still did not come. She wandered around aimlessly, trying to find safety but she had no way to see and no hands to feel her way around. She wanted to give up, just quit and lay down to die but she fought on. She hoped that maybe Ferrandino would find out of his step mother's treachery and be punished. Would he look for her or even still love her with this horrible appearance? She continued to wander for days, finally reaching a small cottage. The old man that lived there found pity on her, planning on inviting her in to stay for a bit but the man's wife rebuked the offer the man had implied. The man's wife feared that he was letting a punished criminal into their home and made him remember to think of his daughters. Biancabella said she would go but asked kindly if they would give her a small amount of food to spare and in return she would reward them. The woman refused, slamming the door shut. Biancabella could shed no tears but the pain of their actions felt like a stab at an already bleeding wound.
She fell to the ground, calling on Samaritana over and over till her voice was lost. She finally couldn't take it anymore and thought to kill herself this time. Samaritana appeared to stop her, and Biancabella appealed for forgiveness for whatever she had done to make her sister leave her. Samaritana restored her eyes and hands but at a cost to herself. Biancabella was healed but Samaritana was dying and in an effort to save her sister, Biancabella took the others soul into her own body. Samaritana was in despair at the lost of her body, taking control of Biancabella's body to get revenge on the ones that had ruined her sister's life and lead to her own.
Abilities:
Summon and speak to reptiles
Venomous bite
Jewels shed from her hair when brushed
Flowers shed from her hands when washed
Other:
We shall see... |
55,460 | 1,518 | 20 | 1,866 | 1,541 | In Which Dorian Grey Converses
How peculiar. It was a strange enough thing to not have any gentleman around to engage in proper habits. Truly, the Mob had forced themselves into positions where they should never had been allowed. Such tragedy befell the noble institution of the Aristocracy. However, that was not the primary thing of concern here. No, what was truly the most important thing at this moment was the conversation at hand.
"Hm? No surname?" Dorian Grey inquired. After all, in public it was always most proper to discuss with others using their surname. However, the lady appeared to not have one. Or perhaps she didn't realize the importance of giving out the surname. Mister Grey took a slight moment to adjust his gloves, "Ah but of course. I am Dorian Grey."
"So, I must inquire, what do you think about this little soirée?" Mister Grey inquired. | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,461 | 1,518 | 21 | 304 | 2,137 | Robin Hood sits idly and sips his drink
Robin Hood enjoyed the pleasantries of having a break from his past shooting the Mayors Deer and all becoming an criminal didn't really make him that happy but he was enjoying the small things sat the moment deciding that he should not let the past get the better of him.
Robin taking a sip from his wine and listening to his surroundings as he would elsewhere in the wild.
Robin was dressed not in his hunting attire but a more comfortable suit; it had a green overcoat and a white undershirt, with green dress pants and light green tie.
He didn't have his weapons on him though he had both of his throwing knifes tucked in his overcoat for protection and a few other miscellaneous items he had pocketed from unknowingly stupid folk who didn't have protection for there possessions.
He toyed with a pocket watch that he had stolen and was now in his front pocket, a smile playe across his face.
"I am the best!"
Robin thought to himself amusedly. | Name: Robin Hood or to the Mundies he's called Hood
Nickname:
Robin, Robin of Locksley.
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male.
Appearance:
A tall and handsome huntsman with light short brown hair and fair hazel eyes with fair looks and an athletic build, he wears a Nice suit or his camouflage pants, shirt and hoodie and often carries around two daggers a and when he is out hunting he has his Long Bow and he also carries a long sword he 'inherited' from a king.
Job:
Robin hunts for a living and a hobby.
Personality:
Robin is a driven hardworking young man with an attitude and a certain kind of cunning he is very charismatic and charming to an extent and he is very dexterous with his hands he steals from the rich to give to the poor.
Fable:
Robin was a thief and an outlaw in his homelands for shooting one of the Kings deer and betrayal as the Knights had called it, he stole from the rich and gave to the poor, Robin Hood had gathered a band of merry men and started living in the wilds of the forest many of his men died and he couldn't take it anymore so he traveled to here to start a new life.
Abilities:
Master Thief: Robin is a master of pickpockets and stealing, he is also a master in stealth.
Folklore Entity Physiology: He embodies Robin Hood Himself.
Peak Human Accuracy: Accuracy at the highest limit of human efficiency.
Enhanced Archery: Robin possess great skill in use of the Bow and Arrow.
Enhanced Dexterity: Robin has the ability to control his limbs,muscles and digits extremely well.
Other:
Nothing to add. |
55,462 | 1,518 | 22 | 718 | 816 | Chapter Three: The Revengeance
Abdul politely neglected to mention that the Boogieman was not included in the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, a book listing all the major creatures one could summon and gain knowledge from. Rather, the Bogeyman was detailed in a small explanatory book for merchants Abdul wrote around the 1700s, describing minor spooks and demons one could find along the roads of Great Britain, and how best to deal with them.
Abdul rubbed his crooked chin thoughtfully, poring over his brain for what he remembered of the Boogieman.
"'S been ages since I last met you, Spooky! Are you still hiding under children's beds? Ooh, are you still terrified of salty spring water? I've been looking to write a book about yer, an' I wanna get me facts right!"
Abdul's eyes briefly glazed over as he attempted to deliver a plot synopsis of his next door-stopper.
"Lessee, t'main guy's an amateur writer from New York, e's an Arab-American immigrant, lookin' to make his mark on the world--Bit of a legacy character, that-- an' he goes round huntin' down folk monsters an' other gribbly things. Last book I 'ad him goin' on a Skunk Ape hunt, but this time I thought I'd let the boy have a breather and go after ye, Spooky! I ain't to spoil ya, but the climax involves creative usage of a bedsheet and a hollowed-out onion! 'S jus' like old times, y'see, ol' Spooky-boy! T'fans love acc'rate ref'rences t' folklore!" | Name: Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part. |
55,463 | 1,518 | 23 | 2,049 | 6,940 | You'd think after centuries of writing you'd be better at speaking English. Boogie said with a slight smirk as he listened to Abdul, he could already tell the old writer was trying to get under his skin. He may not have been a member of the thirteenth floor, but Boogie was more than use to the mind games that these spell slingers used. He himself was guilty of using such tactics back in his heyday, though for much darker reasons.
"I'm afraid I haven't been staying under anyone's bed save my own. Though I have been in quite a few lately, this Glamor does have some of its benefits." He chuckled as he pulled out his flask and brought it to his lips, taking a rather long swig. His pierced tongue danced over his lips as licked away the remain whiskey. "Oh I was never afraid of spring water, just not much of a swimmer myself."
"But that is enough of me, what about you Abdul? Still milking that whole author thing of yours for all it is worth?" Boogie said as he turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. "I have to assume it is nothing like the old days eh? The originals are usually the best. | Name
The Bogeyman, goes by Booker Manson when speaking to mundies
Nickname
Boogie
Race
Monster
Gender
The name is Bogeyman take a guess
Appearance
Glamor- Boogie is 6'3 in height with a thin body build. His skin is a very light pale color, almost rivaling Snow's, and his hair is a ebony black color. His eyes are hazel, but change to a bright yellow when he gets angry or feels like making a point. He normally wears punkish clothes, them usually being black and slightly torn. He has several piercings in both of his ears along with one on his bottom lip and one on his tongue. He has a large tattoo on his back of a horned skull that is crawling with spiders and has a snake coiling in and out of it's mouth and eye sockets
No Glamor- Without his glamor Boogie is literally something out of nightmares. He is a shadowy monster that stands ten feet tall and is shrouded in a thick smog. In the mist is a monstrous skeleton with large horns, long arms that end with large claws instead of hands, and empty eye sockets that have two yellow glowing orbs like fires that act as it's eyes. He glides and floats through the air instead of walking which add to his unsettling nature.
Job
Nightclub Owner
Personality
As you'd expect Boogie is a mischievous, creepy, and rather immature person, though the word person is only used loosely. He has many odd habits that never quite left him since his days of being the Boogeyman, such as he has a complete memorization of the big book of phobias and he sleeps under his bed rather than on it. He is fiercely loyal, seeing the whole of Fabletown as kind of family that he is a part of and needs to help protect. He loves music and plays his guitar whenever he gets the chance to, which usually is early in the morning when he gets off work much to the distain of his neighbors. He has a strong sympathy for the less fortunate Fables in town, especially the girls who work at Porgie's though only people who know him well know why. He has a certain respect for Bigby most of the other Fables don't have, seeing as Boogie knows how it is to be "the monster trying to make it in Prince Charming's world" as he puts it. He is a hopeless romantic, loving romance novels and movies, sadly though he seems to scare off any potential happy ever afters.
Fable
Before he left the Homelands Boogie was a monster that terrorized, kidnapped, and ate the people of the lands. There are many rumors on how he came into existence, such as he was a fairy corrupted by the evil of mankind or that he was a nightmare pulled into the waking world, but whatever the truth is to this day he has remained very tight lip about it. But what is known is that he was the being that made people keep a candle on their nightstand lit all night, the reason parents told their kids to stay in when it was dark, but what he was most proud of the reason people checked under their bed before they went to sleep. Sadly that all changed when the Adversary started to take control of the Homelands. Like many Fables Boogie put up a fight, protecting the weaker Fables and attacking the Adversary's forces when he could, but he eventually had to abandon the Homelands for somewhere new. He settled in Fabletown like the others, signed the Fabletown Compact and washed away all of his past crimes. Boogie spent a few centuries doing random jobs just to get by, his lowest moments were when he had to work as a bouncer at Georgie Porgie's, he hated how Georgie treated the girls there and what he made them do. But eventually he saved up enough money to open his own Nightclub just out side of Fabletown. It is called Rumors. It has become quite popular with the Mundies of the city. He has occasionally been called in by Bigby and sometimes Bluebeard, though Boogie doesn't like him much but the guy does pay well, to help with interrogations of suspect Fables, he seems to know the perfect way to get anyone to talk.
Abilities
Fable Physiology- Boogie has the inhuman endurance, strength, and healing that most monster Fables have.
Levitation- When in his true form Boogie floats through the air rather than walk, no one sure if he really has legs or not as no one has seen past the smog that covers him clearly enough to tell.
Invisibility/Intangibility- Boogie is able to disappear completely from view or turn his body into pure smog that can slip through small openings.
Illusion Creation- Boogie is able to cast images, sounds, feelings, and smells into the minds of others that are so realistic that they are unmistakable as real, he use to use this to terrorize the people of the Homeland.
Fear Sense- Boogie is quite literally the origin of the phrase "it can smell your fear". He has the bizarre sixth sense of being able to sense the fears of those around him. The best way he has ever described it as was when he said people's fear appeared in subtle ways, like someone with a fear of fire would appear to have a few embers coming off them or another person who is afraid of being buried alive will reek of dirt.
Other
Once upon a time... I was a Monster |
55,464 | 1,518 | 24 | 1,355 | 857 | ... The name is Leon, Mr. Black. A refugee from Fabletown just like the rest that attend tonight's festivities. If you wish to discuss business now, I'm afraid I must decline. You can stop by my shop later, and we'll talk then, Leon added curtly, obviously offended by the black dressed man. It was one thing to question him, it was another to doubt his word. Surely the word of one who would willingly subject himself to death is beyond reproach? Either way, Leon felt it was time to draw this conversation to a close, "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Black."
With that, Leon would turn his back abruptly on the man and return to the party at large. He wasn't attending tonight's event to be badgered about the contents of his larder. Instead, he turned back to the socialites, the people to which he felt more accustomed. Black held his own... 'Charm', but that quickly wore thin on Leon's nerves. Now attempting to save the appeal of tonight's event, Leon found himself searching for any new form of entertainment. and how quickly it was found.
Had the man been up close, he might not have seen it; but from the outside looking in- it was as plan as day. A rather familiar fable was making rounds amongst the crowd, his deft hands providing not even a subtle hint of his theivery- or at least to those that were not paying attention. It was when the man paused, that Leon would approach him from the flank, "Hello, Robin, enjoying tonight's festivities? Anything 'interesting' that caught your eye recently?" Leon spoke pointedly, though with a tone that resembled more amusement than anything else. | Name:
Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion
Nickname:
Leon or Leo
Race:
Lycanthrope (Lion)
Gender:
Male
Lycan Form:
Human Form:
Job:
Leon does not work, though he does own his own butchers shop.
Personality:
Leon has a very regal and sophisticated form of speech that seems a little out of place for his new settings, but regarded with respect all the same. It's not uncommon to see him assisting the less fortunate fables, but merely offering them jobs at his shop if they remain hidden. Having the ability to change into his Lion form, he is an agressive fighter that prefers to get it overwith as quickly as possible, often drawing the assailants attention to himself if multiple people are involved. If his wife is brought up, he'll try to dismiss the conversation, seeing as how his wife was killed shortly before their arrival to this new place.
Fable:
The Wounded Lion (Synopsis):
Once upon a time-
A poor girl got a job herding cows. One day, she heard a moan, and found a lion with a thorn in its paw. She pulled it out, and the lion thanked her by licking her face, but she could not find the cows again. Her master beat her and set her to herding donkeys. A year later, she found the lion wounded again, and when she aided it, the donkeys vanished. Her master beat her again and set to her to herding pigs. A year later, the lion appeared for a third time, wounded, she aided it, the pigs vanished, and she decided to wait and see if she could find them.
She climbed a tree and saw a man coming down a path and vanishing behind a rock at sunset. She decided to stay until she saw him come out. At dawn, a lion came out. She went down and behind the rock. A beautiful house stood there; she tidied it up and ate a meal before coming out to climb the same tree. The man came at the same time, and the next morning, the lion looked about before going on.
After three days of this, she could not discover his secret, so she descended and asked him. He told that he was enchanted by a giant into that form by day and was the lion she had helped; furthermore, the giant had stolen the cows, donkeys, and pigs in revenge for her aid. She wanted to free the man. He told her that the only way was to get a lock of hair from the king's daughter and make a cloak from it for the giant.
The girl got the princess to hire her as a scullion. She dressed very neatly every day, and it came to the ears of the princess, who set her to comb her hair. The girl begged a lock of hair from her until she gave it. The girl wove a coat from it, but it was too small. She went back to the princess, who gave her another lock on the condition that she would find her a prince to marry. The girl said she had already found him, took the lock, and made the coat larger. The giant asked her what reward she wanted. She wanted to turn the lion back into a man. After some argument, the giant told her to kill the lion, cut him up into pieces, burn them, and throw the ash into water. The prince would arise from it a man.
She went away weeping, afraid that the giant had lied and she would kill the prince. The prince comforted her and told her to do it, and it worked. He said he would marry her. The girl told him she had promised the princess that she had found her a bridegroom. They went back to the princess, and her parents, the king and queen, knew him for their own son. So he married the girl who had saved him.
Abilities:
Leon retains his ability to revert into his Werelion form, enhancing his physical strength and endurace at the detrement to his relative speed. In this state he is still conscious and is able to speak normally. However, it is possible for him to revert to this form when angry though this event is very rare indeed.
In his human state, Leon is merely stronger then he appears and his words seem to be able to persuade even the most adamant to consent.
Other:
As odd as it may seem, the man knows a bit of Spanish and can speak it fluently. His apartment is a rather luxurious one with many picture of him and a beautiful woman, though he refuses to speak on it much. |
55,465 | 1,518 | 25 | 172 | 1,237 | In which Sonny Wu finds a friend
As the party continued around him Wukong proped himself against the back wall of room and rested his hands behind his head his gold framed aviators slid slightly down on his nose. An exasperated sigh escaped him as he silently began kicking himself for actually coming to this poor excuse for a party, he figured that Ol' King Cole would actually throw a party worth having this year.
'He should have let me plan this thing...it would have been much more fun.
Reaching into his ear Wukong pulled out his Jingu Bang and allowed it to grow into the size of a cane and placed it on the ground where it stood straight where it stood. Causing it to grow in diamater Wukong stood on one end and peered out over the crowd to get a better perception of who was actually at this event. As his keen eyes scaned the room he spotted several faces that he 'recognized' including the Lion-Guy, Boogie-Down, and...some guy in a suit (he didn't actually know the last guy but he didn't really care either).
Almost giving up the search of someone interesting to talk to Wukong's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement as he spoted someone from his own homeland and a someone from the Beauacracy to. Jumping down from from Jingu Bang and barged through the crowd until he was left standing in front of The Great Beard himself (as he like to call him) Guan Yu.
Wukong's cheeky grin couldn't be contained as he peered at the man over his aviators his thick and heavy accent rolled of his tongue in torrents,
"Well look what we have here, the Celestial Emporer himself come to mingle among the common folk! It's good to see you Guany." | Name: Amalia Frisk
Nickname: Amy
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amalia is 5'6 with a slender build and is rather petite when it comes to her assets. Amalia keeps her body in good shape having good core strength and being well toned. Perfectly pure porcelain white skin just like her teeth. Shoulder length blonde hair which is usually messy or in a ponytail. Her eyes are naturally a crystalline blue but they change to red if she gets angry or uses her magic. Amalia usually wears baggy work clothes like jeans with suspenders and a shirt sometimes she wears a few places of jewellery. However she will dress up for special occasions.
Job: Owns a traditional Danish bakery were she makes most of the food herself. From time to time she does employ other people if they are in need of a job or when she is doing holiday specials.
Personality: She is kind and helpful when people need it. She can be a bit shy around people if they are trying to hit on her. Amalia always likes trying new things and exploring. However their is a dark side to her when someone is mean to her she goes into an uncontrollable rage due to her powers. Luckily she has a high tolerance when it comes to people being mean to her. She enjoys visiting the Farm because it reminds her of that magical world she had to leave behind.
Fable: Amalia's story is a simple one of a mother loving her daughter and hating her stepdaughter Amalia. One day her mother took both children to the well and set them a task. It was a simple one they were both given thread to spin and who's ever thread broke first would be pushed in the well. Off corse Amalia was given thread that was of such poor quality it was in possible to spin so she was pushed in.
Instead of falling to her death she instead found a wonderful land of magic at the bottom. She came across some vines that were in her way that asked Amalia not to hurt them. So she took her time by carefully walking between the gaps in the vines and gently moving some out of the way before putting them back. Next she came across an oven and she was hungry. The oven told her she could eat what she liked but asked Amalia not to hurt it. She ate the bread and thanked the oven for a lovely meal and shut its door. Next she came across a cow and Amalia was very thirsty so she asked the cow for some milk and it responded of corse she could all it asked was not to be hurt. She drank the milk until only drop was left and the cow asked her to rub the last bit on her hooves and put the bucket back. She did as she was asked thanking the cow before leaving.
One day she came across a farm were an old woman resided who told her she use the girls services. Amalia was very grateful working very hard to earn her keep. She was summoned three times by the old woman each time giving her an impossible task. However on each task the local creatures told her how do them because she had been so kind to them. When a year had passed the old lady told her to go to the attic and pick out a casket from upstairs. Amalia considered many nice ones but was directed to a plain black one by the old woman's cats.
When she returned home her stepmother was shocked and took the casket from her opening to find it full of treasure. The stepmother wanted more so she pushed her own daughter down the well. Unlike Amalia she was mean, rude and careless so none of the animals helped her with the tasks nor did they tell her the right casket to choose. The stepdaughter came home with her ruby red casket which when opened burned her stepmother and stepsister to death. This is were the original tale. Seeing them die was a very happy time for Amalia as she would never have to put up with them again. That's when the fire entered her body turning her eyes red lighting up with her new found powers. She can't believe that the old woman had kept her promise to free her from her family when she had told her the horrible things they had done to her. Taking her casket from her mothers room she left the house to burn heading back down the well.
Amalia ended up traveling for a long time until she had to flee with the rest of the fables to the Mundy world. She used the treasure in her casket to buy a place for her to live and a small bakery outside of Fable Town. She put the rest of the treasure away for a rainy day.
Abilities: Amalia can control fire and can't be hurt by it.
Other: A story I like because it doesn't start with 'Once upon a time'. |
55,466 | 1,518 | 26 | 337 | 150 | Guan Yu Chastises A Former Comrade
"Sun Wukong," rumbled Yunchang. And it was the trickster himself come to torment him. Wonderful. At least he was more of a trickster and less actively malicious than that infuriating Dorian Grey. But still, no matter how hard the man tried to create a town of benevolence, Fate seemed to possess a predilection for irritating him. Still, one could not easily dismiss someone who, if not a friend, was a long-held associate. "Last I saw, you were still filling in the paperwork for damages caused by Dong Zhuo. How many centuries has it been?" he asked politely. As the Jade Emperor, he had hoped that charging the cheeky god with literal millenia of paperwork would keep him out of trouble. But here they were, at a party, with no paperwork in sight.
But, once upon a time before coming here they had been comrades, so he couldn't remain annoyed about his presence. What he was annoyed about, though, was his obviousness. "Our purpose here is to blend in. Maintain our glamour, and look the part. This is not our home, Sun Wukong. You would do well to remember this." | Name: Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence)
Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers
Race: Human Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life.
Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd
Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself.
Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor.
When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him.
However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold.
Abilities:
When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory.
Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him.
He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them. |
55,467 | 1,518 | 27 | 718 | 816 | Chapter Four: Back To The Revenge
Abdul absent-mindedly ran his teeth through his gums as Boogie lied through his teeth about his weaknesses and nesting preferences. It wasn't something he was about to mention out loud, but made a mental note to add a small subplot about the Boogieman cameo desperately trying to staunch any and all information about how to defeat him. Truth be told, a prayer and a bowl of purified water under the bed was a rather disappointing way to stave off the "ultimate" evil.
At Boogie's insinuation that the old ways were best, Abdul had to stifle a huff.
"Nothing worth keepin' from back then, Bogman. Nothin' but memories and stories. That's the reason they had ya sign that compact, y'know. 'You forget me sins, an' I'll forget yers' an' all that. Some boys just can't let go of their past, yaknow? I says forget it all, you ain't gonna get nothing but trouble playing up yer reputation."
Abdul nonchalantly cracked his knuckles, and grinned wryly at Boogie.
"Just got meself another deal, yaknow. Fifteen-hunnerd fer a foreword! Better'n all'a butchers an' game hunters in this town. Times're tough fer ev'ryone, but all them noo-voo reesh keep buyin' up clubs an' dragon steaks 'cuz they think just 'cuz they got money now they ain't in dire straits. Ain't much money fer those who ain't the big boys, an' there's only a couple'a big boys here."
Abdul gave Boogie a sly look, and whispered conspiratorially to him. Abdul had spent years eking out a barebones living, and had the kind of money owned by someone who could afford to look shabby.
"T'real money's in liquid assets, Bogman. Don't getcherself tied up in brick-an'-mortar an' don't spend scads on pretty shows an' foreign food-- all that's gonna do is empty yer wallet an' make people have expectations. Make yerself shabby an' live shabby, an' noone but noone'll try an' take anythin' from ya. E'er wonder why them girls on Floor Thirteen look like yer ol' gran, e'ven though they got more money'n all'a us? It's 'cuz they knows what I'm talkin' about." | Name: Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part. |
55,468 | 1,518 | 28 | 78 | 8,963 | Unfortunately I possess no surname. My last name was more of a title before and now the title no longer fits as well as the fact that it brings up painful memories that are not worth experiencing every time it is uttered. I hope you understand. Bianca answered. She realized that it was hard to be proper without a last name to be referred to but hopefully the gentleman would forgive something she had no control over. "Well, than it is a pleasure to make you acquaintance Mr. Grey. As for the soirée, I find it completely magnificent and quite enjoyable so far. It is both a time to never forget what has happened and for those that want to forget, to have something new to remember. Do you have any opinion on the evening?" | Name:
Biancabella & (Samaritana)
Nickname:
Bianca or Bella
Race:
Humanoid Fable; Chimera/Hybrid
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Job:
Zoo Reptile Handler/Presenter
Personality:
Bianca is gentle and kind, loving to all those around her even when they mean to do her harm since she is very trusting. Bubbly and always on the bright side even with all her quirks or dark days. She isn't the only one to worry about though since Samaritana is still just below the surface, protective and vicious especially when angered wither it be her own anger or Bianca's.
Fable:
Once upon a time....there was a girl born with a snake around her neck and people were in fear by the strangeness of it. The snake quickly fled to the garden for safety, harming not one person on its way out though that didn't stop them from trying to kill it. The newborn was named Biancabella and many stayed away from the young girl, the story of her birth spreading.
When she was but the age of ten, a snake from the family garden spoke to her and told the young girl that she was her sister,Samaritana. She told Biancabella that if she obeyed her every word, that her life would always be filled with happiness but that if she did not obey, that misery would be her life. This brought distress to Biancabella and she promise to obey what ever her sister asked of her. The snake then ordered her to bring two buckets, one of milk and one of rosewater. When Biancabella returned to the house, she was still so distressed that her mother asked her what made her so sad. Biancabella asked for the buckets, which her mother gave her just wanting to see the other smile and Biancabella carried them into the garden. The snake then had Biancabella bathe in the buckets. She became even more beautiful, and then magically when her hair was combed it shed jewels, and when her hands were washed, they shed flowers.
This attracted many suitors. Finally, her father agreed to marry her to Ferrandino, King of Naples. After the wedding, Biancabella called on Samaritana, but the snake did not come to her. Biancabella realized she must have disobeyed her and grieved for the snake but ended up leaving with her new husband. Ferrandino's stepmother, who wanted to marry him to one of her ugly daughters, was enraged. Some time later, Ferrandino had to go to war; while he was gone, his stepmother ordered her servants to take Biancabella away and kill her, bringing back proof of her death. They took her away, and while they did not kill her, they gouged out her eyes and cut off her hands. Little did the stepmother know that her plan was of no consequence since Ferrandino was killed in battle.
Biancabella called on Samaritana, who still did not come. She wandered around aimlessly, trying to find safety but she had no way to see and no hands to feel her way around. She wanted to give up, just quit and lay down to die but she fought on. She hoped that maybe Ferrandino would find out of his step mother's treachery and be punished. Would he look for her or even still love her with this horrible appearance? She continued to wander for days, finally reaching a small cottage. The old man that lived there found pity on her, planning on inviting her in to stay for a bit but the man's wife rebuked the offer the man had implied. The man's wife feared that he was letting a punished criminal into their home and made him remember to think of his daughters. Biancabella said she would go but asked kindly if they would give her a small amount of food to spare and in return she would reward them. The woman refused, slamming the door shut. Biancabella could shed no tears but the pain of their actions felt like a stab at an already bleeding wound.
She fell to the ground, calling on Samaritana over and over till her voice was lost. She finally couldn't take it anymore and thought to kill herself this time. Samaritana appeared to stop her, and Biancabella appealed for forgiveness for whatever she had done to make her sister leave her. Samaritana restored her eyes and hands but at a cost to herself. Biancabella was healed but Samaritana was dying and in an effort to save her sister, Biancabella took the others soul into her own body. Samaritana was in despair at the lost of her body, taking control of Biancabella's body to get revenge on the ones that had ruined her sister's life and lead to her own.
Abilities:
Summon and speak to reptiles
Venomous bite
Jewels shed from her hair when brushed
Flowers shed from her hands when washed
Other:
We shall see... |
55,469 | 1,518 | 29 | 1,866 | 1,541 | Wherein the Declarations of Dorian Grey can be Found
How quaint. Well that was something new. Oh well, asking upon that would not be polite. After all, he was in Polite Society, well a mimicry of it. And as the situation was one that was supposed to emulate that of proper society, Dorian Grey would continue to be the Victorian Gentleman he was. Mister Grey stared at Bianca and tilted his head to the right. With his left index finger he tapped at his cheek, pursing his lips ever so slightly.
His eyes drifted upwards as if he was in thought. They quickly returned to glancing back at the lady. "Oh yes I do understand Biancabella, though I must inquire if it Ms or Mrs?" Dorian Grey gave a small smile towards the lady. Oh of course it was a pleasure for her to meet him. He was, after all Dorian Grey, whose own beauty influenced his dear friend Basil Hallward to refer to him as a Young Narcissus. After all, his beauty was just as magnificent as the God's own stunning appearance.
"Yes, it certainly is a pleasure." Mister Grey glanced back behind him, at the festivities still in progress. "Ah yes, it certainly does provide new memories to those on both sides of that ideological fence. Mister Grey thought back to the various other social events he had been through. Oh those, those were the days. Hmph, this event was a pathetic event compared to the social galas he had been through. However he was a Victorian Gentleman, and he was receiving hospitality. Hm, perhaps he had a far more entertaining option to go through in answering this.
"Well, the evening has certainly left quite the impression." Dorian Grey glanced back towards the festivities as he noticed the band preparing for the next set. He returned his focus to Bianca, "Well, well. It looks like it is time for another set. Shall I have the honor of dancing this set with you?" | Name: Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.)
Nickname: Grey
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Job: Purveyor of the Finer Things in life. (IE. Rich Hedonistic Playboy with no 'real job', and a vast fortune to support partying. However occasionally he acts as the Curator of his Museum's Art Gallery.)
Personality: Dorian Grey is happy and thoughtless young man; also known as a brainless beauty. Though despite that he is cultured young man. And while he is thoughtless, it does not mean that his mind is dull. On occasion he can be rather clever. However he sees no point in trying to improve his cleverness, when he can pursue tangible Earthly things and rely on his inherent beauty to get what he desires. Dorian is driven solely by his own desires. In his constant search for sensual pleasures to tickle his fancy, Dorian will use any means to stop those who prove a threat to his amusement. In short, Dorian Grey appears to be a charming individual while he is in fact a cruel and selfish individual, who could be far worse if he had drives beyond obtaining pleasures.
Fable: Once upon a time there was a rather beautiful boy who served as a muse for a talented artist Basil Hallward. The boy, Dorian Grey posed for several self-portraits for Basil. One day, when Basil finished the first self portrait of Dorian, he was approached by his dear friend Lord Henry Wotton. Basil knowing the type of man Wotton is, did not want to introduce his muse to him. But reluctantly he introduced Dorian to Lord Wotton.
Basil was not happy with his portrait, as he felt he revealed too much of his own feelings within it. Lord Wotton, disagreed and felt the painting was Basil's Magnum Opus, due to his own thoughts on the pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of youth. In that vain, Lord Wotton gave a speech to Dorian Grey lamenting how youth and beauty will fade.
This struck a chord with the young Dorian, who viewed his youth and beauty as his most admirable traits. It was to that end he swore that he would trade his own soul, to maintain his youth and beauty as if he was the painting, while the painting grew old and ghastly. At the time, the young ward did not realize that his wish was granted.
Over time, the relationship between Lord Wotton and the young Dorian grew, and Dorian chose to live his life according to Wotton's philosophy of 'New Hedonism'. Dorian pledged that he live for pleasure's sake and pleasure's sake alone. Dorian found himself charmed by a young actress, Sibyl in the slums of London. While Sibyl's brother tried to dissuade her from the path of pursuing a romance with Dorian, she began to fall in love with him and confessed that she truly felt love for him.
Dorian, however only loved her for her ability of acting and cut the relationship shortly after. Sibyl committed suicide and Dorian- upon the behest of Lord Wotton, viewed the matter as an artistic experience. Sibyl represented tragedy that Dorian would no longer need to go through. It was from these series of events, he noticed a change in the self-portrait.
Dorian knew his wish to remain young and beautiful forever was granted, and hid the portrait so only he could see its transformation. He soon threw away conventional morality of the day and now fully devoted himself to pleasure. Eighteen years then passed from this declaration and pursuit of his pleasures. All the while Dorian’s reputation suffered in circles of polite London society, where rumors spread regarding his scandalous exploits.
The artist, Basil Hallward met Dorian Grey once more during a dark and foggy night. He felt that he had to seek the truth, to see whether or not the rumors spread through society were correct regarding the scandals surrounding Grey. After an argument between the two, Dorian eventually decided to show Basil what had become of the painting he made all those years ago. He showed Basil the now-hideous portrait, and Hallward, horrified, begs him to repent. Dorian quickly claimed it is too late for penance and kills Basil in a fit of rage.
After the murder had been committed, Dorian contacted an estranged doctor companion to help him hide the body. Just after the night of the murder, Dorian went to an Opium Den where Sibyl's brother, James Vane tries to exact revenge for her sister's suicide. Dorian managed to escape to his country retreat, and in a scene of serendipitous fortune, James Vane was accidentally killed by a hunting party. Something soon clicked in Dorian's mind and he attempted to seek redemption for the hypocrisy and crimes he committed. Using the knife he killed Basil with he stabbed the painting. His servants, were said to find an old and wretched Dorian Grey next to the young picture which was seemingly unscathed.
Of course, the end was just a fable. Dorian Grey did not in fact truly seek redemption for his foul acts. After all, old habits died hard. He simply needed a way to avoid the continued scandals of London, and faking his own death was the best option. Dorian Grey traveled around throughout the years as a rich playboy, seeking to fuel his own sensual desires. Sadly, with the troubles of the Adversary, and the fact that he was spotted out as a Fable instead of just a ravishing young mundie, his Bohemian Lifestyle came to a close. Dorian had to move to Fabletown and keep a permanent lodging there.
This event however, won't stop Dorian Grey from getting his desires filled.
Abilities:
Painting Phylactery: Dorian Grey has endurance and regeneration powers BEYOND that of a normal Fable. This is due to the self portrait- which now down-right eldtritch- that is bound to him, due to the deal he made with his own soul. As long as the painting is kept safe, Dorian Grey cannot die and will regenerate from any wounds (though of course more destructive wounds are more painful to revive from and take quite a bit of time).
Sinner's Heart: After many decades of incredibly lavish and hedonistic parties, mental and body effecting substances have lost their 'touch'. At the best, Mister Grey can get a minor buzz from these substances.
Other: Dorian Grey has an intense cycle of defrauding insurance companies, by pulling out many life insurances on himself and giving it down a series of relatives (ie. him), in order to finance his own pleasures alongside mooching from richer benefactors. Mister Grey also has an incredibly vast collection of paintings, (personal and museum only pieces) many of them being down-right horrific paintings, with a large chunk being self-portraits. |
55,470 | 1,518 | 30 | 304 | 2,137 | Robin Hood convereses with Leon
Robin Hood pocketed the watch that he had snagged from some poor gentlemen and looked at another familiar face who approached him and the man said.
"Hello, Robin, enjoying tonight's festivities? Anything 'interesting' that caught your eye recently?"
The man spoke pointedly, though with a tone that resembled more amusement than anything else, he recognized the man as a Sir. Leon and the man seemed to understand who Robin was.
"Hello Leon I am enjoying this little party in a little way that provides me with amusement and other assorted amount of things,"
Robin winked at Leon with a small smirk then continued.
"Oh many of things catch my eye from maid to merchandise and many other things but at the moment I have done my job,"
He said as he patted his over coat with his gloved hands and then looked at Leon confusedly and asked.
"But besides me what brought you here to me?"
Then Robin looked from side to side and checked if anyone was eavesdropping and he whispered.
"You need a job done or something I do under the table jobs sometimes you know!"
He said quietly so Leon could hear, he liked the man and he thought he would be a good business partner or maybe a good boss so Robin would treat him fairly and not steal any of his possessions from him. | Name: Robin Hood or to the Mundies he's called Hood
Nickname:
Robin, Robin of Locksley.
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male.
Appearance:
A tall and handsome huntsman with light short brown hair and fair hazel eyes with fair looks and an athletic build, he wears a Nice suit or his camouflage pants, shirt and hoodie and often carries around two daggers a and when he is out hunting he has his Long Bow and he also carries a long sword he 'inherited' from a king.
Job:
Robin hunts for a living and a hobby.
Personality:
Robin is a driven hardworking young man with an attitude and a certain kind of cunning he is very charismatic and charming to an extent and he is very dexterous with his hands he steals from the rich to give to the poor.
Fable:
Robin was a thief and an outlaw in his homelands for shooting one of the Kings deer and betrayal as the Knights had called it, he stole from the rich and gave to the poor, Robin Hood had gathered a band of merry men and started living in the wilds of the forest many of his men died and he couldn't take it anymore so he traveled to here to start a new life.
Abilities:
Master Thief: Robin is a master of pickpockets and stealing, he is also a master in stealth.
Folklore Entity Physiology: He embodies Robin Hood Himself.
Peak Human Accuracy: Accuracy at the highest limit of human efficiency.
Enhanced Archery: Robin possess great skill in use of the Bow and Arrow.
Enhanced Dexterity: Robin has the ability to control his limbs,muscles and digits extremely well.
Other:
Nothing to add. |
55,471 | 1,518 | 31 | 1,355 | 857 | Nothing in particular, Sir Hood. Merely recognized a familiar face, and was coming to see how you were. Glad to see you escaped the Homelands, Leon spoke, patting the man's shoulder as his gaze turned the activities of those around them. Indeed, many people were about, but most too preoccupied to even notice the exchange between the two men. Lifting a hand to readjust his dreadlocks, his attention would return to Robin Hood, "Actually- now that you mention it- tonight's events took a significant toll upon my stock. Though I'm more than happy to supply our liege with whatever he desires; I do have to maintain a decent supply to meet with demands of our kin and mundies alike. If you happen to find yourself hunting any particularly rare game, I'd be more than happy to compensate you for the beast's meat. You can do with what you will with the hides."
Upon voicing his offer, the dark-skinned male couldn't help but cast a subtle smile, "As for your procurement tonight... I don't know what you speak of." He spoke the latter words slowly and intentionally, followed by a wink. He had known of Robin- in fact- he had dealt with the man many times in regards to his hunting prowess, "Still, do be careful. I'd hate to see the great 'Robin Hood' behind bars."
As his gaze continued to glance about the room, his eyes would rest upon Mr. Black once more. With a subtle growl under his breath, he'd lean over and whisper to the man at his side, "Be careful of that one... Always the enigma, but now fosters a curiosity for my business. I wouldn't divulge too much to that man. His motives are foreign to me." | Name:
Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion
Nickname:
Leon or Leo
Race:
Lycanthrope (Lion)
Gender:
Male
Lycan Form:
Human Form:
Job:
Leon does not work, though he does own his own butchers shop.
Personality:
Leon has a very regal and sophisticated form of speech that seems a little out of place for his new settings, but regarded with respect all the same. It's not uncommon to see him assisting the less fortunate fables, but merely offering them jobs at his shop if they remain hidden. Having the ability to change into his Lion form, he is an agressive fighter that prefers to get it overwith as quickly as possible, often drawing the assailants attention to himself if multiple people are involved. If his wife is brought up, he'll try to dismiss the conversation, seeing as how his wife was killed shortly before their arrival to this new place.
Fable:
The Wounded Lion (Synopsis):
Once upon a time-
A poor girl got a job herding cows. One day, she heard a moan, and found a lion with a thorn in its paw. She pulled it out, and the lion thanked her by licking her face, but she could not find the cows again. Her master beat her and set her to herding donkeys. A year later, she found the lion wounded again, and when she aided it, the donkeys vanished. Her master beat her again and set to her to herding pigs. A year later, the lion appeared for a third time, wounded, she aided it, the pigs vanished, and she decided to wait and see if she could find them.
She climbed a tree and saw a man coming down a path and vanishing behind a rock at sunset. She decided to stay until she saw him come out. At dawn, a lion came out. She went down and behind the rock. A beautiful house stood there; she tidied it up and ate a meal before coming out to climb the same tree. The man came at the same time, and the next morning, the lion looked about before going on.
After three days of this, she could not discover his secret, so she descended and asked him. He told that he was enchanted by a giant into that form by day and was the lion she had helped; furthermore, the giant had stolen the cows, donkeys, and pigs in revenge for her aid. She wanted to free the man. He told her that the only way was to get a lock of hair from the king's daughter and make a cloak from it for the giant.
The girl got the princess to hire her as a scullion. She dressed very neatly every day, and it came to the ears of the princess, who set her to comb her hair. The girl begged a lock of hair from her until she gave it. The girl wove a coat from it, but it was too small. She went back to the princess, who gave her another lock on the condition that she would find her a prince to marry. The girl said she had already found him, took the lock, and made the coat larger. The giant asked her what reward she wanted. She wanted to turn the lion back into a man. After some argument, the giant told her to kill the lion, cut him up into pieces, burn them, and throw the ash into water. The prince would arise from it a man.
She went away weeping, afraid that the giant had lied and she would kill the prince. The prince comforted her and told her to do it, and it worked. He said he would marry her. The girl told him she had promised the princess that she had found her a bridegroom. They went back to the princess, and her parents, the king and queen, knew him for their own son. So he married the girl who had saved him.
Abilities:
Leon retains his ability to revert into his Werelion form, enhancing his physical strength and endurace at the detrement to his relative speed. In this state he is still conscious and is able to speak normally. However, it is possible for him to revert to this form when angry though this event is very rare indeed.
In his human state, Leon is merely stronger then he appears and his words seem to be able to persuade even the most adamant to consent.
Other:
As odd as it may seem, the man knows a bit of Spanish and can speak it fluently. His apartment is a rather luxurious one with many picture of him and a beautiful woman, though he refuses to speak on it much. |
55,472 | 1,518 | 32 | 2,795 | 294 | Mr. Black simply stared at Leon as he walked away, going through his mental roster of criminals. The name didn't help. Mr. Black had never heard of a Leon matching the man's description. It could have been an alias, but Mr. Black doubted that. He tapped his earpiece.
"Note: Keep an eye on fable alias Leon. He is definitely a smuggler. Additionally, egotistical and a bad liar."
Leon walked over and spoke to another fable, one that Mr. Black did recognize. A petty criminal by the name of Hood. Wanted for tax evasion, among other things. Apparently skilled, but ultimately small fry. Mr. Black spoke into his earpiece again.
"Fable alias Leon is speaking with fable alias Hood, may be discussing-", Mr. Black was cut off as somebody shoved him from behind.
"Ay, dipshit, move yer ass."
"Pardon.", Mr. Black turned to face a tall, muscular man in a ski mask, covered head to toe in a thick, heavy garments that left not an inch of skin exposed. He reeked of bug-spray.
"Move. Yer. Ass. Ya blockin' the ham."
"You heard nothing.", Mr. Black said as he stepped out of the man's way.
"Yeah, sure, great, didn't heard nothin' or whatever. Fuck off.", the man grumbled as he began forking slice after slice of ham onto his plate.
Mr. Black stepped away and tapped his earpiece again.
"Fable alias Leon is speaking with fable alias Hood, may be discussing some form of criminal activities. Likely smuggling." | Name:
The Man in Black
Nickname:
Mr. Black
Race:
Agent
Gender:
Mr. Black has no genitalia. Mr. Black is smooth like a Ken doll. Neither does Mr. Black have any recognizable prints, scent, identifiable gait, retinal pattern, or anything of that nature.
Appearance:
Job:
On the 22nd of every other month, The Agency wires exactly fourteen thousand, one hundred and forty-six dollars and thirty-nine cents to Mr. Black's expense account.
Personality:
Mr. Black is an amnesiac. Mr. Black's head is a vague, shifting morass of contradicting information pertaining to The Agency and its activities. The Agency is Mr. Black's life. For as long as Mr. Black has existed, he has worked for The Agency. The Agency has many names. The Agency is Illuminati. The Agency is the Freemasons. The Agency is Mr. Black. The Agency is the Council of Zion. The Agency is the Fourth Reich. The Agency is the Red Hat Society. Mr. Black is extremely loyal to The Agency. Mr. Black is a cog in the machine. He is The Agency's greatest weapon in their fight against The Agency. Every day at 11 AM, Mr. Black relieves a call from The Agency with his daily directives. Once upon a time Mr. Black missed this call. Very bad things happened. Mr. Black does not like to miss this call. Mr. Black knows his life is worthless compared to the secrets of The Agency. Mr. Black will willingly give his life to conceal the motives of The Agency. The Agency is all.
Fable: MIB
In every country, going back as far as political systems have existed, there have been rumors of an enormous ur-government of incredible power and influence that existed only to keep some particular culture oppressed. The Elders of Zion, Freemasons, Illuminati- the concept of a shadow government has enraptured people's minds for centuries. Eventually, there came to be another aspect to the stories: The Men in Black. Mysterious men dressed in a white shirt, a black suit, black shoes, black socks, and a black tie who appear to silence those who had seen something they shouldn't have. Commonly sighted in groups of three, they travel in remarkably well-preserved 1950's black Cadillacs (1960's Jaguars in European countries) and appear capable of appearing and vanishing at will. Sometimes, they're associated with the government. Other times, they're considered to be aliens or supernatural creatures in their own right.
See also:
Here
and
Here
Abilities:
Mr. Black can become completely unnoticeable, or draw all attention to himself. Not even machines notice Mr. Black unless Mr. Black wants them to.
Mr. Black has a special voice that makes mundies and their things listen very carefully and do what he says. If Mr. Black asks for something, they give it to him. If Mr. Black tells them to forget something, they forget. If he tells them to talk, they tell him their story. Mr. Black finds this very useful.
If Mr. Black is in trouble, he can call in his colleagues Mr. Black and Mr. Black to help him. Mr. Black is rarely in trouble.
Finally, Mr. Black has ties to The Agency. The Agency knows Mr. Black. They give Mr. Black resources and information that he needs to do his job. Mr. Black's job is very important.
Other: Who is Mr. Black? |
55,473 | 1,518 | 33 | 304 | 2,137 | Robin glanced over at the man Leon had whispered to him about and Robin didn't exactly recognize him at first but he certainly knew who and what he was.
Mr.Black looked like he was whispering to himself when a large man wearing a ski-mask bumped into him at this moment he pulled Leon aside around a corner and walked down a hall towards the restrooms that were nearby then when he thought it was okay to speak he spoke.
"You seem to be right about avoiding that gentleman but I am equally suspicious of him as he seems to be in us as well!"
He said looking around the corner seeing Mr.Black whispering to himself again.
"He seems to be spying on us Leon"
Robin said as he glanced behind them, it was probably obvious to Leon that Robin was worried about this Mr.Black but it was for good reasons he didn't want to end up behind bars again he had enough of that life it wasn't healthy even though he broke out of Jail long ago, it was just that the situation and the way Mr.Black acted made Robin skittish and afraid that he would have to go back to jail. | Name: Robin Hood or to the Mundies he's called Hood
Nickname:
Robin, Robin of Locksley.
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male.
Appearance:
A tall and handsome huntsman with light short brown hair and fair hazel eyes with fair looks and an athletic build, he wears a Nice suit or his camouflage pants, shirt and hoodie and often carries around two daggers a and when he is out hunting he has his Long Bow and he also carries a long sword he 'inherited' from a king.
Job:
Robin hunts for a living and a hobby.
Personality:
Robin is a driven hardworking young man with an attitude and a certain kind of cunning he is very charismatic and charming to an extent and he is very dexterous with his hands he steals from the rich to give to the poor.
Fable:
Robin was a thief and an outlaw in his homelands for shooting one of the Kings deer and betrayal as the Knights had called it, he stole from the rich and gave to the poor, Robin Hood had gathered a band of merry men and started living in the wilds of the forest many of his men died and he couldn't take it anymore so he traveled to here to start a new life.
Abilities:
Master Thief: Robin is a master of pickpockets and stealing, he is also a master in stealth.
Folklore Entity Physiology: He embodies Robin Hood Himself.
Peak Human Accuracy: Accuracy at the highest limit of human efficiency.
Enhanced Archery: Robin possess great skill in use of the Bow and Arrow.
Enhanced Dexterity: Robin has the ability to control his limbs,muscles and digits extremely well.
Other:
Nothing to add. |
55,474 | 1,519 | 0 | 1,645 | 768 | The dream is always the same. He's running. Always running, whether to it or from it, the direction doesn't matter. He ALWAYS ends up here, to this moment. To Robern's bedside. His tears always stream down his face as the 25th Century doctors, with all their knowledge, with all their technology, fail his brother again, and again. He always sees his brother die, as the blood pours from his-
Eobard Thawne, better known to the world as the speed demon Reverse-Flash, woke with a jolt, a large gasp as he was suddenly and violently awoken by his recurring nightmare. Every time he woke, every time he gasped, he cursed the name of Barry Allen. Swearing like a sailor under his breath, he sighed and took note of his surroundings. At the speed of sound, he could take minute details in in a matter of seconds. He studied every crack on the ceiling, every word written on the walls. He moved at the speed of sound, creating a swirling tornado of red lightning as he circled the exercise yard, creating a sonic boom. If that didn't wake up the others, it would shortly. He had noticed Digger as one of the people laid out here.
Great. He had to deal with Captain Boomerang. But why were they laid out here, in Belle Reve's exercise yard? He glanced up at the cameras, and a thousand scenarios ran through his head at the speed of light, boiling down to a single word. Waller. Amanda Waller, to be exact. That answered the who, but why remained persistent. Why would Amanda Waller, head of a top secret ops group NO ONE knew about, put three of arguably the world's most dangerous men together in an exercise yard unsupervised? He especially, considering he was the Fastest Man Alive, despite what is said of the Flash? The Red and Black tornado kept swirling, he kept moving faster and faster, the Negative Speed Force Energy building. only to subside into his collar. It kept him from vibrating through it, and from reaching time travel speeds, but otherwise, was useless. Well, if one called a small bomb useless. It was Amanda Waller's dog collar she had given him, yet she remained vague on why she had bestowed this on him. He flicked a glance on the other two men, and kept the tornado going, electricity crackling around it. Boomer would hate it, but Eobard didn't care. He knew that for any listening ears or watchful eyes, that appearances were everything.
He heard groaning and glanced, though he didn't bring his speed to a stop, keeping the red and black vortex going. Captain Boomerang was awake. Perfect. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,475 | 1,519 | 1 | 2,375 | 345 | Reaching to his utility belt he whipped out his weapon of choice. A boomerang.
"You better bugger' off, mate!" He shouted loudly. "Or by god, I'll blind yer', you piece of filth!"
Eobard smirked. He didn't slow down, but rather snatched the Boomerang from Digger's hand, skidding to a halt and creating a second sonic boom as he rapidly decelrated. The Red and Black negative speed force energy that had become his skin and his eponymous suit gave him a sort of monstrous visage, to some, but all Digger probably saw was an Evil Flash, which, some would say, was true, but in reality he was ruthless, and determined to utterly destroy The Flash. He waved the boomerang almost tauntingly as the vortex didn't dissipate, rather it held its shape, almost like a tornado. Eobard sauntered over, keeping the boomerang ever waving in his hands.
"Hello, Digger. Fancy seeing you here. I take it Snart kicked you out, or you wouldn't be here. You know where I'm from, George? I'm from the future. And do you know what kind of mark you make, George?" Here, Reverse-Flash moved with the speed he was known for, appearing first behind him, then directly in his ear, then in front of him as he said his next speech. "You are-or were-a Rogue. That won't mean anything in my time. You're a cockroach, a nobody in the annals of time. The mark you make on history is nonexistent. By the 25th century, Captain Boomerang is as forgotten as today's weather report. When all is said and done, Harkness, You. Don't. Matter."
Eobard snapped the boomerang in half, and tossed the pieces at Digger's feet. Despite being known for being as fast as the Flash, people rarely recognized his other talent: Psychological warfare. He loved to get inside his adversary's head, see what makes them tick, and then show them their weaknesses. Digger was, in his estimation, a vain man, unable to see much past money, power, and legacy. Few realized he was a profiler in the 25th century before his obsession with time and saving Robern. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,476 | 1,519 | 2 | 2,436 | 984 | Thomas was wondering how he could have let himself be ganged up upon by Batman and his pathetic family of vigilantes. He held his own for a bit and used his intelligence to herd his enemies to give himself an advantage, but Batman was an incredible strategist and he corned and taken down. Now he was in Belle Reve prison and had a collar on his neck, very ironic for someone with his criminal identity. He was a cat in a pound and he was locked up with other rapid animals. Thomas eventually was allowed to go to the training field where he saw some of the other villains and he was dressed in his costume.
He was surprised to see Reverse Flash in Belle Reve, he had heard stories about the evil counterpart of the Flash and he had thought the speedster was impossible to catch, but that had turned out to be untrue. Captain Boomerang came as no surprise, most of the Flash's rogues were easy to take down. Then he saw Deathstroke and chuckled, so the great and deadly mercenary had gotten himself caught, maybe Deadshot was the better gun for hire than Slade. He saw that Reverse Flash and Captain Boomerang were fighting and he decided to step just as Deathstroke had done. He walked up to the two Flash villains and gave them a glare.
"How about you two Goofballs get your heads out of your asses and focus on getting better to kick the ass of your enemy, no wonder the Flash kicks both of your asses on a regular basis, you two make me laugh" Catman said with insulting tone as he folded his arms waiting for these C-listers to respond. He was glad that he would never have to work with these tools, and he was ready to start training. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
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55,477 | 1,519 | 3 | 2,748 | 2,520 | Her body was screaming, and yet she couldn’t let out a single sound. Bound, constricted, drugged and completely vulnerable, Rose continued slipping in and out of consciousness as her body’s natural instinct was to shut down to null the pain. She wasn’t sure how long she was there, wherever there was she didn’t have an inkling of a clue; her mind a jumbled mess of flashes between dreams and reality, though which one was which she couldn’t tell.
For a few moments she was aware of the lights overhead, streaming down onto her face and piercing through her heavy eyelids that she was only able to open half a fraction of an inch before losing the battle and let them slam back shut. Wrestling with Killer Croc would have been an easier task than trying to get her body to cooperate right now. Once her body was forced back into relaxing, an annoying buzz around her ears made her vaguely aware that she wasn’t alone. The buzz, the longer she concentrated, turned into soft murmuring voices around her.
For a moment, her mind was able to focus long enough on a few key words spoken by her captors. Blonde. Incarceration. Surprise. Scrawny. They were talking about her, that much was clear, but what more her captors were saying escaped her mind as she slipped back into unconsciousness for what very well could have been the thirtieth time within an hour, welcoming the light that brought her screaming nerve endings to a tolerable throb.
The doors of the courtyard were thrown wide open, a loud bang coming from the door as it hit the cement wall once it opened as far as it could go. Two security officers made their way inside, both dressed in expensive five-piece suits with a pair of shades over their eyes and a Bluetooth headset nestled snugly in their right ear to keep them from looking too human. The taller security guard had a young woman thrown over his shoulder like she were a sack of potatoes. She certainly couldn’t have weighed more than a sack of potatoes anyway.
Catching the eye of Slade Wilson, the security guard chuckled as he reached his opposite arm around to heave the small blonde off his shoulder and dropped her at Slade’s feet.
“You got mail, Slade.” The security officer said with a wide grin and used his foot to roll the young girl over so that she was lying on her back.
It didn’t take too much to gather that the girl had something for the Mercenary. She wore his colors and her suit (though made from Kevlar rather than armored metal) took on the same style as his, right down to the split mask that covered up the top half of her face, leaving her lips, chin, and the bottom half of her cheeks exposed.
Aside from the fact that she resembled almost an exact replica of Deathstroke (though female), the only other oddity was the fact that the girl didn’t even so much as move. Still heavily sedated, lost in the world of her dreams, she didn’t even so much as stir with her abrupt contact with the ground.
“Take good care of her yeah? Make sure to feed her once a day, take her out for walks, clean up after her messes and issue plenty of play time.” The security guard winked, chuckling to himself as he looked to the second security guard for backup support to his joke. When the second security guard only shrugged in response, the first scowled. “Oh c’mon, that was funny!” The second security guard just shook his head and began heading back to the doors they came in. “Fucking prick.” The first security guard growled as he followed his companion, not even so much as giving the others a passing glance as the doors shut behind them, leaving just as quickly as they came. | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,478 | 1,519 | 4 | 2,375 | 345 | "Bold words for a cat in a collar", Slade spoke, a wide, sly smile forming under his mask. In his opinion, Catman was nothing more but a ordinary thug. He had more in common with a kid who just hit puberty and suddenly felt the urge to be edgy, than with a proper criminal, or rather villain as the media labeled people like Slade and the rest of the courtyard quartet. Not to say Slade was growing protective for the rest of the inmates, but it was a fact that facing The Flash was a lot harder than dealing with The Bat, the latter who was the sole instigator behind Fluffy's imprisonment. If he couldn't handle The Dark Knight, then all he could do at the moment was pray the evil Flash didn't feel compelled to drag his ass down the basketball court all out of a sudden. Boomer, in the other hand; Slade was not a fan of his work, but for a man with no superpowers, he surely held his ground well against the 'Crimson Comet'. While even the Legendary Mercenary admitted to feeling slightly unsettled when Zoom was nearby, considering his powers were way beyond the usual norm. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to put a bullet in his head, should his behavior pose a threat.
Shortly after Slade got acquainted with the three musketeers, the doors to the exercise yard opened audibly, causing an uproar in the room. Two guards came in, uttering a bunch of non-sense and bickering over their 'jokes'. Slade didn't have the richest sense of humor, but their jokes were far from funny. What caught his attention was the girl that one of them was carrying. He couldn't see her face, but she was wearing a colorful uniform, much like Wilson's. One of the guards dropped her in front of his feet, before both of them went back from where they came, swearing under their breath as they did - it was then that the Mercenary finally realized who the girl was; The Ravager. He was given a lot of heat in the underground community because of her actions, some even going as far as throwing rumors about her being his illegitimate daughter. Another persisting rumor was that she was Slade's pupil. Either way, Slade had to take responsibility for a lot of her actions, even though he never got to meet her face-to-face, or rather mask-to-mask.
The One-Eyed Merc. knelt down then pulled his sword, freeing her off the shackles that were binding her. Then, he rolled her over, now both facing each other. The girl was heavily sedated, and Slade couldn't wait for her to wake up on her own. While neither of the villains on the courtyard were charged of rape or anything close, there was always a first time. Slade carefully removed her mask before doing the same with his. He didn't know where he was kept before, but it sure was a cold place, considering you could get your tongue stuck if you tried to lick the iron mask he carried. Slade brushed the mask against her face, expecting it to give her a shiver and eventually wake her up from her beauty sleep, but to no avail. She was doing some subtle movements around, but no budge. The sedative probably had a greater effect on her due to her weight - she barely got to 90 pounds, according to Slade's deduction. He placed his mask back where it was before pulling his FN Five-Seven. Whispering softly was not an option, so the only way to get her back on her feet was to shoot a gun near her ear, which is what Slade did. If that wouldn't wake her up, he had no idea what would. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,479 | 1,519 | 5 | 1,645 | 768 | Captain Boomerang silently bit his tongue out of fear when with a burst of red light his boomerang disappeared from his hand, only to fall to the ground in pieces in front of him. "Hello, Digger. Fancy seeing you here. I take it Snart kicked you out, or you wouldn't be here. You know where I'm from, George? I'm from the future. And do you know what kind of mark you make, George? You are-or were-a Rogue. That won't mean anything in my time. You're a cockroach, a nobody in the annals of time. The mark you make on history is nonexistent. By the 25th century, Captain Boomerang is as forgotten as today's weather report. When all is said and done, Harkness, You. Don't. Matter."
Throughout his speech, the speedster rocketed about, moving around him, trying to get the Australian criminal to shit himself, so to speak. Thought Ol' Boomer wouldn't be scared that easy! Hell, Digger wasn't dreaming of much. He by far didn't expect a Captain Boomerang museum or the such, he wasn't some delusional psycho like the living streak here. He wasn't in it for the fame, it was just a small bonus if he got any! Digger stepped forward, about to raise this point when a voice came from his right. Deathstroke.
The assassin's voice was older than he had expected. Gruffer too. That being said, Digger couldn't shun him, the guy was currently defending his honor. "Yeah, whut m' bud ere' said!" Digger chimed in, pointing his finger accusingly at the Reverse-Flash. That was when yet another voice interrupted them. Boomerang had to hold back a laugh when he saw him approaching. Catman of all the super-villains in the world was berating him for getting his ass kicked? From what he heard, the guy was basically a Bat-freak rip-off, except while the caped crusader hung out in a cave, this guy hung out in a litter box, Apparently he even had a Cat-mobile! The thought put a smile across his face, which he removed a second later after remembering that he was supposed to be a professional!
"Oh, go cough up a fur-ball" He jeered before turning back to the speedster, intent on speaking his mind, only for the doors to burst open. Guards marched in, a young girl between them, obviously sedated. What struck Digger was what she was wearing. It appeared to be a makeshift version of Deathstroke's own costume. He smirked. Did the legendary one-eyed jerk have some secret ninja daughter? Or better yet, a secret ninja fan? While Deathstroke moved to interact with the girl, Harkness approached the guards. "Oi, do y' mind tellin' us why the 'ell we're here?" He shouted, breaking into a run, only for the door to slam shut behind them. Captain Boomerang cursed angrily and kicked the door. When did prison get so god damn confusing? | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,480 | 1,519 | 6 | 2,748 | 2,520 | After being rolled over a few times, Rose was vaguely aware of the soft patch of grass her body rested on only after breathing in the heavy scent of dirt and a freshly mowed lawn. Her other senses were doing little to help her take on her surroundings, as her eyelids still insisted that they remain glued shut and most of her nerve endings had gone numb for touch. For a moment, she felt her body being maneuvered a bit when there was suddenly a great relief from a constraint she didn't even know was there washed over her wrists, or was it her ankles? Hell she didn't know, she couldn't tell and her frustration came out in a pathetic groan of a whimper as she struggled to gain consciousness, only for her mind to slip back into her drug induced sleep.
She was sixteen, sprawled out on the back lawn of the Teen Titans headquarters wearing nothing but a sports bra and sports shorts. A bead a sweat trickled down from her face and splashed down onto her collarbone but she paid it no mind, too engrossed in the cigarette perched between her naturally pouted lips as she took the final drag before it had burnt down to the filter.
"You know you can't do that here."
Rose looked up from her spot to see Nightwing headed in her direction, a reprimanding scowl intensified by the blue mask he wore over his eyes. Rose just shook her head and flicked the useless filter over to a small gravel pit where the remaining smolder wouldn't catch fire to anything before hoisting herself up to meet Nightwing halfway. She fell into his arms immediately, his lips on her neck and hands on her waist as she took in a moment to breathe in his scent. He was sweaty and the muscles on his arms were tense, confirming her fleeting thought that he had been training not just a few moments ago.
"Go to hell Dick." She replied, letting her hands knead the muscles of his shoulders to help loosen them up. He only chuckled in reply before lifting his lips from her neck to plant a soft kiss on her lips, capturing her there for a moment or two before pulling away.
"There's something I need to talk to you about." He said letting his hands drop back to his sides from her waist. "Some of the other Titan's are a bit concerned with the way you treated the last mission..."
Something cold touched her face and Rose let her head turn to the side away from the unfamiliar feeling. She did not like the cold, not one bit and she felt her body wriggling around on it's own accord trying to escape whatever it was that made gooseflesh crawl over her entire body. Then there was a sound- more of a pulse that her body was aware of than a sound she could hear with her ears before a dull ringing in her ears triggered a sensor in her mind, alerting her that a gun had been fired.
Blue eyes snapping open wide, her body instinctively hit the fight or flight response and with the blink of an eye, her right hand had grabbed onto a small shiv kept strapped to her right calf and with a fluid movement, her right leg hooked around the person that she had just managed to register was hovering over her and rolled herself up, pinning the man down onto his back with her on his chest with shiv in hand and at where his throat would be. It was all reflex, her eyes did nothing to help her in the effort as she was still only seeing blurred outlines and muddled colors of whomever was stupid enough to try to take her by surprise.
"I'ma bail you up you filthy bludger!" Her accent came out thick (even so that the 'normal American' wouldn't have a clue as to what she just said), her natural brogue taking over in her still discombobulated state. Her teeth bared, she pressed the shiv up closer to his neck, finding that there was an barrier of cold metal keeping the weapon from reaching any skin. Perplexed, Rose closed her eyes hard only to open them again, trying to shake the blurred image below her until finally, shapes and colors were starting to separate from one another until she finally had a clear image.
She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. A single eye was staring back at her from behind a split colored mask, a mask she had become all too familiar with over the last year. She felt the blood starting to drain from her face as she swallowed a lump in her throat, still trying to comprehend the obscurity of the situation.
"Well... just... shit..." | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,481 | 1,519 | 7 | 2,436 | 984 | Thomas turned to face Deathstroke when he refereed to him as a cat with a collar, so they were going to go with puns. He knew that the one eyed mercenary was going to a dick, luckily Thomas could match Deathstroke's dick attitude with his own.
"Careful Deathstroke, I'm the cat and I could make you the mouse. If you got a problem then you can shove it in your eye socket. I can see now who has better class and it's Deadshot," Thomas said with smile. His attention was then taken back to Captain Boomerang and he expected some type of insult from the Flash villain, and of course it was going to be some type of cat pun.
"Watch your mouth Boomer, you wouldn't want to step on a lion's tail and become its next meal now would you?" he replied to the Australian. He stretched a bit to loosen up his muscles and prepared himself for some hard physical training. Being in prison made him want to train more since there wasn't much else to do and this would give him some time to figure his next attempt to take out the Bat and his family of Bat-freaks. He then saw the guards bring in another prison, this time it was a woman and she wore a suit that looked similar to Deathstroke's, probably an imitator. He noticed Captain Boomerang going over to ask the guards why they were here and Thomas shook his head.
"It's pretty obvious that they won't give us any answers until their boss decides to tell us Captain" he said with a slight chuckle. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,482 | 1,519 | 8 | 2,375 | 345 | All Slade did was blink, before he felt a mighty strength pushing down his ribs, somewhat diminished by the thick armor he was wearing but still enough to pin him down on his back. The gun shot obviously had her startled, provoking a physiological response by her side. Although a professional, Slade did get irate when someone he tries to help rolls him down and pins a blade to his neck, even if his neck is protected by a state-of-the-art shield. What made it even worse is that certain somebody was a teenager girl who weighed less than a coffin. But, he did understand that the reaction was entirely based on instinct, made even more apparent by the girls 'oh shit' reaction after she gained awareness, and he wasn't going to drag the case any longer. Having said that, the Mercenary was in a room full of other misfits much like him, people who were willing to tear him a new asshole the moment he made a slight mistake. He was left with no option but to shove the girl away.
"Damn right!", was his response to Ravager's falter as he slowly hauled himself up, grabbing onto her neck with his cold, metallic gauntlets. Upon inspecting her up close, it was obvious that she was athletic and pretty strong but she also had to be onto some kind of drug to be able to roll a metahuman legend among the underground community like he was some common thug. No mere human besides The Bat was able to so much as land a hit on Slade, let alone pin him down to the ground. As he was preparing to ram the wannabee's ass down to the concrete, Slade's ears picked up a sound, another hostile response by Catman. The guy was getting into his nerves. He decided to deliver him a message, throwing the light-headed Ravager at his direction. The Cat would probably dodge something like that effortlessly, and the girl would probably regain balance mid-air, figuring she was agile enough, but nonetheless he had a reputation to maintain. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,483 | 1,519 | 9 | 2,436 | 984 | Just then, as Reverse Flash was about to speak, he heard the speaker crackle to life as Amanda Waller's dulcet tones filtered through. "Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."
Eobard knew he was the one that last word was directed at. The red and black clad speedster sighed, and started for the door of the yard when he was stopped by beeping from his collar. "I didn't say Go, yet, Eobard. Now, Suicide Squad, GO." At Amanda Waller's word, and with a sonic boom, he moved so fast he was barely more than a Red and Black blur of lightning. He snapped the neck of the overwatch guard, and moved back down towards the now open yard. An alarm sounded, and behind his steak of lightning, came guards. Great. "I come back for you, and we get a massacre on our hands. I hate mondays." | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,484 | 1,519 | 10 | 1,645 | 768 | "Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."
That was the second worse thing Captain Boomerang had heard in the while. The first being that Catman was stuck in this place with him. That guy could sure use a good hit on the noggin' with a boomerang, that was for sure. Speaking of hitting people with boomerangs, Digger eyed down the guards around him. One unfortunate sod just had the pleasure of having his necked snapped at a 100 mph. He wasn't getting up anytime soon. Digger continued to stand and watch as the crazy-cat guy ran forward also, slicing his way through numerous coppers. Groaning, he decided to follow, slowly removing several projectiles from his satchel. Strolling forward, he launched one forward with a quick flick of his arm. The boomerang glimmered as it flew through the air, it's razor sharp blades spinning as it curved around Catman ahead of his him and in the general direction a group of incoming security guards. A scream of pain told him that he'd hit his mark and with a small cheer, Digger punched the air in joy, before throwing several more around the room.
"Did that Waller bird actually specify where this plane actually is?" Captain Boomerang questioned as he watched the carnage before him. "As I don't mean t' be a stick in the mud but i thought that would be important information." Before he could go on with his complaining, the villain threw himself to the floor against a wall, narrowly avoiding fire from ahead. This was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Sure Boomer was slightly honored at having been picked by Waller, but he would have preferred a facebook message or something first. The thought of the explosives made him slightly unnerved although he figured now probably wasn't the best time to raise these issues. Deciding it was either move or die, he sprang forward, his hands darting through his satchel once more, before finally settling on a certain boomerang partially covered in orange plastic unlike the others. Waving the explosive-boomerang in the air, he shouted again to his new "teammates".
"I'm guessing we need a door out of here anyway, so where should I open the bloody thing?" | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,485 | 1,519 | 11 | 2,748 | 2,520 | A spike of adrenaline shot though Rose as she felt Slade's hand around her throat. The gauntlet was cold, probably the very thing she felt on her cheek before she was startled awake. Her back couldn't help but arch as she eased into his grip, the adrenaline now pumping through her blood making her focus less on the danger she was in, and more on the excitement coursing through her at the thought of what his raw power was capable of.
He was sizing her up; he had every right to be. She was no doubt nothing but a child in his eyes who had managed to catch him in a very rare moment of surprise and had taken him down... so to speak. She wasn't sure what his knowledge was on her, if any at all, but she doubted he knew that there was a whole lot more to her than what he was able to just see.
She just stared back at the one eye that was looking at her, a flickering smile playing at her lips, wishing that for just that moment, she could trade in her powers to read minds. There was absolutely nothing she could gain from the way he was staring her, the mask made it impossible to get a good read off of him. What she wasn't expecting, however, was being tossed into the air like a football a pretty fair distance. What she wouldn't give to have her bones be made of metal right then.
Tucking her legs in underneath her for stability, Rose did a sort of back twist before landing on both feet, stumbling a small bit as her head was still in the works of clearing up and her body still wasn't as responsive as she would have liked. The very moment her boots touched the ground, the intercom had gone off.
"Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."
Rose couldn't help but to reach her hand back to feel at the dull throbbing coming from the back of her neck. Upon her fingers making contact, she was able to make out a raw scar in the shape of an 'X'. Well, that explained how the woman figured she could blow their heads off.
"Oh fuck me!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in annoyance. She had just spent a full year of her life breaking ties with the Teen Titans. Not wanting to be bound down to any 'team' but here she was, back to square one. Except this time, it seemed that there was more at stake than just a few pissed off people if she attempted to leave.
It was then that for the first time Rose was able to get a very brief look at the people that, like her, now made up this 'Task Force X'. Oh... cute, she just got the meaning behind the shape of the scar on her neck. Very cute.
The men around her were all figures she had heard of, but never seen before (with the exception of Slade of course). The Reverse Flash was easy enough to pinpoint, his colors and the way he moved was a dead giveaway, but the other two gave her a bit of a pause. A man that reminded her a lot of batman, but a bit more... feline? Well, she knew a kid with green skin that could turn himself into anything from a beanbag chair to a flying dinosaur if he so wanted, so she wasn't about to start judging.
The drawl of the other man caught her attention, spotting the boomerang he held in his hand it was now clear as to who he was.
"Did that Waller bird actually specify where this plane actually is? "As I don't mean t' be a stick in the mud but i thought that would be important information."
Taking a moment to stomp over to Slade, noticing that he had her mask, she snatched it from him and slipped it back over her face. Not that it mattered much anymore since they had all seen what she looked like, but hey, she had to complete the outfit.
"Cap'n Kangaroo is right, it's stupid to just head off in a random direction twenty miles to find that we were wrong." She said to those left in the room before turning her attention back to Captain Boomerang. "If you wanna hail your roadrunner buddy down and have him do a quick sweep of a twenty mile radius while I find a place to get a drink, I'm sure there's a way I could repay you."
Although she said it to the fellow Australian, she was looking back at Slade and passed him a quick wink before moving on her way towards where Feline-Man and Speedy Gonzolas had disappeared in, taking care to step over the bodies of those who had already fallen prey to their attack. They had certainly been quick to kill, and no one seemed to mind...
Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all... | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,486 | 1,519 | 12 | 2,375 | 345 | "Good Morning, Convicts. I assume you all wonder why you're here. Well, you're now a team. A team under my control. A team called Task Force X. You will all do black ops missions for me, and in exchange, I will reduce your prison sentences, so you can all get out and terrorize your enemies, and land right. Back. Here. You're under my thumb, convicts. And what I say goes, or so help me I will blow your heads off with enough explosive to level Metropolis. Now, your first assignment is to break out of Belle Reve, and get to a plane twenty miles from here. TOGETHER."
Few seconds after Waller gave her speech, Slade felt something being swept from his hand, shifting his gaze to see Ravager putting on her mask. *"Who is she?"*, is all he could think at the moment. It wasn't the fact that she was a female rip off of his alias that concerned him; he was more interested to know the reason that drove her to idolize him. He couldn't shake off her facial expression while he was lifting her up. It wasn't the face of a girl in danger. It was the face of an over excited child who just heard an Ice Cream truck pass by. Reverse Flash and Catman moved by, while Boomerang and the girl were having a little chit chat. Slade himself decided to linger around for a couple of seconds, attempting to make sense of his parasocial relationship with his female equivalent. He felt a shiver down his spine at the thought that she could be a product of his past flings. She surely met the age requirements, though for a man accustomed to delivering blows, Wilson always made sure to use protection. Nonetheless, the idea wasn't far-fetched, taking into account metahumans have failed to measure their true strength in more than one occasion.
Slade visibly shook his head, and consequently, his perturbing thoughts, just in time to catch a sly wink from the girl. That surely discounted the likelihood of her being his daughter. No mentally stable girl would salute her father like that. She was probably simply a groupie, someone who'd developed an unhealthy obsession over him. He couldn't comprehend why one would be interested in him, but that required some deep insight into the human psyche, and he didn't have enough time for that.
The Mercenary threw a glance at the door, his ears picking up muffled screams in the distance. The Speed Demon and The Cat were doing a good job slitting throats, but it was a long time since Slade witnessed someone missing the point so hard. Waller had enough influence to get them out of the prison unscathed, yet she chose to have them work for it, which led Slade to the conclusion that she was trying to see if they were willing to operate collectively, as a team. Of course, thanks to the duos eagerness, that notion went out of the window. Only thing Deathstroke could do at that moment was convince the remainder of the "team" to co-operate. He had a hunch that Ravager was going to settle for it, no questions asked, while Boomerang would probably give in after he'd be done spewing a stream of his usual bullshit.
"I think Waller wants us to work our breakout together. Our two contestants gave in to the temptation and broke out to savor the battle, but I'm still positive we can do this on our own. Are you in?", Slade uttered calmly, waiting for the their responses. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,487 | 1,519 | 13 | 1,645 | 768 | Eobard, contrary to public opinion, was actually a levelheaded man. He was NOT a bloodthirsty speed demon. Barry Allen MADE him into that. But he was not fighting Barry Allen. He was fighting guards of Belle Reve, the World's foremost prison for supervillains. Even as he snapped necks, and vibrated his hands through chest cavities, he thought, mostly at the speed of sound. _Waller wanted us to break out,but she's clearly with the government.She has the leverage to get us out of here, but left the GPS coordinates to the plane out..._ Eobard paused, and punched a guard in the throat, before running back to Slade Wilson.
"I know what you're thinking,Slade. You're thinking Waller wanted us to work together,and by leaving the GPS She knew you'd have to rely on me somehow. See if you can't make a distraction while I vibrate through the walls. I'll see if I can locate our bird."
With that, not even bothering to listen to Slade, he moved so fast he was little more than a red-black blur. Vibrating through the walls, past rioting inmates and guards trying to restore order, everything looked like it'd snapped into place. As a speedster, one as powerful as him, anyway, he innately knew how fast not only he, but objects around him were moving. It was something He knew only Barry Allen and himself could do, and that pleased him greatly. Currently, he was somewhere around 900MPH, and climbing. It was in the swamps of Louisiana, that he kicked up in speed, searching everywhere for the UH-60 they would commandeer. Bird was an outdated term, and he knew by Waller's tone that it was either a helicopter or a cargo plane. He was banking on the UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter.
_There._ It was sitting in a cornfield, unprotected 20 miles from the team's position. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
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55,488 | 1,519 | 14 | 2,436 | 984 | Catman sliced open the throat of guard when he heard the others talking about him and reverse flash not staying together with the others. Thomas scowled, they were the idiots who were wasting their time standing around when they could be escaping. Catman hurried back over to them.
"Come let's get going, The Flash impersonator is already way ahead of us" he said to them and began to head off in the direction of a place to escape from the prison.
"And Deathstroke, if you ever leave me or Reverse Flash behind then Waller will blow your head off, don't forget that" he growled to Deathsroke.
"Follow me" he called to them as he began to make his way to an emergency exit that would lead to their escape and find the helicopter or plane waiting for them. Several guarded aimed their guns at them and began to fire. Catman hit the deck and while in the motion of his dive, he threw several catarangs at them and the projectiles found their targets and two of them exploded against their target's faces making blood splatter on the ground.
"I hope you three are ready to get out of here" he said to them as he headed for the emergency exit. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
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55,489 | 1,519 | 15 | 2,748 | 2,520 | "I think Waller wants us to work our breakout together. Our two contestants gave in to the temptation and broke out to savor the battle, but I'm still positive we can do this on our own. Are you in?"
Slade's voice had Rose stopping in her tracks, turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder. Her soft pink lips pursed together slightly, as if in thought before she just shrugged her narrow shoulders and stepped away from the exit she had been intending to cross through after The Reverse Flash and Catman. Not that she was planning on following them blindly... no she meant what she said to Captain Boomerang earlier, she wanted a drink.
"That a-hole ain't m' buddy, dollface! Though I'll gladly take y' up on tha' offer darlin' if y' daddy over there is okay with it!" Rose heard Captain Boomerang call back to her and she smiled, unable to resist walking with a bit more sway to her hips to give the fellow Australian something to look at.
Opening her mouth to reply to him, Rose felt her jaw close back shut as a sudden blur of red and black crossed her path just in front of her body. The speed blur stabilized for half a second for Rose to turn back around and see that it was The Reverse Flash that had come back to speak with Slade.
"I know what you're thinking,Slade. You're thinking Waller wanted us to work together,and by leaving the GPS She knew you'd have to rely on me somehow. See if you can't make a distraction while I vibrate through the walls. I'll see if I can locate our bird."
Rose couldn't help but to vocally scoff from her position ten feet away from the two of them, throwing up her hands in defeat as she turned her back to them in annoyance for half a second.
"Bloody good thing no one ever listens to a fucking word *I* have to say!" She expressed out loud to herself, her tone laced heavily with sarcasm. Was that not just exactly what she had been talking to Captain Boomerang about? So why not talk to *her* about it? Why Slade? She knew why, and it got her blood pumping a little hot. No one here took her seriously, she was nothing more than a child thrown into the big dogs cage as a chew toy and nothing more. Well... most of the time she didn't mind being another man's chew toy, but when it came to her capabilities, both body and mind alike, she knew she had more to offer than just a good time. The problem was, how to prove it to this lot?
Captain Boomerang was talking to Slade now, but her thoughts had taken away her care to listen in. All she knew was that one moment things were relatively fine, and the next they was open fire, Reverse Flash was gone again, and Captain Boomerang had let go an explosive boomerang that painted the walls red with the security guards' blood.
"Come let's get going, The Flash impersonator is already way ahead of us"
Rose blinked, bringing her attention back to Catman. Just when the hell did he decide to pop back into the mix of things? The lack of organization was *really* starting to get to her so without even so much as waiting on who was going to say what next, Rose stomped over to the far wall and removing her twin blades from their sheathes on her back, started hacking at the metal until she made a tear. Putting her swords back where they belonged, she put her gloved hands between the new seam and with her amplified strength began to pry the metal apart until a hole big enough for her to squeeze through was made.
"Look... I just want a fucking drink." She said bitterly to those behind her before slipping through the hole that landed her directly outside. The question was, where were they to go from here? The most logical choice was to stay put until The Reverse Flash came back with a direction as to where this plane would be. The next question was how they were going to get there. Twenty miles may not seem much to a man who could run at the speed of sound, but to all the others it would take a great deal of time, and if the point was for them to stay together...
"They have to have some sort of military crate around here in storage somewhere. We need wheels while we wait for Roadrunner to get back to us." She voiced out loud, though was looking back at Slade as if his opinion was the only one that mattered; and truly... it was. | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,490 | 1,519 | 16 | 2,375 | 345 | The metal wrapping Slade's body made a ting, literally giving him a light shiver, as he turned around to see the yellow Flash. His pupils widened, a clear sign that he was rather impressed by the speed demon's abilities, but he did his best to hide it. On a completely unrelated side note, he was somewhat pleased that the villain got his head out of his ass and decided to give teamwork a shot. His actions in Central City have led a lot of people, including Slade himself, to believe that he was nothing short of a psychopath, a man who enjoys watching others suffer. Once in his life, the Mercenary was glad he was proven wrong.
Wilson threw a nod at the anti-Flash, only to realize he was long gone, and that he was nodding to a red and yellow silhouette that was left behind. Despite Zoom's obedience, the Merc knew he didn't control him. He wasn't even sure if Amanda herself had full control over him.
Slade reverted back to his previous position, facing Boomer, who, as previously foreshadowed, was spewing his usual stream of bullshit. His harsh words prompted Deathstroke to speak, but before he could make out a sentence, the Cap finally gave in, about to make a demand when more guards emerged and compelled the talkative Aussie to pull out his weapons. Slade did the same, managing to get two headshots with his trusted FN Five-Seven pistols, paving the way for Digger's careless attack. He turned his head, scowling under his mask at the man for his negligence. If Waller wasn't going to blow their heads up, then it would be Boomer's excitement who would.
But even Boomer, who was pretty obnoxious, didn't get into Slade's nerves as much as the next guy - that would be Catman. Ever since he burst into the prison, all he did was try to one-up the rest of the inmates. His remarks and the fact that he promoted himself as head of the group without the other's consent further agitated Slade. To add more to the tension, Ravager was craving for attention and there were more guards coming their way. Unsure of what was more annoying; the sound of gunfire or the incoherent rambling between the team, the Merc finally let out a growl, hoping it would settle everything down.
"Enough!", he said, darting his gaze towards the Cat, who was urging them to follow the escape plan devised by him, before continuing his speech, "There's a better chance she's gonna blow your head if you continue with your stubborn attitude, Kitty. If you want to proceed with your plan, then nobody's stopping you, but I sure as hell am not gonna stick behind your tail.", Slade finished, gradually calming down as he did. He was confident that none of the inmates was going to follow him, taking into account Boomer's relationship with the Cat was pretty sour, while Ravager was, for some unknown reason, infatuated with the One-Eyed Merc.
Amid the ongoing noise and the gunfire, Slade's hearing senses received a feminine voice, obviously Ravagers, suggesting that there should be an escape vehicle around which would help the team to get to the air ship. He turned his head to face her, relieved that someone finally made a good implication. The moment he mentioned 'wheels', Slade's mind immediately sprung back to the APCs, same ones that were used to capture him. They were probably the prison's trademark vehicles, and the best part about them is that they were big, designed to hold a personnel of at least six people, excluding the driver. The improvised team that had just been created was only comprised of five souls - well, four, if one of them felt merciful enough to kill Catman in the way and spare the rest from his pathetic attempts at trashtalk, so the numbers figured.
The Merc punched the man-sized hole the girl had made with his gauntlets, making enough room for him to fit in, then standing up, toe-to-toe with his number 1 fan.
"Okay. That's what we're gonna do." | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,491 | 1,519 | 17 | 1,645 | 768 | Captain Boomerang was about to further apologize for the destruction he had just accidentally caused when everyone's favourite z-lister arrived. The Australian groaned as Catman berated the three of them for not doing anything. Did the idiot realize that they were formulating a plan instead of just running off blind? Sure the stunt he had just pulled with the explosive boomerang was stupid, yet this guy took the cake!
Luckily Mr Deathstroke shared his feelings for the walking feline. "There's a better chance she's gonna blow your head if you continue with your stubborn attitude, Kitty. If you want to proceed with your plan, then nobody's stopping you, but I sure as hell am not gonna stick behind your tail."
While both of them were a bunch of fruit loops, Digger had to admit if he had to follow one it would be Deathstroke. Besides the mercenary had already seemingly gotten both the Reverse Flash and Miss Deathstroke on his side and no one in their right mind would go up against them. Strength in numbers as one may say and while he wasn't too keen on joining a new crew after getting ditched by the Rogues, Digger figured he'd give it a burl. "Sorry fleebag, but I'm with Professor Mad-Eye over ere'" He shouted towards the fleeing Catman, bending down to dodge more gun fire as he did so.
Following the merc through the hole him and his young lackie had created, Boomer gave a smile to the girl before moving forward and gazing around. The girl was right about needing a getaway car although the problem was finding one. "I take it we can't jus' go to the parkin' lot?" He joked, glancing back through the hole nervously. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,492 | 1,519 | 18 | 2,436 | 984 | a vain in Catman's head bulged as he glared angrily at both Deathstroke and Captain Boomerang. This partnership was really starting to piss him off and right now even though they were in the middle of escaping he wanted to rip their heads off. First he had to work with arrogant scum and now he's taking orders from them, hell no! Once they were out of this shithole then they would be setting some ground rules and if they didn't like it then there would be blood regardless if Waller blew their heads off before hand.
"You can go shove a boomerang up your ass ya talentless hack" he growled at him, ignoring the guards that were in coming. He didn't care about the guards right now his attention was on his annoying ass teammates.
"So where to One-Eyed Willy and Captain Kangaroo?" he asked folding his arms as guards began to shoot at them. Without even looking Catman just threw three caterangs at the guards and heard the nice sound of their throats being cut into.
"I don't know about you three, but this is some pretty good action wouldn't you say" Catman said giving them a smile. One guard ran up to them with a nightstick in his hand and tried to attack them, but Catman roundhouse kicked the weapon out of his hand and then drove the razors on his right gauntlet into the man's throat. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,493 | 1,519 | 19 | 2,748 | 2,520 | Being a mere couple centimeters away from her idol, Rose couldn't even begin to explain all the strange sensations pooling through her body as she looked up at him with a smile that didn't know if it wanted to be flirty or genuine. By him agreeing to her voiced thought on finding something they could use to get them to the plane The Reverse Flash eventually found for them (if the bastard even came back for them at all), her smile had made up its mind to stick with something she knew; sultry.
"I take it we can't jus' go to the parkin' lot?"
Forcing her mind back to where it should be, Rose sidestepped to face Captain Boomerang full on, catching the smile he shot her just before it was gone. This, in turn, caused Rose to remember the half-assed offer she gave to him earlier and she shook her head slightly.
"Not a chance stud. The deal was if *you* talked to Speedy, the bloke did it on his own." She told him a bit dryly, perching a hand on her hip before continuing, answering his comment. "If you've got the means, I'll take anything with an engine."
"You can go shove a boomerang up your ass ya talentless hack"
Rose spun around to give her attention then to Catman, a scowl showing even through her mask.
"More talent than a man dressed like a pussy!" She commented with a roll of her eyes. If Waller didn't take any liberties soon, she just might have to. There was only so much stupid she could handle... and she spent the last few years of her life with teenagers!
"I don't know about you three, but this is some pretty good action wouldn't you say"
At this, Rose blinked. Twice. Removing her hand from her hip she crossed both arms across her chest, putting most of her weight on her right leg.
"Have you been... you know... checked lately? And I'm not talking about fleas or ass worms, I'm talking ADHD cuz you're all over the fucking place mate."
Shaking her head, not even wanting to bother for a reply, she turned back to Slade, whatever it was she had been feeling for her idol completely gone and replaced by irritance towards her other companions.
"We done here? We're sittin' ducks and I could think of a whole slew of other things I'd rather be stuffed with than cooked vegetables." | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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Catman snarled at Ravager and he clenched his fist tightly in anger. If this bitch wanted to get in on the name calling in the middle of an escape attempt then he was perfectly willing to start the name calling.
"Please tell me again how many times you've fought the Bat and actually won? If you want to find out what is like to have your face sliced off then I will be perfectly willing to show you" he said holding up his right fist showing off the three razors on his gauntlet. A guard tossed a canister of teargas at them, but Catman simply jumped up and did a spinning-back kick and sent the canister flying right back at the guard and his fellow guardsmen. The teargas went off causing the guards to cough rampantly.
This was getting out of hand and he wondered how much longer the others were going to just stand there and argue with him. If they were going to die here then at least he would be going out fighting and that was alright with him. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
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Time seems to slow down, when I run. It always feels like I've snapped my surroundings into place, and I can just observe. Of course,That's merely my perception of it; and it isn't always like that. Sometimes it feels like I'm moving at a breakneck speed,running so fast I can barely stand to slow down. Other times, it's like the rest of the world has slowed down, or even stopped, and I'm the only one still moving.
My name is Eobard Thawne, and contrary to what the public believes, I am the fastest man alive.
I've been labelled a supervillain, a psychopath, and that's fine. It's fine because I never really saw myself as the hero; It was a role I aspired to, but never really thought I could reach. Barry Allen is the true reason for my fall from grace, and he is also the reason why there's a bomb collar around my neck; the reason why my brother is dead. I can't vibrate through the damned collar, and it seems to somehow limit my speed slightly. But that, I can leave off for another time. Right now, Amanda Waller wants me to work as part of a team. I don't know what her endgame is, and frankly, I don't care. What I care about is my own design.
I finish inspecting the helicopter, and turn on my heel. There's no traps or explosives lined in the vehicle, and it seems large enough to hold all of us, plus one more. A likely deduction is that we'll be getting another teammate. I should warn the others, but really, it might be fun to see how long it takes them to find out. Red lightning flares in my eyes and I take off with a sonic boom, running back to the team. As I run, windows of the nearby town shatter, car windows,too. Alarms blare, as I move so fast the sheer speed of it all is astounding. I stop in front of Slade, the sudden halt in my forward motion causing a rush of wind.
"Deathstroke, I know where the cargo plane is. 20 miles north, no traps or explosives. Have you secured transport yet?" Even though there's no real reason to, I vibrate my vocal chords to make my deep, distorted voice. I find that people, particularly enemies find it terrifying, and in this case, it makes the guards around me just a tiny bit scared. The Rogues just find it creepy.
I notice the onrush of guards behind me and snap my fingers, causing a sonic boom and shock wave in their direction. They go flying against the wall, bones crushed. It's an ability I love to use, but keep hidden unless the situation necessitates it. It's always fun to create sonic booms and break the sound barrier, but to do so with just a snap of the fingers? That's just awesome. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,496 | 1,519 | 22 | 1,645 | 768 | Electing to ignore Catman's snide remarks, he moved forwards, only to be blocked by Ravager who side-stepped into his path. Digger furrowed his brow at her comment, before turning away and scowling. "Don't worry princess, wasn't interested anyway." Who was he kidding, this girl wasn't worth his time or energy! Besides, if this broad was Mad Eye's heir, then he didn't really wish to piss the big guy off, especially with everything he had heard about him!
As Belle Reve's second douchiest inmate bragged about some interesting exploits about his feline life, a rush off wind and bright light welcomed back the prison's biggest douche. Digger's brow furrowed even more at the Reverse Flash's appearance, with the Australian neglecting to keep his ignorance a secret. Nothing would make his day more than this guy spontaneously combusting. That was a thought that Captain Boomerang and the rest of the Rogues had when they faced this guy for the very first time when a fight between him and the Flash disrupted one of their old heists, resulting in the group landing a large amount of jail time. Ever since then, all Digger wanted was for the little speedster to just fuck off down to hell. Luckily with Waller in change of the trigger, that dream may come true sooner than expected!
Captain Boomerang controlled himself from slamming his fist in the human lightning bolt's face as he spoke to the "squad", his manipulated voice causing him to seethe in hatred! Luckily, Deathstroke took control, moving forward to face an incoming wave of security, with him ordering Boomer himself and Ravager to "cover" him. With a smile, he shot forward, launching several boomerangs forward through the air. While few missed, flying upwards through the air, the majority hit their mark, taking down a good couple of security guards.
He watched as Deathstroke interrogated the lone survivor who named the group's next located. Beaming, Captain Boomerang punched the air in a feat of triumph before tailing after the mercenary. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,497 | 1,519 | 23 | 2,748 | 2,520 | Please tell me again how many times you've fought the Bat and actually won? If you want to find out what it is like to have your face sliced off then I will be perfectly willing to show you."
Rose blinked at the snarled comeback Catman had for her and just shook her head, breathing out an annoyed sigh. Okay, the Teen Titans weren't exactly very well known, not like these guys, but she would have at least thought that her reputation had managed to slide through some cracks in the criminal underword enough for people to know that they didn't work against Batman; so really her answer was 'none you fucking moron' but she felt it best to sweep that one under the rug for now and get on to more important things... like getting the hell out of here.
A sudden gust of wind picked up, forcing Rose to raise her arms up parallel to her face as a sort of barrier. By the time her long blonde hair had settled back down against her back she heard the second most annoying voice she had come across that day. Okay it might not have been his voice, more some crap-shot at auto-tune... she didn't know, nor did she see the purpose behind it. Unless someone had closelined him along the way to the plane or back and damaged his vocal cords... the sheer thought almost had Rose smiling.
"Deathstroke, I know where the cargo plane is. 20 miles north, no traps or explosives. Have you secured transport yet?"
"We're still working on it. Not everyone can run at the speed of light, Roadster."
An entire throng of guards were suddenly pushed back by an unseen force, but the sound had Rose's hands shooting to her ears as she glared something fierce at the man in red.
"Oi!" She shouted in an annoyed warning. Shit like that could get them killed, enhanced abilities or not. More guards began to file out of the building, like a never-ending swarm of annoying little ants.
"I'm going to pull one of them for interrogation. Cover me."
Rose turned her attention back to Slade and gave him a curt nod, a smile playing across her lips, already imagining what it was that her hero was about to do. She had seen him fight only he once before; against The Bat, but that one fight was enough to want her to become more like him in every way and in hopes that one day she could meet him and learn more about the way he does things. She didn't know what everyone was so adamant about 'not meeting your heroes,' so far she was pretty damn pleased with the whole situation, even with the bomb now surgically implanted into the neck of her spine.
"Aye aye sir!" Rose replied with a heavy inlaid amount of sultry in her voice.
He didn't disappoint. Rose had almost completely forgotten that she was supposed to be taking care of any other guards that could potentially pose as a problem, lost in the way Slade was handling the situation to eventually get one of the guys to talk. Shaking herself from her reverie, Rose turned her back to Slade, taking the opposite direction Captain Boomerang took and faced off against three new guards.
"Alright boys, you wanna play? Let's play." Reaching back for her Katana's, Rose charged at the first, swords wielded with one over her head with her elbow bent and the other proving as a protection against her chest. With one, powerful jump, Rose vaulted over the first guard, extending out the blade over her head and finding the flesh around his jugular vein with the tip of the blade, slicing into it as she continued to fly over him. Landing sideways at his back, Rose faced off the other two approaching as the first guard's head lolled to the side, useless and spouting blood like a fountain before the lifeless body collapsed to it's knees before hitting the floor on his chest.
Without even so much as blinking, using the momentum she had gained from her landing she jumped back up, swinging her boot around and connecting the steel toe with the secon'd guard's ribcage, the force of her amplified strength shattering the bones upon contact. Her other foot, while in the air, finished off the third guard with a hose-kick back into his chin, the heel of her boot catching him underneath his chin and forcing his head back so quickly, his neck snapped clean in two. Landing back on her feet once again, Rose returned her Katana's to their sheath's on her back and stepped over the second guard who held tightly to his side, as if his cries and whimpers would help to mend the broken bones there.
At his gesture, Ravager returned once again to Slade's side, closing the distance with a short jog over to him and gave him a curt nod, a silent statement that she would follow wherever he led, still holding that smirkish-smile reserved for him and him alone.
"You find out where we need to go big guy?" She asked, withholding any surprise from her voice as she already knew the answer, but it was a good way to keep conversation with him. | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,498 | 1,519 | 24 | 2,375 | 345 | "You and I need to have a talk later.", Slade harshly declared, straying away from her question. He was well aware that she probably knew where they were going, and even if she didn't, he couldn't care less. At that moment, Slade was the group's compass. If they wanted their breakout to be quick and painless, they'd have to follow him, with the exception of Reverse Flash, whose nearly unmatched speed proved too much for the Mercenary. For a man like Deathstroke, who'd been used to working for other people, the fact that he got to play leader, even if for a limited amount of time, felt somewhat uplifting, in the lack of a better word. He knew that they'd have to discuss leadership once they broke away, and that it would probably be Reverse Flash who'd claim it, taking into account he was the most powerful of the five, and he was perfectly okay with that as long as it didn't cause him any harm.
The path towards the hangar was bloody. Everyone was on alert. There were loads of units being deployed, and because the area was too open to take cover, Slade was being overwhelmed. His dual pistols served him good for a while, but even they ran out of bullets. The team's best bet at that moment was Reverse Flash. "Hey, yellow guy!", Slade yelled intensely, his voice coming out as somewhat muffled due to the mask. "We need you to clear the coast for us.", he proceeded, this time his tone less acute. The man could snap necks before one could pull out a gun, even with Waller's collar on his neck. He was Amanda's most precious asset at the moment. Slade, in the meanwhile, turned his head to the team, gesturing them to make a run for the hangar as soon as Zoom made his move. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,499 | 1,519 | 25 | 1,645 | 768 | I nod my assent and run ahead, moving in a gust of wind and a yellow blur of red lightning. My speed allows me to take advantage of being able to survey my surroundings at a rate far faster than those around me. Slade, the obvious tactitian, knew that if we were to take this hangar, we'd need to kill these guards quick. There are too many of them for a head on assault, so they send in me.
I snap the neck of the first guard, not even stopping to let his body topple before I'm literally running into the next one. They fall like dominoes, necks unnaturally twisted, as I run. It's an exhilarating feeling, being able to do this. I don't have to snap necks, because at these speeds, it's like throwing someone in front of a train, and that train is on steroids. I've managed to take down all of the men but five. Their reaction time is amusing. They think I can actually get shot. Nevertheless, I slow down, and come to a stop in front of them, my eyes pulsing with red lightning.
I raise one hand, they pull their guns tighter to their shoulders. I smirk, imperceptibly, and with less than a second's notice, I run hard. I'm moving slower than normal, but for my purposes, it will suffice. My hand vibrates at just the right speed, and it cleaves through their gun-barrels like butter. The time it takes to do this is less than a heartbeat, as I come to a stop right where I stood in front of them. Their guns clatter to the floor, and their faces crumple up in fear. I raise both hands, and snap my fingers, unleashing a sonic boom and shockwave that sends them flying against the steel wall, dead.
Running back to the team, I jerk a thumb at the scene behind me. "It's done. Let's clear out." Once again, the distorted voice makes an appearance. I do it mainly to terrify my enemies, but if it gives Digger a bit of grief, so much the better. He won't mess with me though, not at the level he wants to. Not after what I did to Piper. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,500 | 1,519 | 26 | 2,436 | 984 | Catman was annoyed at having to wait for such amateurs to get their shit together and get out of this fucking prison. It felt like they had been stuck in this place for eternity.
"If you guys can't pick a plan to get the hell out of here then we might as well just get shot" he said very annoyed. Then Reverse Flash had told them to get going and he was still skeptical that anything would even happen. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,501 | 1,519 | 27 | 2,748 | 2,520 | "You and I need to have a talk later."
Rose lifted her head up slightly to look up at the the split metal mask that covered Deathstroke's face, his tone as cold as the armor he wore but this didn't preterb Rose in the slightest. She nodded once in respectible affirmation before adding on in a sultry voice,
"Oh I've got more than words planned for you big guy, but sure, we can talk first so long as you buy me a drink or two."
Stopping her strides as they entered the hangar, she crossed her arms over her chest, flicking her gaze over to the reverse flash who Slade was then addressing, asking him to take care of the majority of the security guards for them. Her narrow shoulders shrugged, speaking outloud to herself,
"Works for me."
She blinked, and it was over. Rose raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed with the skill the Reverse Flash had executed simply by making her and the other's jobs easier, a smile flickering at the corners of her lips despite the arrogant front he was putting up with the unnessicary shock wave-finger-snapping thing; she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to that. And the voice. Frankly there were a lot of things Rose couldn't stand about him, but as long as he got the job done, well thats really all she could ask for.
"let's just hope that you're only fast on your feet for the ladies' sake." She said passing the Reverse Flash by, missing the entire spectacle Captain Boomerang had put on with his little bent sticks. With no guards left to stop her, Rose headed towards the parked vehicles, her eye catching a military-grade motor bike which had her eyes widening with want. It probably wasn't the most practical for their small group, as maybe two could fit on it and she was sure that the idea was to take one vehicle, but that didn't stop her from caressing the leather seat and looking over her shoulder back at Slade with her soft pink lips pouting a bit, like a child begging their father for a puppy. | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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